#i *hate* the crunchy phone speaker sound

[your-mighty-words-astound-me]

my "old man yells at cloud" take is that people need to stop using speakerphone in public spaces

[erodasfishtacos]

love the concept of wolfrry taking care of his girl !! like maybe she’s having a girls night out and she ends up calling harry because she’s drunk and emotional and she’s missing him and he drops everything to go and pick her up and when he brings her home he takes off her makeup, heels and undresses her as well as bathing her. I just think it would be so cute thinking about him kneeling outside of the tub and washing her. just all the cute domestic stuff !!

🥞Lavender Bubbles & Blueberry Pancakes 🫐

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warnings: smut, abo dynamics

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The pack hated when YN had a girl’s night because it meant that their leader was more on edge than usual with worry.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go out and have fun but he couldn’t protect her if he wasn’t there and even if he wouldn’t admit it, he missed his mate terribly when they were separate for even a moment.

To the outside world, Harry and YN’s relationship dynamic is odd - he’s a grumpy asshole with a cocky streak but let’s his omega bully him until he subdues her.

What they don’t see is when they go to bed for the night, and the big bad alpha lays her out on her back and eats her cunt until she cries from overstimulation then cuddles her until she falls asleep in his arms a wet, sweaty little mess.

Harry is in their lounge, playing poker without real commitment - to busy waiting to hear an Uber pull up to drop off his mate.

Then his phone rings.

“What?” He asks bluntly, voice firm and is automatically on guard when he sees her contact number.

“Hi baby,” She giggles girlishly, “Uh-um, the girls want to go to ‘nother bar but um,” YN takes a break to breathe straight into the speaker, “I miss you and want t’come home. And my brain is all fuzzy and I can’t remember how to order an Uber.”

“Where are you?” Harry’s already standing from the table and snagging his keys off the holder as he heads towards the garage - ignoring his pack’s complaints.

“Er,” YN pauses, it’s incredibly noisy and she’s slurring, “S’that one with the cow thingy. Y’know that thing you can ride on like at a circus-, I mean a rodeo?”

“Cowboy Jack’s?” Harry clarifies with a clenched jaw, assuming she’s talking about the mechanical bull they have.

“Yeah, that’s the one. I had like four of the pretty pink drinks and they tasted like strawberries,” YN informs him like he cares as he peels out of the driveway and begins speeding.

“Stay right where you are. Don’t move or go anywhere,” Harry interrupts her, not wanting her to get lost or wander off.

“But then Emma said that the bartender-“ She rambles on, excited to tell Harry everything about her night.

“Pet,” He cuts her off again, stern and using his alpha tone, “Did you hear what I said? Repeat it back to me right now.”

“Not to move,” YN says quietly, like she’s worried that he’s upset with her.

Harry makes sure his voice sounds softer when he says, “Thank you, pup. I just need to make sure that I keep you safe, s’all.”

“Can I move a little though? There’s a food truck with those little crunchy tacos things. I want t’eat one,” YN’s demeanor changes quickly as she spots food within the vicinity of her.

“I’ll make you food when you’re home,” He tells her with a sharpness, annoyance beginning rise as he just wants her next to him, “Behave.”

“M’always behaved. S’just they look really yummy and -“

“I said stay where you are,” Harry cuts in loudly, stress rising with her drunkenness, this is why he hated when she went out, “I’ll make you food when you get home. Now enough.”

YN let’s out a kittenish whine, pretty unbothered by his attitude but then the line goes dead when she sees his car pull up to the curb.

Before he can get out to open her door, she’s doing it herself and slipping into the passenger - leaning across the console to lay a wet kiss on his lips.

“Missed you s’much,” She hums, patting his cheek a bit harshly before Harry’s reaching over to buckle her in securely before pulling off the curb.

“I missed you too, mutt,” Harry as his nostrils flare, she doesn’t smell much like him at this point - it’s a mixture of smoke, others, and alcohol, nothing makes him more infuriated.

“Thought ‘bout you all night. S’why I wanted to come home and was thinkin’ about your knot,” YN hums, wriggling in her seat as she speaks about it, her thighs spreading.

Harry’s fingers are nearly white on the wheel as he presses the gas a bit harder, he’s trying to control himself because he wants to just bite her.

“Everyone’s jealous ‘cause my mate is the alpha leader and they know you must knot me good,” She adds as she kicks off her heels, “I didn’t say anything but thought about last night when you had me sit in your lap and -“

He was going to crash this car if she kept talking, he was bursting with a strong mixture of possessiveness, horniness, and adoration, his body was created to protect her and the thought of her vulnerable like this out in public was maddening to him.

“Quiet,” Harry finally hisses, a growl erupting from his chest as he snarls, “I just need you to sit there and hush now. I need to get you home, bathe you, and feed you.”

YN shuts up immediately- if she wasn’t drunk she would have told him to fuck off and continued to talk but in her drunken haze, she does as she’s told.

When they pull in, YN is quiet as Harry leads her to their wing of the estate, feet dragging and she begins to sniffle.

Harry turns on his heel, teeth bared and his thumbs come to brush the tears off her cheeks, “What is this? Why are you crying, puppy?”

“Y-you’re ma-mad at me,” YN mumbles as she looks down at her feet, “M’not a good omega ‘cause you aren’t happy with me.”

Harry sighs deeply, body checking her until her back is against the nearest wall, “You’re the most perfect omega. I’m not mad at you. I just need to get you clean and fed.”

He finishes it off by dipping down to nip at her jaw with his sharp teeth, sucking a spot at the hinge before continuing their walk.

YN doesn’t stay subdued for long, continuing to babble about all the events of the night as they make their way to their bedroom - from who her friend’s tried to hit on to what music was played.

Harry guides her into their bathroom, turning on the tub and adding lavender bubbles - as he waits for it to fill, he turns his mate around and begins to unzip her dress, teeth grazing at the nape of her neck.

His instinct was loud and forceful in his head, take care of her - these nights were very stressful on his psyche but it was worth it if she had fun.

YN twirls around as the dress pools on the ground, she puts her hands on his shoulders for support as he takes a minute to just admire how beautiful she is.

His fingers tuck into the elastic band of her underwear and shimmy them down her thick thighs - his nose flaring when he scents her arousal, it’s near tangible.

Her hands come to the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it up but he gives her a warning grunt and moves her hands away, “No, pup.”

“Why?” YN huffs in annoyance as she gives him a bleary glare, “Please, want you in the tub with me, Alpha. Want a cuddle.”

“I’ll cuddle you when we get to bed,” Harry responds firmly, it was taking all of his willpower to just get her in the tub whilst she’s wet and trying to climb him, “Get your tipsy arse in the tub.”

YN grumbles a bit, clinging onto him, and nuzzling into his neck - lips dancing against his mating scar and hands teasing under his shirt.

It was such a funny sight.

This massive, tense alpha who radiates intimidation and dominance having his giggly, clingy omega hanging onto him as he tries to guide her into the bathtub.

No one would believe their eyes if they saw it - to the public, Harry is the leader of the biggest, most prestigious pack.

He’s unkind, fiercely protective, and unwilling to budge when it comes to his pack and anyone else - he expects everyone to submit to him and he’ll raise hell to remind people he’s in charge.

Other omegas didn’t want him because he was a gentleman or sweet like some of the other alphas, they wanted him because he embodied power, confidence, and attractiveness.

They didn’t get to witness this side of the alpha who melted for his mate, who lets the omega tease and prod at him until he bit her quiet and kiss the mark softly when she whimpered.

Harry slowly walks her backwards as she stays molded to his strong chest, inhaling his scent that was only for her, and made her mouth water.

With a little untangling, Harry helps her into the massive tub until she’s submerged into the bubbles with a happy sigh.

He grabs a washcloth, packet of makeup wipes, and towel from the linen closet before kneeling beside the marble basin, he does take his shirt off to avoid getting it wet.

As he wipes her face clean from the makeup, YN stares at him with moon eyes and leans forward to kiss him - he tries desperately not to be endeared by her.

“Just one more,” YN barters as she leans towards him, sloshing the water, “Kiss me, I need more kisses.”

Harry growls at her in warning, that she’s pushing his buttons but leans forward anyways, cupping her jaw and connecting their lips.

He swears she’s trying to torture him when she moans quietly, her nipples visibly hardening as she tries to lick at his mouth.

“You’re being greedy,” Harry rumbles roughly, biting her lip as a sign to cut it out.

Harry has to be the one to separate them, gathering her washcloth and getting it soapy as she lays back once again.

His works diligently, scrubbing all the disgusting scents of bar and people of her soft skin, under her arms, her back, and her belly.

She’s getting tired, blinking heavily as he scrubs her and the sexual tension starts to dissipate finally which makes Harry want to cry in relief.

He would never do anything with her while she had been drinking but it doesn’t mean it’s easy to turn her down when she’s all over him and begging.

Harry cleans her until she doesn’t have any lingering smells except for her body wash and him on her, washing her with devotion even as she giggles when he rubs the cloth along the soles of her feet.

He has loved this girl since he was a pup, he’d always known this is how they would end up, he knew he was irrevocably in love and bonded to their feisty, barely submissive omega.

After she’s wrapped snugly in a towel, she tries to coerce Harry to let her go down to the kitchen as is but he would never let his pack have the chance to see any bit of her.

“Just lemme stay in this towel, s’fluffy,” YN argues when Harry turns his back to grab pajamas and underwear from their closet.

“No.”

YN instead wriggles onto the end and scootches up so when Harry goes for her, she’s out of his reach, and the towels starting to fall from under her arms.

“C’mere.”

“Make me,” YN bubbles out in laughter, having much more fun that her make but she yelps loudly when his massive hand wraps around her ankle and drags her down the bed.

“Made you,” He responds gruffly as he unwraps the towel and begins to tug the shirt over her head and then moving to adjust her legs so he can slip on her bottoms.

“M’not even that tipsy anymore,” YN lies, the slur in her words giving it away, “Just make me come, please.”

She was the bossiest, most backwards omega and to none other than the highest ranking alpha - demanding he make her come.

“You need to relax and just let me do my job,” Harry snaps a bit, the alpha authority in his tone finally coming out as he snugs the pajama pants on her hips, “You can come as many times as you want when your sober tomorrow. Now just behave f’me. Understood?”

The tone makes YN finally settle a bit, especially when Harry admits a few chuffs out to calm her down and then he’s helping her off the bed and out of their room once again.

In the kitchen, Harry sets to work making her blueberry pancakes - her favorite meal, she could eat them everyday.

YN sits patiently at the island, watching his back muscles flex with every movement, eyes tracing his scars and raised skin from years of fighting.

After he slides the plate in front of her, with more pancakes piled on than a grown man could eat, YN says, “I want one more thing.”

Harry looks like he’s about to say ‘no’ because he’s ready for bed and his patience is wearing a bit thin but YN adds, “Want you to hold me.”

“Of course,” He obliges softly, he goes to their kitchen table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down - YN trails after him with her plate before plopping on his lap, snuggling back into him, and eating her midnight snack, “I am so in love with you, mutt.”

“Love you more,” YN murmurs back as she feels him scent around her neck, trying to cover her in him so no one has a doubt who she belongs to.

He nips a bit harshly at her mating bond, making her squeak but then soothes it with his tongue as she finishes her meal.

“Bed,” YN hums, moving in his arms to kiss him, she tastes like syrup and like him - she was so fucking loved.

When they’re finally settled for the night, YN is splayed across his bare chest and he’s stripped to his briefs.

YN wiggles around a bit until she’s kicked off her pajama shorts, muttering about it being too hot even though it wasn’t and then moving Harry’s hand to massage her bum - but it wasn’t sexual, it was killing her to sleep as he moved upwards on her back.

YN was quite possibly the most spoiled creature to roam this earth and it was entirely Harry’s fault because he was so gone for his bond.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

-

YN sleeps in, the sun rises, and Harry has to start his day - training the younger members of their pack with the elders.

The wolves were nervous around him, eyes directed towards the ground when he walked near them, heads bowed in respect when he spoke.

His wolf was the biggest, by height and weight, his fur was beautiful - chestnut, shiny, long, always well maintained.

His eyes were still green but a bit darker, his growl was hellish and deep, canines sharp and easy to tear into enemies.

He had already snapped at two of the younger wolves who were joking around during the training and not paying attention.

Harry had lunged at the first one, tackling them with a scared yelp , and held his teeth bared at his neck for a long moment to assert who’s in charge.

The second one, Harry had bit his hind leg hard enough to make him limp for the rest of the day, and without regret as Niall, Mitch, Zayn, and Louis stayed serious.

Harry has been this way since they were young and brought into the pack, they’d all been nipped and threatened countless amounts of time to keep them in line.

It was nearly noon before YN padded out to the field in one of Harry’s shirt and cotton shorts, barefoot, and she had a pillow mark on her cheek.

The newer wolves didn’t know their dynamic and so they were absolutely horrified when their alpha’s hair stands up on his back, teeth bared, and snarling at the girl.

They stood in horror, not knowing whether they should interfere as the gigantic wolf stalks towards the human.

Harry’s growls are echoing through the forest, shaking the trees and making the woodland creatures scatter in fear.

His tail is swishing aggressively as he approaches, one of the wolves decides he has to do something and begins to step out of line.

However, Niall steps in, cornering him back, and sending a clear message to not get in to what was going on.

Then Harry’s lowering his head (something an alpha would usually never do to an omega) and steps forward to nudge at her belly.

“Stop being grumpy,” YN murmurs fondly as her hands intertwine in his fur and scratch at his ears as he scents her.

The growls turn into a soft rumble, more like a hum, and he pushes her with his snout playfully a few times until she giggles.

“Come home,” She adds quietly, even though all the wolves hear her, they just act like they don’t.

Harry chuffs almost in agreement before she’s waving to the others and walking back toward the estate.

He snarls at them all, almost in warning to disregard his interaction with his mate before he’s trotting after his omega, nipping at her heels, and leaving the others to continue the training.

-

When Harry’s out of the shower, YN has already settled back into bed as she waits patiently for him to be done.

“Tired, pup?” Harry rasps as he tosses the towel on their basket.

“No,” YN replies with a small smile, he could be so oblivious sometimes.

“Then why are you in bed?” He asks, definetly clueless because he’s tugging on a pair of clean underwear.

“Because yesterday you promised I could come as many times as I want today,” She tries to stay casual but she was dripping and she knew Harry could smell it when he clenches his teeth.

“Think you deserve to come after what a bratty little mutt you were yesterday?” He questions as he crawls up the bed, on top of her, and fuck, he smelled so good.

He smelled like hers.

“You always give it to me, no matter if I’m a brat,” YN breathes out as his hands come under her shirt and find her nipples, thumbing at them before pinching them.

“I’ve been bloody in love with you since I was a pup,” Harry growls lowly as he knees between her thighs and leans down to bite at her nipples over the cotton of her shirt, “Will never say no to you. Never have. Always give you everything you want.”

“You’re the best alpha I could ask for,” YN tells him seriously, his eyes moving up until their gazes locked, and his eyes twinkle a bit.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m so gone for you,” Harry hisses aggressively as he moves quickly - before she can blink, she’s completely bare and his face is between her thighs, licking into her with vigor.

“Ha-, oh,” YN moans out in surprise as his hands come to grip her thighs open as the twitch and try to close around his head.

His tongue moves from licking into her center to dragging up to her bud where he takes it in between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it - the best mixture of pain and pleasure.

Her hands reach down to tug at his hair as her hips move on the bed, bucking into his mouth before trying to escape in a pattern.

He stops teasing and suctions his lips around her clit, suckling it harshly and getting lost in how heavenly she tastes, he lets a low growl out that sends vibrations and that’s what has her coming.

“M’gonna come, baby,” YN mewls loudly as he continues his pace, legs quivering as her first orgasm rocks through her core.

“S’too much,” YN whines when he continues to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive, swollen clit with purpose still.

“You said as many times as you want. You only want to come once?” Harry rasps before his mouth is exploring her cunt again with tender kisses and licks.

“Want more,” She pants, trying to catch her breath but it’s near impossible when he doesn’t take a moment for air and stayed glued to her.

It’s after four, four, mind-numbing orgasms from his mouth and fingers along that she finally begs for his knot.

Her face is wet with tears, nose sniffly, and she hiccups softly from the overstimulation when Harry finally detaches his mouth from her center.

“Oh, look at you,” Harry croons happily, his alpha tone in full effect as he chuffs at her, his thumbs coming to rub the tears away before licking at her jaw and lips, “You are mine.”

“Yours,” She echos submissively, arching her neck up in offering for him which makes his wolf absolutely beam in pride.

He sinks his teeth into her as he thrusts inside, it won’t take either of them long after all the foreplay and especially when he’s marking her up like this.

“I l-love you,” YN mewls against his mouth, her hands coming to his strong biceps to hold on as he focuses on fucking into her.

“You are mine,” He repeats firmly, “Always Gonna take care of you. I’ve loved you forever. I will continue to love you. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” YN agrees as she feels the base of his cock start to expand as he nudges it inside and locks them together.

“I’ll always pick you up from bars, clean you, feed you, fuck you. My precious girl,” Harry moans at as he stills, collapsing a bit on top of her before rolling them on their sides.

“And I promise to always be bratty,” YN jokes(not really) as she swipes his hair off his sweaty forehead and neck.

“Deal,” Harry murmurs in reply, kissing her lips once again.

[sungieskies]

[See me In color Pt 3]

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See me in color part 3

“Yeah?” Minho asked, turning back toward the other one last time. His heart felt like it was shattering as he saw tears streaming down Jisung’s face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” Jisung sobbed out and shook as he looked at Minho. Minho shook his head, “Sung, don’t worry about it okay? You weren’t in the right state, I knew that. I’m not mad.”

Jisung began to shakes his head again, “no I’m terrible...I can’t believe I did that to you!” He cried out and Minho sighed softly, he was torn. He wanted to go comfort the other, but he also really wanted to leave the room and try and push the night out of his head. He went against his better judgement and left the room, the other’s sobbing getting louder as the thought of Minho hating him was the only thing on his mind when he heard the door close.

The sound of Jisung crying made Minho’s chest tighten, but he couldn’t go comfort him. He didn’t want anything else to happen tonight, he wanted to go to bed and never wake back up if he was being honest.

So that’s what he did, he went to his room and fell onto his bed. He sighed heavily and looked over to his phone that was laying on the pillow, seeing the notification light blink blue. He had a missed call and for the first time he could see it blink a color other than dark or light grey.

He grabbed his phone and opened the notification, the missed call was from Jisung. It was time stamped at 6pm, an hour after he had dropped him off. Hesitantly he clicked on the notification and let the voice mail play.

“Minho, hey if you get this please...please come get me. Inseong tried giving me some drink and it was supposed to be clear. I saw him pour it...but he handed it to me and it was like a baby pink. I’m scared Minho...ple- S-Seongie! Hi!”

The voice mail cut off and Minho felt terrible. Most of night could have been avoided had Minho just answered his phone. He had felt it go off but no one ever called him so he ignored it. He felt so stupid and like such an asshole.

He threw his phone down and gripped at his hair, trying to avoid yelling in anger. Little did he know, Jisung was standing in his door way. He was still crying and was trying to stay quiet but he hiccuped and Minho’s head shot up. “Jisung why are you up? You need rest. Like more rest than ever” Minho said as he wiped his face off and picked his now shattered phone up.

“I-I heard you throw something. I wanted to” he hiccups and wipes his cheeks as he continues “wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Minho sighed, he knew with how Jisung was right now he wasn’t going to be able to be left alone and let the night fade away. “I’m good Jisung... you aren’t. Come here.” He spoke and opened his arms to the younger.

Jisung walked over and instantly crawled into Minho’s arms, sliding his legs around either side of the male and hiding his face in his chest.

Minho rubbed Jisung’s back and slowly moved to lay down with the other on his chest. “I’m sorry Sung. I should have answered my phone...” he spoke and began to plays with Jisung’s hair as one of their phones began to go off. It was Jisung’s as it was vibrating between them.

Jisung pulled his phone out and looked at it, “Seongie...” he murmured and pressed the answer call button before Minho could stop him. “Seongie why are you calling..? It’s 3 A.M...”

“Because I wanted to check on my prince. You left me alone all night, I’m so upset with you just leaving after we had started our fun. You’re such a little shit but I think you can make it up to me right baby?” Inseong spoke in a demanding and deep tone, loud enough that Minho could head him even without the phone being on speaker.

Minho couldn’t believe how Inseong spoke to Jisung, he treated him like such shit but he looked at Jisung and saw the glint of happiness come to his eyes.

“O-of course I can Seongie! I’ll mee-“ Jisung was cut off by Minho taking his phone and hanging up. Jisung began to panic “M-Minho!” He began to reach out for his phone and started to whimper “please! Please give it back!! Inseong will kill me!” He cried out and began to get more grabby.

“Han Jisung. Don’t let him treat you like shit. You are going to be fine, you are going to sleep in here. The front door is locked and we have all of our classes together. You need a break from him, he’s going to get you killed or hurt. He fucking drugged you, who knows what he did to you while you were drugged up.”

Jisung looked at Minho and turned his face away, hiding back against his chest. “I guess you’re right...but he loves me Minho. He has to. He cares for me and tries to make me so hap-“ again he was cut off.

“Just shut up Jisung. You really have let him blind you to how mean he really is to you.” Minho said coldly and then pulled his comforter over their bodies. Jisung just nodded and looked at Minho and for the first time, the colors around him seemed to become warmer. He had seen color for a while, but they had always been cool or light toned. He continued to look at the older, making note of how pretty colors looked when they are warm.

Minho noticed the other staring at him and looked down at him. “Go to bed Sungie, it’s too late to be staying up any later.” He said before turning his lamp off and closing his eyes. Jisung looks away and cuddles up close to the older, being clingy from his panic attack earlier. Soon enough they both fall asleep, cuddling and as soon as Jisung tried to move away or started whimpering in his sleep Minho would pull him closer and keep him calm.

Jisung yawned as he woke up, rubbing his puffy eyes with one hand and using the other to keep his upper body up right as he used Minho’s chest as a flat surface. Minho groans feeling Jisung push against his chest, “morning to you too...” he said softly and tried to sit up, making Jisung fall and squeal out.

Minho caught his arm before he could hit the floor and chuckled softly, “didn’t realize I was gonna throw you off like that Jisung..” he said and pulled him back up to his body.

Jisung blushes and moves to sit on the other side of Minho’s bed. Minho smiled softly and got up before walking to his bedroom door, grabbing his towel off one of the coat hooks and then look at Jisung.

“You gonna stay in here?” He asked softly and got a nod from Jisung “okay, the tv remote is under my pillow and just get comfy okay? I’m gonna shower and you should too after I get done.”

Jisung nods before they both look up, hearing a hard and heavy knock on the front door. Minho cocked a brow as he began to walk to the door, Jisung getting up and following him.

Minho opened the door after about the 5th knock and his face grew sour, instantly closing the door to a crack so the other couldn’t see Jisung who was in the kitchen area.

“What do you want Inseong?” Minho said coldly.

“What’s mine” Inseong growled out and pushed his was into the apartment.

Minho stumbled a bit and once he regained his balance he went over to Jisung and used his own body to his the smaller one behind him.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops. He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Sure he does. He always wants to see me. Plus he owes me.” Inseong spat out as Minho and went to grab Jisung. Minho blocked him pushed him back and to the floor “Get. Out.” Minho spoke and slammed his foot onto Inseong’s chest before growling.

Inseong coughs and gets up, staggering before going to the door. “I’ll get Jisung back fucker. Don’t think just because he’s oh so sweet to you doesn’t mean he isn’t thinking about choking on my cock or when he looks at you and sees me. You’re a place holder” he spoke and slammed the door.

Jisung cringed at the door getting slammed and then looked at Minho and started to shake again. Inseong’s words were far from the truth but they still got to him, Minho could see that.

Minho sighed and threw his towel at Jisung. “Go shower and then get dressed. I’m gonna take you to go get some food for the night and anything that will keep your mind off that asshole.”

Jisung catches the towel and nods before scurrying off to the bathroom, not really wanting to shower but he was still disgusting from Inseong. He could feel his crunchy hair and sticky bits of his stomach that grossed him out to no end.

Minho ruffles his own hair and let a breath out he didn’t know he was holding. “That man is violent. I don’t know how Jisung puts up with him..” he spoke and as soon as he heard the water start he walked to his room once again.

[iluvmyogblog]

Roommates, Routines and Best Friends

A/N: can u guys believe how emotional AIW is..... anyways. i hope u guys enjoy this. i feel like about two more parts until the end ;( oh and remember my crush that liked me back??? yea well he ghosted me lol if theres typos, so sorry. if i forgot to tag u, L M K <3 god, seb is a dream

Summary: (AU) being roommates with the infamous womanizer Bucky Barnes is tough, especially when all he does is bring home different girls every night and complain about you and your choice of men. masterlist.

Words: 3802

Warnings: im so sad but im laughin

Roommates, Routines and Best Friends: Just Call

“I’m just saying, (y/n). Maybe you should talk to Steve again. It’s been two weeks. Maybe the two of you just needed space. It’s not like Steve didn’t care for you. He obviously did. He kept that information from you because he loves you, (y/n),” your best gal pal explained. You sigh softly and swirl the strawberry wine in your glass.

“He hurt me, M,” you say softly. She nods, extending her legs over your lap.

“I know he did. But you hurt him too. You realize that, right?” She did have a point. You did hurt him. It doesn’t seem as excessive to you but maybe it hurt him just as much.

“Maria, you’re right but i don’t think I can talk to him right now. He just.. i don’t know. If I talk to him, I know I’ll just go back and pretend none of this happened.”

Maria sighs and gets off the sofa. You follow her into the kitchen and hand her your glass for a refill. She shrugs and pops open a new bottle of wine. “Well will you please talk to one of them?”

It was your turn to shrug. You didn’t know what to tell either of them. You were sad about Steve. Mad, even. But you didn’t know how you felt about the Bucky situation. It felt like you were just a big burden in both of their lives. And maybe they’d do better without you. Yeah, you missed them but that didn’t mean all was forgiven. So you did what you always do; avoid the conversation.

Who would you even talk to first? If you spoke to Steve first, were you kind of betraying Bucky in a way? You didn’t even apologize to Bucky for being a bitch to him before. Blaming him for everything. Everything that was caused by Steve. You sighed and pushed those thoughts away.

On the other side of town, Bucky was feeling down. He was always feeling down now. It was normal for him. All of his usual morning routines dissipated. He woke up whenever he wanted. He went out with whoever paid him attention. He hated it. Absolutely hated it. Everyone was temporary in his life. The only constant he did have was you and Steve. He missed his friends beyond words. But were they even friends anymore?

“I don’t know man, it’s just crazy. How this all happened. I say just call them and be like, ‘look, guys. Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be frie-“

“Scott, seriously,” Bucky interrupts his good friend. Scott snorts and throws his arms up, obviously confused as to why his beautiful singing was cut off.

“I’m just saying, dude. Calm down, pal.” Scott begins to kick out his feet on the coffee table and cross his arms behind his head. “Call up this girl, and text your friend an apology.”

Bucky laughs and claps. “Good one, Lang. You crack me up.” Scott rolls his eyes and throws a pillow at the tall brunette. Bucky quickly catches it and tosses it back onto the sofa. Scott quickly gets up and grabs the home phone. It was your genius idea to get a land line.

“Buck, please? Please please please,” you pleaded as you got down on your knees.

“No. Absolutely not. You come in here, start redecorating my living room. Start recording Grey’s Anatomy on my tv. And you want a phone with an answering machine ‘cause you never had one? I’m sorry, who do you think you are?”

You groan and roll your eyes. “You’re the worst roommate ever. I don’t even know why I try to be friends with you.”

Bucky sighs and watches you place your hands on the sofa cushions, pulling yourself back up to your feet. Your hair was in a side braid and your nails were painted this deep red he kind of liked. You huff out a breath and walk into the kitchen, far away from the man sitting on the sofa. He continues to watch you tip toe, trying to reach for the bag of chips he bought. He groans softly and walks over to you, swiftly taking the bag down from the top shelf. “Okay.”

You snatch the bag out of his hand and knit your eyebrows together, looking up at him. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, we’ll get you your stupid answering machine.”

Your eyes twinkle. “Really? Are you just screwing with me, Barnes?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “I’m being genuine here, (y/l/n).”

You throw the bag of chips onto the counter and leap into your roommates arms. “You’re the best.”

You caught him off guard. After all, this was y’all’s first “hug”. You had only moved in three weeks ago. It took him a few minutes to hug you back, but he did. And when he did, he really hugged you. His strong arms wrapped around your body perfectly. And you couldn’t think of anyone who gave better hugs. After you guys went to buy the phone, you set up the machine and persuaded Bucky to say a line with you.

“Hello, you’ve reached the household of-,”

“,-shouldn’t it be apartment?”

“Shut up,” you whispered back, “the household of (y/n) and-“

Bucky watches the red light blink, completely forgetting he had to be saying something. You nudge his shoulder. “Hi, I’m Bucky.”

You groan and put your hands over your face. “James,” you sighed. He looks at you confused as hell. “We gotta do it again.”

It was his turn to groan. “This is exactly why I didn’t wanna get-,” he says, his voice fading away as he walks into his room. You quickly catch up to him and drag him back into the living room. After two more hours, you finally had a ...decent message.

“Hey, you’ve reached (y/n) and the most handsome guy- ow, and Bucky. Sorry, we must be sleeping or something. Call- okay bye,” his voice made yours seem extremely chipper and annoying, his voice was so monotone.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked as he watched Scott press random numbers on the phone.

“Honestly, Buckaroo, I have no clue,” he says as he scrolls through contacts. “You guys have a home phone but don’t have your own numbers saved? What kind of- y’all are weird. Why even have a ph-“

“I get it.”

“I’m just saying,” Scott mumbles.

“She’s... she’s under doll. You’re looking for her contact right?”

Scott’s mouth shapes into an ‘o’ form as he slowly leans back into the cushions, looking up at his friend. “I was... just gonna order some Chinese food.. but.. like, if you want me to call her- I will.” Bucky’s cheeks turn a hot red. He huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes, walking into the kitchen.

“Do you want me to call her,” Scott yells.

“No,” Bucky says immediately. Scott sighs and mumbles a ‘yeah, you do’ as he clicks on your contact name. Scott holds in a laugh.

“He seriously put your number as doll. Who calls anyone doll anymore?”

“Lang, what are you saying over there,” Bucky asks from the kitchen.

“Huh? Oh, just asking if you want some oranges.”

“Oranges? Do I want or do I have?”

“What? Oh, nothing. Never mind,” he laughs nervously. He clicks on Doll and hears the beeping noise, then comes the ring. Bucky went back to rummaging through the cabinets for snacks.

“Hello,” Scott hears a sweet voice through the phone.

“Wow. That’s a nice voice,” he says quietly.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Who’s this?”

“Oh, oh right. This is Scott. I’m B- I’ll take orange chicken and some ramen. Hey, you want anything?,” he quickly says as Bucky walks into the living room. Bucky grabs the phone from Scott’s hands and brings it up to his ear.

“I’ll take three egg rolls. Do you guys have those.. um those little crunchy things with cheese in the middle?”

“Umm.. Cream Cheese Rangoon’s,” the voice on the other line asks.

“Yeah! Yeah those. I’ll take three orders of those and go ahead and add some sweet and sour sau-“

“That sounds really good but I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong number.” Bucky knits his eyebrows together and looks back at Scott. A nervous Scott who’s eyes are scanning the room.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“This is (y/n)... and last time I checked, I work at a coffee shop. Not a Chinese restaurant,” you giggle. “But hey, order me some egg rolls too.”

“It’s.. oh.. um yeah. Okay,” Bucky quickly says and hangs up. He sends death glares at Scott.

“Hey, man look. Hear me out. Didn’t it feel nice to hear her voice? She has a really pretty voice. Like I’ve honestly never heard a more prettier voic- woah woah, sit down, Buck,” Scott says as he leaps over the back of the sofa.

“What the hell, man? You called her? I told you not to,” Bucky growls. Scott holds up his hands and let’s out a quick laugh.

“I’m sorry. But did you or did you not like hearing her voice?” Bucky’s face relaxes, his shoulders fall back.

“Not the point,” he mumbled.

“Dude... call her back, man. You won’t regret it. I promise,” Scott says softly. Bucky nods and turns his attention back to the phone thrown on the sofa. He hesitates to pick it up, resulting in his friend jogging over and handing it to him personally. “It’s dialing.”

“Shit. Okay. Alright,” Bucky says nervously as he brings the phone back up to his ear.

“Hello,” you say questionably, a hint of joy in your voice. Bucky’s chest swelled up at the sound and familiarity of your voice.

“Hey,” he says softly. On the other side of the line, you knit your eyebrows and pull the phone away from your ear, placing it on speaker so Maria can hear.

“Hi.” Maria stifles laughter and leans in closer.

“Hi, I’m- I’m sorry about before. My friend told me it was a Chinese restaurant and so I started rambling.”

You laugh, your heart speeding up at the sound of this guys voice. “No problem. Although, you kind of made my friend and me a little hungry. I think you owe us some Chinese food now.”

He laughs, your heart leaps. This laugh. It was so familiar. Like you knew it. You stop laughing and stare at the unsaved phone number. You glance at Maria who looks back at you with a confused look in her eyes. “(Y/n)...”

“James,” you say softly. Maria’s eyes go wide.

“Hey,” he says with the same softness.

“Why are you calling me,” you ask.

“Why are you still talking to me?”

“I can hang up if you wan-“

“(Y/n), please don’t. I just, how are you? How’s Steve?”

You don’t say anything. You just stare at Maria. ‘Talk’ she mouths. You shake your head. She nods, encouraging you to speak. “Um...I- we.. I gotta go.” You quickly hang up and throw your phone at the sofa in front of you. You hold Maria’s glare and shake your head.

Scott stares at Bucky with a smile. “What’s she saying?”

Bucky doesn’t turn around. He lets the phone fall onto the sofa. He shrugs and walks towards the front door. “She hung up. Bye, Scott.”

“Wha- woah man. You don’t gotta kick me out. If you’re sad, we can talk it out.”

“I’m not sad, Lang. I’m tired. Come back later. Or don’t. But if you do, bring some damn Chinese food,” he shoves Scott out the front door and slams it shut, leaving a dumbfounded Scott questioning what he did wrong.

That night, you and Bucky laid awake in bed. Tossing and turning. Not seeming to find a comfortable position. Your mind begins to drift.

It was raining. And for some strange reason, the rain didn’t seem to make you drowsy. It just made you restless. And that stupid exam you had to take at 9 am was teasing you. You groaned and threw a pillow off your bed. You violently stuff your face into a pillow and scream.

You didn’t hear the knock on your door. You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching your bed. But you did feel the hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around and kick the person away from you, screaming. “Woah, hey. Doll, it’s me. Relax,” the shadow said. You didn’t listen.

“James,” you screamed as you stumbled over to your bedroom door, hoping your roommate would come to your rescue.

“(Y/n), shut up,” the shadow says. You flick the light on and your eyes land on your annoying roommate. You groans and pick up that pillow you threw, throwing it right back at him. He chuckles and catches it, easily. “It’s just me.”

“What the hell, James? You’re so annoying. What are you doing? Get out,” you say as you climb back into your bed.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, throwing himself on your bed. You roll your eyes and turn your face away from him.

You pull the sheets over your head and shrug. “Me either,” you mumble into your pillow. Buck sighs and looks at you. Your hair was a mess. But that pretty mess Bucky soon grows to like. “Turn off the light,” he hears you say.

Bucky gets up and walks over to your light switch, flicking it off. You feel the spot next to you sink in and a cool breeze of air runs down your back as Bucky pulls the blankets over him. You turn around and scoot closer to him, embracing his warmth. This became normal for you two. Whenever you or Bucky couldn’t sleep, you’d go over to his room or vice versa. It benefited you both.

You could almost feel his arms around your waist and the smell of his hair. It consumed you. He could almost hear your soft snores and feel your soft breath hit his chest. You’d kill to go back to those days. Before you met Steve. Before you fell so hard for Steve. But if Steve was Bucky’s best friend, maybe it was fate that you met Steve. Regardless, you’d meet him either way, right?

There was a knock on your door. “Hey, (y/n). There’s someone at the door for you,” Maria says in a raspy voice.

“What? Who,” you ask as you throw the blanket off of your body, swinging your legs off the bed. Your feet land in your fluffy slippers and you hug your body. It was always so cold in Maria’s house.

She mumbles something but then walks away and disappears into her room. ‘Who the hell could be here for me? I’m so sleepy.’

You sigh and grab a throw from on top of the sofa and wrap it around your body. You tip toe and try to peep through the peephole but you’re way too short to even reach. You groan and unlock the door again, opening it.

Your eyes land on a chest. You heart begins to race as your eyes roam up to his face. You inhale a breath and look into his blue eyes. You open your mouth to say something. And he opens his to say something too.

“Um, you first,” you whisper.

“No, you first,” he whispers back.

His heart was racing so fast. It was leaping out of his chest. God, he missed your face. He missed your face so much. And him standing right here in front of you made you realize just how much you’ve missed his too. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. For everything. For all of this.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Your parents. Come home, please,” he grabs your hands. His big hands trapped your tiny ones in them. You did miss this. You really did. You sighed and pulled your hands back to you, bring them up to your chest.

“Steve... it’s not that easy,” you said softly. He sighed and ran his hands down his face. “Look, I-”

Your phone starts ringing. You sigh and let Steve in, closing the door behind him. “You gonna get that?”

“No, i’m talking to you,” you say. This was a conversation that needed to be said. The two of you didn’t bother turning on a light. Ironically, there was lightening outside. So the room was a little bit lit. The soft pitter patter of rain on the window filled the silence.

“I’m a dick. I know. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I did to you. If I could take it back, I would. But there’s a part of me that wouldn’t.”

You look at him in confusion, a little bit of anger. “You wouldn’t?”

“No. I would not. You know why? Because I think meeting you was the best day of my life. I don’t know if I would’ve met you if it wasn’t for Sam. And I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m so glad it didn’t work out with him. I’m fucking selfish. I want you all to myself. And i did anything I could to make sure that happened but I still fucked up. And I am so sorry. I love you. I love yo-”

The house phone began to ring. You sighed and walk over to the phone, quickly pressing the automatic machine. Almost immediately, there was a beep signaling a new message. You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to Steve. He looks at you with those sad eyes of his. “Steve, I don’t know what to sa-”

A knock on the front door interrupts your words. Maria emerges from her room again and opens her front door. “James, hey. What are...”

“I need to talk to (y/n),” he says softly. Maria shakes her head in confusion, her sleeping mask resting on her forehead.

“How did you know she was here,” she asks.

“Maria, come on. Earlier on the phone, I heard you laugh. Then I went to Steve’s and noticed her car wasn’t there. So... can I please talk to her,” he asks again. She sighs and gives him an apologetic look.

“Buck, she’s... Steve’s here.” 

You stopped talking to Steve and glanced down the hallway. You got up and walked over towards the front door, calling out Maria’s name. You see her shut the door, locking it.

“Who was it,” you ask, startling her.

“Jesus, (y/n). It was some person,” she waves off. You heart races. Your body begins to feel jittery. Ignoring your friend, you rush to the front door and unlock it, quickly stepping into the Hall. You look to the right and then left, catching a glimpse of a tall brunette. Your heart does that achy feeling. You rush down the hall and call out the name James. Sighing disappointingly when he turns around, realizing it wasn’t who you thought it was. 

“So if that were James, what would you have done?” A voice says from behind you. You jump up and turn around. Coming face to face with Steve.. again. You shrug. 

“I don’t know, Steve. I don’t know.” He nods and tucks his hands in his pocket. He clenches his jaw and scans your face. He notices the tears at the brim of your eyes. 

“(Y/n)... I thought you were over that.” You scoff and brush past him. Your eyes roam to the end of the hall. You stop in your tracks as you see that pretty face walking towards you. His sad eyes staring into yours. You inhale a shaky breath and slowly walk towards him. You stop, remembering Steve was right behind you. You glance back to Steve who was already sending glares at James. You sigh softly and look back up to James. 

“Hey doll,” he says softly. 

You swallow away your feelings and shake your head. “What are you doing here, James?” 

“I don’t.. I don’t know. I left you a message. I think I said why I was coming... or how I knew.. I don’t know. I just-“ 

“You just can’t seem to stay out of our relationship, can you,” Steve blurts out, walking closer. You feel Steve wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you behind him. Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. 

“Steve, I didn’t come here to argue. I came here to talk to-“ 

“My girlfriend? Yeah. That’s obvious.” 

“I’m not your girlfriend, Steve.” Bucky furrows his eyebrows and looks back up at Steve. Steve looks back down at you, completely forgetting Bucky was right there. 

“(Y/n), can we please just... just talk about this. I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean any of that-“ 

“You still did it, Steve. Look, I’m sorry. But you guys have to leave.” You quickly say as you walk back into Maria’s apartment. You shut the door, lock it and slide yourself down the door. You hear muffled voices, a few steps getting further away. It sounded like one of them stayed behind though. The pair of footsteps outside the door paced back and forth before a small note slipped under your door. It was a colorful sticky note. A light blue one. You sniffle and wait until the steps reside. You grab the sticky note and hold it in your hand, your eyes reading the words. ‘I couldn’t sleep. Funny, it was raining that night too.’

‘That night’ was underlined. Emphasized. The beep on the answering machine kept echoing throughout the living room. “I left you a message,” his voice echoes. You quickly stand up and rush over to the machine. You click the button. “Maria, ignore this if she isn’t there but.. Doll, I miss you. I miss you so damn much. And I can’t stop thinking about you. And there’s no more milk. Can you believe that? I’m a mess without you here. I need- want.. need. I need to talk to you. I went to Steve’s. No one was there. So I’m hoping y’all are at Maria’s. I’ll probably get my ass handed to me,” he chuckles nervously, “but shit, I need to see you. And him too. I miss you guys. And I-“ 

“you have 0 new messages,” the machine says. A stream of hot tears roll down your cheeks. This wasn’t easy. It wasn’t fair. To anyone. Especially the guys. But you still picked up the phone. You still dialed that number. You anticipated what he’d say. Was he mad at you? At himself? Could he forgive you? Would he? Would you forgive him? “Hey,” you say softly through the phone. You hear him let out a breath and inhale one too. “I’m.. I’m sorry,” you say softly. 

“Don’t be,” his raspy voice cooed, “don’t be sorry for anything.”

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OH MY GOSH I REALLY LIKED THIS. Honestly the whole Chinese food part was improvised. It’s 2 am and i am CRAVVVING CHINESE.

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