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midgardianweasley · 3 years ago

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hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

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Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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hyunjilicious · 4 years ago

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I just read what is and what should never be and it was PHENOMENAL! I love everything you write anyway so I was wondering if you could do a small one where Bucky is alone and depressed and he calls yn because he feels lost and she is just there for him? No worries if you can't! I love you anyway 💕

Omg!! You’re too sweet! I really wanted to do this one justice, but I suck at angst... I love you too!! and I’m sorry if this sucks!

Summary: after the events of Endgame, you and Bucky part ways. Even though you haven’t spoken in months, when he needs you, you’re there ANGST 2.2k

Warnings: overall angsty vibes. Sad Bucky. Idk depictions of depression I guess? shitty writing!

“You came” Bucky's surprised tone pulled you out of your thoughts.

Before saying anything else, you shook your head in disbelief. From certain points of view, he looked exactly the same as when you last saw him months ago, but if you looked past his rugged exterior, it was very easy to tell something was truly eating away at his heart.

“Of course I came” you frowned, “You called me”

“Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore” Bucky mumbled.

You looked him up and down, thoroughly confused by his statement, but decided to keep the tone of the conversation from going too dark too fast. “Shut up, Barnes” you scoffed, “Don’t even joke about that.” A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but it was forced, you could easily tell he wasn’t truly being himself. “What’s up?”

Bucky took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to word his thoughts. When his eyes met yours he flinched, the pain clouding his otherwise bright blue eyes. He started with a long sigh and a shake of his head but then, cringed as he finally spoke up. “I need help”

His confession went directly to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Whatever it is, you got it, but what-”

“Nothing happened” Bucky stopped you, “I need help”

“I don’t understand”

“I need someone to-” he sighed, closing his eyes as his head fell forward in what could only be described as shame, “I need someone to talk to” and it was funny, considering he just walked out of his psychiatrist’s office. “Someone that’s not paid to listen to me” he added, “Someone who understands”

It was moments like these that you truly wished Steve was still here. Or Nat. Your best friends, yes, but they were the glue that held you all together, and now in their absence, you were all threatening to fall apart.

But of course you’d be there for Bucky. Whatever he needed you were more than eager to provide, but at the same time, you were fully aware that your capabilities were limited. You didn’t lack the understanding or the experience, but you lacked the words. You had the sympathy, but not the advice he needed. But you were there. Like you have always been and always will be, so, that afternoon you ended up on his living room floor.

Surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol that had no effect on either of you whatsoever, you sat and listened to him rant his heart out until his throat couldn’t take it anymore. And then he broke down - completely. A full on mess, tears staining his cheeks as the temperature dropped in the room with every other pained groan he’d release. But he let it all out and the weight he had been carrying on his shoulder was unimaginable. There were too many things eating away at his heart, but the guilt was what kept him under its spell, what kept him up for the last months, what was physically destroying him.

“Y/n... “ he called for you, face hidden in his hands as he spoke, “I know you’re gonna say no, but-”

“No,” you stopped him, “Then don’t ask me”

“Please”

“No, Bucky” you sighed, grabbing his wrist so you could look him in the eyes, “If you already know it’s a bad idea, please don’t tell me because I’m afraid I’ll actually go through with it right now”

“But i can’t fucking sleep!” he cried out loud, falling back against the couch, arms propped up on his knees, “I keep having the same nightmares over and over again, and I can’t take it anymore”

“You don’t-” you took a deep breath, “You don’t want me to erase your mind, do you?”

The look in his eyes proved that that was exactly what he wanted. And the unshed tears that coated the otherwise pure and radiant blue of his eyes was almost enough to convince you.

“Please-” he begged, “I-”

“No, Buck” you shook your head and shuffled to face him properly, “As time passes, it’s only gonna get worse. The past will eventually catch up to you. You’ll want to know what you did”

He didn’t have it in him to fight you, so silence settled for a while. “You know sedatives don’t work on me?”

“I… never thought about it, but that makes sense”

Bucky gathered his lips into a tight line and nodded his head.

“Lady shrink isn’t of any help?” you asked.

“I have no clue what she’s doing” he shrugged, “Maybe it’s good in the long run, but fuck if I know how she expects me to make any kind of progress right now”

“You are, tho” you reassured him, “Making progress I mean”

“Am I?” Bucky laughed incredulously.

“Yes! You’re almost completely on your own feet. You really pushed through”

“Or maybe I’m just ignoring all of my problems”

“You just told me about them” you chuckled, and threw an arm over his shoulders.

Hesitatingly at first, he eventually leaned in into your hold, allowing himself to completely fall against your chest. “I hate this”

“I think that’s a given” you laughed, curling your fingers around the roots of his way too short hair. “A wise man once said that whenever someone acts like they have their shit together, they’re either lying or delusional”

“Who said that?”

“I don’t know” you confessed, “I saw that on the internet”

For the first time that night, you actually heard him laugh, and it sounded so good - it was short and weak, but it was sweet and honest. “That’s a pathetic attempt at cheering me up, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it” Bucky said as he pushed himself up.

“I wish I could do more” you mumbled, “But I don’t know what, or how, but-”

“Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me, you know that” you smiled.

He didn’t know that. He’d never stop thanking you for even the smallest gestures. The day where Bucky would understand that kindness, in some cases, is a given, was far away, but you had the patience and determination to work for it.

As you talked and talked, and the topic of conversation kept shifting from one area to the other, the sun set, night settling outside his small windows. It was time for you to leave, and you would’ve done it, had he asked you not to at the last second.

You had your shoes on and one hand on the door handle, when he stumbled over his words, obviously too shy to properly hold his ground. “Actually can you- can you-” he mumbled, pointing to his couch, “Can you stay here tonight?”

And of course you did. The night didn’t last much longer after that, with Bucky settling on the floor, only a blanket to keep him company, and you sprawled out on the couch as silence settled.

But your mind was too busy to drift off. You knew his�� was too, but decided to refrain from speaking up, hoping to let him fall asleep, even for a short while.

It was loud inside your head. You always promised yourself you’d never intrude on someone’s thoughts and read through them without their approval, but you physically felt Bucky radiate energy, and your mind just slipped. But then, your heart almost stopped.

You saw yourself. You saw yourself slapping him back in Wakanda when he decided to go under ice again, you saw yourself moving a car out of his way back in Bucharest, when you risked your life for his because you trusted Steve that much, and because you were that good of a friend. You saw yourself at Tony’s funeral, eyes shiny with tears and then felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug yourself - and then realised it wasn’t your urge, it was Bucky’s. At this point, your heart beat so fast you were actually afraid he’d hear it. But when goosebumps appeared all over your skin, you realised he couldn’t hear you, that he was asleep and that the nightmares started materializing.

What convinced you to act on it was the sudden jerk of his body and the way to fully tensed instantly after. So, unable to just sit and watch, you rolled over to the side and allowed your hand to fall by his temple, little specks of light rolling off the tips of your fingers as you forced the thoughts away. Seconds later, you saw him relax and shift around, gathering the blanket he laid on to his chest as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

His relaxed form and the steady pace of his breathing put a smile on your face. But you made the mistake of thinking this was a one time thing, however, before you realised, you found yourself leaning over him again, ushering yet another wave of nightmares away. And it kept being an ongoing process until the sun rose, and you cursed yourself as you did not get one second of shut eye. But it was worth it. The sight of him finally resting, knowing he spent his night in his happy place that you this time did not intrude on, made up for your tiredness.

When Bucky drifted out of his deep sleep, you figured it was safe to relax too. But knowing that if you went to sleep right now you wouldn’t wake up until noon, you stood up, determined to give him the full best friend experience.

But all you found in his kitchen was a box of stale cereal, a soft cucumber and candy wrappers. Had he not looked so adorable sleeping shirtless and curled into a ball on the floor, you would have woken him up yelling. But instead, you decided to order some food, and the simple fact that the sound of the delivery guy ringing the doorbell didn’t wake him up, actually terrified you. With a life like yours, no one sleeps that deeply, but then there he was, snoring away the late hours of the morning.

By the time he finally stirred awake, the food was already cold, and you were bored out of your mind. “What- what time is it?” he mumbled, voice rich with sleep.

“A little bit past 2” you yawned from your spot on the couch.

“2 pm?” Bucky huffed, sitting up in a hurry and rushing to grab his phone. “What the-” he turned to you confused, “It’s 2pm…”

“Yeah” you sighed, “And the food is cold”

“Food?” Bucky gawked, looking over at the small table by the window, “You got food?”

“You didn’t have any” you defended yourself. You wanted to scold him for not taking better care of himself, but he looked so homey and cozy and vulnerable, that you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Eventually, you stood up and walked over to him. “I’ll let you eat, Buck, but I gotta go” you sighed, giving him a hug, “Got some stuff to do” you lied, by stuff meaning sleep, since you were exhausted.

“Yeah, of course” he mumbled in agreement, wrapping his arms around your frame, and bringing you closer. He sank his head into the crook of your neck, holding you to his chest for a moment longer than you would have considered friendly. But you didn’t complain, his hold was stern and loving, and you really needed that right now. “Thank you” Bucky added when he finally let you go. His right palm cupped your cheek as he looked down at you, awe and admiration in his eyes.

“Nothing to thank me for, Buck” you smiled, and then pulled away.

He silently watched you get ready to leave, following you around until you reached the door and turned around to say goodbye. And it was weird. Your heart boomed against your ribcage, and you didn’t have to read his thoughts to know he was feeling the same kind of nervous. And it may have been the one too many stories you read but you actually feared something was going to happen. Thankfully, it didn’t. Instead you shared another hug, and parted ways.

However, all you managed to do was reach the staircase before you heard his door open, followed by the sound of his bare feet sprinting down the hallway. “What are you-”

“Can you stay?” he asked, shaking from head to toe, “In New York I mean, can you please stay? Just a few more days”

“Well, I- yeah, I guess I can” you mumbled.

“I just, I need a few more days. You’re screwing my head back on, I just need you now. Steve is gone, and Sam is all the way in Louisiana and I hate phones and I-”

“Wow-” you laughed, “I’m not even the second choice, I’m the third?”

“Shut up, Y/n” Bucky frowned, “Stop being a smartass for a second”

“I’m sorry” you rolled your eyes, but he didn’t care.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky threw his arms around your shoulders and hugged you close, and you weren’t sure if the ‘I love you’ that echoed inside your mind had actually been spoken or just thought, but it was everything you never knew you needed.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years ago

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i have a robbo request if you’re taking them :)) reader enemies to lovers with robbo, they meet bc she’s trent’s best friend and they can’t STAND each other at first but there’s obviously tension between reader and the scot. one day robbo just snaps and makes a move

omg i love this idea so much

resentment

you're pretty sure you hate each other, but neither of you actually realise why until Andy spots you alone at a party

“Had to pick up andy today btw, his car wouldn’t start lol”

Your eyebrows immediately set your face into a firm frown with a glare directly at the screen of your phone that displayed the text from Trent. Suddenly you don’t even feel like going to work that day at all, never mind having to sit in a car with Andy fucking Robertson in order to get there.

“that’s fine :)” You reply.

Trent probably knows it’s sort of far from fine, seeing as he had texted you about it. But you didn’t like to make a scene when he really did love Andy like a brother. Everybody (literally everybody) knows that there’s some kind of tension between you and Andy and yet nobody has been able either figure out why or drag it out of either of you. Nobody actually knows what it is that keeps you and the loud Scotsman at odds, but whatever it is, it's been there since the first time you met and it doesn't appear to be going anywhere any time soon.

When you get into Trent's car, you clamber into the backseat with merely a hello to your best friend in the drivers seat who shoots a somewhat awkward look to Hendo in the passenger side, who takes a minute to wonder if he should get out and go sit in the back so that you and Andy aren't the ones who're going to be sitting together. Trent drives away before he gets the chance to say anything about it.

Andy rushes out the house, appearing to be running moderately late because he's still stuffing things in his kit bag and only has one slider on his foot white the other is tucked under his chin.

You scoff to yourself, turning your head to look out your window onto the road side while Andy hurries down his drive. A sigh parts his lips right before he opens the door to get into the car, knowing it's going to be a twenty minute drive of probably incredibly awkward silence, a fight of some kind, or Jordan and Trent talking about something that only they were interested in so that they can fill the silence for the entire ride.

He chucks his kit bag down into the middle seat where your bag also sits and you now stifle your own sigh at the jostling you get with the force of him clumsily climbing in. To occupy your mind, you find the fingers of your right hand pushing down on the knuckles of your left to hear the round of cracks that emit from your hand before you repeat the action on the other hand. From that very moment you can feel the glare that Andy inflicts upon you.

Jordan catches sight of it in the rear view mirror, immediately sending a warning look back to the defender. "What?" Andy exclaims, "She knows I hate that." He declares with a scowl that then makes Jordan run his hand over his face. Everyone had hoped for an easy journey, but it rarely ever was when you and the Liverpool left back were together.

You roll your eyes, picking at your fingers to avoid looking up at him. "Bold of you to assume I remember anything you say to me." You retort, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Andy laughs falsely, looking up at the roof of the car in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Not another word.” Jordan barks, holding up his hand in warning. Neither of you want to disobey when he uses his dad voice in the way that he does. Instead, you opt to glare at each other for most of the journey until you pull up at your work. To which Andy gives a very exaggerated wave and you flip him off before slamming the door. Trent quickly rolls down his window, “See you tonight, yeah?” He calls, a somewhat hopeful look on his face. “Yeah, whatever.” You shout back, rolling your eyes as you walk off.

Trent’s birthday was set to be awfully awkward.

The only other issue with Trent’s birthday evening was that it was also your birthday evening. With birthdays in quick succession, you’d opted to just go for a joint do to celebrate.

You’re wearing a pretty black dress, birthday sash draped across you with a shiny plastic tiara placed on top of your beautifully done hair. Your heels clink across the wooden dance floor of the hall as you walk towards the table with the food laid out across it while you hold your drink in one hand and a paper plate in the other. Scanning along the table, your eyes land on a man at the other end who hasn’t clocked your presence. He’s wear tight black slacks, meeting with a black blazer atop a white shirt with an adorable black bow tie. Andy holds a pint in one hand and paper plate with a party sausage roll in the other.

The look you give him is one that he doesn't catch, a careful side eye to admire the way that he looks in a suit for a black tie event. It's the same kind of look that he's been giving you unsighted all night. Wandering eyes that find your figure in the flattering dress that hugs tight to every one of your attributes.

Aside from the fact that you make his stomach flip, he's noticed many things about you tonight. Given the amount of people, this is the most he's been able to study you without you ever being able to notice that he was doing it.

He was intrigued by the fact that you looked so disappointed on a day that seemed to have turned out pretty well. Everyone seemed to be loving the party and it came across as though you hadn't even noticed Andy was there. Sure, you didn't get on but he wasn't going to make himself known to you and ruin the evening for you on your birthday. He isn't that kind of man.

But you just keep checking your phone and sighing, never immersing yourself in the life of the party the way that you usually would. Your carelessness usually irritated Andy, that and the way you were almost always the life of the party and the centre of everyones attention. He never could figure out why it was that it irritated him quite so much, but today it made him sad to see you so recluse. Drinking on your own as you try to hide away from everyone in the corners of the room while he debates whether or not to come over and ask if you're okay.

He realises that this is the first time he's ever seen you alone at a party. The first time you've never been with your partner or with some other guy.

That sudden realisation leads him into another very quickly as he can finally mark that the feeling he gets when you're dancing on the table is not irritation for the fact that you're loud and boisterous, wild and happy, but is actually jealousy. Not jealousy that you can do it and he wouldn't, but jealousy that when the night draws in and people are starting to disband, it's not him who gets to lift you off the table and throw you over his shoulder to drag you home. He isn't the one who gets to put you to bed, not the one to take off your makeup with the wipes from the bathroom while you ramble drunkly about nothing or the one who gets to tuck you in and crawl into bed beside you with the knowledge that he'll have to hold your hair back at some point in the early hours of the morning.

He can't get over how much he wants to be that man.

That man who he actually hasn't seen here tonight.

And then it hits him; why you're so sad, so disappointed and yet seemingly very unsurprised.

He never showed up.

Andy turns around, feeling like he had someone's eyes on him as he stands at the end of the buffet table. When he does turn around, no one is looking at him, but you're looking down at your phone as you stand in front of the table littered with sparkles and happy birthday confetti. He watches you carefully with sad eyes as you lock your phone and leave your plate perched on the edge of the table, hurrying off the best you could wearing high heels.

For some reason, he follows you.

You end up outside the large venue, the faint hum of music still heard quietly as you expect to hear the door thud closed behind you. That thud never comes, instead the sound of shoes on the concrete of the street behind you fill that empty space.

A wary glance over your shoulder reveals the Scotland player giving you a look that you don't see long enough to even begin to read in his eyes.

"Now's really not the time, Robertson." You huff, trying desperately to keep your voice steady and strong against the urge to break down as you had planned to do in coming out here. "Andy." He corrects, but his tone is not as malicious or filled with protest like it usually would have been. That doesn't matter to you either way, you still hate each other for reasons even both of you don't know and you cannot be bothered fighting with him right now. "Please go away." You retort.

Andy sighs to himself, trying to keep his irritation at bay. There's so much fire between you and if given the chance it could become something so beautiful and so driven. Unfortunately the way it's dealt with now is by fighting with each other instead of fucking each other.

"I was just trying to-"

"Just trying to what, Andrew?" You exclaim, turning around ferociously. He notes that you have never once called him Andy. You've never even called him Robbo like most other people do. It's either Robertson or Andrew and while he hates it, he also simultaneously loves it. "Just trying to what, eh? If you were wanting to come and ruin the night then I'm sorry to tell you that you've been beaten to it. What else would you possibly want?" You snap. Andy can see the tears in your eyes that you are refusing to let fall as of yet. The hurt is clear in your voice and he never wants to hear that sound again.

"What's your problem?" He asks, his words sounding breathless and confused as he shakes his head in a way that makes it clear he's not just asking about right now. He's asking about the whole time you've known him. The loveable scotsman wants to know why you hate him so much, but little does he know the very same question is on your mind regarding him. You've never hated him just like he's never hated you. It's just two very misdirected souls who would actually be perfect together and everybody knows it except for the two of you.

"My problem? What's your problem?!" You yelp, eyes narrowed. "Because from what I can remember, you're the one who followed me out here. And you're the one who has a problem with m-"

Losing control of all his inhibitions, throwing caution to the wind and taking one stride forward is all it takes for Andy to reach you with both of his hands reaching up to cup each of your cheeks. He pulls your face against his, a mess of passionate lips and clashing teeth as he pushes your back up against a brick pillar without a single protest from you until his lips depart from yours.

Andy takes a step back, chest rising and falling quickly as he searches for his breath while looking at your awe-struck face. You look adorable and beautiful all in one go, cheeks flushed, hair a little more messy from his wandering hands and your eyes wide.

"That's my fucking problem!" He yells, accent thick with his passion. "I love you. That's my problem."

You stand silent, eyebrows fired up your forehead as your mouth remains parted in shock. Andy sighs to himself, dropping his head in embarrassment with a firm shake before he turns to walk away. He scuffs his heels, not expecting a word in response when he hears the sound of your heels moving against the concrete.

"No, no, no!" You call out, "You don't get to kiss me like that and then just walk away. You don't get to do that." You protest, tears that he can't see streaming down over the place where his hands had been only moments ago on your cheeks. He can't see those tears, but he can hear them in your voice. "Why?" He challenges carefully, quietly.

"Because I love you too."

That was all it took for him to whip around, closing the gap between you both once again to find your lips for only a moment before he instead opts to rest his forehead against your and swipe those tears from your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. In the proximity, he can see your eyes like never has before. He can see each connection, each different shade that exists in them and suddenly he's found the answer to the question of his favourite colour that he's never really known how to answer before.

"But you have a boyfriend." He tests. There's a very distinct carefulness in his voice and his words make you close your eyes with a soft laugh. "He did me the honour of dumping he half an hour ago. That boat sailed a long time before though, Andrew."

Andrew said in a soft, sweet way from your lips makes his heart go wild.

"We should go back inside." He mumbles, eyes dancing between your eyes and yours lips. You giggle softly, leaning your back against the brick pillar again, forehead against his, arms linked loosely around his neck. "Or we could stay out here and kiss more?" You hum, speaking in a way that ensures your lips brush against his with each word, tongue darting out to wet your lips and flicking gently against his. His knees feel like they may well give way. "But if you want to go inside-"

His thick Scottish accent, deepened by his lust cuts you off before you ever get to finish, "No, no staying here definitely sounds better." and your lips lock with his again, this time in a kiss that neither of you ever want to part from.

#andy robertson #andy roberston imagines #andy robertson x reader #andy robertson imagine #footie fics #football fics #football imagines #footballer imagines #footballer fics

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jovnie · 3 years ago

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The devil's desire | Yoongi

Summary;

You fell in love with a man of many pasts, however he desired more than a relationship. He wanted your soul for eternity.

Words: 13k

Devil yoongi! Demon au! Human reader

Very Dark themes

Warnings: religious concepts, gore, porn without plot, death, big dick yoongi, clubbing, kidnapping, non-con touching, blood, cnc, prey ( y/n ), stalker yoongi, drugged, drugs, chains, cutting, rough sex,

"She's almost ready sir!" a winged creature announced. Nodding in his throne, he took the mirror and looked through it. There you were getting ready to meet a mysterious guy at a club or well hoping to once again. He smirked devilishly knowing you remembered to come back to this particular club.

He previously brought you to this nightclub in Korea, hidden through an alleyway in the darkest part of Busan. There was danger and a constant fear of being robbed, kidnapped. Even if Korea was a safe place, things like kidnapping and murder still happen and even more so at night.

He remembered that you kept a knife and a taser with you, he liked the vulnerability you had going to a place not meant for angels let alone humans at night. He found it charming how oblivious you are to your surroundings as well. He was a man of darkness and hell for sure, but one thing was for sure. He only craved humans who were pure and light energetically. 'Suppose you did know that the Club was own by the devil himself, would that really stop you' he thought.

He watched her put on clothes and noticed how delicate she was in his eyes. No, this wasn't the first time he'd watch her. Not the last either, it seemed like a generational curse in his eyes. He wasn't mad he placed it on the females to feel tempted by his actions, however, each one passed the test. you however failed it the first two times, making it the third time.

Sighing, he put the mirror down and stood up. Stretching, he allowed his black feather wings to elongate and move around before putting them away. Looking at his watch it was a quarter past 11 pm, he'd knew you want to be early and try and catch a good table. However the little worry of what if someone wanted to take you before him, hurt you before him. The thoughts riled him up, making him grab his keys and wait by the portal. Besides the gate doesn't open until 11:59, so his intrusiveness can calm for now.

While waiting, he took out the cute little human hand mirror you'd gifted him a while back. He looked at himself and the scar over his left eye, "maybe this is what attracts them" he chuckled softly.

As time fastened, he waited for the lock in the air to appear. He waited long and hard for that little red lock and once it appeared, he opened all the portals from his underworld to the human world and the other one which lead stright to his club.

Formally known as 666 plaza to hadians, the chosen humans only knew it as void 218. To you it was just another club on the holy day of Sunday. Although you were never brought up with Christianity, you had the basics that everyone knew, loved, and hated.

Waiting by the gates or humanly known as "doors" you pulled out your phone to realize there was no battery or charge. Confused as you could've sworn it was full when you left, you herd the doors open and the mini line began moving. Your eyes wandered the room to find the stairs that led to the upper level where you would meet and see Yoongi. You knew it was stupid to keep doing this, but with yours and his schedule it wasn't at all.

Passing by the few people, you found upstairs and walked up seeing there were already people inside which confused you, but you paid little attention to it. Waiting by the usual black velvet seats and area, you head a familiar voice.

"Is this your regular peach vodka with light ice?" yoongi asked loudly over the now loud music playing. Nodding, you sat up and greeted him before getting your drink. Little did u know about his plans with you or what tonight was gonna be.

Smiling softly, yoongi was gentle eyes admired your beauty as he get down with his own drink. He took a sip of his own drink that was laced with a sleeping drug, one that'd do nothing to him and more to you.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, it's a Sunday and I have nothing planned so I thought I come by" you lied, hoping the white lie would slip. Nodding, yoongi put his hand on your thighs and moved closer to talk to you about life and each other week. You mentioned something about the campus or school you were studying and he lied about his "forensics" job and how hard it was to see how people died. Continuing, he bought the two of you more drinks and when the timing was right offered one of his. Thanking him for the kind jester, you took a sip. He smiled and also took a sip after you, then placed it back down.

"Good isn't it?" he said, reaching over to his phone and at the time. Noticing he did so you hummed and snuck another sip. Then another. Whatever was in had you almost drinking his entire cup down.

"Omg what is this, what's making it so good. I can't put my finger on it" she said as her words slowed down and her eyes blinked slowly. He watched her body start to feel tired, then at the right moment whispered in her ear "apple, cherry, lime, it's a light alchcolic drink and right, drugs."

Soon as her eyes closed and body dropped, he mustered enough strength to pick her up and sling you over his shoulder. "Another one taken by the devils favorite drink, poison apple," he whispered knowing nobody cared to stop him not could. Well not if they wanted hells punishment if not worse death, even if they were immortal. Walking up the last set of stairs he opened the portal and handed the keys to his servant and told him to look after.

Noting the girl, the servant nodded and knew the king was gonna take his time and would be in a long "meeting." Taking charge of the place, yoongi walked up to his Castle surrounded by blue flames in the middle of nowhere and walked in. He demanded for total privacy, meaning nobody in or even near the castle or be banished for eternity and with that everyone wondered what that soul did to get his undivided attention. From there gossip spread about you from one to another creature and it traveled fast.

Meanwhile, he laid you on the bed and looked at his watch. The drug last about 30 minutes and about 20minuets have gone. From there he requested one trusted worker with a list. The list was :

The devils list

Body Chains and rope

Salt and a black cross

2 Robes

Wipes

Black paint

Sheep's blood

Lube any flavor

Nodding the worker flew off and yoongi allowed his wings to expand out his back and eyes to turn a dark blue color as his hair contained white strips. He watched your sleeping body, before checking the time and seeing he has 5 minutes left before you wake up. Taking that in he stretched his neck and before activating his speed and undressing you, cleaning the area around the bed, making sure the chain locks are stable and if not changing them, turning off lights and lighting candals all around the room and the whole castle and finally sitting down at the edge. Checking the time once again, he had 3 minutes left and so did the worker before he'd get pissed and with that thought the worker came to drop everything off before yoongi told him to get lost.

With the activation of speed he quickly undressed, sat the cup near the bed and filled it with sheeps blood, put salt near the edge without touching it as it stung him, put the cross around his neck and began drawing a ritual circle around the bed then finnaly the walls. To end everything he placed the chains on your hands and feet then connected to each end of the bed. The rest of the stuff he just put next to the bed and laid naked above you waiting for you to wake up.

He knew the drug was strong, but he didnt think it was that strong so he checked the time again and 10 minutes had passed by. Sighing, he began taking the knife and cut a slit on his wrist and placed the wound to your mouth. After a few blinks, you began to wake up and within a second you panked and a minute later realised you were chained.

Weak, scared, targeted, blood covered lips, chained and his favorite vulnerability he finally felt aroused at the sight. With lust in his eyes and an aura darker than night himself, he slowly kissed your cheek.

"Welcome to hell baby" he greeted, confused you closed your eyes and for once prayed you'd be able to wake up in where you left to only get the image of him drugging you and making you pass out. To then opne them and see the same sight.

"Wouldn't that make you?" She paused trying to yank the chains.

"Hades, satan the devil or whatever you humans call me for ruling the underworld. Then yes that's me and as you see, you're caged like a bug trapped in a spider's web. How cute. How naive to trust anyone you've properly met either. " he whispered the last bit in your ear as his lips traveled around your chest and neck leaving hickeys as he moved.

Groaning, you tried yanking the chains hearing a noise and hoping it ment it broke to realise no he fooled you with the sound of his nails knocking on the wood.

"Got you" he chuckled as you began scared, moving his lips towards your breast he sucked softly getting slight moans from your mouth. "Mm good girl continue with it an d maybe I'll spare your soul" he joked, sucking and groaning your other breast with his hands. Ignoring him and forcing your mouth to close. He raised an eyebrow and sat up, he then looked at your mouth and then his length.

"That wasn't smart now was it dsrling?" He asked, as his crouch hovered your mouth and his length being rubbed on your face as the other hand rested on the wall. "Noe open wide and if not, I can allways just shove it. Dont think about biting as i can manually remove teeth of needed" he mentioned as tears rolled down your eyes as he slowly entered his length.

"Good girl, suck it like that" he groaned, slowly moving his hips all the way in and out. With doing so he admired the trlaclesnt salty wetness driping from her eyes that he took a finger and wiped it. Caressing her face as he continued thrusting and groaning till he felt hard enough and then pulled out. Wiping her eyes again he grabbed the lube and posed the non negotiable question of

"May I pretty angel, take this as mine?" He whispered softly as he leaned down to her ear. Nodding yes a tear ran and he licked it clean, causing a slight shiver down her body. "Good" he replied, putting lube around his own length and stoking it on.

"If you cum on me will I get pregnant?" You asked shyly.

"Mm, well yes and that's my goal princes or should I say queen. Your body is mine after all." he tells, taking his fingers and tracing a cross between your chest as he watches a dark mark appear in a mini cross between your chest.

Crying harder knowing you've not only been kidnapping, but there was an even little chnace of seeing your family friends and well your little pet. "I love when you cry my love" he said softly as his fingers softly rubbed against you clit and his lips attach to yours. Knowingly you kissed back and surprisingly it felt like comfort but tasted like sin and poison. One your body will soon adapt to. As your mouths moved in unison, his fingers rubbed softly around your bud and you were finally able to relax and enjoy the feeling. He had an undeniable hold on your body, one your soul started to grow a liking too the longer her rubbed and kissed your lips. Soon you became hungry for more and grinded against his hand and with the hint he rubbed quicker as you moaned down his throat and his free hand now snaking behind your back. Moaning more you called his name, in which he loved begging you to say again.

"YOONGi!"you moaned louder as his stomach and cock felt it making it twitch slightly. stoping his finger he guided his tip and put his chin on your neck and slid in slowly, taking his time as you adjusted before moving faster. You pulled the chains trying to hold onto him but he shook his head no and softly held your body up with the help of the chains and began pounding into you.

No it was not a speed nor length you were used to, but the feeling you could by a heartbeat. You legs became weak, your back arched hard, your mouth could only stay open and your head was in a daze as he fucked you without mercy. His length was big enough to make you scream from the top of your lungs and beg for more. He loved that and too started moaning which soon started to sound like deep breathes and heavy grunts. He loved the warm, pulsing feeling of your pussy on him as it dripped with cum around him.

"Ah, fuck, That's hot!" he moaned loudly. Moving his hips closer, he pushed his length in deeper and the sounds of his hips crashing into yours echoed the room. You were now at a point of no return, all you could do was moan and take him, which only increased his horniness and overall arousal.

"I'm close!" yoongi groaned and panted as his hips movements slowed down, but the deepness was still there. Shopping, yoongi's body out of tiredness fell on top of yours and he kissed your neck softly. Without enough energy to pull out, he came deep, groaning in your neck and laying still. Both overly fucked out and deep breathing, laid there until yoongi got enough energy to unchain your hands and drink from the cup of blood that started to reek and fill the room. The room that once smelt like lavender and vanilla now smelled like sex and sheep's blood. Leaning down to kiss you, you kissed back with your body begging to ache like hell and body starting to contort you screamed in pain. Whispering something into your neck, he held you close to his chest as you grabbed and scratched his back till the blood came from it.

"Submit and it'll go quickly." he whispered tired as can be. Taking his advice, you closed your body and let it take over. Suddenly your eyes and hair became white as a dove and the pain stopped. Not only did he claim you as his, the kiss of blood crowned you queen of the underworld.

They laid naked as each could no longer have the strength to get up, but hold each other in a soft hug. Comferting and relaxing, considering what had to happen. They slept wedded that night, perfectly times as the full moon was now full and the ritual circle could light up red as the two came into harmony.

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haydensdelvca · 3 years ago

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General 1 Marina

1. “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” - Marina

a/n: omg i wasn't expecting this to go in this direction at all and be so angsty but i really hope you like it :)

"You do realise how much it hurts that you keep pushing me away right?"

"Carina, please, I just want to explain myself properly and I will later tonight," Maya insisted, feeling ridden with guilt for having to go to a work party in the middle of an argument.

"So you're expecting me to stay awake until like 2 in the morning to wait for an apology?" Carina asked, feeling both angry and frustrated, knowing that this was the worst possible time for Maya to have to leave.

"No, I'm sorry. But I do need to continue this conversation and I wish I didn't have to go to the party but we both know I have to make an appearance as Captain."

"I know," Carina said, looking down. Maya hated seeing her like this and started to regret certain words that had escaped her mouth in anger.

"I'm sorry for what I said, again. But I'll try not to stay too long," Maya sighed.

"Yeah, I doubt that," Carina shrugged, knowing the team's parties often took longer than she would like. "Just go."

Maya took a deep breath and left the house, leaving Carina alone. She tried to fight back the tears that were trying to escape from her eyes.

—

Carina switched on the lamp beside her bed, unable to sleep. She made the mistake of scrolling through Instagram and viewing Vic's instagram story. It showed multiple videos of her dancing with Travis and Dean, and the one thing she noticed was that everyone looked extremely drunk. The sight made her feel sick, knowing that Maya was probably drinking away her pain amongst the rest of the team. She felt anger, that the annual firefighter's banquet had to be held on this night, of all days.

As she tossed and turned in bed restlessly, her phone started to ring. She frowned as she saw Andy's name on her phone, and picked up just in case something had happened.

"Hey Carina," Andy said with a slur, making Carina roll her eyes, not in the mood for a drunken conversation. "Somebody wants to speak to you," Carina managed to make out through her incomprehensible speech.

"Tell Maya I don't want to hear it if she's drunk." Carina stated firmly.

"Carina wait please!" she heard Maya shout over loud music. "I need you to hear me, let me find somewhere quiet."

Carina paused, unsure of whether she was being serious or not.

"Carina, I'm sorry. And I really mean it. I know I treated you badly today and the argument I had with my mother doesn't excuse my actions." Carina heard some commotion and people talking to Maya. A few seconds later, she heard, "But I swear I never meant to hurt you. I love you."

"Tell me that when you're sober." Carina knew she was being blunt but she couldn't stand listening to another second if Maya was saying all of this due to the alcohol and would forget it all the next day.

"Carina, please. I'm literally going to leave right now. I'm the only person who hasn't had a sip of alcohol because I haven't stopped thinking about you. I'm coming home."

Carina's anger died down a little, thankful that Maya was prioritising their relationship over work. "Ok, I'll see you at home. I'm sorry too. I love you."

#marina #maya bishop #carina deluca #carina x maya #station 19 #dialogue prompts #send me requests

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maybankiara · 4 years ago

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83 + Rafe + With the song I Think I Fell In Love Today by Kelsea Ballerini

in the middle of writing this i realised that the island... probably doesn’t look like that lmao but let’s pretend they’re somewhere more inland for this. also, thank you for the song, it’s absolutely gorgeous omg

this is soft!rafe and this is sappy as heck and i love it

83: i think i just fell in love.

when rafe wants to get away from his family, you’re usually the one to tag along, if getting completely wasted and forgetting the entire night isn’t quite what he’s looking for. this means he texts you at a random hour—usually late evening—and asks if you want to go for a ride.

sometimes you go to grab a milkshake at a diner two towns over. other times, if it’s earlier, he takes you to a lake that’s an hour away, and you stay there for a while.

it’s what friends do – it’s what the two of you have done for years, now.

it’s what you do tonight.

you enter his pickup truck grinning, knowing that he hates it when someone makes a big deal about his family doing what they do. you ask where you’re going and he tells you it’s a secret, but that there’s blankets in the back, and that he grabbed some milkshakes for you guys.

‘so you’ve been away for a while,’ you note.

he exits your driveway, not quite looking at you. ‘you could say so.’

he doesn’t want to talk, so you take your milkshake and sip on it.

‘so,’ he says, ‘what’ve you been up to today?’

this is standard, and you were expecting the question, so you tell him all about school and your life at home and everything noteworthy that’s happened. by the time it hits ten o’clock, the two of you are chatting about everything and nothing, and both of you snort more than a handful of times.

it’s what friends do.

‘we’re here.’

rafe pulls up on a hill over a lake, not the one he usually takes you to. there’s woods all around and a big drop in front of you, but the air shifts with a different kind of calm than what you’re used to.

as you leave the car you notice there’s more stars than you’re used to, as well.

rafe huffs. ‘wait, i didn’t think this through. give me a moment.’

he goes back into the car and turns it on, moving about the hill until he’s parked with the back towards you, and the front facing away from the lake. you wait there and smile a little when he brings out the blankets and places them over the back of the truck, inviting you to come join him.

you’ve done this before. more than once, so lying down next to him as the two of you sip on your milkshakes is as natural to you as breathing.

‘do you want me to put on some music?’

‘no,’ he says, eyes glued to the sky. ‘i like the silence.’

silence, you think, is made up of nature’s sounds – cicadas and birds flying overhead, and occasional howl, or the stirring of the water below you.

‘okay.’

today must’ve been a bad day.

as you sit there, looking at him and wondering what he must’ve gone through before ending up with you here, in this isolated place where the world is yours, you think you see him in a way you haven’t before.

you realise, too, that you’re a safe space for him. that he takes you places where he’s alone without being alone.

and there’s a little sound, a little exclamation mark inside your head that sets your cheeks on fire – your breath hitches in your throat and you almost spill the words out just as soon as they appear in your head, as if they’ve always been there, and it only took you so long to uncover them.

rafe notices. he looks at you with furrowed brows, already worried. ‘is everything okay?’

you nod, but you’re blinking too fast and your heart doesn’t want to calm down.

he turns on his side, looking you up and down as if trying to figure out what’s wrong. ‘y/n, are you alright?’

you shouldn’t say it, but the words are burning in your throat and you know it.

‘i think i just fell in love.’

he’s your friend. you’ve never seen him this way, and you’ve never even thought about being with him beyond a joke, but now – now it’s all you can see.

rafe’s mouth twitches into a smile, until he realises you’re serious. his eyes fall to your lips and he sighs, shaking his head.

‘you think?’

‘i think,’ you repeated. ‘ask me again in a couple of years.’

you should’ve been scared. you should’ve been wary of what you’re saying, how you’re reacting to this whole thing, because you’re not rafe – you don’t know how he feels.

(but you do. you see the way he looks at you, the way his gaze keeps dropping to your lips, the way his hand rests on your cheek before he lays his lips on yours.)

he smiles and promises, ‘i will.’

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #my blurb #dea's one thousand #corebore123

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Ok ho time bc it looks like Rog is wearing a thong and I’m just thinking about making him wear one for a concert... 👀

lauren omg it certainly is ho time this gif lives rent free in my mind thank you for letting me ho out about it. wrote a little over 2k because i struggle with brevity.

warnings: smut, hand job, talk of anal and oral

Blurb Advent: Day 13

It came as a surprise to absolutely none of your friends when the betting started. You and Roger had always enjoyed a good bet. You were both competitive enough to take them seriously and became bored easily so were always on the look out for something to bet over to spice things up. Plus, betting was the foundation of your relationship. A lost bet had led to your first kiss with Roger. A won bet to your first orgasm at his hands. And a rigged bet with your friends led to your first date. So, if anyone had put money on the evening turning into a betting competition between you and Roger, they would have been given very low odds indeed.

The winnings for your bets could range from small things like a handful of loose change found at the bottom of the washing machine or the last biscuit in the box to larger things like sexual favours or who’d have to drive a friend to the airport. But sometimes your competitive streaks would cause chains of bets, each one over something bigger than the last. On this occasion it started with a friendly bet over a game of scrabble. By halfway through it was very clear to both of you that neither of you would be winning. Deaky and Brian were both well in front of you and every letter you pulled from the bag seemed to be completely useless for high scoring words. So you placed a bet on who you thought would win the game. Unfortunately for Roger, Brian came out second best so you got to pick the radio station for the drive home. Roger was adamant that John had cheated somehow, either you’d been smuggling extra tiles to him or his words weren’t dictionary accurate, so on the way home he bet you that he could make the trip without needing to stop at a single red light. He would have had it, driving a rather convoluted way home to avoid main roads with traffic lights, except there was one unavoidable light that he had to pass though to reach your street and it was changing from yellow to red as you got to it.

“Fuck,” he hit the steering wheel in frustration.

Once you were inside he grumpily headed for the kitchen to make you a cup of tea as your reward for winning. But, not half an hour late he came up with another bet to try and “put things right”. He lost that too and you got two orgasms as he ate you out. Unfortunately for him, he’d made the mistake of putting his own sexual gratification on the line when he’d said the loser of the bet wouldn’t be allowed to cum for the rest of the night. But, clearly very aroused from giving you your winnings, he decided to up the anti and bet that you couldn’t get him off in under three minutes.

You rolled your eyes, “why should I? I like when you’re all whiny and desperate,”

“Think about it, you get to choose what happens if you win. If you get me off in under three minutes you could choose to deny me all of tomorrow and wont I be so much more desperate after an entire day than just the evening? You wouldn’t have to deny me either, you could have me get you off again instead or, um, you could make me eat something I hate or, um, I don’t know. It’s up to you. The world is your oyster.”

You considered it, trying to think of something good enough. You’d already had two orgasms and didn’t really want any more. You could deny Roger but he’d have already cum tonight if you won and you wanted something immediate so it didn’t drag on like it was threatening to do. And then it came to you.

“Alright, you’re on.”

Roger’s face lit up, convinced he was going to win this one. He grabbed the egg timer from the kitchen and then sat down in an armchair, “Go on then love, you’ve got three minutes. I suggest you try and finish me with your mouth so that when I win I can just take over and fuck your throat.”

You stretched your arms out in front of you, fingers interlocked, and then took of your shirt and bra. Roger raised his eyebrow as his gaze fell to your breasts, but he didn’t comment. You dropped to your knees between his legs and unhurriedly released him from his pants as he flipped the timer over. Spitting onto your palm, you began to stroke his length, feeling every ridge and vein under your fingers. You pushed yourself higher on your knees as you twisted your wrist, your strokes getting firmer, and leaned towards Roger’s ear.

“Always did love your cock,” you said softly, dropping one hand to fondle his balls as your other teased his head, “Even before we were together I used to wonder what it’d feel like splitting me open. I knew it had to be big but I didn’t realise just how big it was. Wasn’t sure I could handle it the first time I saw it. Thought my pussy was going to be too small and tight to take it.”

Roger was getting closer, though not as fast as you needed. Usually you loved that he could last but not tonight. You needed something better than flattery.

“Y’know if you win, I think you’d be wasting it by using my throat. You can have that any time. And there is one hole I’ve not let you use before.” You paused to let it sink in as you rolled his balls in your hand, “I wouldn’t be able to say no if I lost. You could pin me down and prove me wrong about not liking it. Show me how good it feels to have your cock in my arsehole. You’re probably right that I’d love it. In fact I’ve held off on it because I’m worried I’d like it more than when you fuck my cunt. I might just turn into a little anal whore who begs to have her arse fucked nightly.”

Roger grunted and you knew he was close.

“C’mon Rog. Show me what I’m missing. You know how good it would feel, stretching my tight little arsehole on your big hard cock. Being the first man to ever have me like that. Teach me to cum from anal and then never have to fuck me any other way. And while you’re teaching me I’d be so desperate for an orgasm that I’d beg you to use me constantly. On my knees just like I am now, begging to be allowed to feel you fuck my arse again. I’d do anything to cum, anything you wanted. I’d beg to be used by you, constantly desperate for your cock. Dripping wet just at the thought of it. All it takes is one fuck to show me how wrong I am and how much I’d love it.”

“Oh G-od” Roger groaned as he came over your hand.

“Looks like I win,” you gloated as you worked him through his orgasm.

Roger groaned again but this time out of annoyance as he let his head fall back against the couch, “Fine, what do I have to do? Edge? Go down on you again?”

“No, nothing like that. Give me two minutes to go wash my hands and I’ll show you.”

“Can I at least fuck your arse?”

You laughed as you walked off, “Absolutely not,”

Roger was waiting where you’d left him though he’d tidied himself up. You walked towards him with your hands behind your back.

“What have you got?”

“Something I want you to wear tomorrow. My reward for winning.” You held it out and Roger took it, sneering at the silky material.

“Seriously? One of your thongs?”

“Yup. You’re going to wear it all day.”

“Urgh fine. Think I might have rathered the denial though.”

Roger’s complaining didn’t stop once he was actually wearing the skimpy underwear. All day he groaned and muttered under his breath about how uncomfortable it was. Until you got sick of it and offered him a double or nothing bet in which he had the chance to win his freedom. It was closer but Roger lost that one too and added a whole week to his sentence.

“This is fucking bullshit. A whole fucking week? Fuck off. I’ve got a show on Saturday!”

You figured a lot of his shitty mood was to do with his losing stream and, in an attempt to alleviate some of his whining, you went out and bought a few sets of thongs specifically designed for men and agreed that he could wear his regular underwear during the concert.

“Really?”

“I don’t want to get in the way of your drumming Rog. I just thought it would be fun and kind of hot to make you wear my panties. Of course you can take them off to play.”

“Well okay then,” he still sounded ticked off but some of the wind had left his sails and he took the new underwear you offered.

The new sets did the trick though and Roger stopped complaining as much. In fact, by the end of the week Roger seemed to be enjoying the change. He took to strutting around the house in the tightest jeans he owned or, once or twice, in just the underwear as he’d been wont to do in his briefs. You’d have said it was just a bluff, an attempt to make it less fun for you so you suggested you end it early, though it was clearly affecting his sex drive too. Whether it was the feeling of the thong itself or that it boosted his ego to see how good he looked in tight pants, you couldn’t tell. Either way Roger was twice as amorous as usual, and it wasn’t as if his sex drive had been lacking.

Finally, the night of the concert rolled around. Roger left a few hours before you so the boys could run through the set list and check everything was up to scratch but you were able to slip in through the back stage area when you arrived. You ran around the back of the stage to catch them all before they went on and wish them luck. Roger gave you a quick kiss before taking his place behind his kit. It was odd. As he leaned forward to make an adjustment it almost looked like he was still wearing his thong. But that couldn’t be because he’d said he was going to change to play. You waved it off, sure it was just a trick of the lights and moved around to the front to find your seat. Roger was on fire, obviously having a great time as he pounded away at his drums, though the whole band seemed to be having a great night.

After they left the stage for the final time you met them all around by their dressing room, ready to head off to the afterparty. Roger gave you a quick kiss and was just taking your hand to head out when he remembered something.

“Shit hang on,” he ducked back into the room and you followed, watching as he bent to pick up a forgotten bag. The top of his thong was clearly visible over the waistband of his incredibly tight leather pants. If you’d been drinking something you would have done a spit take.

“Okay, all good now,” he laughed, grabbing you and leading you out to the car as you tried not to let your surprise show.

The car was so crowded that you couldn’t mention it on the way to the party so as soon as you arrived you grabbed Roger and dragged him off towards the nearest bathroom.

“What are you doing, love?”

“Nothing. Just come in here,”

“Oh I get it. You saw how hot I looked playing and now you want a ride? Well I’m sorry love, but I can’t just now. Got people to say hi too, a party to enjoy. Maybe later though, if you’re still so despe-”

“I saw the thong Taylor.”

He stopped, cheeks flushed though he tried to play it off, “I don’t know what you mean.”

You stepped close, meeting his eyes as you reached around behind him and snapped the top of the underwear.

“Fucking hell, alright. I’m still wearing it. So what?”

“You like it.” You teased, “You like wearing thongs.”

“Maybe I do, a bit.”

“Ha! I can’t believe this, after all your bitching about them.”

“Alright, shut up about it.”

“No way, this is too funny,”

“I’ll make you a bet and if I win you have to shut up about it.”

“What’s the bet?”

“I bet the people out in the other room will hear you”

“Hear me what?”

Your question was answered as he lifted you onto the sink.

“Alright, you’re on.”

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2020 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #this went some places hjhgfgjkjl #whilstyouwalk

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slitherofgold · 4 years ago

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I loathe you Pt 1- Sam Fender Imagine

Standing before the mirror, you were impressed with the reflection. You had made an effort with your appearance (for once) and the result wasn’t too bad. You were looking forward to tonight, finally getting the chance to catch up with the boys who had been on tour for months. You had missed them, in fact your home town didn’t feel the same without them. The plan was drinks at your local pub- the Low Lights Tavern- just so you could catch up and see how everyone was doing. Well, not everyone. Thankfully, Drew had convinced Sam not to come for your sake. It wasn’t as if you hated the guy, but he always seemed to kill the mood with his sulky attitude and blunt remarks. It was almost as if he despised you and just couldn’t stand your company, so you kindly asked Drew not to invite Sam.

You hopped in the taxi and headed towards the tavern, getting more eager by the second to see your friends. The pub was your guys spot, whenever someone needed to celebrate, whenever someone was sad, whenever someone needed to let off a little steam, you’d always meet at this spot.

You walked in and instantly looked towards your usual booth.You would’ve been happy to be reminded of your friends faces, but unfortunately to your dismay, Mr Sam Fender was sat with them, blatant of your arrival. You were tempted to walk back out, to come up with some petty excuse for you to leave, but it was too late, the gang had noticed you. “Y/n!”, Dean waved you over, obviously happy to see you. You quickly plastered on a smile and strutted in their direction. You were not going to let Sam ruin tonight.

“Hey guys, long time no see.” Dean squeezed up, allowing room for you to sit. Within an instant it was like they had never left. They told you stories from on tour (like Sam threatening to break into a Greggs after a particularly messy night out) and they had asked about what you had been up to too.

“So y/n you seeing anyone”, Drew asked, whilst side-glancing towards Sam. Great, you were going to be reminded YET AGAIN that you were still single, and you were certain that Sam basked in your sad, single loneliness.

“Yep obviously. I think I just defer guys with my presence.”

“Obviously”, Sam muttered under his breath. You pretended to ignore him but you couldn’t help but notice the sharp glance Drew gave him from across the table. He quickly attempted to assure you. “Nah that’s not true, I knew a bunch of guys who had a crush on you at school.”

“Yeah, like who?” You raised your brow out of curiosity.

“Sorry that’s classified information. I promised I’d never tell.”

“Drew, school was nine years ago.” You folded your arms across the table, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah but it was a pinky promise and you know how sacred they are.”

“Sure, now I’m gonna go get us some more drinks before you bore everyone with my non-existent love life.” You left the table and headed towards the bar, hoping they’d change the topic by the time you’d get back. It wasn’t as if your love life was non-existent it was just very much unsuccessful. For some reason you had a certain type for dickheads, the kind who loved to walk all over you and cheat whenever they felt like it. In a way you were grateful for your chain of ex-lovers, they had made you tougher to a certain extent, and boys knew it too. In fact, most of the time, the boys refused to meet whoever you were dating. It was almost as if they could see right through each and every bloke, and decided that any guy would never be good enough for you or their time. “6 pints please.”

“That’s a lot of pints for a small thing like you.” You hadn’t even looked at the bartender, but his voice seemed to pull you out of a trance. You quickly realised how good-looking he was. He was roughly in his late 20s, dirty blonde hair and kind brown eyes. He was charming in some sort of way and he had even kinder smile. Shit, you were still staring. He must think I’ve got something wrong with me.

“I wish they were, but I’m pretty sure you’d have to roll me out of here if I even attempted to down all six.” He laughed and started pouring out glasses, locking eyes with you every so often. “So are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” God, you were cringing so bad. You knew you were a bit rusty but this ‘flirting’ was just a shit-show.

“Kinda, some of my relatives live down here but I don’t live too far either. I take it you’re local?”

“Sadly, yes. Hopefully I can get out soon if my job picks up.” You were hopeful, but it was the truth. Although you loved Shields, you didn’t wanna stay here forever.

“It’s not too bad around here, where would you wanna go, when you do get out?”

“I’ve not thought that far ahead yet, maybe down South or maybe even somewhere else in Europe.”

“I’ll have to tag along if you don’t mind.” He folded his arms across the bar and leaned down to your eye level. God, talking to this guy was so easy, you could stare into those eyes for hours. You hadn’t even realised that he’d poured all six drinks!

“Sure, I could use the company.” You played along, silently hoping he’d take you up on the offer.

“Isn’t your boyfriend good company then?”

“My boyfriend?!” You gave him an unsure glance, you were certain that you were single.

“Yeah, the guy giving me the evils.” You turned to look. “Don’t look!” He lightly grabbed your arm stopping you from turning. “God, don’t make it too obvious”, he laughed. “The guy in the white-shirt sat with you and your friends, blondish hair?”

“Ohhhhh, that’s Sam”, you laughed. “We’re not together.”

“He’s been giving me the evils ever since you strutted on over, I took a guess thought you and him were a thing or something.”

You snorted, “Sam basically hates me, he treats me like shit or ignores me half the time.”

“Trust me, coming from a guy, he’s definitely feeling something other than hate for you.”

“And trust me, knowing Sam for nearly 10 years, basically makes him my brother.” You couldn’t put anymore emphasis on that, you and Sam were not a thing. Period.

“Well if you’re adamant that there’s nothing going on between you, I’d love to take your number?” You blushed but willingly took the guys phone and dialled in your number.

“Y/n by the way.”

“Archie, lovely to meet you y/n.” He smiled and you and you smiled back effortlessly. God, his smile really was something.

“You too, now I’d better get back to my friends before they start screaming for their beer.” You walked on ever to the group, careful not to spill the drinks.

“Oi oi, look at you gettin’ ya flirt on”, Dean whistled. You blushed again, knowing full well that Archie could hear.

“See told ya guys fancied you, you just can’t see it half the time.” You instantly thought back to Sam and glanced in his direction. Sure enough, he was sulking as usual.

“I’m going for a ciggy”, Sam announced, and with that he stood up and stalked on outside- ruining the mood once more.

“Think I might join him”, Drew said and quickly left after him. You shrugged and sat down next to Dean once more. Dean started talking about the good old days, laughing about the stupid things you guys did when you were young.

“Remember that one time you hit by the swing playing chicken, and Sam felt so bad he pedalled home to go get you a plaster.”

“Omg and by the time he got back, I had stopped crying and we had started a new round.”

“He was so mad, I remember he wanted you to sit out to rest your “injured” knee. It was literally the smallest cut ever!” You both laughed at the memory. You remembered that you had argued with Sam that day, you refused to sit and watch whilst the boys had all the fun. “I miss those days man”, Dean continued, “when we didn’t have to worry about anything other than going to the park after school.”

“Yeah but you enjoy tour life right? You’re travelling, meeting new people. I’m sure you got girls throwing themselves at your feet as well.”

“That’s one bonus, I get homesick though. Actually, Sam was saying how you should come with us when we go on tour next.”

“He did?!” The news took you by surprise. He wanted to spend time with you.

“Yeah, he said you could be our own personal groupie”, Dean chuckled. You? A groupie for Sam? You loved there music, there was no doubt about it but you weren’t sure how you felt about him as a person. You’d known him for a while but you didn’t really KNOW him that well. He was a difficult person.

“Yeah sounds good. I missed you guys whilst you were away.”

“We all missed you too, especially Sam. It was kind of annoying actually, he complained about you not being there with us A LOT”. God, Sam just seem to escape the conversation tonight. Everything just sounded so unlike him. It never acted like this around you, and he certainly hadn’t said anything nice about you to your face. It was definitely a shock.

“Speaking of the buggers, I’m going to see what’s taking them so long.” You needed some air anyway, it was so stuffy inside. As you reached the door you heard a quiet a conversation. You wouldn’t usually snoop but you recognised the voices. It sounded like a very important conversation. Their voices were tense yet quiet, ensuring that no one would be able to hear. No one but you obviously.

“Drew leave it. Nothings ever going to happen between us. We wouldn’t work. We’re two VERY different people who have VERY different lives.” Sam. You wondered who he was on about, was he seeing someone? Why did you care?

“Mate you’ve had a crush on her since we were 12. I know you still like her, and you can’t deny it.”

“Yeah and so what. We date. It goes wrong. It fucks up our whole gang. Things become awkward. The end. That’s what will happen. End of.”

“Well, you’ll never know until you try. All I’m saying is that you better man up quick, otherwise someones gonna beat you to it.”

Wait, known since 12, fuck up whole gang, that only narrows it down to one person. Me, Sam likes me, you thought, and with that, you heard the boys stomping out their fags ready to re-enter the tavern and face you once more.

#sam fender #sam fender x reader #sam fender imagines #imagines #angst #fluff

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bugsbucky · 4 years ago

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Search And Found

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Stalker!Brock

Request: Omg I'm so happy you're taking requests!!! SO HERE IT IS: Bucky and the reader were super close and Bucky was about to confess that he loves her... but a week before someone started stalking her, she ran and Bucky has been trying to find her, when he finally locates her he saves her from the stalker who was nearly killing her!!!! Tons of aggressive kisses and whatever you wanna do!! Have an awesome alllll day every day!!🖤🖤🖤

Warnings: angst, injury, choking and not the sexy kind, asshole!Brock, stalker!Brock, protective!Bucky, fluff, language, happy ending.

Word Count: 2,104

Authors Notes: thank you so much for your patience hun! Really hope you like this and I think I wrote everything you wanted and more! This was really fun to write and I used Brock as the stalker just because I hate that smug cocky bastard. Anyway, please enjoy and feedback is welcome!!! This has been proofread twice but I don’t guarantee anything :)

Requested by: @deanthedemon

Something wasn’t right. The uncomfortable gut feeling and the hairs standing up on the back of your neck told you something wasn’t right either. Every time you stepped outside, you were constantly looking over your shoulder with the feeling that someone was somewhere watching your every step. Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of a shadow as they moved quickly out of your line of sight.

You didn’t tell anyone in the compound about this feeling. Fearing they would just blame it on the mere fact you were an avenger and during your career, it wasn’t unheard of to make more enemies than friends. An uncomfortable presence loomed in the air as you sat next to Bucky on the couch opposite the team having a game night. You and Bucky have spent the past few months closely bonding and you were almost inseparable. Despite your closeness, you also chose not to share this feeling with him. Knowing how protective he is of you. He was your friend, not your bodyguard.

There was nothing in the world Bucky wouldn’t do for you. He loved you and he wanted to make you his girl, he just didn’t know how to confess. He also saw the distant look in your eyes which made him halt any attempt of telling you. When you smiled, it didn’t reach your eyes like it used to. He wanted to know what was going on, but again, he didn’t know how to ask and not make it seem like he was wanting to know your business. You of course must have known he was there if and when you were ready to talk, he didn’t want to force you. So when he heard those two words from Steve the day after game night, his mind went into panic mode.

“She’s gone.” Steve announced as he barged into Bucky’s room.

“What do you mean? Who’s gone?” Bucky had just woken up from a deep sleep, he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes as Steve’s eyes were frantic.

“Y/N. Her clothes are gone, her belongings, they’ve all gone.” Bucky quickly stood up, ignoring the tumble he almost took from tripping over his boots he lazily kicked off the night before. He sprinted down to your room wanting to believe this was a prank the guys were pulling on him since they were the only ones who truly knew how much he loved you. Soon enough, Steve’s words were true. No clothes, nothing in sight. Even your neatly stacked books had disappeared from the numerous shelves you had in your room.

“Wha- why would she leave me? What the fuck did I do?” Bucky pulled at his hair, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“She might have just needed a break Buck-”

“NO! Don’t tell me that! She would have said something! I’m going to find her.”

The rundown apartment you had found was basic, a replica of Bucky’s Bucharest apartment, but it had four walls and a roof which was good enough for you. The decision to leave the compound didn’t come easy, you just didn’t feel safe there. You spent most of your nights crying into your pillow as you imagined the pained look on Bucky’s face when he realised you were gone. The worry he must be going through, but you did this to protect yourself and surely he would understand that should the day come where you might meet him again.

Despite moving out of the compound and leaving your friends and family behind, that eerie uncomfortable feeling still remained. When you took walks in the dead of night when you couldn’t sleep, you would hear a second pair of footsteps in the distance walking the same route as you. Each time you looked over your shoulder, nobody was there.

The tiny thought that you were being haunted and this was a ghost following you amused you. But this wasn’t a ghost, this wasn’t in your mind. Your intuition told you as much a week ago when this started happening.

Tonight was one of those sleepless nights and you took a nice slow stroll around the city you were in. People were hanging out in diners, on park benches with their friends. You brought your collar up to shield you from the bitter air and shoved your hands in your pockets. The familiar sounds of footsteps behind you once again. You stand still but don’t turn around, the footsteps stop but the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall despite the warmth from your jacket. A shudder runs down your spine and you continue walking back towards your apartment, hearing the footsteps behind you pick up pace slightly. Panic sets within you and you set off in a fast walk-jog combination. In times like this, you wished Bucky was here. To wrap his strong arm around you and hold you, to tell you everything was going to be fine.

You made it to the front door of your apartment and looked left and right to see if anyone had followed you. Seeing and hearing nothing, you sigh a relief and open the door. But before you can shut it, a boot appears in the doorway and pushes the door open, causing you to fall and land on your back.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” the voice said, removing his mask which revealed a man you knew all too well. Brock Rumlow. This guy you found out was a traitor, secretly working for Hydra during his time with Shield until he was banished. He was responsible in helping with the torture of Bucky, smirking and loving it when Bucky was strapped in his chair begging for help as the machine frizzed his mind. He was sick and he had a crush on you. Brock had asked you out many times which you would always shut down. Making it clear you had your eyes set on someone else and you were not interested. He never took the hint though, going as far as mocking Bucky.

“Wha- what- what the hell are you doing here?!” your voice came out shaky and you were slightly disappointed in yourself. You were an avenger and were trained for situations like this, but your brain froze and so did your body. Brock chuckled and hovered over you. His feet on either side of your waist. He kissed your cheek and swept your hair from your face. One button at a time, he tugged your jacket open. Both hands wrapping around your throat, “if I can’t have you. Then he’s not having you either.” he chuckled, his thumbs pressing into your windpipe, cutting off your air supply and you gasped. Your hands wrapping around his wrists to alleviate the pressure to no avail. You saw black spots and that white light everyone was always talking about before they passed to the other side.

“Y/N?!” you heard Bucky’s voice in the distance somewhere as your face was turning pale white. Brock wasn’t here to teach you a lesson, he was here to kill you. Suddenly, Brock’s hands were ripped from your throat and you rolled over desperately trying to get some air back in your lungs. Sounds of punches and groans were heard but your mind was hazy and for now you concentrated on your breathing.

“Y/N? Baby can you hear me?” A cold metal hand caressed your hot cheek. You look up with teary eyes and take a deep breath.

“Bucky?” you croaked, your throat bruising and sore from Brock’s hands. His eyes narrowed to the marks left behind. Anger building up inside of him that Brock of all people dared put his filthy hands on you.

“It’s me. You’re safe.” Bucky sat you up and moved you into his lap. You buried your face in his neck and sobbed as he rocked you back and forth. “Shh, shh. It’s okay baby he won’t hurt you again.”

“Where is-”

“Steve’s takin’ care of him. Are you alright? Y/N why didn’t you tell me?!” his voice raised with each passing question, only because he was scared out of his mind and didn’t know what had happened to you. But there was just one question you wanted the answer to.

“How did you find me?” Bucky smiled and lifted your wrist. His finger tapping the gold bracelet he had bought you for christmas a year ago.

“It has a tracker for emergencies like this one.” you nodded and wanted to talk, the pain in your throat stopped you from doing that. You wanted to give him the answers he so desperately wanted to know. Your eyes felt heavy and you fell limp against his chest. You heard him talking to you but darkness overtook your senses.

You don’t know how long you were out for. The nurses that came by told you it was about a week. The team had stopped by everyday to check on your progress, but one member stayed most of the night.

Bucky.

You hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at you, not that you could blame him because if this was switched and it was him who had left without an explanation, you wouldn’t go easy on him.

Your throat was healing but it still aches each time you swallow. A sore throat was the least of your worries, you were alive and that’s all that mattered.

You were discharged from the medical bay a week later after being given the all clear from Dr Cho. You were given orders to take it easy. The bruises on your neck and throat were fading in a horrible yellow colour. The only thing you wanted was a nice hot shower and a change of clothes, and after being helped to your room by some medical assistants, that’s exactly what you did.

The warmth from the water cascading down on your body was the most relaxing feeling in the world. You took your time in the shower, cleaning every inch of your skin with your favourite showergel. Keeping your eyes open at all times to stop Brock’s image appearing in front of you. You shampooed your hair and deep conditioned the oily roots.

Finishing up your shower with shaving, you gave your body one final wash and stepped out of the shower. Towel drying and sighing into the soft material. You still haven’t spoken to Bucky about what happened but you knew sooner or later he will want those answers to his questions. You dressed into your comfortable clothes and wrapped the towel around your hair walking into your room. You froze when you saw Bucky leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

“Hi.” you whispered, swallowing the thick lump in your throat.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with a small smile and strode over towards you with his hands in his pockets.

“Good. Thank you for everything.”

“I uh… I was actually planning on asking you out before uh, this happened.” his blue orbs were swarming with worry.

“I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll explain myself.”

“You don’t need to. I get it now but a heads up would have been nice.” you dropped your gaze to the floor in guilt. “Hey, look at me.” Bucky hooked his flesh fingers under your chin and lifted your head up. His eyes flickered around your face and landed on your lips. There was an unspoken question in the air as you stared at each other. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you closed the distance. Your lips, tongues and teeth clashing in a fight for dominance. The kiss was aggressive and desperate. His arms wrapped securely around your waist and lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“Doll.” he panted out of breath as he pulled away slightly. His eyes were full blown with lust. “I’m never leaving your side again. I’ll protect you. I’m yours if you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours Bucky.” your lips met for a second time in a heated passionate kiss. Bucky lowered you down gently on the bed. His fingers caressing your sides.

“I don’t wanna stop but I wanna do this properly. Go out to dinner with me?” He swept the strands of wet hair that had escaped from the confinements of your towel and smiled.

“Yes!” you grinned, making the corners of your eyes crinkle. A little feature Bucky absolutely loved about you.

Even though Bucky had persisted you didn’t need to explain yourself, that he figured it all out pretty quickly. You still felt guilty and the need to explain yourself to him. Bucky would keep his word, he would be with you every step you take and no man or woman on earth would dare hurt his girl, his Y/N.

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writingsfromhome · 4 years ago

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Josslyn

Request: Harry imagine based off the song Josslyn by Olivia O'Brien?

A/N: This was in my inbox for a while, but I finally finished it! It got a little long but I really wanted to set up a backstory. Hope it’s what you wanted! :)

Part 2

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My leg bounces under the table, eyeing everyone walking through the door until my best friend Regan walks in. The first day back to school always felt like hell on earth. It would be more unbearable if my best friend didn’t have the same homeroom as me.

“I want to die,” she drops into the seat in front of mine and turns around. “Like literally. I can’t wait to be done with this dump.”

“We just do it all over again in uni,” My stomach turns remembering what our final year meant. I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and I had to choose this year. It was a scary thought.

“At least there’ll be more freedom, I won’t be living with my crazy family, and,” she pauses ticking each item on her fingers, and wiggles her eyebrows. “All the hot guys.”

“Is somebody talking about me?”

We turn and Harry Styles, class jock, stands above us with a pencil behind his ear and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“If we were, you would’ve heard ‘major douchebag loser’,” Regan rolls her eyes. I give Regan a look like what an idiot and she ignores him to continue on about her dream school. As hard as I concentrate though, I’m too aware of Harry walking around and settling into the seat behind me.

It had happened, over the summer-we had hooked up. I can’t say it was a shining time for me, I also didn’t reqret it quite as much as one might think.

It was at a party I was invited to while Regan was visiting her grandparents in New Jersey and I was getting lonely. He’d cornered me, made me feel less alone. The hookup lasted a week, before we were off, and then another two weeks in August. I quit him-like a habit-the week before school started.

I confessed to Regan, she’d warned me to avoid him during the year if I wanted to have a decent final year. So I didn’t know if him showing up in the first hour of senior year was a good sign or an omen.

“You girls have a good summer?” Harry asks behind me. Regan locks eyes with me-she would handle it.

“You’re sort of interrupting our conversation here. Maybe you should find a new seat if you wanted to make friends.”

A small laugh escapes me, I couldn’t help it.

“Y/N,” Harry calls me out. “Have you forgotten how to talk or you’re getting shy on me?”

I turn around, he was way too smug. “Regan’s said it perfectly, why do you need me to talk.”

“Just making sure you could,” his eyes flash with humour before he says casually: “I wasn’t sure if you’d worked your mouth too hard this summer that it stopped working or something.”

My jaw drops and I hear Regan gasp.

“Yeah, like that.” Harry points to my open mouth and it takes everything in me not to slap him. But then he does a strange thing, his mocking smile softens into a genuine one. His eyes crinkling like we were on the ins of a joke and the angry flame softens at the curve of his smile.

There was this one weekend where his parents had left town and we’d spent the whole time just binging bad movies, under covers, learning every inch of each other. I never thought it would be a calming feeling waking up and seeing Harry’s sleeping face on the pillow next to me but I had stared at it for what felt like an hour until I’d poked him awake and he’s just pulled me in to sleep longer.

“You’re disgusting,” I tell him now, but it doesn’t have the same rage it would have last year. He’d worn me down, and I know he only liked to wind me up because he thought it was hot. He’d said as much over the summer.

I turn just as our teacher walks in and class begins. Harry gets in trouble for talking to his friends, I ignore the note he throws my way, we’re told it’s the most important year in our life thus far and I almost fall asleep halfway. Just a typical day of high school.

***

It was near the end of the first week, already I had an essay and a project due in two weeks and a thousand pages of math. I was just happy it was Friday and Regan and I were going to do our regular end-of-the-week detox: Starbucks and driving around town.

“Don’t hate me,” Regan says as I approach her car. “But Adam just invited me with his friends to the mall and I know we were supposed to hang out but this is maybe the first time he actually looked me in the eye and talked to me so-“

“It’s okay,” I interrupt her even though I was bummed. “You’ve been trying to get him to notice you all year so...finally! we’ll hang out over the weekend.”

Regan hugs me. “Really? You’re okay? You could come with us. Or I can drop you home first...”

“I can take the bus,” I insist. “We rode the bus last year remember?”

“Ugh, too soon,” Regan shakes her head. “I’ll make it up to you I promise. He’s calling now I’ll see ya!”

I wave her off and begin the slow walk to the bus stop, thinking of things I could do tonight by myself. Someone whistles to my right and I look up. Harry waves his hand, standing by his car. My face flushes as I remember the things that went on in that back seat.

“Where’s a pretty girl like you going all alone?” Harry shouts. I sigh and walk up to him.

“Do you ever realise how predatory you sound?”

“I’m king of the jungle,” he gestures to the school. “Why wouldn’t I sound predatory.”

I cover my face, “Omg please shut up Harry do you even hear yourself? You’re such a-an-ugh!”

“Hey,” his hand peels mine off of my eyes and he holds it in his grip as he walks backwards until his back hits his car, pulling me along. “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t we have fun this summer-why do you act like you hate me?”

His honesty shuts me up. “I-I don’t. I never said I hated you.”

“You sure act like it,” he crosses his arms. “You ignore me in homeroom, roll your eyes every time I say something...”

“We had a fling Harry, we’re not dating each other.” I shrug, trying to tug my hand away from Harry but he holds tight. “There’s nothing more to it. And to be honest...you’ve always been kind of annoying.”

“You’re kind of annoying,” Harry smiles again, tugging my sleeve to bring me closer. I don’t even resist moving into his orbit and settling between his outstretched legs as his arms wrap around my waist.

The truth was being with Harry was nice. He was a cocky jerk who knew he was desirable but when I was with him all the noise in my head died down for a bit and I existed in the present. That’s how he lived: for the now. And even though we were only more than friends and less than together forever, we had something between us. I just had to make sure my heart didn’t get caught up in between it. I’d had too many guys break my heart like I’d told Harry about one day when he’d driven us to a beach and we’d spent most of the day laying in the sun. Something about being there made me open up. He’d said he didn’t want to hurt me like the boys before. So we’d kept things light.

“You have any plans tonight?” Harry asks, his eyes shamelessly on my lips. I feel the familiar flutter in my stomach. Even though Harry would get with any body with boobs, it still felt nice to be looked at like this. By him.

“Not anymore,” I say. “Regan cancelled last minute so-“

“You’re free?” Harry sounds happy. I nod and he lets me go to move to the passenger door. “Get in, where do you want to go?”

“I...” I move to the car and sit inside, I told myself-and Regan-this wouldn’t happen and yet. It was. But Regan did ditch me for Adam so, maybe this was just the alternative. “Regan and I usually just grab drinks and drive around with music on.”

“Can I drive you somewhere?” Harry asks. I smile, of course.

***

Harry ends up taking me to a drive-in theatre. I’d never been to one and the excitement is all over my face. “It’s exactly like the old photos!” I squeal as he leans over and pushes my seat back. He does the same to his. “Have you been here before?”

“My family used to come here when we younger,” Harry smiles. I grin back at him and soon we’re locked in a staring contest because neither of us can look away. I open my mouth to say something but Harry moves forward, cupping my face to pull me to him. All common sense flies out the window as I get lost in his kiss. I tug at his hair the way he likes it and he presses me against the door as he kisses me harder, the handle jabbing my back but I didn’t even care. I’d missed Harry even though it had only been a week. His hands roam lower and lower until they stop as someone knocks on his window.

“Hello!” A muffled voice shouts from his window. We force each other apart. Harry looks at me with a drunken look on his face-eyes half lidded, a lopsided smile...and I’m sure I looked the same. We check who was at his door and it’s the girl bringing us our snacks.

“Harry?” She says as we roll down the window.

“Uh-oh-oh hey, Josslyn right? Long time!”

Harry grabs the drinks from...Josslyn, who looked familiar, and passes them to me to put in the dashboard holder we’d received when we entered. I keep an eye on the interaction as Josslyn goes from professional to flirty in under a second.

“Uh yeah because you never responded to any of my messages over the summer! How have you been? You look so good!”

“Yeah I’m good, I didn’t know you worked here?”

“My parents own the thing,” she glances back. “I have to work here when it gets busy.”

“No way,” Harry’s now fully interested in their conversation with his back to me and I feel a little left out. “I used to come here all the time as a kid did your parents own it back then?”

“Yeah! They took over from my grandparents. We definitely saw each other as kids cuz I was here all the time. Like every summer. I know every single lyric to every single summer hit from 1999 to present.”

“That’s impressive,” Harry laughs. I pick at the m&ms off the popcorn, feeling slightly jealous even though it didn’t make sense to be. Harry and I weren’t exclusive or anything, he wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his.

“Well I gotta go get the next order but we should catch up some time,” Josslyn puts her hand on Harry’s arm. “My number’s the same: if you’ve been ignoring my texts like I think you were then you should have it in your phone. Maybe we can recreate old times.”

With a wink, she’s gone and Harry clears his throat as he goes through his phone. His chuckle when he finds her texts irritates me.

“So like, do you have a lot of girls texting you that you just ignore?”

“What?” Harry looks up like he’d forgotten I was even there. “No, we just have some history. The texts were...funny.”

If I was a crazy girlfriend I would’ve demanded to see those texts but I was neither crazy or his girlfriend so I just look forward, kicking off my shoes and folding my legs into myself. I didn’t want to feel this way but I couldn’t help it.

“You’re not jealous are you?” Harry sneaks closer to me, clearly intrigued that I could be. But I don’t give him the satisfaction.

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Right?” He puts his hand on my knee and it tingles. “She doesn’t mean anything anyway. Just someone from the past.”

“Like me someday,” I don’t know what makes me say it. Maybe I was just moody.

He furrows his brow, leaning back in his seat. “Y/N,” I look over at him but he looks like he’s struggling for words. I raise my eyebrow and he holds out his arm. “Come here.”

“Where?” I ask, looking him over. He sighs and in a single move he’s put one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he tries to lift me while seated.

“Harry stop!” I can’t help but laugh as the stick hits my bum, my knees spill the overflow of popcorn, and we knock heads. “What are you doing!”

Harry laughs and motions to me, “Just c’mere!”

I oblige, twisting my body to straddle him in the front seat. I make sure not to lean back-I’d done that in the past and blared the horn. I’d learned since then.

“What?” I ask, pretending to still be upset but the ridiculous move minutes earlier had already washed it away. He moves my hair behind my ear and holds my face above his.

“You’re lovely,” he says and I melt. He knows it.

“I wasn’t jealous,” I mumble as he peppers my neck with kisses, “I just...” the words already slip away from me.

“Mhm,” he hums.

***

“Thanks,” I say to Harry. We’re parked outside my house and we hesitate to leave each other. The movie was fun, Harry was distracting throughout but that just added to the fun.

“Your parents home?” Harry asks innocently.

“Yes,” I roll my eyes. I check the time, it was nearly 11pm. I’d told them I would be home by 10 but I knew they would be asleep so I had pushed my luck. “Where else would they be?”

Harry shrugs, “My parents are out of town again.”

He scratches at a scab on his hand, hiding his face. After spending time with Harry, I knew his parents weren’t around much what with high profile jobs and travelling all over. His house was huge but empty and it made Harry make a little more sense to me then. Right now though, he just wanted to get me in bed.

“I’d invite you in but if you were caught, my funeral would be Sunday.”

“I’d come in a disguise,” Harry reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through it. “And jump into the grave after you, I’d be as dramatic as possible.”

“Harry you’re mistaken,” I say. “Your funeral would be the exact same day.”

Harry laughs and kisses my hand, “Then we’d just find each other in the afterlife yeah?”

I lean towards him and kiss him tenderly, I try to stop myself but it feels like I’m falling and I remember Regan’s words as I cave and sneak him into my room, hushing him as he bumps into every possible piece of furniture. But I forget it all the second we get under covers only to find him gone the next morning with a text promising me coffee on my front porch.

***

“Kiss any hot guys over the weekend?” Harry whispers in my ear Monday morning. It was a couple weeks since I’d snuck him into my room and we had been seeing each other pretty regularly. Harry sat with Regan and I at lunch sometimes despite her glares, and threw me notes often in class that were just bad drawings. But there were days where he would be distant and I would see him flirting with another girl. I would have to scold myself then, even though I was in his bed half the time we never said where we drew the line. Although I felt what I felt, I couldn’t expect any more from him.

This past weekend, Regan and I had driven to a few universities she was interested in and I could potentially be interested in. We’d crashed at a friend’s dorm before driving back Sunday afternoon. It gave me a small thrill that Harry might have been thinking about me kissing other guys even though he didn’t text me once.

“That depends on what you define as a hot guy,” I tease as I turn around but Harry looks annoyed.

“Oh,” he stares. “So you had fun over the weekend?”

His annoyance rubs me the wrong way, he could flirt with people and do whatever he wanted but he was annoyed at a joke? “Lots, not that you would know since you went awol yourself.”

Harry raises a brow but I just shrug and turn to the front. He was probably hanging out with other girls, not that I should care. But when it’s confirmed when Regan shows me the instagram story of someone she follows, I click through and find he was indeed. The picture shows him, a girl from our basketball team, and Josslyn on the beach getting high. My stomach churns for the rest of the day but I don’t dare bring it up. I just tell him we needed a break, maybe the distance would stop the obsession.

***

Harry was throwing one of his parties on Friday. With his parents gone most of the time it was the perfect place to host our class. This morning when he told Regan and I to swing by, I’d lingered behind and we’d made up. I was still nervous about the party, even though Harry and I were on again.

At the party, I hang out with Regan, Adam, and his friends for a bit. I talk to a few other friends and see some unfamiliar face. Harry catches up to me halfway through and apologises.

“I got caught up with everyone,” he says, his words softened with alcohol. I had seen glimpses of him with his friends, seen him flirt with a few girls when he came in but he ended up with me here so I don’t hold onto it.

“That’s okay,” I place my hand without a drink on his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath. “You’re here now.”

He wraps his arms around me, “You’re staying the night right?” He whispers in my ear. It tickles and I giggle.

“As long as you don’t get too drunk.”

“So you won’t help me out if I get too drunk?” He pouts.

I laugh, about to say something but someone comes up to us in our private moment. Josslyn.

“Harry! Thanks for the invite!” Josslyn puts her arms out so Harry lets go of me to give her a hug. I try to wash away the possessive paranoia with my beer but I feel it creeping up. Josslyn glances over at me and I give her a smile.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly.

“Hi! You’re from the drive-in right?”

I was surprised she remembered me considering she didn’t even look at me that day. “Yeah, the same one.”

“Ooh,” she glances between us. “So are you two like dating or something?”

“Uhm...” Harry and I awkwardly look at one another as we try to find the right words. “Not really-“ I start to say as Harry says, “We just hang out...”

“That makes sense,” she flashes her eyes at Harry and I feel more insecure than ever. It reminds me that they did hang out together on the beach, maybe more often than I knew. Harry looks unbothered though. “So I can steal Harry away for a bit? You don’t mind? It’s been a while since we caught up!”

“I don’t own him,” I fake laugh even though I want to shout leave us alone liar!

I watch them leave, a sinking feeling in my stomach as Harry only glances my way before leaving. I stumble from group to group after that, finally locating Regan in a game of beer pong. I cheer her on and almost convince myself I was having fun but I continue to scan the room for Harry. My phone finally buzzes later in the night, Harry was upstairs asking me to come up.

“Harry?” I ask quietly as I knock on his door and peer around the corner. He’s laying on his floor shirtless and his room needs airing out. I sigh and open his window. “Where did you get the weed?”

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Harry says from the floor. “Where were you?”

“I was downstairs, at your party. You disappeared with Josslyn.” I can’t hide the edge in my voice.

“She shared her stash,” Harry says, his voice a low rumble. “We just talked about life.”

“Right, is this all she does?” It seemed Harry and her only ever got high together. “Did you want anything? I was watching Regan win and I’d like to go back if I’m here for no reason.”

“No wait,” he gets up slowly and walks to me, trying to kiss me but I pull away.

“I’m not interested right now Harry,” I push his arms off me. All I knew was he left with Josslyn and ended shirtless on his floor, high and alone. Who knows what they did.

“I was alone this whole time,” Harry tries to convince me. “She left a long time ago.”

“She left that too?” I point to a tanktop draped on his bed.

“That’s....that’s yours?” Harry says.

“Oh right, I forgot what my own fucking clothes look like.”

I stomp to the door but he calls out, “You’re making it a big deal! Nothing happened!”

I didn’t trust that. Not when he lied to my face like that.

***

At school on Monday, Harry tries to talk to me but I ignore him all morning. He forces me into an empty classroom and tries to win me over but I push him away as a teacher walks in and tells us to leave.

“Y/N,” Harry whines. “It’s not a big deal come on! She’s just an old friend!”

“Did you date her?” I demand, finally stopping by my locker.

“No I-we didn’t date. She’s just an old friend.”

“You keep mentioning,” I roll my eyes.

“Because it’s true, babe.” Harry touches my arm. “Listen. Nothing happened.” When I don’t respond he takes it as in invitation to ask if I wanted to do homework at his place after school. I tell him I’d see.

I end up going. We don’t do a lot of homework.

***

A couple weeks go by without a snag, I finally settle into a rythm for senior year and join the basketball team with Regan for our final year. I go over the endless decisions of what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, and on weekends, I would hang out with Harry at his place.

It’s our first game of the season and Regan and I are doing our warmups as we watch the bleachers fill with friends and our rival school.

“Will Harry be here?” Regan asks, although she still didn’t like him she had accepted she would see him from time to time.

“I thought he would. Maybe I should call him.”

I leave the loud gym and duck into the locker room. There’s only two other people, so I shuffle to the side and call Harry.

“Y/N,” he picks up on the fourth ring, he sounds out of breath. “What’s up?”

“Harry,” I say cautiously. “Where are you? I thought you were coming to our first game?”

“Oh shit uh yeah,” he sounds panicked. “I uh can’t-really uhm-.”

I hear a laugh and muffled noise, like Harry had dragged his microphone against his shirt. “Babe I can’t see you right now okay? I’ll swing by at halftime.”

“Oh okay...” before I can say anything he’d hung up. That was weird, unless I was overthinking it. But I remember the muffled noises in the back-he was with someone else.

I slowly put my phone back in my bag and look up, the one girl from my team, I think her name was Valentina. She stays near her locker but she’s obviously listening to my conversation. I don’t think much of it, and head out to find Regan. Screw Harry, we had a game to win.

I take my position as forward and Regan and I exchange fierce looks before smiling. I look around at our rival team, recognising a few from last year. And that’s when I realise why Josslyn looked familiar to me. She stands exactly diagonally from me, already looking at me-I remember her from semi-finals last year.

She narrows her eyes and I do a double take, maybe she was just being friendly competitive. But as the first quarter progresses, she gets aggressive, coming over to my side even when she should be on hers, and making sure to check me as she runs past. I glance at the referree but she doesn’t notice a thing. What was going on?

I ask Regan before the second quarter begins but she hadn’t noticed. She tells me she’d keep an eye out and once the whistle blows for halftime she runs up to me.

“She has it in for you, what did you do to her?” Regan whispers.

“Nothing!” I shout-whisper. “She’s an ‘old friend’ of Harry’s but I don’t know what I did to her...she hates me!”

“She wants to kill you Y/N, I have never-“

“Hey Y/N,” Regan’s interrupted by Harry who finally shows up. I continue drinking my water as he stands there uncomfortably. “Uh, I’m sorry I’m late?”

“Missing the first half isn’t late,” Regan pipes in for me. “It’s missing half the game.”

“Well...sorry for missing half the game,” Harry says but it doesn’t actually sound like he’s sorry. Just on the edge of annoyance. “Could I talk to you alone Y/N?”

I glance at Regan and let her know I was okay. She makes a show of being annoyed and goes to find Adam.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“To say I’m sorry,” Harry says again.

“About?” I raise my eyebrow. There was something he wasn’t telling me, everything about today was off from our phone call to the way Josslyn was attacking me on the court. Speaking of, I glance around and notice her staring at us.

“You know,” Harry doesn’t meet my eye. “Missing your first game and stuff.”

“Okay,” I watch the timer count down our halftime and I needed a water refill. “I’ll catch up with you later. Your ‘old friend’ Josslyn is here if you want to hang out with her!”

Harry stares at me like he’s trying to figure me out, my sarcasm lost on him. I raise my eyebrow which makes him stop. He kisses my cheek and walks to the bleachers. Weird.

***

When we switch sides, Josslyn must’ve negotiated with someone because she stands opposite me.

“Bring it on 15,” Josslyn calls me by my number as we wait for the whistle. She didn’t even know my name.

“Likewise,” I crouch down. “We don’t lose on home turf.”

“Too bad you already lost on home turf,” she says just as the whistle blows and she’s off. My head spins as I try to figure out what she meant and I end up missing a pass. My teammates shoot me a look and I try to focus. But Josslyn continues to taunt me and try to mess with me. By the end of it, we win by three and I gloat as much as I want to.

Until Valentina corners me in the changeroom.

“Hey, Y/N. I know we don’t talk much but can we talk? Girl-to-girl?”

I walk towards the windows and she follows. “What’s up Val?”

“I...don’t know how to say this. I’ve been friends with Harry for a while and Josslyn too...” As soon as I hear the name I realise it was her instagram Regan had shown me. And that’s why she was eavesdropping on the conversation. Her and Josslyn were friends. “...a couple times but you should know she doesn’t care he’s with you. I tried to tell her he had a girlfriend but she said he didn’t? I think they...hang out if you know what I mean.”

My ears ring as I stare at Val, what she’s trying to tell me. I couldn’t believe it, I’d been so stupid. Of course that’s what was going on.

“Thanks,” I say abruptly and turn around to grab my stuff from my locker. Letting Regan know I’d meet her at her car. My mind was heaving as everthing clicked into place. Harry’s party, Val’s stories that weekend I was away, how he had lied to my face...the other voice on the line when he said he couldn’t come to the first half. It was Josslyn. He was with Josslyn.

I’m still in my shorts, only having changed my shirt. But I storm out and find Harry at his car where he said he would be.

“Hey Y/N, where are we celebrat-“

“Josslyn,” I say and Harry shuts up. “You and Josslyn? Really? It’s one thing to do it and another thing to fucking lie to me for weeks!”

“Okay wait, can we talk somewhere-“

“No!” I shove Harry in his chest and he stumbles into his car. “I-I’m such an idiot! Everyone told me this would happen and I thought okay, he’s a player and a flirt but at least he doesn’t lie! But you lie like the truth is a chore, you’re scum just like everyone said you were!”

“Wait!” Harry shouts as I leave. “You can’t be this angry with me, it didn’t mean anything! And we aren’t even together Y/N!”

“You’re really playing that card?” I spin around. “We never drew the line but read the fucking signs Styles, I thought we made it clear how we felt. You didn’t even care at all did you?”

I ignore what he says and head back, towards Regan’s car to wait for her. People in the lot stare but I don’t care. And to make it worse, I walk past a group of the other team on my way to Regan’s car and Josslyn is one of them. She smirks and I want to strangle her.

“I told you you’d already lost,” she says as I shoot her a dirty look.

“It’s not called losing when he was never worth having,” I stick up my middle finger and use my rage to propel me the rest of the way without breaking down. As soon as I sit in Regan’s car, I break down. She doesn’t say anything, just turns up the music and we go for a drive.

***

Harry tries to speak to me. Through text or calls, he tries to pass me notes and tap my shoulder but Regan offers to switch seats and I accept it. I was torn between feeling absolutely nothing and wanting to cry into a tub of ice cream. Mostly I was angry, at Harry but also myself.

After practice on Thursday, I walk towards the bus stop with my gym bag bouncing off my knees. Regan couldn’t make practice so I didn’t have a ride, but I didn’t mind-I could use the time to clear my head....Until the very person I was trying to clear away falls into step with me. Harry.

“Y/N can we talk? You’re avoiding me and I feel really bad about what happened I just want to talk.”

“Nothing to talk about,” I pick up my pace.

“I’m sorry okay? I fucked up but we were never an item Y/N! We never said what we were. It didn’t mean anything with Joss.”

He hits the nail on the head, the same thing I was angry at myself about. I try to continue my steely silence but I couldn’t, not with the way he says her name.

“I know that Harry, we never said where we drew the line, but I’m sure you read the signs. You knew what we had was different. But I guess you had to go and ruin it just so you could get a quick fuck and I’m sure you had fun doing it too so I’ll leave you to her. I don’t care anymore.”

“Y/N wait don’t say that! Don’t give up on us! It-it wasn’t like that! I didn’t know...wait!” Harry falls behind as I continue speed walking but he catches up at the bus shelter. There’s no one else waiting so it’s hard to ignore him.

“Y/N, it just happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you, it just happened.”

I snort, not amused in the least. “You were hanging out with her whenever we were off, maybe when we were on too. It was bound to happen,” I turn and watch for the bus so I didn’t have to look at his face, “those things don’t just happen. They don’t.”

“Okay listen, we can take a break. If you want space I can give that to you. I hate fighting, Y/N you mean something to me. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I’m thinking now just please. I never said it before but you mean a lot to me, you’re different Y/N...I’m different around you and I-well I-“

“Harry,” I force him to stop. I didn’t want him to say the words out of desperation. Not like this. Not from him. I see the bus off in the distance, finally. “Harry you act like you’re the victim but you hurt me, you lied to me like telling the truth was a chore to you. You’re right though. I was never yours. I don’t want to fight...I just never wanna talk again.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something just as the bus pulls up. I turn to face him once more.

“Don’t call me, what we had...whatever is was, is over.” I turn as the doors open but not before saying: “I hope that it was worth it, fucking Josslyn.”

His mouth opens in disbelief, the same mouth I used to dream about when it wasn’t kissing me, and be consumed by when it was. The person I knew would ruin me but I thought might turn out different. The guy I toed a line with but will never cross. Especially not anymore.

I flash my card to the bus driver and hoist my bag onto my shoulder as I shuffle further into the bus. My legs ache from practice and my stomach rumbles as I sit. This was senior year, it’d been fun but this was my future. Harry wasn’t the kind of guy who was ever going to be in my future.

As the bus groans and moves forward, I look out the window. Harry sits at the bus stop with his head in his hands, maybe this was a turning point for him. Maybe he was going to change. Maybe he wasn’t. But I couldn’t stick around to find out. I decided I was going to move on, and leave him in the dust with his Josslyn.

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massivelycreepypineapple · 4 years ago

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Their Perfect Little Family

Request: Ahhhhh! So I am a regular reader on Tumblr & found your blog today! Your writing is beautiful and I loved it soooo much! And that surgeon Jensen fluff story? Omg❤️ I was curious if you can write gynac Jensen where it's his wife's delivery and he is her gynac and their whole 9 months journey? Like just small parts for everything, Injections, sonograms, cravings, sickness? Make it as a 3-4 parts series if you want or some small bits in a single one shot. Also please write if it's not too much ❤️

Pairing: Gynac!Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

Warning: So much FLUFF. Be warned guys! It’s sickening. One or two bad jokes too but I'm not sorry.

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. I learnt a lot about pregnancies and gynaecologists caz of all the research I did, which is why it took so long for me to get this out. Sorry bout that!

Feedback is always appreciated, y’all!

Word Count: 3987 (oops! hehe)

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Being married to one of the best ob-gyn in the country definitely had its perks. It sure got Y/N a wonderful penthouse that was on the 25th floor, a balcony with a killer view and a lifestyle that was definitely not bad. It wasn’t that she needed this to be happy, but it sure didn’t hurt. But the biggest perk of all was the comfort Y/N took in knowing that she and her baby were in safe hands with her husband.

It was only yesterday when she found out that she was pregnant. It wasn’t that she and Jensen were trying for a baby. The irony wasn’t lost on her. He delivered so many babies but they never talked about having one themselves. But that didn’t stop her from feeling joy at the prospect of being a mother. At the same time, to say that she was nervous of his reaction was an understatement. So when Jensen came home that night, she lost her nerve and decided to find a better way to tell him.

Which is why the next day she found herself at the hospital where he works and asked the receptionist for an appointment with him. She knew he didn’t have a lot of patients today and it would be the perfect time and the perfect way to tell him. Y/N sat in the waiting room, drinking water and flipping through a magazine when her name was called. She made her way into the room and saw Jensen typing away in his computer.

“Please take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment” He said very professionally and without looking up.

“Is that how you're gonna greet your wife, Dr. Ackles?” Y/N smirked at him.

She watched in amusement as he looked at her in surprise and a grin creeping onto his face. He quickly made his way around the table and hugged her. He kissed her softly on the lips.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Mrs. Ackles?”

“Can’t a girl simply make an appointment to see her husband?” She teased.

“She can,” He said with a smirk and wrapping his arms around her waist. “But she’ll be keeping him from some very important work.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll just have to put you to work huh?”

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

“I have an appointment with you, Jay.”

“Yes, I know” He said before frowning, “Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” He went behind his desk to look at her file for the first time that day. In which he noticed that she was here for a sonogram for being pregnant. Y/N watched his eyes go wide and she bit her lip, unsure of how he’d react.

“W-what” He whispered. He looked up at her and immediately made his way to her again. “Are you serious? How long have you known, Y/N?”

“Since yesterday, Jay. I wanted to tell you last night but I was nervous and scared. Then I figured I could surprise you here.”

He breathed out with a laugh. “We’re pregnant,” He said in awe. He quickly wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly. “This is amazing, sweetheart. I’m so happy!”

“I’m happy too, Jay.” Y/N replied tearing up.

He wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her deeply. He held her in his arms for a little bit longer.

“Let’s go get you that sonogram, yeah?”

“Yeah” She grinned.

________

30 mins later

Y/N found herself lying on the bed in the sonogram room. Jensen was setting up the monitor. She was nervous and so was he. She could see him fiddling with the thing and trying to set it up right. He was slightly cursing to himself due to nervousness. When everything was set up, he made his way with the gel and the scanner. He sat down on the stool beside her bed. The nurse had offered to help but he refused. This was his wife and his child. He wanted it to be just them. He pulled her t-shirt up, Y/N helped him out by pulling it higher.

“This is gonna be a bit cold.” He said before applying the gel to the scanner. But Jensen didn’t move. He kept staring at her tummy with a nervous look on his face.

“Babe” Y/N whispered to him. He didn’t budge. She grabbed his hand that was holding her t-shirt and only then did he get out of his trance and looked up at her.

“I-I’m scared, Y/N. That’s our baby in there. It’s one thing to do this for other patients, but this is ours.”

“I’m scared too, Jay. But this baby is going to be so lucky to have you as a father. It’s going to be okay.” Y/N sat up a little to place her palm on the side of his face. He leaned into it and they stayed like that for a couple of seconds with her caressing his face. It was calming to the both of them.

Jensen placed the scanner on her tummy, making her flinch a little because of the cold. The monitor in front lit up with a picture of their little bean and they could hear the heartbeat.

“You see right there?” Asked Jensen tearing up a bit and pointing to a small area on the screen. “That’s our little girl or boy.”

Y/N was sniffling. “It’s so small” She whispered, making him chuckle.

“Yeah. That’s our little pea, Y/N. You’re about 5 weeks along, sweetheart.” He said, looking into her tear filled eyes with a big smile.

_______

3rd month in

It was 4am and Y/N found herself throwing up her dinner down the toilet. It was all nice and exciting when they first found out about the baby. But as the third month rolled in, morning sickness was royally kicking her ass. She threw up once again into the toilet and right then she felt an arm wrap around her waist as the other pulled her hair back. She felt Jensen kneel behind her as he helped her through this ordeal.

“I hate this, Jay! When will this end?” She said sniffling.

“I know, honey. I know” He soothed her.

“It was supposed to end by now! You said three months!” She exclaimed.

“I know sweetheart. But sometimes it takes longer.” He kissed her temple.

Y/N puked one last time before getting up and washing in the sink. Jensen then led her back to bed and made her drink two glasses of water. He then crawled in next to her. She immediately turned around to become little spoon so Jensen could wrap her in his arms and place his hand on her growing stomach.

Ever since she started showing, Jensen had become more and more touchy. He loved placing his hands on her stomach, talking to the baby or even singing to it on some nights. He even got over protective of her. He worried about her constantly and made sure she drank a lot of water, much to her protest. But it was necessary to keep her hydrated. He noticed that her morning sickness was worse than what mothers normally go through. The doctor part of him knew that it was nothing too bad, but the husband and father part of him worried a lot.

The next day before leaving for home, he made sure to write a prescription for nausea tablets to help her out a little. He hated seeing her in such discomfort. He also in the last week rearranged his schedule to make sure he was at home with Y/N. She had the liberty to work from home but she didn’t realise that Jensen was home more than usual. Call it pregnancy brain or whatever. Or perhaps she just enjoyed it so much she didn’t question it. Until she didn’t…

Y/N was standing on the dining chair to get something from a high shelf. She wanted to do something nice for Jensen and decided to make his favourite. Just as she was about to grab whatever she needed, she heard the keys in the lock and the door open.

“Honey I’m home!” He chuckled.

“Hi baby!” She said, hoping he wouldn’t come into the kitchen just yet and see her. But of course, knowing him the first thing he always did was greet her with a kiss. Jensen came into the kitchen and froze. He immediately placed the medicine bag on the counter and rushed to her side.

“Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing this?!” He said irritated. He grabbed her waist and helped her down.

“God, Jensen! Stop babying me! I was fine! I just needed to get some stuff that’s all!” She snapped at him.

“It’s not fine! It won’t be fine if the chair topples over! It’s not just you okay? It’s our kid who’ll get hurt too!” He yelled.

“I know that! God you never let me forget! The damn nausea doesn’t let me forget! You’re always hovering around me. It’s like you’re home more than at work!” She yelled back. That’s when it hit her that it was only 3:30 in the afternoon and Jensen was home. “Why are you home so early, Jay?” She said her voice softer.

He sighed and rubbed his face. “I want to be here with you ok? So I rearranged my schedule a bit.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to do that. You’re a gynaecologist, Jay. You know I’ll be fine.”

He hugged her back and said softly, “I know. But I’ve seen mothers miscarry or sometimes it’s really touch and go for both of them. They fall and get hurt. I can’t have that happen to you or our little bean, Y/N.”

She hugged him tighter. “I didn’t realise it was harder for you. I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn and irritable.”

“It’s okay, you get to be. But please just save me the heart attack.” He said chuckling.

“Yeah okay” Y/N grinned at him before kissing his lips.

“Let’s order in tonight.”

_______

A week later

Jensen just finished with a patient and walked into the sonogram room. Y/N was waiting for him in there, ready to find out the gender of their baby. An intern, James, was setting everything up and making small talk with Y/N. Jensen was training him and he figured that he could help out with this.

“Hi, honey” Smiled Y/N “Ready for the moment of truth?”

“God, I’m nervous” Grinned Jensen.

“Me too” She smiled back.

He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. James got the scanner prepared and placed it on her stomach. The monitor lit up and showed their baby. Y/N was holding onto Jensen’s hand really tightly and his grip on her was no less hard.

“Congratulations guys, it’s a boy!” Grinned James.

“Thanks, James.” Whispered Jensen, not taking his eyes off the screen. He made his way where James was seated and patted his shoulder. James got the message and passed the scanner to him and left the room with a short goodbye to Y/N. Jensen took a seat and pressed the scanner back.

“Our baby boy, Jay” Whispered Y/N tearing up. “And he’s so much bigger than the last time.” She gave a watery chuckle.

Jensen grinned at her, “Yeah, he’s gonna grow up strong like his mamma.”

“He’s going to have the best daddy in the world.” She looked at him with such love in her eyes.

Jensen dropped the scanner and grabbed her face and kissed her hard and rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Y/N”

“I love you too, Jay”

__________

5th month in

“You need to eat healthy, Y/N. It’s good for you and Charles.” Said Jensen sternly holding a plate of green stuff in their kitchen. It was the weekend and they were both having a relaxing day in and Y/N was hoping for junk food and movies that night. But lately, Jensen was becoming this crazy ‘eat healthy’ advocate and it’s been driving her up the walls.

“Firstly Jay, we’re not calling him, Charles. He’s not related to the royal family for Christ’s sake. And secondly, keep that rubbish away from me and my baby.” She said crossing her arms.

“Hey! Charles is a fine name!” He exclaimed. “And no, you have to eat this, sweetheart. You promised to eat what I say if I go easy on your exercise.”

“Jay please!” She whined. “I had crappy green stuff for breakfast. I can’t do this again! I want tacos. Your son wants tacos!”

“Okay, how bout you eat this now, and I’ll make you tacos in the morning.” Jensen reasoned.

“No.”

“Y/N…”

“You eat that crappy stuff if you want but I’m making myself a bacon sandwich.” She said and began fixing herself a sandwich. “With loads of bacon!”

Jensen groaned at that. She loved testing him. Sure he could be a little overprotective. But he just wanted them healthy. Was that too much to ask? Does being a doctor have no value anymore? But she did have a point, the green stuff was crappy. He threw the thing away, “Make me one too”.

She smirked at him triumphantly and went about making what normal people considered food. “And definitely not Charles!”

____________

Few hours later

“Jay” Y/N whispered. It was 1am and they were in bed, Jensen fast asleep. “Jay” she said a little louder, making him mumble and wake up a little.

“Are you asleep?” She asked.

“Y/N, I love you. But I won’t hesitate to gag you.” He mumbled sleepily.

“But Jay, I want ice cream.”

“There’s some in the freezer, go and get it.”

“But that’s chocolate. I want pistachio.”

Jensen groaned louder at that. “Can you manage with chocolate? I’ll get you pistachio tomorrow.”

“But what if I don’t crave it tomorrow?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. Just eat the damn chocolate for now! I have an early day tomorrow.” He snapped lightly without meaning to, trying to get back to sleep.

Y/N huffed at him and began to sit up. She teared up at that. Pregnancy hormones were a real bummer. She had no control. She knew she was being unreasonable but she couldn’t help it. She felt guilty for putting Jensen through this, but at the same time she was annoyed with him for being so comfortable.

The bed shook a bit as she placed her feet on the ground, waking Jensen up again. He noticed her sniffling. He sighed a bit and got out of bed and made his way to her side. He kneeled down in front of her, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“It’s okay” She mouthed trying not to sob. But that didn’t last long and she started crying. Jensen immediately sat beside her and pulled her into his side and rubbed her back.

“Shh.. I got you. It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay.” He whispered to her, placing kisses on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know why i’m crying.”

“Don’t apologise, baby. It’s your hormones. They’re just a little out of whack right now.” He reassured her. “Just let go, honey. I got you. I’m sorry I snapped. I love you so much.”

He held her like that for a while until she calmed down. “Go back to sleep, Jay. You have an early day.”

“Nope, you come first right now. I’m going to get you some pistachio ice cream okay?” He said getting dressed.

“Can I come with you? I don’t want to be alone” Y/N asked hesitantly.

Jensen gave her a big smile. “Midnight snack with the mother of my baby? How could I say no?”

He gave her his sweatshirt to wear and helped her up to the main door. On the way Y/N stopped suddenly wincing slightly. Jensen panicked, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I-I think I felt a kick” She whispered. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. And as if the baby could feel his dad, he kicked once more. Jensen’s whole face lit up at that. He was grinning so wide. He dropped to his knees and kissed her tummy. “God, this is amazing.” he then began talking to his baby, “Hi, there little man. It’s your daddy. I can’t believe you kicked for the first time. Your mamma and I love you so much, my little pea. We can’t wait to meet you.”

Y/N was tearing up again but this time it was because of the overwhelming love she had for her husband. Watching him talk to her belly so softly, this was it for her. Her perfect family. She didn’t think she could fall in love with Jensen anymore, but this moment right here. She fell in love all over again, the ice cream long forgotten.

_________

7th month in

Y/N was sitting on the hospital bed in Jensen’s room. She was due for her first TT shot and she was not happy about that to say the least.

“Why are we doing this again?” She asked.

“So you and the baby are safe from diseases. It’s a preventative measure, sweetheart.”

“Jay you know how I feel about needles.” She said, staring wide eyed at the monstrosity in his hand.

He wiped her left arm with a cotton swab, making her flinch. “I know, I’m right here and I’ll be gentle. It’s only a tiny prick.”

“How bout we do this later?” She asked nervously.

“Just relax, baby. The more you relax your muscles the less it’ll hurt. Trust me.” He smiled at her sweetly. He kissed her lips hard making her relax a little. “That’s better.” He said.

“Do you calm all your patients this way, Jay?” Y/N asked, dazed from the kiss.

“Only the ones I’m having a baby with.” He teased, before sticking the needle in her slowly.

“Jay!” She exclaimed from the sudden pain, not too loud but enough to show her distress.

“It’s over. See?” He said pulling it out and cleaning up. He sat back down beside her and placed a hand on her stomach. She was getting bigger and he loved it so much. “Now you and little pea are going to be just fine.”

“That was more than a prick, Jay! You’re such a prick yourself!” She pouted at him, making him laugh and kiss her pout away.

“That was such a terrible pun, sweetheart. Besides, You’re fine. You just need one more two weeks from now and then no more shots for you.”

“Oh hell no, Ackles! Stay away from me!” she glared at him and wobbled out the room. Jensen shook his head at her retreating form and laughed a little. He wasn’t worried, he knew he’d be able to get her back in for one more. God, she was adorable.

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8th month in

Jensen had taken leave until the baby arrived and a little longer. Both of them were getting nervous as they got closer to 9 months. They baby proofed the whole house and began setting up the baby room. Y/N was at the last mile of the pregnancy and it was not fun. Her ankles were swollen like crazy and her back was constantly in pain. Her need to pee became quite frequent, disrupting her peace. She got more emotional and poor Jensen took the brunt of it. But he took it happily understanding what she was going through.

One afternoon Jensen was called into work despite his holiday. It was an emergency and being head of the department it required his presence. But he didn’t want to leave Y/N alone in the house so he figured she’d be safer with him at the hospital where there are professionals to help her if needed.

That’s where Y/N found herself, bored to death and she sat in his office reading a book. An hour later and there was still no sign of Jensen. She decided to take a small walk to stretch her legs. As she was walking around occasionally greeting familiar faces, she felt a small pain in her abdomen. Jensen had already told her about false labor and what to expect from it. But that still didn’t prepare her for the shock and mild panic. She leant against the wall and clutched her stomach as the pain came again. One of the nurses noticed her discomfort and helped her to a couch. She paged Dr. Ackles and sat with her until he arrived.

10mins later Jensen got to her and helped her to his room. He made her lie down on the bed and felt around her abdomen, making sure it was just Braxton Hicks and nothing serious. He smiled softly at her and kissed her forehead once he made sure.

“It’s just Braxton Hicks, baby. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?! That motherfucker hurt!” She glared at him.

He raised his hands in defence, amused at her, “It’s just your body preparing itself for the actual birth.” He explained.

“Jeez, can’t wait for that.” She said getting up. “Can we go home now, Jay?”

“Yeah sweetheart, let’s go”

Man, her mood swigs are going to be the death of him.

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9th month in

Y/N was reading a book on the couch in the living room while Jensen fell asleep while watching tv. The due date was almost here and they were as prepared as can be. They had the hospital bag ready to go. Jensen let the hospital know that he’d be the one delivering his child. No one else was allowed near his wife’s vagina. His words exactly. Now all they had to do was wait till their son was ready to come out. They hadn’t decided on a name yet. But they weren’t too worried about that. They’d figure that out eventually.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt a warm wetness run down her leg. Her eyes widened when she realised what happened.

“Jay!” She yelled, but the man slept like a log. She threw a pillow at him and he woke up groggy.

“What? What happened?”

“Jay, my water broke!”

“Oh.. well then fix it.” He said, without thinking and in a sleep induced haze snuggling back into the sofa.

Y/N was taken aback by his reaction. “My husband, the great doctor, ladies and gentleman!” she exclaimed. “Jensen, my water broke! Your son wants to come out! NOW! STAT!” She yelled at him. That did it. It was quite comical the way he sprung out of the sofa and rushed to her.

“What?! Why didn’t you say that!?” He shouted. Making her laugh at him.

They rushed to the hospital, Jensen parted ways with her for a little bit to get prepped. Y/N was taken to the delivery room and they got her into a hospital gown and ready for birth. She wasn’t fully dilated yet and the contractions were getting more and more painful. Jensen sat with her the entire time, checking every so often to see if she was good to go.

“You know”, began Y/N she was all woozy from the pain, medication and tiredness. “Your profession really helps with the sex.”

Jensen laughed at that and blushed a little. “It sure does, sweetheart.”

“We did good making our baby boy” She mumbled. “It was so much fun.”

“Alright Y/N, let’s meet our boy, hmm? Push when I tell you to, baby” He said.

After hours of tiresome labour, they finally had their baby boy with them. The nurse took him away for a bit to clean him up and Jensen was tearing up as he made sure Y/N was alright. He kissed her lips before saying, “You did such an amazing job, baby. I’m so proud of you. Love you.”

“I love you so much, Jay.”

The nurse placed their son in Y/N’s arms and left. The two of them sat in awe looking at the little bundle. Their beautiful son was here and well. And Y/N realised just how lucky she was to share this experience with her husband, who got to deliver their son.

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intothewickedwood · 3 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x12 Murder Most Foul

Oh! This is a Charming centric, I think? Awesome!

Aww! Baby David and James!!

So James was named before he was adopted. Interesting that George and his wife chose to keep that name.

I wonder which twin is older. I think I’ve said this before. I hc that David is younger by a few minutes.

Omg Ruth pointed a knife at Rumple for trying to take one of her sons. 

That really must be an impossible decision. 

Rumple gave him the coin! 

I forgot they went by heads or tails. I thought David was just Ruth’s favourite.

Uggggh! That’s so horrible! It hurts!

Creepy ghost is creepy!

Archie! I miss seeing Archie more. I wonder if he has any trauma from when Killian kidnapped him. And now he’s his therapist!

Snowing miss each other so much!

David is going through the motions today! 

Neighbouring king? I always thought Ruth and David lived in King George’s kingdom. Do you think that if King George knew about David as well, he would have adopted him too, by force if he had to, in order to keep the secret? I think he would have. If someone saw another boy looking exactly like the prince, then they may have said something. Though, would it have to be a secret? Were they allowed to have adopted heirs in their realm? I mean, Regina would have made Henry heir to her throne and then she is not Queen due to line of succession even though she was born a princess. Couldn’t King George change the law if he wanted? It may have been an issue if the secret was the reason he wanted to kill David’s father. Oh, in England it’s been illegal for centuries apparently. That is beyond stupid! What are you gonna do if the next in line to the throne is asexual or gay and wants to adopt or just wants to only adopt? Not that I’m a fan of the concept of royalty in the real world but that’s straight up discrimination! Laws may be different in the EF though. I just can’t remember why George wanted to kill David’s dad. 

Awww look at little David!!

Omg he’s adorable!!

David, honey, you need to get some sleep. I know you miss Snow, but you probably haven’t slept in ages! 

Maybe David is seeing things that aren’t there. I always start seeing things that aren’t there when I haven’t slept, especially spiders. I f***ing hate spiders. 

Talking to a dead significant other’s alternative self must be so weird. Are they trying to court over stories of the original Robin? *whispers* That’s kinda weird.

Zelena, what the hell? That’s not even his child. Calm down, girl. 

I mean, I guess she is biologically his child. When an identical twin is an uncle, do they have dna matches as if they were the biological father also? I’ve probably asked this before. And then when it comes to alternate versions of the same person, don’t they share 100 per cent the same DNA? So biologically Robin Jr. may be Wish Robin’s child. The same goes for Original Hook and Alice and Wish Hook and Hope, I suppose. I wonder if the Hooks would act like uncles to the kids that aren’t technically theirs. 

Zelena, that was so random.

That’s not even the Nottingham you know, Robin! 

Was this what original Robin meant about having a dark past, or something. Was he like this before?

I wanna see Emma and Henry’s canoeing trip!! If there are any edits of this, please point me to them! 

Wait, there’s another curse Emma wants to break? I can’t remember there being one. What happened this time? Oh! Her parents’ sleeping curse! I thought there was another dark curse I’d missed. That could have very well been the case.

“I’d do anything to see my boy and tell him I’m sorry.” You can see Rumple felt that because it’s exactly what he wants to do. He doesn’t even need a hair from his head, he’s just trying to keep his image up. Really he’s helping him for free because he knows what that pain is like. Yep, he threw it away!

Rumple: “Someday, may we all be reunited with our sons.”

You go canoeing Emma! You guys have fun!

Why didn’t Regina give those hearts back once she decided to turn over a new leaf? I know she said she took so many she lost track but if everyone who’s heart was taken came forward, they might be able to figure it out through trial and error.

She really was hoping to get with this Robin so that they could be part of each other's fresh starts. But wouldn’t that feel like a betrayal to the other Robin? It’s kinda like replacing him with a copy. 

Oh snap! They kissed! Regina, don’t do this, girl. It’s too weird.

He’s stolen something, hasn’t he.

Pleasure island makes me feel so uneasy. I used to be terrified of Disney’s Pinocchio. Pleasure island is just creepy in that movie.

I hate the fact that they put Pinocchio in the flashback of this episode so much. If we’re to assume this puppet is physically 6 or 7 then he’s probably older than David! He must have remained physically a 6 or 7 year old puppet for at least 20 years. I liked him being closer to Emma’s age. Why did they retcon this? And this Pinocchio has so much more attitude than the young Pinocchio we’ve seen in previous episodes.

I love James’ Prince outfit! It’s so cool! Omg! I’ve just realised it’s the same outfit the prince wears in the Snow White Disney movie!! How have I not realised this before?!

James doesn’t want to kill things! George completely manipulated him. He had a good heart and why would George do this to his frightened son?? And he’s only 6! So cruel!

Nope. That doesn’t make sense. No way August took the pages about Pinocchio out of the book. Henry had already read the whole book by then. The whole idea was that August added the story of Pinocchio to help Emma figure things out or something. Henry said the Pinocchio story wasn’t there before when he got his book back. 

David, no!

I feel so sad for James. He’s just a kid. Leave him alone! Let him run through the forest and sing to birds, as Disney princes should. George basically got James killed. Just be a decent father, George and don’t be so cruel to your own freaking son. Jeez! I bet he was a horrible, controlling husband too. He is so controlling! 

Random thought but I kinda ship James with Zelena. They both had terrible fathers. Zelena had two! I wonder if she ever met her other dad. Would she have pulled a Tom Riddle and killed him? 

David’s dad stood his ground. He was told of James’ father’s abuse and tried to protect James, even knowing he would pay dearly. And then afterwards no one was left to protect James. Maybe his mother did before she died and maybe that’s when George began trying to force him to become a knight. I like to think his mother was loving to him until she died when he was young like Zelena’s was. They got a taste of unconditional love in their early years and then it was torn away from them and replaced with control and/or contempt.

This guy has just told James he is his biological father, George acknowledges this and then tells them to kill him in front of Janes?! How freaking heartless!

Look how angry David was when he thought he’d found the man who killed his father. Then when he realises it was Killian he’s like “it’s all cool bruh. We chilling at Granny’s tonight?” Let. The. Charmings. Express. Their. Anger. And. Pain. It’s like Regina and Killian are Gods to them who can do know wrong, require instant forgiveness and nothing must be spoken against them. As for other villains, good freaking luck! And if your one of the Charmings or considered a hero from the start, if you so much as look at someone the wrong way you are the worst most evil villain in existence. Like Eva. Due to her deeds, which I agree weren’t nice, Regina considered her the villain as compared to freaking Cora. What??! She was the bully in that situation, yes, but how can you compare her misdeeds to Cora’s?!

David, bby!! I’m sorry! I love you! 

Oh Lord, I’m crying!

I want to hug David so badly!

David says he doesn’t know if he has a way to repay Killian, Killian says he may have an idea and then asks for David’s blessing. Like, “Yeah you can repay me! Repay me with your daughter’s hand in marriage, suckkker!!”

Hey! I’ve kissed many photographs of my dog! And if you believe hard enough, they will walk through the photo into your living room and frighten the sh*t out of you!

Called it! He did steal something.

Interesting choice for August to give Killian the pages with him killing David’s dad. He should have given them straight to David. Maybe that’s what Wish Pinocchio meant when he said that Emma put her faith in him and that he hopes she never does that again. I love August but maybe Blue imbued him with some of her shadiness when she turned him into a real boy.

And Killian was naughty to look at those pages. Or maybe that moment wasn’t part of those pages. Maybe Killian just recognise the face of the man he ruthlessly killed!

The thing is, why would Killian care if he saw him kill the King’s men? He’s spent years rebelling against royalty. I’m sure he’s known by now. 

Killian must be taking one of his trips from Neverland ordered by Pan at this point.

The heartlessness! He hears the man has a family and a child, he believed him and then kills him horribly afterwards. This has got to be one of the evilest things Killian ever did. And it’s Emma’s grandfather!!

Even one of his crewmates is look looking at him like “Wtf.” It makes me so angry. Don’t get me wrong, I actually think it was a great twist, but I hate how it was handled. I hate that David, who was so hurt by this didn’t get to express his anger at Killian towards him or at all. That’s just not realistic. I guess he was following how Snow forgave Regina for killing her father. But even that took many years, not freaking minutes!

At least tell Emma.

Is that ring getting smaller the more I look at it or am I high on my meds? 

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat 6x12 #6x12 murder most foul #david nolan #prince charming #august booth #august w. booth #pinocchio #prince james #ouat s6 #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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blondekasp · 4 years ago

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Pls tell me about reddie cuddling positions 🥺🥺

omg yes i love talking about this 🥺

so i think their cuddling positions vary depending on the day, and where they are

usually when they’re on the sofa eddie sits between richie’s legs and leans his head back on richie’s shoulder to give easy access for if richie wants to kiss him on the forehead while he wraps his arms around eddie’s stomach

he likes to feel like he’s keeping eddie safe (he thinks that’s something he’s gonna need for the rest of his life after seeing pennywise take eddie’s left arm from him)

however sometimes when it’s really late at night and they’re at that point where they’re sleepy but can’t be bothered moving, they can be found with eddie lying down on the sofa, and richie on top of him with his head on eddie’s chest

richie calls himself eddie’s blanket and says that eddie is his pillow in return

i think that they like to spoon in bed and perhaps this is controversial 😩😳 but i love eddie being the big spoon!! in richie’s past relationships he’s always been the bigger of the two so he’s never really gotten to experience being the one gets held rather than the one who holds the other because none of his past girlfriends asked if he would have liked to try it

and honestly until eddie asks, richie doesn’t know it‘s something he wants

“hey, rich, do you want me to cuddle you tonight?” eddie asks one evening, maybe a year and a half after he moves to california to be with richie

it takes them a long while to work up to intimacy with each other, and they’re still getting there with the help of therapy from professionals

“what do you mean, eds? we cuddle every night, now.”

“no, i know—i mean, wouldn’t you like to try letting me hold you for once instead of the other way around?” eddie watches richie begin to understand what he means, but he continues before richie has the chance to accept or decline, “i know that it’s important to you, being able to protect me, but i hope you know i always feel protected with you, regardless of the situation.” eddie takes the oppurtunity to tuck richie’s hair away from his face

“let me hold you to sleep, Rich, i promise if you hate it we don’t have to do it again, i just think you’ll be glad you tried it.”

and eddie’s right because it really is a wonderful feeling, eddie’s bare chest up against his back is so intimate that his body warms with it, he’s craved this kind of contact for so long without even realising it

plus eddie gets to kiss the back of his neck as much as he wants and gently squeeze his hip to make him laugh

richie certainly has days where he feels like he needs to curl up around eddie to make sure he’s safe but he’s an absolute sucker and will melt for the way it feels to have eddie cuddling him to both of their hearts’ content

sorry for any typos i’m half asleep hdkejdk

#ask #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie headcanon #reddie hc #toothlesshat #askhc #beep beep saph

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lucisfavoritedemon · 4 years ago

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Omg! Just saw you write Percy too! This is literally a dream come true, if it's not too much of a bother it would be so cool for an enemies to lovers fic with him! (one shot is cool) I'm literally one of your biggest fans now lol

Awe thank you! Its not a bother at all. I'm so glad you found something on there that you like. I also decided to do this one first because you seemed really excited about it. I really hope you enjoy!

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(Gif not mine)

Warning: angst and some swearing.

Percy Weasley. There's a names that could make your blood boil in seconds. The goody two shoes. Never did anything wrong. Perfect grades. Oh how you despised him, yet you couldn't help but want him all to yourself. You'd do anything to get him to see you as more than a trouble maker. To be completely honest though, you only did it to get some alone time as he walked you down to McGonagall's office.

You'd been in detention so many times at this point it wasn't a surprise to any of the teachers when you walked into their room for them to put you to work. The thing was though, they never knew why you would rebel and get out of bed, or get in fights, for, grade wise, you were a perfect student.

But it was all due to one person. Percy. He did something to you that made you want to rebel and lash out. You don't know why. You just knew that something in you wanted to show him that even the perfect score students could have a little fun. Even if your fun was picking fights and sneaking out of bed, but you did it for him. Not cause he asked you, but because you craved the little moments of his cute little face looking all disappointed when he finds you wandering the halls after curfew.

"Oh don't be so shocked." You'd always say, but he was. He was always shocked.

One particular day you had picked 3 fights with other house members. You knew why, and you hated yourself for it, but you couldn't help it. They teased you about you liking Percy and that you're just looking for attention in the wrong place.

"Percy Ignatius Weasley is a bloody bastard who deserves nothing but to rot!"

You hear someone clear their throat and you knew you were in for it. You didn't care. The feelings you had you couldn't hide for much longer. And the longer you did the more detentions you got.

"Y/n, come with me please," you groan hearing your name roll off his tongue so easy, so full of disappointment.

You follow him though. Like you always did. This time was different though, you didn't know why it felt that way. That was until he started taking you the long way McGonagall's office, but before you got there he stopped and turned to face you.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" The tone was very different. Kind and caring almost.

"What does it matter to you?" You snapped.

"I hate always bringing you to her office knowing your punishment. How can you be okay with that? A girl with your skill level should be studying not cleaning or grading or doing anything else. You're going to throw your life away."

"What does it matter to you? I'm my own person and the fights are because I'm sticking up for myself. The sneaking out is nothing more than to get a rise out of you."

"What do you have against me?"

"Everything! You're so perfect and righteous. You think you own the whole school. That you're better than everyone else. I bet you could get away with anything it you really wanted to. You're such a teachers pet it's disgusting."

"You have me completely wrong then. I HAVE to be perfect and righteous. I can't be like my younger brothers who have horrible scores and live off of pulling pranks on people. I would like to be able to enjoy my life like they do, but I can't. My mother has put so much pressure on me to be a good influence that I'm basically a laughing stock. No one understands me. I thought when I met you, that you would, that someone could finally understand me. Then, I took you to your first detention and everyone single one after that and it broke me. Seeing someone with your potential throwing it away because some girls are being prissy and stuck up? I expected more from you." He confessed looking at you differently. You cod definitely tell he's never told anyone this before. Your heart wanted to melt and hug him, but your mind kept saying keep up the act.

"Why are you telling me this? My parents don't expect anything from me anymore. I don't get letters from them anymore. They don't care what I do anymore. They don't. So be lucky your mother does." You begin to walk to the to McGonagall's office.

"So that's it? You're going to rat yourself out to our head of house?"

You had to turn and look at him for a second. Thinking he really didn't just say that. "Could you repeat?"

"I know you heard me, and yes. I want to know what it feels like to live on the edge a little. So I'm letting you off this time. J can't do this all the time, but once in a while if it's girls teasing you because you like me, I'll let it slide."

"Percy Weasley can actually be nice?" You giggled to yourself earning a smile from him.

"Get to class before you're late and a teacher assigns you to detention." He walks away leaving a huge grin on your face. You knew you could have some fun with this.

For months you two would play your little game. You'd sneak out and just talk on your way to McGonagall's, but every once in a while you'd find him and sneak around so he could bring you back to Gryffindor house. Soon, you grew fond of him. Loving just being able to actually talk to him rather than him glare at you in disappointment. You were content with the way things were.

You knew you couldn't hide how you felt for much longer. He knew he couldn't either.

"Y/n, wait..." He said his voice trailing as if something were really bothering him.

"Yes?" You stop walking to the door of the oh so familiar office.

"Why are you doing this?"

"It started as a game then...turned into something more." You weren't happy about the feelings you let blossom, but you weren't disappointed either.

"What game?"

"The game if how long would it take for Percy Weasley to realise I did it all for him." You confessed, but the fact that he could get you to fall apart like that. Like putty in his hands.

"You're saying you did this to spite me?" He was confused now and getting mixed signals.

"Not spite. For him to notice me. Maybe realise there were better intentions than picking fights and sneaking out. That maybe through all the reasons I found to despise him. That I actually liked him."

Percy looked at you differently this time. Different than he has ever looked at you before. He looked at you and you saw nothing but compassion and pure kindness.

"I see it in your eyes too. So, the decision is with you now. I gave my side." You said not knowing whether you were misreading the situation or if he felt the same.

"You have to promise me one thing then?" He asked making your stomach flip in excitement.

"Of course."

"No more detention? I can't date someone who is always getting into trouble that wouldn't look good for me." He chuckles lightly as you giggle.

"Okay. Tonight is the last time I have detention then."

He smiles, "good."

You walk into the office feeling happy and content.

Later that night Percy is sat waiting for you to take you back to Gryffindor house. He took your hand in his. You were happy for once the whole time you'd been at Hogwarts. You finally had someone you felt you could confide it. He felt he finally had someone he could completely open up to, and it felt so right, and wonderful, and utterly perfect.

#percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter

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mitchmarnier · 5 years ago

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writing prompt masterlist #1

Of course, there’s 75 million prompt lists out there but i figured there’s nothing wrong with making my own. Send me a category + a number + a pairing and i’ll write you a fic. Okay to reblog and use :) (x)

Fake/Secret/Etc Dating AUs:

my parents keep setting me up on blind dates but in reality I’m dating you and it’s so you help me get out of them

i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

i’m mad at my parents so i ask you out because they wouldn’t approve of you and you’re well aware that i’m just using you but you agree because you find it funny but hey you’re actually super sweet

there’s this really creepy person hitting on me and i don’t know you but you pretending to be my partner completely saved my ass thanks how about i buy you a drink

we’re just really touchy friends and we get each other gifts all the time but everyone thinks we’re going out and we let them think that but why are you getting upset about me going on a date we’re not actually together?

I’m sorry you always thought your love for me was unrequited but on to more important matters YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING SO YOU HAVE A DECISION TO MAKE YOU ASSHOLE!

Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk

everyone thinks we hate each other and we keep that front up in public, so we have hilarious pretend fights and squabbles and pranks

when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this

friends to lovers aus

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

Celebrity/Famous AUs

listen, you may be a famous (and extremely attractive) guitarist, but that gives you no right to practise on the electric at two a.m when we live right next to each other.

We broke up and I used my feelings to write songs and now I’m super popular and you want me back

we decided to make a fake vlog drama for our subscribers and they all think it’s real but jokes on us we end up actually liking each other

I run a prank channel and you were some innocent bystander I pranked for a video but then it turns out hey, you’re also famous online haha shit

we met and started talking but i didn’t know you were a rising star until i noticed cameras following me wtf

you’re a reporter and i think you’re super cute so i’ll only give you personal interviews to help your career and also get you to talk to me more

I’m a celebrity and I have a secret social media account and we started talking online and now we’re close friends but you want to meet up oh shit

I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten

You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

wedding/kids/marriage/long term relationship AUs

we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding

remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is

i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car

I suddenly bumped into you after years and wow you look good but holy crap is that a kid?? since when?

you had a breakdown because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you kept saying how you weren’t ready and how you couldn’t do it

whenever my kid starts crying I just hand them to you and then they just stop and start smiling

“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”

i always tease you because that’s just our thing we tease each other but for some reason you snapped at me and are you okay? what’s wrong?

my in-laws despise me GREAT but around you they’re super nice so you don’t believe me

neighbours AUs

You always complain about how loud I am (whether it be TV, video games or music/musical instrument is up to you) and this is the first time you’ve actually knocked on my apartment door and given me a lecture there rather than giving me a phone call, but I’m not really listening because I didn’t realise I had such a cute neighbour

you never open your door for children on halloween so i always pay the kids to smear your door with shaving cream

my printer isnt printing anymore and my papers are due tomorrow so im on my knees in front of your door begging to use your printer when the old lady from above passes us and thinks im proposing to you

we always run into each other on the stairs but we’ve never said more than hello but when we found out that we both hate the other neighbours, we became friends

i came home drunk and wouldnt stop knocking on your door. when you open i keep telling you to get out of my apartment

after a rough party night i find you sleeping on the stairs but since im still a little asshole all i do is put a blanket over you and a pillow under your head

Please help me, I know you have a kid and my sibling just dropped their baby on me where’s the button to put them to sleep?

I’m stressed and sleep-deprived, please let me pet your cat.

I have really weird dreams and you have really weird dreams so now we’re in this contest to see who has the weirdest dreams.

Strangers/Meet Cute (or meet very NOT cute) AUs

We were sitting next to each other in a public place and I saw a mosquito on you and my instincts just acted before my mind.

We mixed up our clothes at the laundry service and I have nothing left to wear and every thing you wear is too big/small for me.

We’re at a comic book store and if you tell me your superhero is better than mine I’m gonna have to punch you in the teeth.

There are no table left at this restaurant and you let me sit at yours since you’re alone.

I’m a single grown-up with busy friends but I want to go to Disneyland so I drop a message on a forum to find someone like me to go wear silly Mickey ears headband and stuff ourselves with cotton candy.

My computer broke down so I called an IT and now I need to find a reason to call them back so I delete important files and download adwares and do all kinds of stupid things.

I almost dropped something and in my fumbling attempts to stop it from hitting the floor I accidentally projectiled it at your face and it’s a really nice face I’m so sorry

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

college/high school AUs:

i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked.

we’re in the same study group but we dont talk but you brought goldfish and im starving

we have the same notebook and we took the wrong ones home so i used your notes on my open book test

you were my elementary school crush but you moved away but somehow we end up miraculously going to the same college and i barely recognized you because holy hot damn you are more attractive than i remember?

I tripped over on my way to this party and I’m bleeding profusely from the grazes on my knees and you’re a complete stranger that pretty much jumped me the second I walked in the door to play nurse

ive had a crush on you for 3+ years and now youre going out with my best friend and i definitely havent locked myself in a toilet cubicle to cry

We’re in different debate classes and I was constructing a case on the board and I come in the next morning and you’ve replied to all my points really well?? But I don’t even know your name? And oh shit, we’re taking over the entire whiteboard, is that your phone number squeezed into the corner of the board there?

You have braces and I don’t and I keep forgetting you’re not allowed to have gum so every time I offer, you give this death glare

You sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to prom on the day of prom and I’m not in town

I’m a notorious goody two shoes and you look like you get into fights on a daily basis, so when you were in the library on the first day I was supposed to be a tutor, I assumed I’d be tutoring you. But, as it turns out, we’re both tutors, and the people we’re tutoring keep blowing us off to make out and we have to go round them up

we have a mutual best friend but they cannot find out how much i like you then they’ll tell you, but i need to find out if you’re single!

I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious

You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close

soulmate aus

if one soulmate gets an injury, the other gets it as well.

Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate.

the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born

when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or something

you have a compass on your wrist and it directs you to where your soulmate is

i usually think i’m having a conversation with myself in my head but it turns out we’re telepathically connected

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate

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