#every time he barks it translates into shut the fuck up

[grooveys]

on the verge of writing dogpool just to feel something

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~ Neteyam sees how well you act with children and it makes him think of how good you’d be with your own children.

✧Warnings~ Lots and lots of dirty talk, talk of impregnation, unprotected sex, p in v, breeding,mating press, rough sloppy sex, dom!neteyam, sub!reader, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations- Yawntu-beloved, ma’evenge- my girl

✧For best experience, listen to this song😉

All it took was for neteyam to see the way you acted so motherly to your baby sister, feeding her, playing with her, holding her on your hip while you did some chores that gave him the primal urge to stuff you full of his cum and give you a child of your own.

He walked over to you quickly, braids swinging from side to side fluidly. “Yawntu! I haven’t seen you all day!, how-“ “I need you.” He states lowly, looking at you with lust filled eyes. “Teyam I’m kinda doing something right now-“ you remark, signaling to your baby sister that was sitting comfortably in your lap playing with her toy as you were making a necklace for Neteyam.

“I’ll ask kiri to come and watch her.” He says quickly, wrapping his large hand around your bicep. And as if on cue, kiri and your sister tsireya walk in.

“Hey, y/n” kiri says as she walks over to you and your sister, tsireya trailing close behind. “Sister! How’s she been? Did she say anything yet?” She questioned, picking your sister up from your lap.

You chuckle at her questions, opening your mouth to respond but neteyam is quicker than you. “She’s good. Me and y/n need to go so can you guys watch her?” He says calmly, tugging you up quickly so you’re standing next to him.

They both shake their heads yes before turning their attention back to your sister. Giving neteyam the chance to tug you out of your families marui.

You can barely keep up with his long strides,basically jogging behind him to keep up with him.“Neteyam! What’s your issue?” You say angrily, his demeanor slowly started to piss you off.

He stops walking abruptly, making you collide with his strong back. “Ow! Neteyam what the fuck?” You bark, eyebrows furrowed and tail swishing in an agitated manner. He ignores your question as he turns around, scooping you up from the ground effortlessly and place you over his shoulder. “You’re slowing me down.” He states plainly. Tone husky and accent thick. Which told you how aroused he really was.

You stayed silent the rest of the walk, trying to ignore how he’d brush his fingers up against your needy pussy every once in awhile. When you finally get to your marui he slams the makeshift door shut. Throwing you on the bed gently before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly.

“Wanna get you pregnant..” he mumbles into the kiss gravelly, roughly grinding his hard-on into your clothed cunt.

The friction from the cloth makes you bite your lip, already losing your mind in the pleasure. But you still try to pull yourself back to your reality.

“Yawntu, I don’t think we’re ready to-“

“Please baby. Please. You act so well with children and so do I, we both have basically raised our siblings so who says we can’t raise our own children?” He argues, leaving you opening and closing your mouth searching for a response but you’re completely dumbfounded. His logic was something you couldn’t argue with.

He bucks his hips into your cunt, making you moan softly. “Fuck! Fine ok! I want your babies Neteyam, please!” You whine, the words making him growl deeply.

Both of you take off your loincloths in record time, desperate to feel each other. He shoves two of his fingers into your cunt, stretching you out for him. Making you grab his wrist to pull it away.

“Uh-uh. I want you now.” You say seductively, spreading your legs wider to give him room. His breathing gets heavier at the sight infront of him, making him grab your hips harshly. Lining his tip up with your throbbing cunt.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you babygirl?” He says before slamming into you, making you both moan loud and wantonly. His pace is slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.“Fuck ma’evenge.. wanna see you all swollen and pretty so bad. Gonna look so~hah fuck~ gonna look so good with my baby inside you.” He babbles, cock twitching at the thought of you like that. Making your walls flutter around him and your moans and whines get louder.

He places your legs on your sides, holding them in place. Bending you in ways you never knew you could be. The new angle pushes him deeper inside of you, making the coil in your stomach snap immediately.

He lets out a guttural growl at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him, causing him increase his pace. Sending your fast, deep strokes. You shake and whimper as he uses you, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Te-yam..pl-pleasee!” You shriek, voice bouncing from his ruthless thrust.

He throws his head back, lost in the tightness of your pussy and the sound of your moans. “Nah babygirl, you wanted this remember? Don’t whine now because I’m giving you exactly what you want.” He teases, cocking his head to the side causing his braids to fall in front of his face and a smug smirk to go with it all.

You whine pathetically at his words, cunt squeezing him hungrily. His thrust start getting sloppier and his moans and growls turn more guttural the more your cunt gets somehow tighter around him. Making him lean down to kiss you passionately, cadging your head between his strong arms.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking into your skin slowly. “Want everyone to know who you belong to, ma’evenge. Want everyone to know whose name you scream every night. Who leaves you a shaking mess because of how hard he makes you cum” he says seductively, pushing his body into yours. Desperately trying to rub his scent all over you and get deeper inside of you.

The feeling of him stretching your cunt beyond her limits and his words is what pushes you over the edge, your whole body shaking in his grasp.

“Fuck pretty girl, gonna stuff you so full of my cum it’s gonna be dripping down your legs for days. Want that baby? Want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me you let me knock you up?” He rambles, the obscene squelching from your pussy filling both of your ears.

“Mhm! Please! Want that s’bad, teyam!” You slur, officially drunk on his cock. He groans deeply at this, the noise going straight to your cunt. Your whines feeding his primal urge to stuff you to the brim,mark you, and scent you.

You claw your nails into his back when you feel your orgasm hit you like a wave, spraying your essence all his dick and lower abdomen. The sight and feeling is enough for him to spill his cum into your fertile womb,thrusting in you periodically to make sure you’re filled.

He leaves a row of bites on your shoulder and neck, licking and sucking each one when he was done.

“Now you really belong to me, ma’evenge.”

A/N~ I NEED HIM INSDIE OF ME SO BAD HELP😩 writing this made me so incredibly horny I physically cannot rn. I hope y’all enjoyed this tho😋 stay safe and hydrated bbys🩷

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[a-x-ce]

Worst part of the end of Enies Lobby is Zoro's bullshit pride take on what Usopp and Luffy's fight was about. I need to go and look at the translation used in the manga but in the anime they have him say ''we also can't keep trusting a guy who started all of this on a whim'' like bitch WHAT?!

The fuck did he witness throughout Water 7 that would make him say something so dismissive of the heart of what that fight was about? 'Whim' completely trivializes everything that happened, every single word Usopp said, it dismisses Merry and everything she did. It pisses me off so much.

Also makes me mad how rude he was to everyone else, especially Nami, during that whole scene. Telling her to shut up as if her opinion doesn't matter when truly her opinion should matter the most, like aside from Luffy being the captain, she's the real reason they can sail the sea at all!

Usopp's the whole reason Merry could save them at all (aside from Iceburg patching her up during Aqua Laguna) getting off Enies Lobby, AND he was the person who motivated Luffy to get up and finish Lucci off. 'Cause up until that point Luffy's heart was still broken from losing him in the first place, like Luffy knew his crew wasn't complete without Usopp and he regretted not being able to keep him from leaving.

Why Zoro felt the need to talk over Luffy and decide things for him, a direct display of disrespecting the captain he's holding against Usopp, while Luffy just goes along with it versus make a decision himself. Luffy SHOULD have gone to talk to him, BOTH of them should have had a deeper, more meaningful conversation about the fight, Usopp got to say goodbye to Merry in a way that satisfied him AND Luffy at that point, all they needed was an apology. And Usopp was not the only one who needed to give one, Luffy handled that abysmally from the start, it could have been settled way better than Zoro's method of needing Usopp to grovel and beg while letting Luffy get away with not giving a fuck about how he handled everything to begin with.

I mean thankfully Luffy learned from that experience, as we see when Sanji left during Whole Cake Island, but it came after having completely ignored Usopp's core issues, never addressing them directly, hence why he then goes into Thriller Bark not any different except now he's OPENLY bragging about being negative and self-loathing. Like very cool, very well handled guys...

It's almost like Oda couldn't have that happen then because Usopp still needed to have his core issues (recognizing he IS brave, he IS strong, he IS smart and useful and needed!!!) and that the best place to do that wasn't until Elbaf. Like he left his character on pause for hundreds of chapters and many MANY years and it's only in the next few that we might get the full payoff as we finally enter the Elbaf arc. (Which is interestingly also turning into a Robin-centric arc so Oda does seem to be cooking with that one already.)

Anyway, had to vent about that again, 'cause it's the only time I ever got mad at any of the crew and it was never addressed again. As soon as Usopp does say sorry he's accepted right away and they all go back to acting like nothing ever happened (which is how Luffy was operating anyway the moment he woke up back at Water 7...). Zoro's prideful way of doing shit is often not the best way to handle things and thankfully that's been pointed out before (Punk Hazard by Tashigi) but I genuinely wonder if Oda has any plans to tackle that as a character flaw in any later arcs.

[mayorofclowntown]

Reasons why 1-4-1, Los Voqueros, König and Horangi thinks Raccoon's callsign is Raccoon.

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Ghost:

Have you fucking seen raccoons? They're at a higher risk of getting rabies, which kill people within 24 hours (if untreated). While they don't tend to be aggressive to people, they can sometimes just get mean. Their bites HURT- and with how Aggressive and Competitive Raccoon is, his bite is worse than his bark.

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Gaz:

At first he thought it was because he was small and short- raccoons are usually the size of small dogs and cats. However the more he hangs out with him he realizes that there's more attributes; Aggressive, Protective, and quote-unquote "eats trash a lot". Him and the 1-4-1 agree that he's the definition of "don't feed a raccoon it'll come back for more" despite 'feeding' Raccoon more.

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Soap:

Raccoon is playful- he play fights, and is very smart. He's pretty much everything Ghost is as his trainee; except he can't remember anything but little quirks. He's also very curious, and will ask many questions. Soap's also seen him side eye him when doing something, trying to figure out what he's up too. It's funny.

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Price:

Everything anyone else says he adds to the list; Aggressive? Check. Playful? Absolutely. Smart? So true. "Don't feed the raccoon-" and he'll come back, he knows, he doesn't care. He's gotten a handful of the curious nature of Raccoon because he won't keep his hands to himself- he will read every document in Price's office if he was never stopped every time.

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Alejandro:

He's just a small dude. He tries being bigger and better than his height would leave you to believe- Alejandro watched him take down a Shadow one time with no hesitation (the Wonders of training with men taller than you). He's also very skittish, He's seen the way he backs up when other, taller soldiers get close. He even backed away from Valeria once- she wasn't even walking his direction.

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Rudy:

He's very skittish and aggressive. Rodolfo was there when he took down a Shadow- he lunges at them, gets them by surprise. He's also very playful, like when they were in the car in Las Almas, he tried calming him down with Ghost in the car; "¡Estás bien! Él no es *eso* malo." (He asked if he google translated it and Raccoon put a finger to his lips with a smile and said "We're not to have our phones on the field.")

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König:

He's....SMALL??? Like tiny. He's very short. Tiny man. Aggressive tiny guy, if it weren't for how tired Raccoon was he'd call him Hund (Dog). He's also very sweet, again König sees him more as a needy dog than a raccoon. But hey. He doesn't work with 1-4-1.

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Horangi:

He honestly thinks that it's because he's a good fighter. He thinks that Raccoon, with his MMA history (I will never shut up about it, literally only two people *should* know why) he's pretty much set to go. However, he agrees with König that he should be called something else. Not Dog, but not Raccoon... Ask him later, he'll figure it out then.

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I'm so normal about call of duty, so normal about men in the military. They my pookie bears dude.

[the-starry-raven]

As The World Goes Dark (Chapter #1)

TW: Violence, blood, swearing, angst, threats, google translated Russian and Portuguese

Taglist: @forestshadow-wolf @queermentaldisaster @27potatochips

Chapter 1 of who knows how many-

Character(s): Aleksandra "Sparrow" Artamova (oc), Miguel "Rio" Costa (oc), unknown group (ocs)

Shit. That was the first thing that Sparrow thought when she lost control of her plane. “Sparrow to Rio, I’m going down quickly!” She shouted over the radio as she tried to regain control of the plane. “Дерьмо дерьмо ДЕРЬМО!” She yelled as tried to eject herself from her seat, immediately panicking when the button wouldn’t work and she was falling quickly. 

“Rio to Sparrow, how copy?” Her radio crackled to life when Rio spoke from his end. “Sparrow? SPARROW???” He started to panic when she didn’t reply. 

“I’M FALLING QUICKLY-” Sparrow shrieked after a moment as she realized that this wasn’t going to end very well for her. 

“ALEK?! AMOR?!” Rio yelled but he didn’t get a response as he heard a loud crash. Sparrow’s plane crashed and she didn’t know what to do. She was able to crawl out of the wreck before she made it to a tree, her body slumping against it as held her radio in her shaky hand. 

“Rio…? Are you still there..?” She spoke into the radio, only to be met with static. Her hand fell to her side as she looked at the burning wreck that was her plane some feet away from her. She was left by herself in enemy territory. No ability to contact anyone. She slowly stood up and winced and nearly stumbled down back to her knees. “Дерьмо…” She grunted as she used the tree to steady herself, she limped away from the tree and went deeper into the forest. She stepped just right on her injured leg and a searing pain shot up her spine, causing her to drop down to her knees. She tried her best to pull herself up but immediately froze when a heavy boot shoved her back down, face hitting the ground with a grunt. 

“Well well well…What do we have here?” A voice rang out from above her, her eyes darted up and she was pushed down harshly once more when she tried to get up again. The person clicked their tongue as a pair of gloved hands gripped her arms roughly, surely there’d be bruises there later. 

“Let me go!” She trashed around before she gasped out in pain as her injured leg was forced to stand on her injured leg, her hair was gripped roughly and her head was forced to look at the man who had originally pinned her down. “You son of a—” She was cut off by a loud slapping sound and a harsh burning sensation on her cheek.

“Shut the hell up you bitch!” The man snapped as he glared at her, Sparrow’s face contorted into pain from the slap and the pressure from her leg. “Take her to the cars!” The man snapped, looking at the two masked soldiers who were holding her harshly as he barked the order to them before looking at the raven haired female again, this time with a devious smirk. “We’ve got ourselves a prisoner and some new information.” 

Sparrow glared at the man before she was dragged off by the two holding her. She didn’t know how long it would be until she was found, she didn’t even know if she would be found. She limped as she was forced to walk towards one of the many hidden vehicles with blackened out windows. One of her arms was let go by one of the soldiers to open the door before the other grabbed her now free arm before she could move it. 

“Oh how gentleman-like,” She said bitingly. “Bet every woman who meets you likes that.” She rolled her eyes as she was shoved into the backseat with a yelp. “Ow— watch it you засранец!” She snapped, moving her injured leg before the door was slammed shut.

“Such a whiny bitch.” One of the soldiers scoffed as they got into the front seat. “Too bad we can’t just kill her right here and now. I don’t see what’s so special about her.”

“She’s got information you dickwad.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a dickwad you fuck face?!”

“Why you—”

“You both argue like an old married couple.” Sparrow interrupted them as she looked at them blankly. “I take back what I said, I can tell neither of you gets any and it shows.” She was just pissing them off in hopes that she could get away or some sort of opening. 

“Shut up or we’ll tape your mouth shut.” One of them snapped as they looked back at her, the other started driving.

“First of all kinky. Second of all, not my thing man but you do you.” Her plan was to annoy the hell out of them so she could get away. “Third of all, you’re not my type and I’ve already got a boyfriend.” She grinned when she saw how annoyed the two looked.

“Get the tape, I can’t stand to hear her blabbering on. Hell I may even tape your mouth too.” The other glared at the soldier in the passenger’s seat. Sparrow glared at them after that comment as she managed to get herself up enough to sit up. “Hurry up ya slowpoke!” He snapped.

The other soldier rolled his eyes before grabbing the tape roll from the glove compartment and tore a piece off, turning around to put the piece of tape over Sparrow’s mouth, Sparrow glared and bit down hard on his hand. “Ow! You fucking bitch!” She got slapped again and let go of his hand and the piece of tape was slapped over her mouth.

“That’s gonna leave a mark,” Said the one driving. “Might wanna get that checked out, she may have a disease.” He sneered as he looked back at her through the mirror. Sparrow was glaring at them as she sat in the backseat, pissed off as she wasn’t able to find a way out of the car. She instead used her good leg to kick the back of the seats. “I thought she was a soldier and not a child.” They scoffed.

“Apparently not— Fuckin’ STOP!” The soldier turned around to look at her which earned another harsh kick or two. “You’re an ass.” He growled. “Not stop before I break that leg too.” Sparrow stopped for a moment before doing it again. She did this the whole ride to the base and ended up with another injured leg, not broken but definitely was some bruising.

TRANSLATIONS:

Дерьмо дерьмо ДЕРЬМО!/Дерьмо… - Shit shit SHIT!/ Shit...

AMOR?! - LOVE?!

засранец! - asshole!

[dogyip]

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS — ; another little excerpt featuring judd & yvonne in high school — 950 words

Yvonne propped herself up on an elbow frighteningly fast, on the verge of falling off the couch with how she leaned over the edge to close the distance between them despite another foot lingering there. “You’re not being serious, are you?”

“Why would I be joking?”

“You’re talking about Julian like he’s worth the time of day.”

“Well, isn’t he?”

“Not as a boyfriend,” she said, finally sitting up a little straighter, and looking Judd square in the eye, voice adopting a grit of seriousness to it. “Especially not as your boyfriend.”

Judd swallowed strangely. Of course, she’d think that. Of course, she’d think this was some sort of momentary comedy and all for her own fucking entertainment! God, they should’ve gone to her own house so that she would have every right to kick Yvonne out. “I see how it is. Now that you’re not dating anyone, you have to try to stake some claim on the only boys in school who don’t immediately invoke disgust,” she barked it. “Okay, Julian showed interest in me and now you just have to cope with it.”

She wished this didn’t suddenly tear from her that throat-raw feeling and internal wincing she always got when talking about boys. She didn’t want to be questioned. She didn’t want to talk about it at all. All she wanted to do was say that they were having a date so that Yvonne would know of the fact that someone liked her but, now, as she sat here staring at the other, Judd felt nothing more than painfully aware that she had to seek Julian out, that it was her finding a way to cross his path every day until he finally acknowledged her. Did Yvonne know? Could she tell?

God, she needed to vomit.

“I’m leaving,” Judd told her in finality, thumping shut her book and hurriedly shoving herself to her knees so that she could start putting the other books in her backpack. “You can try to decipher your god-awful notes yourself. Maybe that’ll actually teach you to write in a manner understandable to anyone with more than two brain cells backfiring in front of each other.”

“Judd, don’t do that. I’m not trying to argue with you.”

“Oh, you’re more than fine arguing with me until I resign, try not to be so transparent,” she said, acidity dripping from her voice and clinging to each word, her heart thump, thump, thumping at the back of her throat. “Translators get paid, did you know that? Maybe the next time I decide to speak to you, we can discuss the fee you can expect to owe for tonight and every night before this.”

Yvonne sighed, sitting up all the way just so she could push herself to her feet and walk over to Judd and sit on the floor beside her ever so slowly as if she was approaching some sort of animal worth the hesitancy in action. She used her knees pressed to her chest as a place to rest her arms and her arms acted as the place she rested her chin, eyes traveling with the clumsy packing Judd tried to make move faster to no avail. “If you have plans for what we’ll talk about next then you can let me talk about what I want to right now,” she told her. “I wasn’t trying to argue with you, I just… I dunno, it caught me off guard.”

“What caught you off guard?” Judd whirled on her quickly, nails digging into the hardback cover of one of her books. “The idea that a boy could actually like me?”

“Not that, I’m not surprised about that.”

“Don’t condescend me, you owe me that much.”

Her lips pursed in a bit of a pout. “Julian just doesn’t seem your type. I mean, he’s a jerk for one, he doesn’t care about school in the slightest, you had to do that last project with him all on your own because he didn’t answer your calls, he—”

Judd cut her off with a scoff. “Does it matter?” Yvonne blinked. “Well, does it? His family is well-respected, my father does business with his father, he’s on the path to attending Harvard because three generations of alumni in his family tree almost guarantee his acceptance,” she said. “And, objectively speaking, he has pleasant looks. Plus his father’s in his sixties and he’s not even balding, I’m assuming those genetics passed down, which is a bonus.”

A quiet sort of shock fell over Yvonne, a frown shaping her lips miserably. “Is that why you agreed to go on a date with him? Because his family knows yours? Because he might go to Harvard?”

“No, I said all those things because they were fun facts you just had to know.”

“Those aren’t any reasons to date anyone,” she admitted. “Let alone date Julian.”

Judd spared a glance at her, grip loosening on the book that left dark green flakes beneath her nails. “What constitutes a fair reason to date someone then?”

“You actually liking them is the bare minimum for a reason I’d have to say.”

“Well, that helps me a fuck ton considering I don’t like any of the boys in this school,” she said, returning to packing her bag. “How do you like boys?”

Yvonne looked chuffed, grinning as she shrugged. “I dunno, I just do, never had to think about it… maybe you’ve just not met the right one, you know, the one who doesn’t make you think about how you’ll try to like him,” she let her gaze wander to Judd's who was focusing all painfully intent on her. “You just do.”

Something twinged in Judd’s chest.

She never just did anything. 

Except with Yvonne.

[malum-forev]

Game On: Chapter Five

Author's Note: this is a reaaally long one, I hope you guys like it! Please comment and reblog if you do! :)

Chapter Four

Bucky stormed into the lecture hall. “You’re in trouble.” Wanda said in a singsong manner but (Y/N) just calmly closed her laptop and straightened up.

“I imagine this is your doing.” Bucky’s voice boomed as he slammed the safe sex pamphlet on her desk.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, and I am quite proud of my little arts and crafts project.”

“This is all over the fucking campus, and now people thing I’ve had gonorrhea or crabs or something!” 

(Y/N) took the paper and straightened the crumpled-up edges, gazing at her masterpiece. “I believe it’s better for people to know what they’re getting into before it being too late.” 

“I could sue your ass for defamation.” Bucky barked back.

“I don’t think it would be wise for you to get all technical with a lawyer.” She replied, standing up and gathering her things. 

“Oh give me a fucking break, you’re pre-law. Do you understand that term? Pre, as in before.” Bucky said. 

(Y/N) took a step closer to be face to face. “Don’t patronize me. Do you understand that term?” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes as she continued. “I know that’s a pretty big word for you, you can look it up later.” 

“Everyone, make way for princess Elle Woods over here.” Bucky told what was left of the class. 

“Aw, what a nice compliment.” (Y/N) turned her head to give him a fake smile. “That wasn’t even a comeback, you’ve lost your touch Barnes.” 

She could hear him huffing as she left the room, which only brought her an even bigger smile. 

“Don’t you think you went a little overboard with this whole thing?” Wanda asked as she looked over the pamphlet. “It was kind of mean.” 

(Y/N) shot her friend a confused look. “Who’s side are you on?”

Wanda shot up her hands in defense. “I’m just an innocent bystander.”

“Okay well, as someone who wants to keep to the sidelines, I suggest you don’t get involved.” (Y/N) spat back.

“Hey! Don’t direct your anger towards me!” Wanda shoved her friend playfully. “I just don’t want this whole feud to get out of hand. Aren’t you worried about what he’s going to do next? Retaliation?”

“Don’t you worry about that.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m already one step ahead of him.” 

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“As you know,” Carol’s voice brought (Y/N) back to reality, she was sitting next to her co-chairman in front of the whole debate club. “Our final debate is tomorrow. And it is time to unveil our opponents.”

(Y/N) was nervously tapping her pen on the papers in front of her. This debate was a key factor to whether she would stay on the debate team. As one of her professors had put it, this was the moment when they would decide who was cut for this field and who wasn’t. She looked down at the mahogany table where she sat and tried to steady her breath. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamt of this moment. Standing in front of her peers and proving to them, and to herself, that she was worthy of it.  

Although she had been preparing for this for weeks, and (Y/N) knew she had every single argument to win, she couldn’t shake the jittery feeling blooming inside of her. 

“So, everyone please welcome our competition.” Carol said with a smile as the giant doors that lead into the debate room opened. (Y/N) couldn’t help her mouth from dropping to the floor.

“What the hell is he doing here.” (Y/N) whispered to Carol, her co-chairman shot her a look that in any spoken language could be translated to: ‘Shut up.’ But that was exactly the opposite of what (Y/N) was going to do.

“This debate cannot be held with opponents that aren’t part of the Pre-Law branch.” (Y/N) said as she shot out of her seat, straightening her dress. 

Bucky kept his pace and walked over to Carol. “Hello darling.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. 

Carol blushed as (Y/N) pushed her to the side. “Stop acting like a goddammed schoolgirl.”

“Don’t get your granny panties in a twist, doll.” Bucky smiled as the room snickered. “I don’t know if you’ve read the requirements for this debate-“

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and interrupted him. “The rules clearly state that majors that do not have a direct relation with prelaw cannot participate. So you, as a finance major, cannot be here. You shouldn’t even be in the building.”

“Well, if you had read correctly, you would have seen that only one of members on the team has to comply with that. And that is why I have accompanied my good friend, who is an English major, to this debate.” Bucky took a step to the side to reveal his teammate. 

(Y/N) felt her heart drop. If that were physically possible, it would have plummeted all the way down her system and into the underground parking lot. Her breath raced as she met his eyes. It was him, Brock Rumlow, the man from that party all those semesters ago. (Y/N) grabbed the back of her chair to steady herself. 

“Are you okay?” Carol asked her but it only registered as a small voice inside (Y/N)’s head. She felt like a heavy mass was weighing on top of her, as if the gravitational pull had magically increased. Her legs started to feel like rubber and her weight suddenly felt too heavy for her frame.  

“I- I need to get out of here.” She blurted before speeding past everyone and out the door. 

“Heavy is the head that holds the crown I guess.” She faintly heard Bucky say from behind her before the whole group erupted in laughter. 

As she got out of the building, the feeling only got worse. She could start to feel her mouth going dry and those awful black splotches had once again appeared in her vision. She was about to drop when suddenly she felt someone pull her up.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” Peter’s voice started to ground her. When she looked up at him, everything hit her like a ton of bricks. 

“Peter,” She managed to say through sobs. “Get me out of here please.”  Was the last thing she said before everything turned to darkness. 

___

(Y/N) woke up in a strange apartment, laying on a surprisingly comfortable couch.

“Hey, look who came back.” She heard Peter say softly as he brushed some hair out of her face.

“Hi.” She managed to croak as she tried to sit up, only to be faced with the harsh reality that her limbs were still in their previous gelatinous state. 

“Shh, relax some more.” Peter said as he helped her sit and lean back on his couch. “You had a pretty big fall back there.”

(Y/N) smiled as she looked down at the already forming bruises on her arms and knees. “I gathered that.”

“Why don’t I make us some tea and you can tell me what’s on your mind.” He said.

She rubbed the palm of her hand against her face and shook her head. “Don’t worry about that, it’s just cause I’m under so much stress. It’s okay, I should be heading back to my apartment anyways.” 

“Look, I may be a biophysics major but that doesn’t mean I’m a total knob head when it comes to emotions. Something happened back there, and I think you should talk to someone about it.” He stated as he started the kettle. “So, peppermint tea or chamomile.”

“Chamomile please.” She murmured, sinking down into the couch. 

“And so after that happened, I decided to start avoiding him. I stopped going to parties where I knew he would be there, I took a different route to classes, you know just normal healthy behavior.” She said the last part dripping with sarcasm.

Peter started breathing faster, his nostrils flaring more every time. “I’m going to fucking kill Rumlow.” 

(Y/N) tried to calm Peter down as he shot up from the couch. “Pete, this happened a really long time ago. And I truly had everything under control. Really. It’s just seeing him tonight brought back everything.”

“And I’m going after Barnes too.” He spat. 

“Peter, really, it’s fine. It’s just something assholes do.”

“No!” Peter hissed. “It’s something men that are extremely insecure and fucked up do! And it’s something that should have never happened to you.”

“But it did, and I’m fine.” She said calmly.

“Yeah sure, what happened to you today was an indicator that you’re fine.” He said sarcastically. 

 (Y/N) laughed lightly. “What I meant is that I’m going to be fine.”

“Why hadn’t you told me? Do Natasha and Wanda know about this?” Peter questioned but his face fell once he saw her shaking her head. “You should have talked to someone about this.”

“I know, I know. It’s just, I had no one back then. The girls from that party were my only ‘friends’. So when I met Nat and Wanda, I didn’t want to unload my whole trauma on them. I just wanted to forget what had happened.” She explained. 

Peter nodded understandingly. “Look, I just want you to know if you ever need anyone to talk to about this. I’m here, I’m your friend. You don’t need to feel like you’re dumping your trauma on me. I’m always here if you need someone to listen. You’ve got a friend in me.”

She laughed. “Are you seriously quoting Toy Story?”

“Hey! That’s one of the best movies out there. It’s a beautiful story about two people from different worlds coming together and persevering.”

“Wow, I didn’t know I was in the presence of a Disney adult.” She replied as Peter pulled her into a hug. 

“Okay, now let’s go. You have to get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow. You need to kick some ass.” (Y/N) just nodded.

As Peter parked his car and got out to open the door for (Y/N), he saw Bucky. Peter had always been extremely observant so, instead of reacting with his emotions, he decided to do the one thing that would get Bucky’s blood boiling.

“Thanks for the ride, and the tea, and the talk.” (Y/N) smiled and before she could say anything else Peter brought her body forward and gave her a hug. Before letting go he whispered a quick: “Just go with it.” 

He cupped (Y/N)’s face and placed his lips on hers gently. Peter saw Bucky from the corner of his eye looking at them. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds but (Y/N) felt like it was a lifetime. She would have been lying if she said that kissing him hadn’t crossed her mind. He was extremely handsome and she had managed to catch a glimpse of his abs a couple of times when he reached to grab something off the top shelf. But she had never thought of him as something more than just a friend.

“What was that for?” She asked surprised.

“Just thought you might need a kiss for good luck tomorrow.” Peter said and even though he hadn’t yelled it, he knew Bucky had heard him. He didn’t need to look back to feel Bucky’s eyes piercing through. 

“O-okay.” She smiled as he placed another kiss on her cheek.” 

“Remember the song!” He said as he headed towards his car.

“The song?” She questioned.

“You’ve got a friend in me! Ohh you’ve got a friend in me.” Peter sang as he closed the door and sped up.

She couldn’t help but smile all the way up the stairs to her apartment. And as she opened the door, she was met with a motherly stare from Natasha and Wanda. “Hey guys.”

“So does this mean I can tell the rescue team to stop looking for you?” Natasha said annoyed.

“Look, I’m sorry for not telling you guys anything. I just met with Peter at the parking lot and I went back to his place.

“So you’re telling me that we were worried to death while you were getting some freshmen dick?” Wanda ranted. 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh that only made her roommates even more mad. “I wasn’t getting dick, we were just talking.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“I am sorry to have worried you guys, I’m fine. Everything is fine.” She smiled. “I do need to get some sleep, I have my debate tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I heard that Bucky and Rumlow are the ones you’re going up against.” Wanda said, (Y/N) couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of his name. She just nodded.

The next day at the debate, she couldn’t shake the horrible feeling filling her body and it showed. It was time for closing arguments and she really had to make a good impression. All of the people who were sitting at the judges table were some of the most intelligent she had ever known. But, as she headed towards the stand, she felt a hand on the small of her back. She froze.

“C’mon prude, maybe after this you’ll owe me one and we can get back to what we didn’t finish all that time ago.” Rumlow’s words sent chill down her spine, she gasped. 

“Miss (Y/L/N)? Could you please come forward?” One of the judges snapped her back from her trance. 

As she tried to get the words she had studied during weeks out, she felt her hands clamming up and her body stiffening. She managed to finish her statement and quickly went back to her place. It hadn’t helped that Bucky, even though it didn’t seem like he worked on anything, had delivered an amazing closing argument. It was safe to say that they had won the debate by a landslide. 

“What the hell happened back there!” Carol yelled. “We had everything, and they won! Do you not want to keep your place at the team?”

“Carol, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” She muttered and looked down at her shoes, Carol scoffed and stormed out of the place. (Y/N) went back towards the stage once everyone had left to gather her things.

“I would love to say that you were a worthy opponent but, you just stood there like a year-old frozen piece of meat.” Bucky laughed.

“Not now Barnes.” She barked.

Bucky gathered some of her papers in his hand and extended the other one. “It was lovely to beat you.”

Her lips stiffened as her anger consumed her whole, she ripped the papers out of his hand and started walking the other way.

“Hey! I think you gave me a paper cut.” He said but she just raised her middle finger towards him. “Is it safe to say that you’re not coming to the game this afternoon?”

With that, she left. 

Bucky had a little more pep in his step as he walked into the locker rooms. He felt as if he was bouncing off the walls, it could be because it was the last game of the season but he was sure it was because of his win earlier in the day. 

“Hey guys.” He beamed as he made his way through the packed room.

“Look who’s all nice and bubbly today.” Sam laughed as he tightened his cleats. 

“It’s just a wonderful day to be me.” Bucky beamed and his teammate chuckled. 

“Do you guys know what that’s all about?” Steve asked as he entered, it wasn’t a second after that when the whole team came in and started singing happy birthday.

“Who’s birthday is it?” Bucky asked confused.

“Man! I didn’t know today was the big day!” Thor cheered and patted Bucky on the back. His brows only furrowed even more.

The team brought a cake to Bucky and ended the song. “Dude, open the present!” someone yelled.

“But it’s not even my birth- what the hell?” Bucky asked as he read the frosting on the cake. It had a grey and white fox on it with the words: Happy Birthday Furry Friend. Bucky opened the box that accompanied the cake to reveal a human sized furry costume complete with a fox plug. 

Steve cautiously grabbed the strange tail. “Where the hell are you supposed to- oh I get it.”

The whole locker room erupted in laughter and some of them started chanting: “Fuzzy Bucky.”

Bucky slammed the box down and headed towards the field before being stopped by the coach. 

“Barnes! Get back in there and change, the game starts in 10 minutes!” He yelled.

It was safe to say that even though Bucky had won the debate, they had lost the match 2-0. That evening, he stormed into the bar looking for one person only. 

“Where the fuck is she.” He snarled once he arrived at the table where Nat and Wanda were sitting.

“Good evening to you too.” Wanda said.

“Where. Is. She.” 

“First of all, calm down. Second of all, she’s not here yet. Why?” Nat said trying to calm him down, she was quickly met by a phone being pushed against her face.

Wanda glanced over. “Why are people saying you’re a furry?” 

“Because your lovely roommate had a full fucking furry suit delivered to the locker room.” Bucky grumbled.

Natasha cocked her head to the side. “Oh yeah, I can kind of see it.”

Bucky just rolled his eyes and sat down, trying to control his anger. This didn’t last because a few seconds later, (Y/N) waltzed into the bar.

“Hey girls.” She smiled, ignoring Bucky.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Is this your idea of comedy?” Bucky sneered but she just ignored him.

“Was you sabotaging my debate your idea of comedy?” She hissed.

“Well, I didn’t need to sabotage. You did that all yourself.” He got closer to her. 

“Guys, let’s all relax and unwind.” Natasha said separating the two but even though they weren’t face to face, they were still staring at each other.

“You guys can have a staring match if that means you’ll be quiet.” Wanda said as she sipped her beer. “We need you two to get along because tomorrow we’re all leaving for Steve’s cabin upstate. Remember?”

“I’m not going if that witch is coming.” Bucky said, not letting his gaze leave hers.

“Oh you totally hurt me.” (Y/N) replied to feigning sadness.

“What’s your other option? Stay here in town when everything is closed?” Natasha asked him, Bucky didn’t reply anything but he stood up and left the table.

“I guess it’s going to be another amazing and uneventful Christmas.” Wanda sighed her words dripping with sarcasm. 

___

“Why don’t you just wait for us, and we can leave together?” Wanda whined as she pulled on the sleeves of her pajama. 

“Because, we won’t all fit in Steve’s car. Plus I need to get there earlier to start getting everything ready. Christmas dinners take like three days to prepare.” (Y/N) said as she closed her luggage.

“Whatever you say chef.” The redhead replied through a yawn.

“I’ll see you guys over there in a couple of hours, okay?” She smiled.

“Just be careful on the road. They’re saying it’s starting to snow up there.” (Y/N) simply nodded before heading out the door. 

Christmas at Steve’s family home upstate had become a tradition. Sam, Steve, Wanda, Nat, (Y/N) and unfortunately Bucky, would all drive up and have a friends Christmas. Most of them couldn’t head back home so, this was their solution. 

The drive had been going incredibly smooth, (Y/N) was about thirty minutes away when her car started making a weird noise. At first, she wasn’t concerned until the car stopped responding.

“Oh no.” She muttered. (Y/N) managed to pull off to the side of the road and turned off her car, mentally cursing herself for not wearing her long coat and just a light jacket. As she got off the car she saw her whole tires filled with snow that wasn’t budging. 

“Hey Nat.” (Y/N) said as soon as her friend picked up the phone. “You guys almost here?”

“(Y/N)! Why hadn’t you answered the phone! We’re snowed in.”

“What do you mean snowed in?” she yelled.

“The roads have been blocked off, we’ve been trying to call you for the past hour but I think you didn’t have cell reception.” Natasha answered.

“Great.” (Y/N) said as she kicked her wheel. “Well, I’m on the side of the road, my wheels are covered with snow. 

“Wha- Are you- I’m going to call-“ Was all she heard before the line cut off. (Y/N) looked back at her phone and realized she only had one bar. She sat on the trunk of her car and tried to think of a solution when she heard another car coming towards her. She tried to catch their attention but they sped past her. A few feet later, the car stopped and she rushed towards it.

“Hi, thank you so much for stopping. My car is-“ She stopped her sentence once the window rolled down fully. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Hey doll, how much for the hour?” Bucky said with a smile as he lowered his sunglasses. 

(Y/N) turned around and headed back to her car. “Where do you think you’re going!” She heard Bucky say. He got off the road and exited the car. 

“I don’t need your help!” She yelled back, trying to balance on the icy ground. She had decided to wear heeled boots that apparently didn’t have enough grip because she suddenly found herself on the snow. 

Bucky’s laugh only stopped once he was towering over her. “I think you do need my help.” He laughed and offered her his hand to help her up. She swatted it and got up.

“There will be another car coming by and I’ll ask them for help.” She muttered as she tried to get the snow off of her body.

“Don’t know if you heard doll, but the roads are closed.” Bucky smiled as he saw how her teeth chattered. “I think your outfit is not cold weather friendly.”

“Well, I thought I would just be driving with the heat on and arriving at the cabin. I obviously didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Here.” Bucky took off his overcoat and handed it to her.

“I’m fine.” She grumbled looking towards the road, wishing a car would magically appear.

He huffed and put the coat over her shoulders. “You’re not going to be fine in a couple of minutes when you have hypothermia.” 

She ignored him but put her hands through the sleeves and closed the jacket. She took a long breath and was met with the smell of his cologne. If there was one thing she thought Bucky had done right, it was choosing his cologne.

“You should have put on the chains in your wheels about three miles back.” His raspy voice brought her back. 

“Well thank you for stating the obvious.”

“C’mon lets go.” He said turning back to his car.

“What are you talking about! I’m not leaving my car here to be stolen.”

“Look, no one’s coming this way and we don’t have reception. Let’s go to the cabin and there we can call someone. I know a guy.”

“Of course you do.” She muttered.

“You’ve got a better idea? Because I would love nothing more than to leave you here stranded but Steve and Nat would kill me if I did that.” Bucky said. “So, if you don’t want that to happen. Come with me.”

(Y/N) looked back at her car stuck in the snow and sighed. “Fine, let’s go.”

“You need help with your bags?” Bucky asked but he was ignored, she went back to the trunk of her car and started hauling her luggage plus the four bags containing food. He shook his head and headed towards her and held his hands out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.

“Why must you make everything so difficult. I’m trying to be nice, I’ll help you with your things.”

“How am I supposed to know divine intervention told you to be nice today?” She replied and passed the things over to him.

Bucky groaned and looked up at the sky. “God, I hope you have at least a dozen models waiting for me when I get to heaven because this whole being nice thing is really a pain in my ass.”

The car ride to the cabin was quiet, only a murmur of the only station available was playing. 

“Does this car seriously not have Bluetooth, or at least an aux?” (Y/N) whined.

“This is a 1980’s Porsche 911. Did you actually think it was going to have modern day technology?” 

“Well my car has it. It’s new and its comfortable.” 

“Well right now you’re car is a huge piece of junk that’s lying on the side of the road. If you would rather we go back and I leave you with your unmovable garbage I can make a u turn. If not, please just keep quiet and thank the man above that I left early too.” Bucky said and (Y/N) replied a small ‘thank you.’

As they arrived at the cabin, Bucky started taking the things out. “Please just go inside and change out of those boots. You’re going to get hurt, again.” 

“I can take these things out and look cute while doing it.” She muttered, seeing Bucky let out a smile.

“I do think they go with your outfit.” Bucky eyed her from head to toe, taking a little longer to stare at her tight-clad legs and skirt. “But, they’re not very useful for snowy weather.”

“I’ll just go inside, call me if you need help.” She said. In the past day, she had calmed herself down from her defeat at the debate, the face Bucky made when he saw the furry suit had also helped. She had been hiding at the entrance just to see her whole plan play out. 

A few hours later, they had settled in for the night. Bucky had only brought a bottle of whiskey but he wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he yelled through the door but found no response, he knocked again but the door opened. 

“(Y/N),” he repeated and took one step into the room. “Did you bring anything to drink?”

Bucky heard the shower running and looked around the room. He had spent most of his Christmases here and he knew the place like the back of his hand. Bucky spotted her open luggage on the bed, he found himself walking towards it and looking inside. On the top of the bag was a red sheer lingerie dress with lace, at the cups of the bra were two fluffy circles mimicking Santa’s hat.

“What are you doing in here!” (Y/N) squealed gripping the towel around her body. Bucky took the dress, that was more the length of a shirt behind his back and stuttered.

“I knocked! But the door opened and I- I just wanted to know if you brought any drinks. It’s just that- um- I whiskey is the only thing and I wanted something else.”

“Give me that!” she snatched the fabric from behind him. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it was open and the color caught my attention. And yeah, I’m sorry.” Bucky immediately looked at the ground embarrassed. 

“I should have some bottles of rose down there, or some cabernet in the pink bag.” She said, becoming more and more aware of her current attire.

“Yeah-okay- I’ll go look for them- yeah. Didn’t check there.” Bucky said nervously while still looking down at the floor, he bumped against the bed frame on his way out.

(Y/N) quietly went down the stairs once she was dressed to find Bucky looking at the Rogers’ record collection with a glass of rose in his hand.

“Rose? Really? That’s your drink of choice?” she laughed.

Bucky turned around with a pink hue on his cheeks, she didn’t know if it was due to the fireplace or the embarrassment from before. “Hey, I have weaknesses too.”

He went to the kitchen and poured her a glass before she headed to the living room to look at the fire cracking. Some time and a bottle of rose later, Bucky decided to turn on the record player. 

“Someday, when I’m awfully low. When the world is cold-“ (Y/N) heard Frank Sinatra’s version of ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ start to play. (Y/n) started chucking. “I can’t believe you put that song on.”

“Well, it’s one of the only four records we have for the whole weekend. I would much rather play this than sit with the awkward silence we’ve been having for the past two hours.” 

“That used to be my father’s favorite record.” She said as she started to sway a bit. “He used to tell us that we were wasting our time listening to modern music, that we had the best singer at our disposal and we were burning brain cells by listening to other genres.”

“Frank Sinatra always reminds me of Christmas time.” Bucky said coming closer to her and putting his hand out towards her. “My dad always says that whenever ‘Ol Blue Eyes’ is playing, you must ask a pretty lady to dance.”

“James,” She chuckled. “I’m not really in the dancing mood.”

“C’mon, no one is here. We can postpone our bad blood for some other time.” He said, keeping his hand where it was. “Would you please grant me this dance? I promise we will be up to high school prom standard and leave room for Jesus.”

(Y/N) finally nodded with a smile and took his hand. They started to slowly dance across the room. 

“Have I ever told you that my dad is the reason I got into law?” She hummed, closing her eyes for a second. She would never admit it but one of the reasons she had accepted his proposal was to get closer to his smell. It was the perfect combination of amber and wood with a touch of citrus. Bucky hummed for her to continue as he swiftly moved his feet with the music. “When I was younger, my dad used to tell me that he could never get too mad at me because I would always refute his arguments logically.”

“Well that’s a trait that carried on to your adulthood.” Bucky said, his voice had changed from his normal boom into a more relaxed version that made her feel calm,

She smiled as she got closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder. “I really wish he were still here, I think he would have liked to see me all lawyered up. Even if I didn’t win the debate.” She poked fun.

Bucky brought her back to be in front of him. “(Y/N) I really wanted to apologize, for the debate. I thought it was one of those stupid things you prelaw kids do, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. To be completely honest, I didn’t think me being your opponent would actually throw you off your game.”

She smiled at him, not wanting to remember what had happened the day before. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m actually enjoying the moment, don’t ruin it Barnes.”

She closed the gap between them again and kept dancing as the next song played on. “When my dad passed, it was hard for me to come to terms with it. Just this feeling of total anger. Like why did he leave me, you know?”

Bucky nodded, not being able to do much because her whispers against his neck were making him a little more nervous than he would like. 

“I don’t blame you. In fact, I understand what you’re going through.” He said softly. “It’s hard to change your perspective.”

“You grow up, thinking you’re parents are superheroes. They’re there whenever you get bruised up, inside and out. When I was younger, in little league, I used to turn back and look for my parents in the crowd whenever I scored a goal. It kind of carried through, even now that I’m older and I know they’re not there I always look over at the bleachers to try to find them. Sometimes I can even see my ma sitting there smiling and giving me a thumbs up.” Bucky let out a laugh as he spun her slowly. 

“But, there is a special moment in life where you understand that holding them at such a high standard is impossible. Perfection is unattainable. And in that moment, you take them off the pedestal and see them as equals. Because they’re people too, they make mistakes. Even though they wouldn’t like to admit it. And harboring all that anger in here-“ He said touching the place where her heart lies. “causes more pain. Letting go brings forgiveness and love replaces the agony.” 

She let go of him and turned her head the other way, not wanting him to see the flood of tears rushing through her cheeks and down her neck. She sat back down on the couch taking a long sip of her wine. 

“Hey, c’mon now. Don’t turn your pretty face from me. How will you be able to shoot a snarky comment if you’re looking the other way.” His soft smile revealed a dimple she had never before noticed. 

She smiled back at him and took a deep breath. “I need to calm down, premature wrinkles will not look good on me.”

“When did you become so wise? I feel like I’m face to face with the next Hemingway or something.” She added.

“Hopefully this story ends with less tragedy and more daquiris.”

“I believe his drink of choice was scotch and soda.”

“Agree to disagree, I guess.” He hummed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer. “Now, are you going to tell me why you brought that outfit?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help her face turning red. “It’s for the white elephant party you jerk.” She playfully shoved his shoulder. 

“Can’t blame me for imagining you wearing it.” Bucky tried to hide his smile with his glass. 

“You’re so gross.” She laughed.

Bucky stood up from the couch. “You want me to open another bottle?”

(Y/N) closed her eyes for a second, basking in the lovely music accompanied by the sound of the fire cracking. She shook her head. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

Bucky nodded and followed her up the stairs. “This is me.” (Y/N) smiled and opened the door, before she could close it Bucky took her hand.

“I had a really nice time tonight, and if you need someone to talk to in the middle of the night I’m just a door away.” He pointed towards the door across the hall. (Y/N)’s breath got caught when he came closer to her and placed a kiss on the edge where her lips met her cheeks. “Good night.”

“Yeah-um- good night to you too.” She stammered before closing the door and plopping herself on the bed. “I really need to stop drinking rose.” She muttered before placing her head on the pillow. 

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On Deck

Chapter 8

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 4,454

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own. 

Warnings: 18+.

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A grimace crossed Sam’s lips as she pulled into the parking lot of the school, hearing her car make a few suspicious clunks as she came to a stop. She silently hoped everything would be alright as she turned the old car off before climbing out and smoothing down the black and white floral dress she wore to just about every nicer sort of occasion she had attended in her adult life. If there was a wedding, baby shower, or any sort of anything else, she was wearing that black and white floral dress and she wanted nothing more than to burn it at this point, being so sick of seeing it, but it was the only halfway decent dress she had which left her trying to layer cardigans, jackets, or adding tights to make it look a little different. She luckily had been able to find a pink denim jacket at goodwill recently, pushing the sleeves up to make it look like it wasn’t a size too big but figured it at least would hide the old dress a little bit more. She bit at her bottom lip as she closed the car door, trying to run her fingers through the ends of her hair that was starting to curl already and smooth it out when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. 

“Sammy! Hey Sammy!” 

She held up a finger to him, signaling she’d just be a minute as she pulled off her bag and tossed it in the car, only keeping her keys with her before locking the car and going over toward the baseball field adjacent to the school. The first half of the week was different than normal with it being parent teacher conferences. Regular school was called off and Sam had scheduled the conferences for Monday when her and Riley’s mother would be able to go but at the last minute had to work a different shift, leaving Sam to have to scramble to trade her one day off with Ify so she would be free today. 

With the day off for students, Chris had decided to move the normally scheduled late afternoon baseball practice to the middle of the day, Sam knowing it was scheduled for twenty minutes from now. Riley was spending the day with Kayla, but she knew he was on his way with Cooper because he’d texted her a few minutes prior telling her just that. But Sam was thankful for the moment alone as she crossed the parking lot and saw Chris’ round ass as he bent over to pick up the bucket of balls, but he stood up suddenly when he heard a low whistle. 

He glanced over his shoulder, his cheeks red but his lips in a smirk as he said, “Wow one of my players’ family members is sexually harassing me, I feel like I need to report this to the office.” 

She barked out a laugh, shaking her head as she came to a stop in front of the low fence. “What? You expect me to see that baseball butt of yours and not say something?” 

“Fuck off, I have to face teenagers in fifteen minutes and I don’t need you to get me all worked up,” he replied, shaking his head back before he leaned over the fence, eyes moving behind his dark sunglasses. She laughed quietly, knowing what he must be thinking considering they hadn’t been able to spend much time together, despite their new status. “I almost didn’t recognize you at first with your hair down and no ketchup stains on your outfit.” 

“Shut up!” 

He reached a hand out, grasping her own as he reassured her, “I’m just teasing. You look really nice.” 

“Really?” She asked quietly, her eyebrows raising hopefully and feeling some of her anxiety lessen at his nod of reassurance. “I wanted to look better than I normally do so the teachers take me seriously and not just the chick who brings them their waffles.” 

“Hey, nobody thinks that about you. Everyone thinks it amazing that you’re the one who’s at all this stuff for Riley,” he murmured quietly, squeezing her hand comfortingly, a small, crooked smile crossed his lips before he added, “And you do look beautiful… even if I am partial to the messy hair and ketchup stains.” 

“Thanks Chris,” she replied with a smile, before she ran a hand through her wavy hair and added apologetically, “I’m sorry about not being available the last couple days. I didn’t think I’d have to work a double yesterday, and then Riley needed all that extra help on his homework when I got home and-” 

“Sammy, it’s fine, I get it,” he cut her off, squeezing her hand three times quickly, before his expression turned sheepish and said, “But I do have to say it’s not totally fair that I poured out all my feelings to you like some shitty Hallmark movie and then I haven’t gotten to spend any time alone with you since. I kind of think you owe me.” 

“And how do you suggest I pay you back?” 

“Well I was thinking you go out to dinner with me tonight,” he suggested with a hopeful look on his face, one brow raised suggestively. “Or we could just order something and eat at my place.” 

She hummed as she contemplated the offer, if only to think of a reply beyond an enthusiastic ‘YES’. “That sounds doable,” she finally said, smirking a bit as she watched his face light up, his body language changing instantly. 

“There is a stipulation though,” he drawled, before his other hand moved to point at her.  “You have to wear this cute dress.” 

She shrugged half-heartedly, looking down at their joint hands as she quietly said, “Deal, but only if you promise to take it off later.” 

He sighed loudly, his head falling to hang in front of him, his chin in his chest as his low voice rumbled, “Samantha Merrick, what did I tell you about the teenagers?” 

She just laughed at him, leaning in to press her lips against his before she let go of his hand and turned to head toward the school, her laughing being interrupted by a swift smack to her backside which caused Chris to be the one laughing while she shot him a playful glare. Sam silently shook her head to herself as she walked, wondering how he could do that… how he could so effortlessly put a smile on her face just by being himself? 

With everything still being so brand new, neither of them even having time to talk to each except for a few texts, Sam didn’t want Riley to know just yet and thus started quickening her pace, making sure she was inside the school before any of the baseball team members pulled up. Sam went to the gym where all the tables were set up and went through a meeting with each of the teachers, happy to hear that everyone liked Riley and said what a good student he was. When she was finished, she walked out to the parking lot, glancing over to see the team running laps and waved to Riley as he passed by the fence, glancing behind him to see Chris sending her a wink before pointing at his phone. 

She figured out what he meant and looked down at her phone, seeing a text from him saying that she was welcome to hang out at his apartment and that he’d left the key on the back bumper of her car. Sam didn’t know why at first, but the act of familiarity and trust signified warmed her heart a little, texting him that she’d be there when he finished before she drove over to his place. Sam had only been there a handful of times, but she still couldn’t get over it. Chris had a spacious apartment, one that had a door that opened without you having to slam your body weight against it, no noisy neighbors, and the only smells inside it was of the vanilla candle he had on his kitchen counter and the basil plant on the windowsill in the kitchen. She swore she’d never get over the silence and peace here and she slipped off her sneakers and hung her jacket by the door before laying on the couch that was more comfortable than anything she’d ever sat on in her life. 

Sam was so content laying there just watching TV until eventually the front door opened and she saw Chris closing the door with his foot as he adjusted his baseball hat with one hand and held up a white plastic bag with his other, stating, “I got some food for later. I thought we could just have dinner here.” 

“That sounds good to me,” she smiled, turning and facing him, the side of her face pressed into the overstuffed couch cushion.

“You look very cozy,” he grinned, moving to the kitchen and putting the take out containers in the large fridge, sending her a small grin over his shoulder. 

“I am,” she agreed, but soon placed a hand on the-likely ridiculously expensive- couch, breathing, “Chris, this apartment is amazing. It’s so quiet here and everything is so clean and nothing breaks when you touch it.” 

“Well you know you’re welcome to come here anytime,” he replied as he shut the fridge with a clang, slowly making his way back over to her as he asked, “Hey how did Riley’s conferences go?” 

“Pretty good. Everyone said he’s a sweet kid and that he’s a good student,” she shrugged, but chuckled quietly as she remembered one funny tidbit from the day. “The only feedback I got is that he flirts too much with Kayla during class.” 

“Are you serious?!” Chris asked her loudly, brows shooting up as he flopped onto the couch next to her, a loud laugh escaping him. “Oh my god I wish that was the worst feedback I got in school!” 

“I know, me too,” she agreed, resting her head on her hand as she faced him.

He leaned his head to the side, fingers tapping restlessly on his leg as he asked, “So are he and Kayla dating now? I saw her waiting for him after practice.” 

She rolled her eyes fondly, shaking her head. “He always just calls it ‘hanging out’ but they basically are. He’s spending the afternoon with her and then taking her to her orthodontist appointment before coming home.” 

“So does that mean I get you all to myself for the entire afternoon?” 

“Looks like it,” she smirked, watching as he raised his brows and nodded slowly. 

“Sounds pretty damn good to me.” 

Chris started moving closer to her and Sam wanted to make it obvious she reciprocated and held her arms out for him. He crawled on the couch until he could carefully lay himself on top of her, keeping some of the weight on his arm propping him up and the rest pressing down on her. Sam loved the feeling of him being on top of her, feeling him close to her while his arm snaked around her back and held her even tighter before bringing his lips down to hers. As if Sam hadn’t been comfortable enough in the quiet, clean apartment on the impossibly soft couch, add Chris’ kiss to the mixture and she swore there was no better feeling. 

He broke the kiss to move down her neck, Sam’s hand running through his hair as he went.“This is a lot more comfortable than the front seat of your car,” she murmured, her voice breaking off into a gasp as he nipped at her skin lightly.  “This time I don’t have a steering wheel in my back.” 

He chuckled against her, placing his chin on her collarbone as he looked at her with a smirk. “Or at your place where all the cigarette and weed smell coming through the walls kind of kills the mood.” 

“I was more worried about my rickety bed breaking with how much it was creaking,” she huffed, laughing when he loudly did so, a wide grin on his face. 

“Well I’m planning on kissing you here on this couch a lot more often from here on out,” he whispered, a wolfish smirk on his face before he lowered it back to her skin, moving closer and closer to her lips again. 

Sam’s head relaxed onto the couch pillow as Chris’ hand ran up her thigh, slipping underneath her dress and coming up to squeeze her hip before his lips came back to connect to hers, making Sam breathless in the most beautiful way. This time was so different than before. There was no uncertainty or wondering how the other person truly felt. There was an understanding and emotion between them that was absent before, shared promises and hopes that only made all the feelings stirring inside them both stronger than ever before. 

Wanting more of him, Sam let one of her hands wander down the rigid landscape of his body while their deep kiss left them both seeing stars. She let her hand keep wandering until she found the band of his black Nike sweatpants, slipping underneath it and traveling down until her hand was resting on top of his slowly hardening cock, the fabric of his boxers being the only thing that separated her from feeling his skin. Despite knowing what it could do to her and how it felt inside of her, she'd never done this before, never taken care of him before, and she was eager to be able to hear the way it sounded when the breath hitched in his throat and moaned into her mouth like he was doing right now. 

Sam smiled against his lips when she felt him roll his hips against her hand, wanting more friction which she happily gave before trying to find the opening in his boxers so she could slide her hand against his skin but he pulled his swollen lips away from hers when she did. At first she was confused, not understanding if she had done something wrong or not, but when she saw the look in his blue eyes, she knew that couldn’t be it. 

“This is the first time we don’t have to rush it,” his low voice rasped, a dangerous grin sliding on his face as he promised, “So I’m going to take my time with you.” 

Hearing those words lowly whispered to her was enough to have a violent shiver running down her spine, causing Chris’ lips to curve into a smirk. He leaned down to peck at her lips a few more times before slowly crawling off of her and stood on the floor next to the couch. She watched as his thick arms effortlessly scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom where he set her down on her feet on the nice hardwood floor, his lips coming right back to hers as his hands worked at the zipper on her dress until it was falling down to pool on the floor. 

Sam couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as he took half a step back to let his blue eyes drag over her body. Sure he’d seen her naked before but this was different. This time he actually was looking at her and she cared what he thought. She was suddenly acutely aware of her black cotton panties with a fraying band and her mismatched tan faded bra that had obviously seen better days while she stood among furniture that likely cost more than two months rent on her apartment. Her bottom lip came between her teeth as she tried to look anywhere but his face and turned to get onto the bed, desperate for some sort of distraction but Chris wouldn’t give her that. 

He gently grabbed her arm, tugging her up against his chest and let one arm slide around her waist while he used the other to run a hand through her wild hair. Chris’ blue eyes were looking right into hers, making Sam feel like he was looking right into her soul as he told her, “You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

And she knew then, she was a goner for him. 

She also found out that Chris stayed true to his word, taking his time getting her out of her underwear and laying her down on the soft bed, kissing every inch of her body before he buried his face between her legs. Sam had thought the first couple times with him had been good… really good actually, but this was already better. Getting to have her hands running through his hair and feeling his beard scratch against his thighs was enough to ruin her right then and there. 

Sam was left moaning and writhing underneath him from the actions of his tongue but she wasn’t pushed off of that peak until his eyes met hers from in between her legs and she couldn’t hold on any longer, her body shaking as she came. But Chris didn’t lift his face from between her thighs, his tongue still licking and rubbing sensually until Sam’s breathing had returned to normal. 

He worked his way up her body the same way he came down, peppering kisses all over her skin until he was back up to her face, hovering over her with that smirk that drove her wild. Sam wanted- no needed- him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down quickly to crash their lips together. The one thing that was the same between them from before until now was the combustion between them. It was like electricity running through them when their lips met and all it did was leave them wanting more. 

Their hands were everywhere, grasping and squeezing while their kisses turned more sloppy and passionate, wanting so much more. Sam’s hands yanked down the waistband of his boxers, wanting to feel that round firm baseball butt underneath her fingertips and gave it a rough squeeze, causing him to grunt against her skin. She knew she had the upper hand for the moment and took the opportunity to wrap a leg around his hip, rolling him over so that he was laying on his back while Sam straddled his waist, dragging herself over him a few times, laughing to herself as she watched him squirm. 

“Sammy…” 

“Yes?” She asked quietly, a smirk on her face as his breath hitched.

His hands landed on her hips, squeezing them tightly as he whispered, “Gonna fuckin’ kill me.” 

“Not a bad way to go, though,” she whispered back with a grin. Sam didn’t wait for his response and laid down on his chest, starting by nipping at his neck while his big hands wandered down her back until they came to hold each of her round cheeks in his hands, squeezing tightly when she sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. Both of them knew he was going to be covered in hickeys by tomorrow but the thought only made Chris throb, loving the idea of being marked by his girl. Sam kept her lips moving down, gently biting at some of the black tattoos that inked his skin and sucking along his skin to pull out those beautiful moans from deep inside his chest. 

When she started working lower and lower, Chris sloppily reached over to pull open the drawer to pull out the condom that Sam quickly snatched from his hands, rolling it on him herself and purposely dragging her fingers along his throbbing length as she did so. Sam couldn’t help but smile as she saw Chris’ long eyelashes flutter closed as she puffed out a long breath, trying to keep his composure. She knew he liked to be in control, but seeing what she could do to him gave her a little boost of pride before she lined herself up and sunk down onto him, causing each of them to cry out from the pleasure. 

Each time before had been fast and felt like a whirlwind, but this time was different. They both were fully aware of each sensation, each drag of his thick cock against her walls, and each low moan of pleasure that spilled from their lips. Sam rested her hands on his toned abdomen, using it as leverage to lift herself up before roughly falling right back down over and over again. At first she had Chris right where she wanted him… a complete mess. He was panting and running a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by the feeling, his eyes- when they were open- were glazed over. But when he finally gained some of his composure, his blue eyes opened and stared right at her, just watching the way she bounced on him over and over again and loving every second. 

Sam saw his hands reach out to grasp her hips, helping her find a good pace before he let one of his hands come around to roughly smack her soft cheek, making her cry out from the sting. Sam’s pace started to falter as he brought his hand back to spank her soft skin again and again while Chris just smirked, a newfound energy filling him. He held onto her waist as he rolled them over, keeping himself nestled inside her as he got Sam on her back while he took over control. 

Now it was Sam’s turn to lay there, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her as he found that rhythm again. He held onto her hips tightly, telling her how good she felt and how, in his words, fucking gorgeous she was while he kept rocking in and out until Sam was seeing stars, her entire body tightening before that peak hit her again. Chris happily watched the emotions on her face while he kept working himself inside her, coaxing her through her orgasm until he couldn’t hold on any longer and came behind her with a long moan. 

Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to calm her body down but she still blindly reached out for him, wanting to pull his sweaty body against hers, needing to feel him by her to remind herself that this time was different. This time they were going to be together afterwards and that was something brand new. But at first she was denied her wish, Chris getting off the bed to quickly clean himself up and came back to do the same for Sam before climbing on the bed and finally granting Sam her wish. 

Chris pulled the blankets up over them before holding her naked body up against his warm frame, littering her face with little kisses while her hand rubbed at his chest. It felt so wonderful, almost oddly beautiful to get to be sharing this moment together but disappointment washed over them both when their moment was interrupted by the piercing sound of a phone ringing. 

He listened as she sighed, pulling her head off of his chest as she shoved the blankets off of her. “That’s mine.” 

“Just ignore it,” he whispered back, keeping his arms around her as he couldn’t help but frown. 

“I can’t,” she shook her head, biting her lip as she looked at him, the pair in somewhat of a silent battle over this. 

A sad sigh fell out of Chris’ lips, Chris shaking his head and loosening his hold on her before Sam pushed out of the bed, grabbing Chris’ white tee shirt and pulling it on over her frame before hurrying out to the living room where she dug her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and quickly answered the phone. He watched her through the open doorway, unable to hear the conversation clearly but he didn’t find it in him to care… he was too preoccupied with the way she looked in his shirt, the way it hung over her lanky frame, just barely covering the curve of her ass. And she was his, in nearly every way. 

She hung up her phone, padding back into his bedroom as she dropped it on an end table, raising a brow and looking at him as she said, “That was Riley.” 

He nodded, leaning up on one arm. “You probably have to go, huh?” 

“Nope, he was just calling to ask if it was fine that he stayed at Kayla’s house for dinner and then watched a movie,” she smiled, biting her lip as she lifted the blankets and the sheet, sliding back underneath them. 

“I’m certainly glad to hear that,” he grinned, feeling warm from the inside out as his arms came to rest around her. “Because I want this. I want to be able to just hold you.” 

Sam huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Wow, that's pretty soft and tender coming from the man who just was smacking my ass.” 

“Well see, you have to have balance,” he began, waggling his eyebrows a bit as he suppressed a laugh, tightening his hold on her. 

“Oh is that what it is?” 

He smirked, rolling onto his side a bit to face her. “Yeah that’s what it is, smartass,” he grinned, pecking her forehead lightly. 

“Well I’m okay with that, because I really like this,” she whispered to him, swallowing nervously as she looked into his eyes. 

“Me too, baby,” he whispered back, his hand running up and down her back underneath his shirt. 

She nodded, hand resting on his arm, stilling his motions as she said, “Just in case it wasn’t clear, I want you to know that I don’t want to be with anyone but you.” 

“Good because I don’t think I’d handle it well if you said you don’t want to date me,” he laughed, shaking his head and shrugging cheekily. “I mean, otherwise all those mornings I spent drinking shitty coffee and eating burnt eggs would have gone to waste.” 

“Did you really come in just because of me?” 

“Well it wasn’t because I liked the shitty food, I just liked the person who brought it,” he confessed to her. 

“...You…” she started, pausing and looking over his head out at the sunset. He stayed quiet, letting her gather her thoughts and work through things mentally, patiently waiting when she finally continued, “You… make me really happy.” 

“Good, because you make me really happy too,” he grinned, his hand moving over to rest on her hip with a smile.  “I like you here, like this.” 

“I do too.” 

A/N: They're finally a couple! These two little stubborn babies are SO cute together and we're so happy to share them with you all!

[sparklysung]

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

[scienceoftheidiot]

Find the Word Tag Game

I was tagged by @residentdormouse ! Thank you dear 😊

My words were : calm, frantic, joy, sadness, anger 

It’s pretty funny that it makes me realize I very rarely use these words in plain to describe emotions. Like. Really, they were hard to find. I don’t know what it says about my writing (that I use too many adverbs, I know, I know, but you can pry them from my cold dead hands, thanks). (Also, so much for thinking Desden is an angry arse. There’s no occurrence of the word "anger" in the 9 chapters I translated into English. This man is the personification of serenity. Yeah. Yeah.)*insert hedgehog emoji*

Ah and ! I’m terrible at titles and all my titles are FUCKING LONG like the good french idiot I am ! 

I tag : @residentdormouse (right back at you!) @heirsoflilith @qs63 @riotbrrrd @musing-and-music @littleragondin @dairogo @goneadrift and this tag is open, please do it and tag me even if you're not tagged, so I can read your stuff !

And your words are : smile, dream, tear(s), dark, soft  

Some original stuff and fic WIPs under the cut. 

Calm - Dead men talk way too much (Original story), Chapter 4

The door from his bedroom to the living room was wide open – out of the way. He got out, and stayed in the doorway. Kalinka was still barking, but the man was now just making crying sounds. Not very frightening, for an armed robber or a mafia killer. Desden’s left hand, the one that was not holding the door frame to the point of cracking it, was shaking terribly. He closed it in a fist, clenching his teeth under the pain from his wound, and went on. He surprised himself with how steady and calm his voice sounded:

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Kalinka immediately shut up and emitted a low growl instead. Even if he knew it was not directed at him, Desden couldn’t help being a little frightened by his dog. She had never acted like that before. That was the second time this kind of thing happened in a week.

“Please, take that dog away, please.”

Frantic - Everyone learns faster on fire (FMA Royai fic - fully posted on AO3)

His last comment had been a reference to her father, that had boiled under the surface for some days. She'd acted with Mustang as she had acted with her father, catering to his every needs, getting everything ready in advance for him, growing more frantic about it as time passed and her General had become more frustrated. It was a vicious, never ending circle. She was able to understand now, to look at it with a somewhat clinical eye, but in front of him, she’d been completely blindsided. 

Mustang wasn't a bedridden, dying old man. 

And he wasn't her father. 

"Do you want a drink, Roy boy?" 

Joy - President Grumman’s little puppet theater - (FMA Royai fic - WIP)

No occurrence of joy by itself anywhere. So you get “joyful” 

"Yeah," he said as he followed her, seeing her reaching for her finest gin. "No alcohol, please. Just, fresh water or, whatever." 

He placed the little suitcase at his feet and sat at the bar, his right hand massaging the palm of his left. It wasn't that painful after all these years, but it had become a habit. It soothed him. And he felt he needed so, what with the pointed look Chris gave him. 

"Here," she sled a glass of juice towards him on the counter. "Try this." 

It was just a glass of orange juice, bright in colour and strong in smell. A good smell. Roy drank a sip, and it felt like the most tasteful thing he'd ever drank. Maybe it was that the food in prison was, well, prison food, or maybe it was because everything since he was out felt and smelled and looked brighter and stronger than it had done in years. But the orange taste was perfect, the amount of sugar just enough to feel sweet but not overtly, the whole thing so flavorful he thought there was something else. He put the glass down, looking at it, enjoying the aftertaste on his lips. 

"That thing is… great." 

Chris smiled, and he smiled in return. 

"Ishvalan oranges. First harvest in twenty years. I felt it'd make you happy to hear that." 

Roy looked at the simple glass of orange juice on the counter, its bright, joyful colour, the sweetness of it lingering on his lips. 

"Yeah. It does." 

Sadness - FMA Royai fic WIP (codename dismissed Roy)

No occurrence of “sadness”, so you get “sad”. 

Anger - FMA Royai WIP (codename Ishval)

The major's arms curled around their necks like constrictor snakes. Riza tapped on the prominent biceps to make him let go, but Alex was on a roll. "It is such a sad thing you had to be dismissed –"

"Alex," Roy's strangled voice rose on Riza's right, "if you don't let go we'll both be dismissed for being very dead –"

" – but love overcomes all obstacles –"

"Major!" 

Mustang walked between the piles of crates, effectively hiding them from people who would enter the tent directly. Then he turned around and folded his arms. 

Hawkeye looked miserable, her eyes low, her face gaunt. Mustang felt his anger ebb at this sight. But he just couldn’t believe it. 

“What the fuck, Hawkeye ? I’m stuck in hospital, don’t see you for a couple of weeks, and I find you in the middle of the camp with your gun to the head of a fellow soldier, trying to defend my honour ? One of Kimbly’s men, on top. This is going to bite us in the arse, you can count on that. Bite me in the arse, more surely, and I’m not even your superior.” 

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He didn’t want to rub salt into her wound, but he had to say it. Because it was probably what had surprised him most. So he took a more gentle voice. 

“Worse, though. Your hand. Your gun, it was shaking. What happened?” 

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! :) Is it ok if i request the brothers (and the undateables if possible 👉🏻👈🏻) with a teenage MC who's not afraid to call them out whenever they do something stupid/harmful/immoral and has very high morals in general? Like, when Lucifer tried to kill Luke they were furious cause he wanted to kill a child (actually 2 but..), or (this is based the first chat with him after ch.16) when Belphie goes "come on, that's mean!1! >:(" They reply with, "hahah! Wanna know what else is mean?(◠‿◕) The fact that you literally killed me for EXISTING, and when you found out that i was your sister's descendant you were all buddy-buddy with me. You're an hypochrite(Is that how you say it??) And you're a shitty person in general, you killed a CHILD. So i think it's very clear who's the mean one here." (GSJSGSJ I'M SO SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG AND SASSY-) or they go full on rant about CONSENT with Simeon for the angel event. They also don't really accept opinions about their morals, like:

Diavolo: *lectures them about how humans and demons are different and how things that are clearly wrong in the human world are not in the Devildom*

MC: hm... That's a very well-elaborated and and valid arguement, but something doesn't feel right so i'm gonna just stick with my previously elaborated opinion!(✿^‿^) (wich translates into "i think your opinion is bullshit but i can't exactly tell you that so i'm just gonna be polite about it.")

I think they'd be embarassed being called out by someone who's literally an infant compared to them GSJSGSJ

you can ignore it if too similar to the sassy MC! ^^ i'm sorry it's so long 🥺

While this is very similar to my previous ask, I can do something for you! Hope I was able to put your prompt into proper essence, whilst writing this I got quite heated myself as I started to think how insane it must be for MC In the game

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"I'm tired." You suddenly barked out, everyone turned their attention to you.

There was a big meeting including the student counsel and the exchange students. You were sitting at the end of the table; every second of noise was like a hammer to your self control. Your anger slowly rising higher and higher until it felt like you were suffocating in it. Satan was the first to notice; sensing the sin like it was a strong disgusting smell.

"What...? Are you really interrupting the meeting just to say you're tired?" Lucifer snarled at you.

"Oh, of course Lucifer is the one to make a rude comment, what? Annoyed I'm making my feelings known?!"

None of them understood what the sudden uproar was. All of them staring at you with wide surprised eyes. You were often one for remarks and expressing your thoughts but this was different; you've snapped. The hatred and anger in your eyes were uncomfortable. They made you look like a completely different person.

"What is the meaning of this? You're being unnecessarily angry-"

"I'M UNNECESSARILY ANGRY?! Oh ho ho~ you tried to kill Luke for being in the house! A LITERAL CHILD!"

Lucifer was stunned; freezing under your intense glare. Everyone's eyes darting over to his figure. He wanted to say more, he wanted to make you shut up. You could understand that look on his face all too well; you exactly what he wanted to say to you. But no, he couldn't possibly do it Infront of Lord Diavolo.

Your anger was only fueled more as you stood up from your seat.

"All of you are a threat! I'm a teenager, DAMNIT! How many times have I had my life put at risk because of one of you or have been threatened to be murdered or harmed - the only reason you didn't do it because you didn't want to cause issues with Diavolo or wanted me for your personal gain!"

"Do you know how meaningless that can make a person feel?! All of you are rotten, horrible beings!"

They all shared a shameful and uncomfortable look; the exchange students weren't sure if they were supposed to be in this conversation. Seeing as the focus was set on the brothers actions. Barbatos tried to warn something like this would happen but no one would take his words seriously. They expected something alot less intense.

"Come on, don't be mean-" Belphie tried to speak, keeping his tone playful as if believing that would fix it.

"You know what's mean, Belphegor? Killing a defenseless child for simply existing and then never apologizing - mind you, NO ONE HERE HAS EVER APOLOGIZED FOR THREATENING ME OR TRYING TO KILL ME - and then having the AUDACITY to be buddy buddy with me after finding out I'm related to your sister."

All the brothers expect Satan winced at your words. Their sister being a sensative topic and to hear you speak of it with such venom in your voice. They weren't sure what to do, some wanted to yell at you, others wanted to leave. But no one did anything. It felt as if they were all frozen.

Was this your magic? Was this harsh feeling of someone stepping on their chest coming from their pacts with you?

But that was just the brothers; the others were feeling a similar discomfort but they knew if they dared tried to leave it would end in chaos.

"But no, I'm mean,I'm the big meanie here who isn't being sweet and forgiving over being put into continuous danger, I'm SO sorry."

You forced a tight sarcastic smile, pretending to be upset.

"Now, let's all calm down, you have to understand - Demons and humans they just don't work the same, what is immoral to you won't be the same here, this is very different kind of society, you came here to be taught and learn to understand these other realms you were unaware of-"

It was now Diavolos turn to be utterly destroyed.

"Everything about that made me feel disgusted, so you're fine with all sorts of immoral acts? That's what you're telling me?"

The demon prince caught onto what you're implying and realized what his words meant, he quickly tried to fix his mistake but you weren't having it. Speaking over him, raising your voice as much as you could to drown him out.

"How about YOU understand MY society and my world's rules!"

"Here's the thing, your lordship, I didn't consent to be here, I didn't agree to be whisked off from my normal life and away from everything I've known, you forced me here and expected me to just deal with it - Solomon knows more about this program than me!"

"You're right, there should of been better preparation but you have to understand the differences between-"

It seems no one has learned. Your head snapped towards the older angel. You began to slowly trudge over to him.

"I'm so glad you decided to speak up, Simeon, because talking about consent, did you even know what those bangles would do to the brothers??? Did you just think it would be all fun and games to just make them angelic again despite knowing their history? None of them were okay about it and you just went ahead with it anyway - THEY WERE PRACTICALLY BRAINWASHED!"

Everyone in the room felt a sharp whiplash from your words. From one moment being furious and despising the brothers to now scolding someone who's harmed them.

"I didn't know it would be like that-!" He truely didn't, he felt awful about what they did.

"And yet you didn't seem to be in a rush to do anything about it, to me you seem to rather enjoy seeing them like that."

He couldn't say anything. He couldn't even try. Simeon just let his head drop in shame, knowing your words were true.

"Everyone here expect Solomon and Luke are innocent - Barbatos you're on thin fucking ice."

You snarled, pointing over to the butler. He didn't flinch under your gaze. Just staying composed and beside his master.

"I'm out of here." You declares, spinning on your heel and stormed out.

Luke suddenly jumped off his seat; tears streaming down his face and rushed after you. Calling out for you as he ignored Simeon's pleas.

The room was silent as everyone mewled over your words. Stunned they all got cussed out by a mere teenager and all of them knew; you were right.

[haztory]

OK BUT THAT'S ME BEING AN IDIOT HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA drabble/sfw JAHAHHAHAHAHAH DAMN

““You better catch that fucking bouquet, babe. Our relationship is on the line!” + “You wanna go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?” with Bokuto for the loveliest Clara! from my writing event that is now closed!

warnings: adult langauge and that’s it!

a/n: i answered her previous ask for the quotes so i’m just posting the drabble here! thank you for your patience my love!!! i hope you like it <33333

bokuto koutarou x f!reader; (fluff, all the fluff and wedding shenanigans)

Bokuto loves weddings. They’re truly his weak spot. Ask him to attend and he’s there an hour early, regardless of whether you’re his best friend or his cousin twice removed. The man lives for a wedding.

He loves the sentimentality of the ceremony that never fails to make him teary-eyed and oppositely, he loves the liveliness of the reception, half tempted every time to push the DJ aside and take over the mixing of music with a drink in his hand and a sloppy yell. He’s a vivacious mess of mixed moods and energy, but truthfully, he’s the best date anyone could ever ask for.

The best attendee too, considering almost everyone wants him to be a groomsman. He usually can never say no, but this time, it wasn’t even a question; Especially not for Hinata.

But above all, he loves that every wedding he attends grants him ample opportunity to enter into the sanctity of his fantasies and imagine his own.

“Did ya see him up there?!” Atsumu barks with a hard laugh, one hand clutching his whiskey and another his suit-clad chest, “He was cryin’ more than the groom!”

Met with the boastful laughs of his fellow team members, all gathered in a scattered circle by the bar, Bokuto jokingly pushes the blond on his left with a loud scoff and a faux-defense tone.

“I held it in!”

 “I heard you sniffling when Sho finally entered the venue,” Sakusa says, pointing a finger at Bokuto with the same hand that held his own alcoholic drink, “Don’t lie.”

 The group erupts into even more scattered laughter, that of which Bokuto finally joins in. His suit jacket has long since been abandoned, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he holds his hands up in surrender, “What can I say? I love weddings!”

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, Meian joyfully says from beside him, “At least we’ll know now how you’ll be at your own.” His eyes waggle in accompaniment and Bokuto feels his cheeks start to ache from the intensity of his smile. 

“We’ll bring extra tissues!”

Flustered to the core, Bokuto dips his head in abnormal shyness— the likes of which have the entirety of his friend group leaning forward in curiosity, their own interested smiles painted on their faces.

Fascinating as it may be to see the loud and boisterous wing spiker reduced to flushed cheeks at the mention of marriage, it doesn’t take much to figure out why; Even if they didn’t know him as well as they did, it was more than clear as to the reason when Bokuto’s own gaze tries to covertly dart to the side. That of which they all notice and blatantly follow. 

Stood beside the table of the bride, there you stood in all of your sheer elegance laughing with a number of the bridesmaids, blissfully unaware of a loving gaze that was drawn much too heavily to your turned figure. Focused on the way your dress shimmers in the dim lighting and the way you speak amongst the other guests, Bokuto feels locked in the trace of your magnanimous presence. Shyness dissipating quickly and replaced with the overwhelming flutter in his stomach.

And, not for the first time this night, he wonders briefly what it would be like if it were you walking down the aisle; If instead of the sheer, shimmery dress that adorned you beautifully, you were wearing a white one.

As he watched with exuberant joy as one of his closest friends married the one he loved, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if this were his wedding. If it were you walking down the aisle to the ethereal orchestra with your closest friends and family in attendance, all watching with eager rapture at your astounding beauty as he surely would be. But none of them, not a single one of them could ever compare to the intensity of his own stupefied gaze.

He’s imagined the scenario too often, felt tears prick the corner of his eyes every time, and he grows more excited each time he’s fantasized. But nothing gives him more butterflies than the thought of interlocking his hand with yours, placing his ring of eternal promise on your third finger, and avidly vow forever with you.

It’s not like he needs a wedding to promise that; He sees his future every time he looks at you—even if you have your back turned to him and are chatting away unsuspectingly with the fellow attendees.

 But a wedding would be nice, he thinks.

“That’s if he can get married,” Atsumu mutters into his glass cup and takes a long drink of his whiskey.

Bokuto, interrupted from his loving stare at the back of your head, snaps his own head to the blond with the speed to break necks. Eyebrows furrowed, fantasy ruined, and full offense coating his syllables, he exclaims, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, Atsumu leans one elbow on the surface of the bar counter and swirls his drink around, “Ya keep sayin’ yer gonna do it, but how long’s it been? Seven, eight months? If you haven’t done it yet, yer not ever gonna.”

A quick flash of sternness settles into the eyes of their captain, his arm still wrapped around the shoulders of the slowly deflating wing spiker. “He’ll do it when he’s ready, Atsumu. There’s no need to rush something like that.”

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa chimes in from across the three men. Pointing his stare at Koutarou, who resembles a kicked puppy at this point, he sighs. Not one to expel too much effort in emotional comfort, he decides this one is worthy of some kind of attempt. Albeit a minimal one. 

 “Don’t listen to this idiot, Koutarou.”

“‘m jus’ sayin’. She won’t wait for long, man,” Atsumu shrugs his shoulders again, eyes flitting to his right. Out of the corner, Koutarou deflates even more— shoulders slumped and the corners of his mouth downturned noticeably. He huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose.

Step one, complete.

“Since when were you such an expert in what women want?” Sakusa snorts.

“I have experience, thank you very much!” 

“That’s hard to believe.”

Sticking his tongue out at Sakusa, he pointedly ignores the insult to his knowledge of the feminine desires and turns his attention to the subject matter at hand.

Atsumu knows what women, having dated quite a few in his years. More specifically, he knew what you want, considering one drunk evening you had wondered aloud— quite heartachingly in your alcoholic daze, he might add— if the boisterous wing spiker even wanted to marry you. Bokuto, in your words verbatim—

“He just always gets fidgety when I bring it up and I jus’ dunno if he even likes me anymore cause yesterday, he said that my dinner was just ‘okay’ when he always says that he really loves it. Do you know how that made me feel? How could he even want to marry me when I make just ‘okay’ food? Do you know how much he eats? How can he survive!”

And as the ever so loyal friend that Atsumu considers himself to be, who is never one to ever meddle in the business of others, decided it was only right of him to solve this slight problem himself.

By taunting Bokuto, of course. 

If only to make him take matters into his own hands and finally do what everyone has been waiting for. What he knew the poor man has been dying to do forever, considering he never shuts up about you.

And also, to finally have you stop drunk texting him, no matter how endearing he may find them to be.

“So,” Atsumu sings once more, ignoring the look of exasperation on Meian’s face and instead, zoning in on the face of despair before him, “what are ya waiting for?”

In his stupefied stare at the blond beside him, Bokuto finds his gaze once more being drawn back to your turned figure that stands right in his line of sight. Wearing that pretty dress that you face timed him to get his opinion on, smelling of sweet lavender and jasmine— his favorite perfume of yours— and the lip gloss that you begged him not to mess up. He didn’t listen, and truthfully, you hardly minded all that much.

What is he waiting for? He knows what he wants, so why hasn’t he done it yet?

What if you’re growing tired of how long he’s been waiting? What if you’re unhappy that your relationship hasn’t progressed to the next stage? Oh god, what if--

His mouth opens then closes, then opens once again, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “I… I don’t know.”

“Do ya want to marry her?”

Bokuto nods eagerly, as though through the action alone he could dispel of any lingering doubt that ever had the audacity to pervade his thoughts, “Of course! I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

“Ya think she’s gonna say ‘no’?”

Looking at his two other teammates, who each have their own curiosities piqued at the line of questioning, he shakes his head with finality.

“No. At least, I don’t think so.”

“Then ya just need a push!” Placing his drink on the counter, Atsumu slaps his hand on the man’s shoulder, “How about this: If yer girl catches the bouquet, ya rip the band-aid and ya ask her—”

Stepping in once more, Meian chimes, “Don’t push him to do something he’s not ready for—”

“I ain’t pushin’! He’s got the ring already, right?”

“You do?” All eyes fall onto Bokuto, who stares with widened innocent stare at each of them. He quickly shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his fist to reveal a velvet box in his hand. 

“I’ve been carrying it with me every day for the past six months. I just didn’t know if I should do it.”

Three pairs of eyes stare blankly at the man before them. Sharing a quick look at one another, the message is translated seamlessly between each of them and voiced eloquently by Meian himself. Ever the efficient captain.

“Holy shit.”

“My friend,” Atsumu laughs, squeezing his hand on the broad shoulder of his closest friend. His smile, innocent enough to the passing gaze, holds that twinge of mischief that Bokuto has come to know rather intimately; A taunting smile that has been directed his way one too many times that usually never ends well.

“I dare ya to propose to yer girl if she catches that bouquet. If yer really a man, that is.”

Bokuto’s eye twitches, his features narrowed at the utterance of the dare, and that’s how Atsumu knows he’s got him in the bag. It has his own smile widening even further, as Bokuto’s face scrunches in suspicion, knowing full well that he could never resist a dare.

With the single word alone, long gone is the hesitancy and doubt that plagued the man just a moment before, and instead stands a man tall in his ushering of competition. A man who thrives off the challenge, especially wherever his teammate presented one. It’s almost startling how quickly he sheds his mopey behavior and embraces his natural presence, which overwhelms and overpowers everyone around them. 

Step two, done.

“And if she doesn’t?” Bokuto asks, smugness filtering his words as he entertains the notion— silently accepts the provocation laid before him and drastically alters himself in order to successfully combat it. 

In order to win.

Spotting the glint of devilry that grows in strength in the narrowing of Bokuto’s eyes, Atsumu smirks and meets it with one of his own. He’s got him, hook, line, and sinker.

“Ya break up.”

Bokuto reels backward physically, shaken from the competitive trance and staring at the man in grotesque shock. The kind that almost borders anger and offense. Huffing a breath through his nose, he takes a step forward, away from the present comfort of Meian and almost in accusation.

“Are you trying to ruin my life, blondie? You trying to go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?”

Atsumu laughs, holding his hands up in defense, “I’m tryna get ya married, big guy!” Shoving his hands into his pockets, hardly phased by the proximity in which the large man has entrenched onto his space, he shrugs once more, “That is… if yer man enough to take it.”

“Deal,” Bokuto says without hesitation, both incredibly and not at all to the surprise of the other two men who have been silently watching from the sidelines. Like a sudden reset, the tension that resided stiffly in the shoulders of Bokuto rescinds, and replaced is the confident, joyous man. 

A man who looks as though he’s won easy money and then some. 

Smiling widely, Bokuto turns in his place and begins a bold strut away from his friends. In the direction of his beloved, “Excuuuse me, gentlemen. I’m going to go teach my lady how to catch a bouquet.”

Meian and Kiyoomi step to the side, allowing enough space for Bokuto to walk through with the hint of laughter in their small smiles. 

Spinning on his heel and pointing his thumb at his chest, Bokuto exclaims proudly, “This time tomorrow, I will be a married man!”

“One wedding at a time, Kou.” Meian laughs at the retreating man, who is beaming from head to toe.

“Better train ‘er good, big guy! Or else I might be the next one to propose to her!” Atsumu calls out as Bokuto gets closer and closer towards your turned figure.

“I’ll kill you!” He calls back, hearing the echoing laughter diminish as he finally steps beside you.

Turning from the conversation with one of the bridesmaids to the new presence, you shine beautifully upon recognizing who it is, and Bokuto feels his resolve grow almost stronger.

“Hi baby,” You coo, instinctually placing your hand into his and leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek when he quickly presents it to you, “Did you have fun with the boys?”

Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, he places his own kiss on your cheek, humming against the surface of the skin yet making no move to part from you. “Mhmm. Just missed you.”

You laugh, rubbing your hand on his arm, “You were only gone for a couple minutes, Kou.”

Trailing his lips downward, he nuzzles himself into your neck, inhaling deeply. Lavender and jasmine. His favorite scent.

The one he wants to smell for the rest of his life.

“Ten minutes is too long.”

If possible, he manages to pull you even tighter against him. Two strong arms wrapping around you, pulling your chest into his and squeezing you tightly. Lovingly and entirely too comforting. Home.

You return the embrace eagerly, holding him to you equally as tight, “You’re right. It was starting to get boring without you.”

His hand, warm and large against the small of your back, rubs the surface up and down before he pulls back slightly, if only to look at your face in its entirety and the lip gloss you have unfortunately reapplied.

“You’re gonna do the bouquet toss, right?”

You raise an eyebrow, “I usually do. Why?”

He glances to the side, avoiding your inquiring stare. He raises a hand from your waist, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, “Maybe we should go outside, and I can throw a couple of rocks at you. Just to practice your catching skills.”

“Kou— “

“Can’t have anyone disrespecting you on the floor, can we? We gotta let everyone know you’re a winner! Cause you’re my girl, and whoever disrespects you, disrespects me! You know? So, you better catch that fucking bouquet. I mean, our relationship is on the line, here!”

“Koutarou—” From the tone in which you say his name, he knows he’s not making any sense. You’re confused, incredibly so, and he can’t blame you. Truthfully, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, only that he has a goal, and he has to make you see it without revealing himself entirely.

 “I mean, only if you want to. It just… means a lot to me, and I want you to say yes, because I love you. And if you win, I win in a lot of ways. And I want to win with you, for the rest of our lives.”

Realizing almost entirely too late that he was talking with duplicity that you have most certainly caught on towards, he decides there is a good place to stop talking entirely. Oh god, he’s such an idiot. What was he thinking? He can never hide anything from you!

If you couldn’t tell from the way he was talking in metaphors, you could most definitely see it from the way in which sweat beads at the top of his forehead.

Your eyes flicker from each of his, your warm palms cupping the sides of his face as you watch him with concern.

“Baby,” You breathe out, voice steady and calm as you watch his resolve slowly crack under your watchful stare, “Did you want to talk to me about something?”

He tried desperately to remind himself that he has a mission to accomplish, that there was a dare that Atsumu had challenged him to that he must complete—but it’s you. You’re the trump card, the weakness in his defense, his priority above all else. He could never hide anything from you because you would catch him in a quick minute. And truthfully, he doesn’t want to hide anything from you.

It was easy to hide the ring under the guise of waiting for the perfect time, a mental barrier that he could excuse as a good cause behind his hesitancy, but now that he’s accepted a dare that is forcing him to put his desires to immediate use, he can hardly wait for the bouquet toss to arrive.

He’s got to do it now. The time is right, it will never be more perfect. You look beautiful, you’re held tightly in his arms, and he’s never been more convinced of the fact that he loves you. Why has he even waited this long?

He has to do it—Atsumu be damned.

“Marry me.” 

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Extra:

“You really think she’s going to catch it?” Meian asks Atsumu, as they both watch from afar the way Bokuto wraps himself around your body, nuzzling unabashedly into you.

Atsumu scoffs, “Hell no. Girl can’t catch fer shit.”

Furrowing his brows, Meian stares at the blond with intense confusion, “Then why did you—”

“Just had to plant the idea in his head. He’ll do it soon, jus’ give it a minute.”

The two watch you both silently, noticing the way in which Bokuto pulls away from you and starts to speak rapidly. Neither of them can hear what he’s saying, but they can see his lips moving. More importantly, can see the way in which you stare in perplexion.

Then finally, his lips stop moving and your hands cup his face. The setter and captain feel their breaths hitch and they both lean forward if only to see if they can read the wing spiker’s lips from where they stand.

They can. And from the way you respond with a laugh and an eager kiss, they know it worked.

Looking to Meian, Atsumu raises his brow with a smile, “Told ya!”

end note: to everyone who sent a request, it is on it’s way! i just don’t know the definition of a drabble and instead make 3k long fics, so that’s fun. 

[salemwritesxx]

easter surprise

summary: It’s Easter Day and Bakugou lays in bed sad and pissed – Y/n has canceled his flight last second, something came up. And so, Katsuki, who had taken time off his hero work just to be reunited with his long-distance boyfriend for a week, has nothing to do now. However, the Easter Bunny might have a little surprise for him after all.

w.count: ~900

content warning: fluff, long-distance relationship reunion

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“Katsuki!”, his mom yelled loudly once again, though more annoyed than the first time.

The man in question, however, only barked something back, his already furrowed brows only deepening before he plopped his head back into his pillow, “Shut up! I don’t fucking care, have your own fucking easter surprise!”, Bakugou yelled back.

All he wanted to do was wrap himself in his blanket and pout, because you, who was living many, many hours away from him somewhere down in Okinawa, did not manage to come and see him during the easter holidays. Frankly, Katsuki didn’t want to talk to anyone, he didn’t want to see anyone, he simply wanted to go and blow something up.

“I swear this … stupid kid!”, she clenched her fist, before sighing and looking at you with an apologetic smile, “Seems like you have to bring the surprise to him, I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You just laughed though, “It’s okay, Mitsuki-san. It was my own fault for telling him I wouldn’t come, I guess I have to surprise him myself now.” before you stood up from the sofa.

Originally, you had planned to sneakily come without telling him and the moment he would come downstairs and he would see you, it was all but a big surprise and reunion, however, with your boyfriend sulking upstairs it all came a little differently.

Sighing once more, he was wrapped in a big, soft blanket, face buried in his pillow – he looked messy and tired. Bakugou couldn’t understand why his mother just wouldn’t understand that he was not in the mood for surprises. He had taken off from his hero work just because he thought you would visit him, but then everything changed and now? Now he was stuck at home – alone.

Usually he wasn’t defeated so easily, but he had really looked forward to meeting this holiday, especially since it took a few more months before you could finally move in together.

A knocking on his door made him groan loudly “UGHH Go AWAY!” thinking it was his mother.

“Aw, I’m hurt, Baby!”, you giggled and opened the door.

And the moment Katsuki heard your voice, he immediately raised his head to look at you, his ruby eyes staring at you for a few seconds in disbelief, even your “Surprise!” only seeping through to his brain very slowly, before he jumped up in a frenzy.  

“OW!”, however, being wrapped multiple times in his blanket, Katsuki only landed a few inches away from the bed onto the floor, the fabric wrapped around his hips and legs tightly.

“Kat! You okay?”, being the good, worried boyfriend you were, you rushed to his side immediately and kneeled down beside him, wanting to help. But Katsuki didn’t care, the moment you were in reach, he grabbed you by your shirt to pull you down.

Lips connected and eyes closed, he wrapped his arms around your neck, enjoying the sweet kisses that he had missed so much in the last months – and you complied happily.

While your tongues were twined and your hearts beat in unison you reached out to help him detangle from the blanket until he was finally free and pulled into your lap, Bakugou instantly relaxing as he sighed into the kiss blissfully.

Low, little grumbles of satisfaction escaped his throat as your lips melted together so perfectly – God, how he missed to kiss you, to hold you and just… feel you close by his side.

His lips were so soft and full against your own, your boyfriend tasting even sweeter now that you hadn’t kissed him in so, so long, never really wanting to let go again.

Though at last, he broke the kiss with a soft gasp. Looking straight into each other’s eyes for a few moments, he then whispered, “I seriously… hate you.”, before burying his face at your shoulder, your hearty laugh making his heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry for lying, Baby. I wanted to surprise you. Can you forgive me?”, gently combing through his spiky hair, you pressed kisses onto the side of his head while holding him so close, both of you not wanting to leave this warm embrace.

“You should be thankful I love you, Y/n… Or I would have thrown you out the fucking window.”, he tried his best threatening voice he could manage, but it was pretty useless. Katsuki was just way too overwhelmed and happy you were here and not, like he thought, still in Okinawa.

“Hmm, then I’m lucky you love me, hehe.”, you giggled and hugged him even tighter, your whispered “And I love you so, so much as well, Pretty Boy.” made his heart jump, before he looked back up and pulled you back into another kiss.

“How long can you stay?”, Katsuki asked in a hushed voice while softly placing kisses around your mouth and onto your lips.

“Two weeks, then I need to fly back.”, in-between kisses, you answered his question, though not without stopping to return every little smooch.

“HaaAhh… Why can’t it be August already?”, a sad sigh left his lips.

“I know, but soon… We will live together, only a few more months!”

Burying his face in the nook of your neck once more, Bakugou started playfully sucking on your skin and kissing around, meanwhile your hand was slipping underneath his t-shirt to caress his back, the tips of your fingers gliding along his back dimples and then up his spine.

Even though he had woken up yesterday to the most horrible message when you told him you couldn’t make it, everything was fine now. Katsuki usually hated surprises, but … surprises like these were the best, because they made the time he waited for you and him to move in together just a little bit more bearable.

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writer’s note: First, HAPPY EASTER 🐰🥚 Second, I have a whole ass backstory for this little blob of writing, like a pen pal AU type thingy and wow- they’ve come a long way, from being childhood pen pal friends to almost moving in 🥺 Sorry, I’m babbling as if y’all know what I’m talking about even tho it’s all just in my head right now lol will hopefully write it out one day, for now! Hope you liked this reunion!

[breitweisergallery]

episode 3 notes below

I now sing along to the opening I have watched this show too many times

I always barely catch it, but the way Gaon’s hand is holding Yohan’s neck so his head doesn’t hit the floor gets me every time

I love these scenes of Yohan and Elijah before Gaon meets her, because these are the only ones not influenced by Gaon’s perception of either of them

Also the way Yohan’s hair isn’t quite in his face but isn’t quite brushed back either, like he’s only just gotten home

They really do act like siblings

He pretends his right hand is injured, when Gaon is his left hand

The hand that Gaon later scars?

His phrasing is so interesting. “It seems I terrified someone.” Implying that either his choice of cases is directly targeting someone, that someone believes they will be targeted, but that he was the sole target of the explosion despite knowing he wouldn’t be in the office that night. He has to know it was the SRF since they were the ones who created the gala, they knew he would be out of the office that night.

Jongwon F&B is Lee Jaekyung’s business

“Kang Yohan doesn’t make mistakes,” your words are coming back to bite you Kyunghee

“The mutt can bark all it wants. The train will continue.”

Yohan is already playing the divide and conquer route. He knows Gaon is a spy, he presumably knows the wiretapping device was police gear, and now Soohyun introduces herself. He knows she’s dangerous if only bc she’ll do what Gaon asks

Don’t touch Yohan~ he doesn’t like being touched~

It’s interesting that it translates to “Just find the criminal.” In some ways that could be taken as an order, or permission, for her to continue the investigation Gaon had started

I love the way the room is completely packed up at the beginning and it slowly becomes warmer, inviting, unpacked, the longer Gaon stays there

Gaon has an arm injury too, I’ve never noticed that

Gaon injuries: ribs, forehead, back, arm

I love the headcanon that Yohan moved into Isaac’s room when he died, or that Yohan just moved rooms in general, and he stuck Gaon in his childhood room.

God that study is fucking beautiful

The entire house is beautiful

Once again upset we never get Gaon and Yohan walking the grounds of the house

The house is not built in the slightest for Elijah. I wonder how much Yohan spent on renovations for her after they came home

Isaac and Elijah’s names are both old testament, Yohan’s is new testament

“Your face annoys me” how much does Elijah remember? How many pictures does she have of them?

Yohan is so fucking sly, he really plays her against all of the other members of the team right from the beginning. He makes her so paranoid that he’s out to take her job, or to steal the candidacy from her

Yohan definitely knows the SRF was involved right from the get to. I think he suspects Sunah right from the beginning, the way he speaks to her. He knows they have some connection he just can’t piece together what.

Over a million people signed the petition to find out who targeted Yohan in the attack in a single day. He’s already got the country eating out of his hand.

“This is a situation that could cause a riot if you rub Kang Yo Han the wrong way” Once again Joongse hits it on the nose without realizing

Thinking abt Isaac and how he probably slapped Yohan once or twice over the shoulder for saying dumb shit.

Elijah wants him to do something dumb so badly

I understand why people assumed Elijah and Yohan were siblings, they really act like it

Jinjoo watching Yohan over Inseok’s shoulder fuckin sends me every time

K my boy my love

Yohan’s white sneakers, he’s also not wearing a hoodie, he’s wearing a jacket

Yohan definitely have some kind of informal fighting training

He says “I really almost died” but he didn’t. He was barely injured. Gaon almost died.

K, my beloved boy, stopping Yohan from murder, asking questions of Yohan

285sun 7511 - the suv

Gaon does try to start multiple conversations and Yohan just shuts him down

Yohan my petty boy

“There you go mothering me again, Yoon Soohyun” hmmm

Sunah is collared in the scene after the ad

They all know what Sunah did but none of them will say it

The Sunah/Joongse massage scene makes me laugh every time

“There wasn’t anything I did do before I met Director Seo.” Sunah…

Isaac plays piano? Or Cecelia?

I really thought she meant Yohan not Elijah the first time I watched this

The fact that Yohan doesn’t knock is 10x funnier when you take into account the teenage girl who lives in the house

Jinjoo calling Inseok “Young Master” as a reference to his background is so fucking funny

“Powerful people don’t show remorse. Showing remorse is what the powerless do.” FUCK ME. I’m telling you, Jinjoo and Yohan are aligned so perfectly in philosophy

Yohan knowing it’s Gaon bc Elijah doesn’t knock is also hilarious

Yohan’s blinds are purple

Him shoving everything into his left hand also makes me laugh every time

Yohan has two doors to his room

Yohan knew Jinjoo would have done her research. He plays the game knowing full well Gaon and Jinjoo will have the answers to his rhetorical questions in court

SOYOON!!! Yohan did Not plan for Soyoon to do that, I desperately wish we’d seen the meeting of the team after that

god the fucking judge costumes, it’s so attractive on Yohan

Yohan’s childhood room always makes me so sad

The fact that the photo of Isaac and Elijah is in Yohan’s childhood room makes me wonder how often he went down there after Isaac died

Tiny Isaac is so cute and he loves his baby brother :’(

Yohan’s desperate run to turn the lights off, but that sound was the door unlocking. He was literally locked down in his room

Isaac gave Yohan gifts and spoiled him, that was his baby

Yohan putting the gloves on before destroying Youngmin’s car mimics the way Jisang would prepare to hit him

“Because he resembles me. That boy resembles me so much. But Isaac… Isaac is different. Yohan will someday devour his older brother.” Knowing that Isaac didn’t have the same genius that they did explains that statement.

Sunah and the dog, delivered without Yohan’s side of the story. Truth, not reality.

Gaon, to his credit, does question why Yohan did it.

And now Yohan finds Isaac’s watch.

The hoodie, the black sneakers.

I’m sorry but watching Jisung try to pretend he was running the entire time when following shot calls is so fucking funny

Yohan’s hoodie doesn’t have strings

[fernisworm]

Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Reader Headcanons (Pt3)

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I haven’t posted in a while so I thought I’d upload this since it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while LMAO

(PSA: I touch on some of these HC’s in previous posts)

some more Lycan!Karl brainrot for the soul amirite 😎😎

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🎕 You can find Pt 1 here! (& Pt 2 here!)

❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x (Gender Neutral!) Reader

❀ Warnings: N/A

✿ You can find all my stories here!

✿ My requests guide is here! (And you can place a request here!)

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🌟 Karl can actually understand the lycans almost perfectly, and funnily enough, they seem to understand basic English too

🌟 “ *assorted lycan growling and barking* “

🌟 “What? No, you aren’t all sleeping in the factory! I don’t care how cold it is outside, fur-for-brains!”

🌟 anyway, they all slept in the factory 

🌟 Karl actually regards most of the lycans in a familial way and likes to take care of them in any small way he can

🌟 He even went as far as to reinforce the Stronghold for them to keep it warmer in the winter 

🌟 While the lycans have names, they aren’t human names

🌟 It’s kind of hard to translate “grrrgrg BARK BARK BARK grgrgrgrg AWOOOO” into English

🌟 So instead Karl has various nicknames for the lycans, such as; fur-face, fur-for-brains, fur-freaks, etc. (Just to highlight the extent of his creativity)

🌟 You actually get along quite well with the lycans 

🌟 Heisenberg is very protective of you, however

🌟 He doesn’t mind you interacting with the lycans but is always sure to keep a watchful eye on the situation

🌟 One time he actually got really jealous because you were giving a lycan more attention than him (which really wasn’t that much more, all things considered)

🌟 The following night he disappeared for a while and you heard loud snarling, barking and the like from outside the factory

🌟 Karl returned later looking rather pleased with himself

🌟 The lycans avoided you for nearly an entire month before you got Karl to confess that he had threatened all of them to stay away from you “or else”

🌟 You made him apologise and scolded him for being worried over such a thing

🌟 He blamed it on his wolf blood (being territorial and overprotective) but you knew better and that he was just a big whiny man-baby

🌟 Tying into my point from before; surprisingly, the lycans prefer the Stronghold over the factory itself and you guessed it had to do with the factory being too overwhelming for them (similarly to how it worked up Karl sometimes)

🌟 But every now and again it might get particularly cold and frosty and the lycans will ask Karl if he can let them into the factory for a while

🌟 Usually he says no, but you always try to convince him otherwise

🌟 “But Karl, it’s so cold outside! Pleeeease can you let them inside??? Just for the night!!! 🥺😢🙏🙏“

🌟 “(Y/n), if I keep caving to every request they ask of me they’re going to think I’m going soft!! I cannot have that, I am a very mean and tough alpha wolf!! >:(”

🌟 “ *you proceed to smooch Karl on the cheek* “

🌟 “...ⁱ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵈᶜ”

🌟 It’s fair to say that you’re usually able to convince him to open the factory up to them

🌟 The lycans are often restricted to the lower levels, but they don’t mind since that’s where it’s the warmest anyway

🌟 When they do end up staying in the factory for a bit Karl makes sure to lock away the Soldats and Haulers 

🌟 (mostly to stop the lycans from coming into harm’s way, but also because overall the lycans are probably a better defence system than Karl’s experiments lmao)

🌟 One of the biggest things you’ve had to help Karl work on is his ability to control his own emotions

🌟 Prior to you living in the factory with him he used to be very destructive, transforming on every whim he got without really trying to fight his werewolf blood

🌟 When you first moved in, and you didn’t know anything about Karl’s lycan side, it made things very difficult for him since he was so used to wolfing-out whenever he felt the need to

🌟 His complacency with random transformations actually caused him to wolf-out several times during meetings

🌟 You weren’t present for any of them but when he recalled the memories you could tell they were somewhat embarrassing for him

🌟 He told you that times like those were when Mother Miranda’s true disgust was on full display

🌟 Karl always insisted that he didn’t give a fuck about anything she said, but you knew it still affected him sometimes

🌟 After all, Mother Miranda was the only parental figure that he’d had in his life in a very long time. How could her words not have some affect on him?

🌟 It became a lot easier for Karl after he told you he was part lycan, but prior to that there were some very close calls

🌟 He would disappear randomly, and for varying amounts of time without an explanation

🌟 One time you nearly caught him wolfing out so he had to lock the door and find a way to the bottom levels of the factory so he could sneak out without you seeing him

🌟 Of course all of this was made ten times harder by the fact he was in werewolf form by that point

🌟 Heisenberg decided you had to know about his lycan side when you started blaming yourself for him acting out

🌟 He knew he wasn’t perfect, not in any capacity, but god forbid you blame any of that on yourself

🌟 He was relieved that his confessed seemed to disperse almost all of your worries

🌟 Due to your combined efforts, and some realistic practice on volunteers such as Lady Dimitrescu, Karl has a far better grip on his werewolf transformations

🌟 Even around full moons he finds himself able to calm his emotions and stop himself from wolfing out

🌟 Karl (along with all the other lords) are so very grateful for everything you’ve done to help him

🌟 But Heisenberg insists he’ll kill you if you ever tell a soul that he’s helping Moreau control his own unpredictable transformations

🌟 “Aren’t you just the sweetest big brother omg 🥺🥺“

🌟 “SHUT UP I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU IF THIS GETS OUT”

🌟 Whenever Karl wolfs-out (or just transforms in general tbh) all his clothes get torn to smithereens, so you have to do your best to persuade Donna to make him some more

🌟 Especially now since he was literally down to his last set of clothes

🌟 But you can imagine she was still quite angry at Heisenberg for literally breaking into her house and gnawing on Angie like a chew-toy

🌟 But since she was the only seamstress in town you had to try an appease her in someway

🌟 It didn’t help that Karl had recently dug up her garden

🌟 Like what the fuck Karl we need Donna to like us you freak-show

🌟 Either way Karl was always running out of clothes, and fast

🌟 He had a small plethora of sewing knowledge, from years of patching up his own clothes, but that wouldn’t nearly be enough to fix the ribbons-worth of material he had left

🌟 Anyway you made Karl apologise to Donna and (especially) Angie 

🌟 “I’m... sorry.”

🌟 “For...?”

🌟 “For being way too epic for you losers to handle hehehe 😎😎”

🌟 You slapped him behind the head and made him apologise again- properly this time

🌟 Donna (begrudgingly) decided to help out and make Karl some new clothes

🌟 Despite being an absolute menace, he was still her brother

[lucyintheskywithxanax]

I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem Reader

Requested by @steveyouarelate : “37 (Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.) and 50 (I’m sorry I’m not enough for you) (with an happy ending, please) with billie dean x reader”

A/N: there’s a lot of crying and wallowing in self-pity in this one, you’ve been warned. I wanted it to have a tragic ending but you asked for happy, so here you go. I hope you’ll like it <3

Title is a line translated from this song.

Word count: ≈ 3 700

Someone catcalled you from across the street but you didn’t find it in you to care. You had no idea where you were. Night was falling, the cold, crisp air was biting your cheeks and making your whole body shiver. You could barely feel your fingers anymore. Your feet hurt. But the pain and the cold felt good. If you could, you would close your eyes and let yourself sink into it to forget everything else.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignored it. You kept on walking, straight ahead, left around a corner, past an old man sitting on a bench. He said something to you you did not understand. A car honked nearby. Let it. Let it hit you and put an end to your misery.

Your phone buzzed again. “Oh for fuck’s sake, leave me alone,” you muttered. But even as you said it, your hand reached in your pocket for your phone. Your heart swelled with a bubble of hope, that perhaps it would be her, that perhaps her words would be the right ones and they would make everything better. You turned on the screen and read your notifications.

Coming home soon? x

I’m making mackerel in white wine

It was the cold wind that made you tear up, nothing else. Certainly not the image of Billie in the kitchen, dressed in comfy clothes, sipping a glass of expensive white wine, hips swaying to some mellow jazz song as she chopped herbs and vegetables and stirred the sauce. Sassy, brave, confident, and just a little bit reckless Billie. How you adored her. She was everything to you.

Blinking back your tears, you texted her back a few words saying you were going to spend the night at your dad’s. That was a lie, but you really couldn’t face her right now.

And it wasn’t your fault, really. You had never meant to be so messed-up. But Billie – she was the sun, she was the moon and the stars in the sky and beyond, no matter how cliché that sounded, and you… you were lying on the ground covered with dirt. You were nothing. You had not achieved a single good thing in your life. You couldn’t talk to people without making a complete fool of yourself, you had no talent, no beauty, only a boring, dull personality.

You carried that knowledge in your chest like a rock. Most of the time its weight was bearable; but there were days when the rock seemed to expand and expand until it took all the room in your chest. When that happened, nothing could bring you relief. Negativity would cloud your mind. Dark little thoughts would chirp in your ears like birds in the spring. Useless, they would sing. Boring. Worthless, they would sing.

Today was one of those days. You had woken up with a feeling of dread and dejection and it had required all of your strength to get out of bed. Luckily Billie had left for work early; you didn’t want to bother her with your problems and your bad mood. And then things had just gotten worse and worse.

Today you had lost your job. Your boss had warned you several times before: you weren’t as efficient as your co-workers, you didn’t work fast enough, didn’t smile enough. You simply were not enough. So today he had held the front door open for you and slammed it behind you and had not even bothered to hide his satisfied smirk. Since then, you had walked. Roamed the streets, tried to make one with the cold.

Your phone rang. Billie’s name appeared on your screen. You stared at it for a moment before you accepted the call. You knew she may very well drive to your dad’s if you ignored her, and then what? She’d know you had lied to her. Besides, a tiny part of you was still hoping she would know what to say, she would just know, without you having to tell her, and that rock in your chest would turn to dust and flowers would bloom in its place.

“Hi sweetpea,” said Billie. Her voice was cheerful, but you knew her well enough now to hear the tinge of worry in it.

“Hey,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand. Are you mad?”

There was a soft clang, something metallic being moved. “Of course I’m not. But are you sure you’re alright?”

You closed your eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m fine. My dad just really needs company right now.”

Did she even care? Or was she relieved that you wouldn’t be spending the night together?

“I’m sorry you made dinner for me,” you went on, eyes still shut tight.”I should have warned you, but he –“

“It’s fine, Y/N, really,” Billie cut you off. “We have that wonderful thing called a fridge that I can use to store leftovers.”

A small laugh escaped you.

“But I’ll miss you,” Billie said. She paused, and again you pictured her, her free hand on the counter, fingers drumming, an apron tied around her waist, hair as perfectly done as if she were about to attend a movie premiere. Another small laugh escaped you, affectionate, incredibly sad.

“Me too. I’ll be back tomorrow. Love you.”You hung up before she had time to say it back. You weren’t sure you could hear those words from her right now.

What would she think when you told her you had lost the one thing that still made you a person of value to the world? You couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on her face. She would be kind, of course, and tell you not to worry. Maybe she would even say that she still loved you. But that wouldn’t be true. Billie deserved someone who, like her, had shot for the stars and made it. Someone who shone as bright as she did, someone she could be proud of – not a liability like you.

You walked. When you took a look at your surroundings, you realized you didn’t know that part of the city. It looked like a wealthy residential neighbourhood, big white houses with large porches, impeccably mown lawns. The streets were deserted. You walked.

Spending the night at your dad’s wasn’t even an option. He was too boisterous, too loud. Your best friend would know something was wrong the minute she’d take a look at your face, and then she would ask questions, demand answers you didn’t want to give her. So you kept on walking, dragging around that rock which after so many years had become a part of you. You didn’t even know if you would want to get rid of it. It felt like company now.

A bridge, across a canal. Past the city hall. You reached downtown, busy, wild, buzzing with life. People brushed past you and laughed at each other and talked too loudly. The city watched you roam without offering the least bit of comfort. You had tried to find solace in its streets hundreds of times before, fueled by the naive belief that the city would welcome you with open arms and a kind smile. But the city was indifferent and selfish. The city sneered at the lost souls that wandered the night.

Maybe you could get a hotel room. You stopped in front of the first hotel you found and stared at the door, but soon realized you were incapable of going in. It was as if your legs had frozen, as if some sort of force were pushing you away. So you walked on. Your heart was secretly singing for home.

But you couldn’t go home. You couldn’t do that to Billie. You were a burden to her, and that had to stop. She had too many great things to achieve, a whole future made of gold and diamonds and glorious victories, to be held down by someone like you. So shut up, you ordered your heart. Don’t yearn for something you do not deserve.

You walked. You walked until you were sure your feet were bleeding and every muscle in your legs was screaming in agony. A little past midnight your mind went numb. You walked. At 1am a dog barked at you, at 1:34 a drunk whistled and called for you to come with him. At 2:30 you finally looked up and realized your aching feet had led you back home.

You tried, you really did, to go away. Go back downtown, get a freaking hotel room to spend the night. Your feet led you to the front door, your hand turned the key in the lock. You could sleep on the couch, you told yourself. You could sleep on the couch, and leave at dawn before Billie woke up.

The house was dark and silent. You waited a few seconds, your heart beating fast in your chest, listening for any sound, any indication that Billie was still awake. Nothing. You took off your coat and shoes, and dropped your bag on the floor. You waited a few seconds more. When you had convinced yourself Billie was asleep, you tip-toed all the way to the living-room. The floor was cold under your feet, the walls seemed to be closing in on you in the dark.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but you weren’t sure your stomach could hold food right now. All you wanted was to collapse on the couch and bury your face in the pillows and sleep. Forget that you existed.

Your right foot slammed into a suitcase you had not bothered to put away earlier in the day. A curse escaped you, low and angry, and out of the corner of your eye you saw something stir in the darkness of the living-room. You jumped, raising an arm to defend yourself, and squinted at the shape that straightened and turned, light from outside falling on strawberry blond hair.

Billie reached out to turn on a lamp and grimaced as the bright light blinded her. She raised one hand to shield her eyes, blinking away sleep. There was a red mark on her left cheek, and you quickly realised she had fallen asleep at the table while doing crosswords. She often did that, when she couldn’t sleep. Crosswords helped her focus when her mind was buzzing with too many thoughts.

She met your eyes, blinked again, and then she smiled. You stood frozen as if you had turned into a statue, the mad pumping of your heart the only sign that you were still alive.

You could have tried to make a joke. You could have lied to her again, said you had tucked your dad in and left. Instead, your throat closed up, your heart dropped into your stomach, and to your utter shame and despair you felt your eyes fill with tears.

You were so tired. How so tired of being you.

All you wanted was to sink into Billie’s arms.

For a minute there was only silence. You watched as Billie’s expression turned from surprised to happy to confused. Oh God, what would she think of you? How she would despise you. She would think you were a sad, pitiful creature and she would be right.

You prayed for something, anything, an earthquake, a meteor crash, a tidal wave even though you lived miles from the ocean, that would put an end to your miserable life.

Billie stood up, smoothing one hand over her wrinkled clothes. Only now did you notice that she hadn’t changed from work. Had she been waiting for you this whole time? Your heart tightened in your chest. No, that couldn’t be. She had probably tried to make the best of her one evening of freedom, her one happy evening when she could celebrate your being finally out of her hair.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” she said with a small smug smile. She held out one hand as if to touch you and you flinched. She noticed, and her smile wavered.

“Are you alright?”

“I –“ With a shake of your head you took a few steps away from her, your throat thick with tears, and when you shot her a glance her face was blurry but you could still see the damned worry in her eyes –

“Y/N what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice getting higher and shaky as it always did when she was anxious. She walked up to you, but kept enough distance between you and her so as not to make you feel cornered.

“I lost my job.” The words tumbled out without permission. You were so tired. You just wanted to be held. “I got fired because I couldn’t do my job properly.”

Silence.

That was it, then. You had lost her. She was seeing you for who you really were; the veil love had dropped over her eyes was finally being lifted.

You couldn’t look at her, so you closed your eyes and let your tears fall.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, one hand coming up to your chest for it was too tight, it was crushing your heart and it hurt too much. “Billie, I’m so sorry I keep disappointing you.”

A hand, on your arm. A question, barely above a whisper. “Honey, what do you mean?”

A sob pushed out of your throat, loud and painful and so despicable. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

She let out a noise, a gasp, but to you it sounded like a contemptuous, mocking laugh, a laugh that said, Look at you, pitiful, pitiful little creature.

“Y/N,” she started, but you shook your head. You still couldn’t look at her.

“Listen, I’ll get my things, I understand. Just – let me sleep here tonight. Please. I’ll sleep on the couch, only for tonight, and then I’ll leave I’ll – “

“Y/N what are you talking about?”

You felt her grip on your arm tighten, acrylics digging into your skin.

“Just one more night, please, Billie,” you begged.

“Shut up. Stop talking. You’re not making any sense, honey.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried.

A hand on your cheek. You almost flinched, almost recoiled, but you managed to stop yourself from doing so. There was no need to hurt her more than you already had.

“Please stop apologizing,” Billie whispered. Why did she sound so broken? “Tell me what to do. What can I do?”

You shook your head again, choked on a sob. Billie’s thumb was gently stroking your cheek, catching your tears and wiping them away.

“Lie to me,” you whispered. “I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again. Tell me I can be enough for you.” You opened your eyes, then, and looked up at her. And you could have hit yourself, you could have stabbed your chest and ripped off your heart, for her face was coated with tears that dripped down her chin, and her gaze was so terribly sad.

She let out a strangled breath. “Oh, Y/N… come here, come here baby.”

You didn’t even try to fight her. Your body sank into hers like a stone into water. Your hands slid up her back to grab fistfuls of her shirt as you buried your face in her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around your waist and put her other hand on the back of your head, pressing you closer against her. She was being so gentle, so loving, dropping kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear – it only made you cry harder. Because you were going to lose this, to lose her, and you’d never have the strength nor the will to find that kind of sweet love ever again.

She started humming, a soft tune, as she rocked you like a child and you sobbed and wailed. Her voice was always a little bit raspy when she sang, a little bit out of tune, never quite managing to hit the right notes. Hearing her sing always soothed you. She ran her fingers through your hair, acrylics gently grazing your skull, just the way you liked it, because it always made your skin tingle everywhere.

Damn her, she knew you so well. She knew exactly how to help you calm down, how to make part of that ache in your chest disappear.

Minutes passed. Billie was still humming when you finally felt like you could breathe again. You turned your head, pressed your cheek against her shoulder – her blouse was wet now, you had done that, ruined it as you always ruined everything. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, relishing the smell of her, so precious, so loved – you would have to keep it safely stored in your mind to never forget it. Maybe, on the darkest of nights to come, when everything and everyone would fail to soothe your soul, if you closed your eyes tight enough you would be able to conjure her scent again, and then sleep would finally come.

Billie’s hand slid down the side of your face to cup your cheek. You closed your eyes, counted to three, then pulled away.

Her gaze was still so very sad when you met her eyes, but she managed to offer you a smile. She gracefully wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“Why are you crying?” you frowned.

Billie let out an incredulous laugh. “Did you hear what you said to me?”

There was no reproach in her voice, only sadness, and that felt like a stab to your heart.

“I’m sor –“you started, but she interrupted you with a slender finger on your lips.

“I told you to stop apologizing.” She offered you another shaky smile, but then her brow pushed up in concern. “Did I –“Her voice broke. She swallowed, tried again. “Did I do something to make you feel like you were not enough?”

Did she… what? You weren’t sure you had heard her properly. Had those words really left her mouth, or had they been uttered by a malicious spirit? How could Billie, Billie who was so considerate, so loving, so utterly perfect – how could she think she had done anything wrong?

Her face crumpled as she misinterpreted your silence. “Oh no baby, I’m so s –“she started, but you interrupted her.

“No, Billie, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Your voice was hoarse from crying. You shook your head, biting your lower lip to hold back fresh tears. “You’ve been so good to me. The best thing that ever happened to me. The truth is, you’ve been too good and I don’t… I don’t want to hold you back.” She opened her mouth to protest, but you shook your head again, a silent pleading to let you finish. “Now that I’ve lost my job you’re gonna have to provide for me and I can’t let you do that. I can’t be a burden I can’t –“

Again, a finger on your lips. You fell silent. Something in you disappeared and you felt your body go limp, as if there was no strength left in you.

Billie’s finger gently tapped your lips as she gazed at you thoughtfully.

“I don’t mind providing for you while you look for another job,” she said after a while. Her brow furrowed. “Or maybe you should take a break. Maybe I should, too. We could go somewhere nice and relax for a while.”

“But I –“Another tap on your lips.

“But you –“you tried again, but again she interrupted you. You planted a kiss on her finger in retaliation, and were rewarded with a small smile.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” Billie said in a low voice. Her eyes met yours, kind and vulnerable. “You’re not a disappointment, Y/N. It’s got to the point I cannot even imagine my future without you.”

You couldn’t help it: you dissolved into tears again. Billie cooed and gently guided your head against her shoulder. You clang to her, hoping you could get rid of your negative thoughts with every sob. It didn’t work like that, you knew it, but when you were in Billie’s arms it almost seemed life could be easy and kind.

You didn’t pull away when your tears subsided. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying Billie’s embrace, her hand running through your hair, her warmth. You felt thoroughly empty now, thoroughly spent. Sleep weighed on your eyelids. You wrapped your arms around Billie’s waist and pulled her closer still, breathed in her scent and let out a sigh.

“What happened?” Billie whispered after a while.

“I told you.” You nuzzled her shoulder. “I lost my job.”

“No, I mean… what happened?”

You got her meaning, somehow, as if your mind were perfectly attuned to hers. You hesitated. Swallowed hard.

“I don’t know,” you said in a breath. “Sometimes it feels like I can never be a viable option for anyone, especially not for you. I know it’s stupid, I know I have no real reasons to feel that way. But I can’t help it.”

Billie hummed. She dropped a kiss on your forehead, warm lips lingering on your skin. “I love you,” she said, voice firm and raspy. She ran one hand up and down your back, nails scratching gently.”And I want you, even when you’re at your lowest and ugliest, even when you don’t have a job.”Her hand slipped over your shoulder, under your chin, titled your head up. She waited for you to meet her eyes. “You’re allowed to not be at your best all the time. That doesn’t make you worthless.”

And as you gazed at her with half lidded eyes, her words sank into you and settled in your chest and bloomed there. Eased the ache. Maybe only for a few hours, maybe only for a few days, but it was all you needed right now. And somehow she had known exactly what to say. And she would know what to say the next time.

You blinked sleepily, and she cooed, smiled a smile that was half fond, half smug. “Do you need to get some shut-eye, my little bear?”

You rolled your eyes at her, but were betrayed by a yawn. Her smile grew into a smirk.

“Shut up,” you muttered, as you buried your face in her chest, nuzzled the exposed skin, and smiled.