#i think we should hit this guy with a hammer. maybe two of them even

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first ever drawing i did of travis (except i fixed it a bit)

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas fics: Day One Decorating (Poly!Sinclair Brothers)

Hello all and welcome to my first 12 days of Christmas fic event! This is going to span from the 13th to the 24th to make 12 days even. With fics going up on both the 13th and Christmas itself. I came up with this idea back when Fictober was happening so I've been really excited to get it out to you guys, I hope you enjoy your Christmas present! <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluffy, no specific pronouns or descriptions of reader used. This is a Poly fic so if you aren't into that then this isn't the fic for you. SFW.

"Oh come on Bo please!" you pleaded from your spot on the couch. Bo sighed dramatically.

"Darlin' no, It's a stupid idea. who is even gonna see it ?" Bo questioned. You had asked Bo if you and your boys could decorate Ambrose for Christmas this year and maybe even the main house too.

"You, Vinny and Les would see it! plus Les thinks it's a great idea" You argued back.

"Honey of course Les thinks it's a good idea, He's not gonna be the one who's gotta clean it up" He deadpanned.

"No the four of us would put it up together and take it down together, I promise, We could start a new Sinclair family tradition with it!"

Bo rolled his eyes at you and took another drink out of his beer as the front door swung open revealing Vincent coming back from a day at the museum.

"Vinny!" You exclaimed jumping up to hug him "Don't you think we should decorate for Christmas?" you asked him, he shrugged.

"Why?" He signed "No ones around to see it" You groaned and Bo chuckled.

"Thank you Vince, that's exactly what I said" Bo snickered from the couch.

"Vinny WE would see it though! We could start a new family tradition and actually have fun for once instead of working all the time. Lester's already on board with it and if you're with us then we outvote Bo"

Now it's not clear if your convincing worked on Vincent or he was fueled by sibling rivalry and just wanted to oppose Bo. Either way with that, he was convinced.

"Yeah sure, sounds like fun" Vincent signed to you, you grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you Vinny" You said pressing a kiss to the cheek of his mask then turning to look at Bo with a smug grin painting your face.

"It's now 3 against one Bo and the ball is in your court" You said smugly. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I'm the only adult in Ambrose, Ya'll 3 are children" He muttered "Fine, if you want to decorate have at it, but like you said I'm not going to be the only one taking it down when Christmas is over"

You walked over to Bo and planted yourself onto his lap for a moment to press your lips against his.

"Thank you baby" You said gratefully once you pulled apart. Bo tried to hide his grin as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

"Yeah, It's whatever"

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"We look like fuckin' idiots" Bo grumbled from his spot on the ladder.

"You said it yourself Bo, it's not like anyone can see you besides us" You snickered from your spot on the ground, making sure Bo and Lester hung the lights straight.

Vincent stood next to you with a light sweater on and one in his hands just incase you needed it, despite Louisiana's lack of cold weather in the winter.

"Sweet pea does it look good?" Lester called from his ladder opposite of Bo's as they held the lights up to the roof of the house.

"Yeah it looks perfect Les" You called back, the two men nodded and started hammering the lights into the house.

"Vinny did you start making those candles I asked you for?" You asked him, He nodded.

"Yeah their almost done, just need to put the etchings in them like you wanted" He signed.

"Perfect Vinny, and we've found the old Christmas tree up in the attic right?" Vincent nodded.

"Yeah all the indoor decorations are still up there, mixed with mine and Bo's junk" He signed once more.

"Dammit Les can't you hold the lights straight!" Bo yelled sucking on his thumb from where he hit himself with the hammer.

"Sorry Bo! I didn't mean it!" Lester exclaimed biting back a laugh at his older brother's misery.

You smiled at their antics before motioning for Vincent to follow you inside to work on the Christmas tree. The boys had taken the liberty of moving the tree and a majority of the decorations into the living room for you to pick through.

Vincent helped with the heavy lifting of setting the tree itself up, while you went through all the ornaments. You smiled to yourself finding the ornaments the boys had made when they were kids.

One particular ornament caught your eye, it was a photo of all three Sinclair brothers before they were separated into foster homes. Trudy must've put it together one year before the boys were taken you figured. You didn't know if the boys would like it being on the tree as their mother was still a sensitive subject.

"Oh Jesus Vince!" You exclaimed when he suddenly put a hand on your shoulder. You could see his eye make it's way to what you had in your hand.

"Oh- i was just-" Vincent placed a finger to your mouth, silencing you before taking the ornament from you. For a second it looked like he was about to put it back in the box before he walked it over to the tree and placed it right in the middle.

He turned around to you to get your approval, you nodded at him with a smile.

"That looks perfect Vinny" He puts and arm around you pressing the lips of the mask to your forehead for a moment as the two of you gaze at the decorated tree.

The peace was disturbed by the front door swinging open.

"Bo I said I was sorry! I don't know what else ya want me to say" Lester said as he made his way into the living room.

"I want you to-, well would ya look at that" Bo stopped when his eyes landed on the tree. More specifically the ornament with the photo.

Lester made his way to the side of you not occupied by Vincent, also giving you a kiss on the head as the 2 of you waited for the oldest Sinclair to give his verdict.

"Whaddya think Bo?" You asked softly with baited breath. Bo's eyes were still glued to the picture of him and his brothers attached to that "stupid" as he would put it, ornament his mom made when they were kids.

"I-I think that maybe...Maybe Christmas ain't that bad" He finally said, his eyes tearing away from the ornament and landing on you and his brothers.

You smiled and walked over to wrap your arms around him in front of the tree.

"So can we do this every year?" You asked with a grin.

"I didn't say all that, I still wanna make sure I'm not the son of a bitch that's gotta take all this shit down" He said putting back on his facade as quick as he lost it.

You grinned at him never the less before laughing, Vincent and Lester joining you in laughing at their grump of an older brother. Though you could've sworn you saw a grin cross Bo's face maybe that Christmas miracle would have to wait until another year.

[echodrops]

Sometimes the events of my life are truly so comedic that I have to assume some supernatural being(s) are watching me like their favorite evening sitcom and just dying with laughter.

Peep this Shakespearean level comedy of errors:

Go out with coworkers for a celebration because our project trip to Puerto Rico was approved.

Coworker brings up travel requirements to Puerto Rico. Only a driver's license is required, but you need the "Real I.D." symbol.

Pull out my driver's license to check, only to discover that my driver's license is expiring in FIVE DAYS. Thanks for even the slightest notification, Department of Public Safety???

Try to renew online, can't. No explanation for why is provided. Go to the DPS Office. "Oh, you used your passport to renew last time, and now your passport is expired. You can get a new passport though and then renew."

"Ma'am... do you know how long getting a passport takes?"

"I think it only takes a couple months now?" ... "And what is the expiration date of my license???"

"We can use a birth certificate instead. You can get it at the court house and come right back. We should be able to finish the renewal today."

"Ma'am... I was born in LA..." Lady tells me the next available DPS appointment isn't even until October 17th, eight days after driver's license expiration. Make the appointment.

Go to the California birth certificate website. Have to pay $60 for them to print and ship the birth certificate to me. Only after paying do they reveal there is a back-order on birth certificates and it may take up to 35 days for my birthday certificate to arrive.

Cancel the October 17th DPS appointment in abject disappointment.

Driving on an expired license because what else can I do? I can't bum rides off coworkers for 35 DAYS.

ONE DAY after my license officially expires, a college kid texting and driving veers into my lane and hits my car. (Thankfully no injuries, just a lot of cosmetic damage.)

The other driver doesn't have insurance. I DON'T HAVE A VALID LICENSE so I can't even go through MY insurance.

We agree to get estimates from body shops and for her to pay for the damage out of pocket. I get one official estimate--$1000 in dent hammering and repainting.

She texts me later that her mom "knows someone who repairs cars." Is this guy licensed? "Oh yeah definitely."

"Okay, give me the address and I'll take the car to their shop for an estimate."

"Ummm, maybe you could just bring the car to my mom's house and she can take it to the mechanic?"

"With all due respect dear, are you out of your mind?"

She finally gives me the address of the mechanic. It's one block from Mexico. It's a house. There are six dogs running loose in the front yard. There's something that might have ONCE UPON A TIME been a body shop next door to the house but now is a pile of barely standing timbers.

"Mechanic" comes out. I ask to see his license. He shows me a piece of paper that looks two steps above "I printed this direct from a Google images search."

I have a moment of despair, and then I realize: My car is 11 years old and has 100,000 miles on it.

If my car ends up chopped up for parts or sold across the border to Mexico, I can report it as stolen.

THIS IS HOW ECHO GETS A NEW CAR.

I am zen. All is well. I hope the worst case scenario comes true. I agree to bring the car to the "mechanic" on Monday.

Get back in the car, head home for the day.

Get a call from boss.

Puerto Rico project trip cancelled.

You can't make this shit up.

[eggnogablog]

Ok so real talk, I hate that this is true, but the last guy I was talking to on the dating site really hurt my feelings.

The first thing was how he treated my beliefs as a Christian Scientist. I know most people are unfamiliar with it, and I get that. I spend a LOT of time on this site having to explain it and what I do for work (as they are related). It's also usually the reason people decide I am not worth the effort of pursuing a relationship. At which point I either get ghosted, or rejected with a clear message explaining why, or the man tries to convince me into something shorter-term, which I reject immediately on principle as an abstinent virgin.

This guy went further in that he sent me an apologetics article that calls us un-Christian, accuses us of blanket child neglect and abuse, and cherrypicks quotes from our denominational textbook without any deeper understanding of what our terminology means or how various pages connect to each other. I have heard all those accusations before, but I'm just. I'm tired guys. I'm so tired of being condescended to and treated as if I'm some freak who has to prove herself a true follower of Christ. This guy was nondenom and doesn't even believe in the Trinity. He wouldn't even show me a picture of himself. I try to go into any discussion with good-faith and good intentions. But this was an unexpected broadside. I answered all his questions but I know it will make little difference.

The other thing was, after I asked him if he could use a library Internet connection to try and upload a photo, he told me I was "tough", asked me if I would be so tough on my husband, and asked if I really wanted a husband to love and cherish or if I just wanted to be a mom and needed some guy to do it.

i feel like asking for a photo, when mine are readily available and we have been talking for over two weeks, is a very reasonable thing to ask. I have high standards in some regards, but THIS was not one of them. And yes, I have wanted to be a mother basically since I hit puberty, so for about 20 years now.

But I wanted to be a wife even before that point. My first crush was at 7. I've had maybe 200 crushes since then. I have wanted to not be single for a huge amount of my life, and I keep trying to make that happen, and aside from two brief relationships, I have gotten nowhere. Both my dad and sister have married (happily thankfully) since I was 17. I'm grateful for the relationships I have had, because they taught me things about myself and made me a better person.

My sister pointed out that I was speaking bluntly and cynically in my messages, which probably contributed to this breakdown in our convo quite a lot. But I found that people steamrolled over my boundaries when I was more vulnerable, even over text communication. So I stopped being vulnerable.

If the guy is going to treat this like an arranged marriage, where we hammer out all the things we must agree on first, then why should I act like it's some spontaneous romantic connection? He clearly doesn't think of it that way, and he's not telling me anything about himself except what he thinks theologically.

Anyway, I'm not meeting anyone of quality on this site, and I'm done. I've done my due diligence with dating sites, but I think I'm finally completely tired of them. It's been very hard for me to meet people outside of them: I work evenings and weekends, I don't drink or club, and because my schedule is subject to change at any moment, I haven't joined any regular classes or groups the whole 3 years I've lived in this state.

The guy I currently like, I met at work, and he is a friend and may not be romantically interested in me. (My brain is delulu about it so it's hard to tell objectively if he has any interest. I keep telling myself to be cautious and err on the side of 'you're imagining it.') Hence why I was continuing to use the dating site, as the account was prepaid up until next April. But really, that's just sunk-cost mentality talking.

I am turning 30 next month. My parents were 31 and 28 when I was born. They had already been married for 7 years then (college sweethearts). My sister married her only boyfriend, also her college sweetheart, 3.5 years ago, and they got pregnant the first month they tried to.

In my family, every single adult was married by my age, with the sole exception of my lovably weird uncle at 33. The adults who I've asked for advice are at a bit of a loss regarding my case. By my age, most were married with kids or kids on the way. My grandma's advice to meet someone was to volunteer for the GOP. I'm at the point where I'm actually considering doing it. At least it would guarantee some common ground.

I try not to voice my concerns about still being single and childless too much to people other than my sister. I can tell it makes people uncomfortable, since I'm basically saying, "I'm not happy where I am, and no one can tell me what thing(s) to do that could fix it, since any issue I do fix is no guarantee of me finding someone I can connect with, because that's just not how it works." I'm sure my sister is also tired of hearing me say the same things over and over. But I'm tired of saying them. I want to not be in this phase of my life anymore, but I can't force a relationship to happen.

The thing about that 'cart before the horse' accusation, about wanting kids but not a husband, is that it's painfully untrue. I would never willingly become a single mom just to have kids. I want BOTH marriage and motherhood, in the proper order. I am a virgin, yes, but I'm also an adult. I DO WANT a sexual relationship! I just know that it's wrong to have one outside the marriage covenant. I've been tempted, and I've desired people, but I know what the right way to act is, and I have stayed the course. I WANT to have children, preferably of my own, but more than that, I want that companionship. I want that deep abiding friendship that's at the heart of any good marriage. I want to live with someone, and support them, and cook for them, and read with them, and mow the lawn together, and fight about money or the cats or something. I want to find that so badly, and I'm horribly aware of time passing me by, of all the missed opportunities and all my faults.

Fringe benefit: if I was a married woman, or a mother, or both, then maybe I wouldn't be talked down to by people who are married or parents anymore. I'm not an overgrown child just because I haven't had these experiences yet. Just like an adult virgin experiences sexual desire and temptation, a single childless woman can know what she wants from a future marriage and how she would like to act as a mom. I know having the experience is different from thinking about it, but I can't force the experience to happen, and I'm tired of being treated like I'm stupid or naive just because my experience differs.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 35

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“Ow, ow, ow,” Chase whined as his arm got twisted behind his back. Mare kept a firm hold on him as he held Marvin by the front of his shirt and pressed his back against a wall. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Mare nearly growled, using his slight advantage over the two to keep them from doing anything. 

“Firstly, let go of my man. He’s not a magic user.” Marvin didn’t even bat an eye, casually gesturing toward Chase. “And, secondly, we’re here to help you get away from Actor and back to your brother, Phantom.” 

“Phantom?” Mare echoed the last part before looking at Chase and letting him go. There was a pause, and then he did the same to Marvin. “What do you know?” 

“I’m coming!” Mad yelled as he ran into the room, holding a large weapon up and ready to strike. 

“We’re good!” Mare quickly caught Mad’s hands. “We’re good.” He repeated. 

“You gave your twink a large hammer?” Marvin scoffed. 

“Excuse me?” Mad huffed and lowered his weapon, having the head of it rest against the ground as he leaned against the handle. “It’s a mallet. I made it, and what in the world is a twink?” 

“You made that?” Chase asked, stretching his arm across his chest. 

“You don’t know what a twink is? Oh, honey.” Marvin placed a hand on his chest. Mad opened his mouth to say something, but Mare placed his hand over it.

“He doesn’t. Now, what do you know about my brother?” Mare lowered his hand and made a face. “Really? You licked me?” 

“Suffer the consequences of your actions.” Mad stuck his tongue out. 

“Oh, so he’s a twink and a brat?” Marvin couldn’t help from teasing. 

“I’m a what?” 

“You have five seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on before I kick you out of the house with maybe your heads attached.” Mare’s voice dropped, and Marvin noticed how that got Mad to straighten up a little. That was a fun note to keep in the back of his head. 

“Fine, if we’re being blunt and honest with each other. Dark says I can break my apprentice contract if I bring him Actor’s apprentice.” Marvin pointed up and down Mad’s body with a finger. “He’s heard that he’s a little…messy with his magic and worries Actor could do some damage with him.” 

“What does that have to do with my brother?” Mare asked, taking a step so he was mostly in front of Mad. 

“Phantom’s working with Dark and has helped us find you. Sounds like he’s worried about you and threatened to hunt us down if we got you hurt.” Marvin casually looked at his nails, clicking his tongue when he saw a little chip from when he had hit the wall. “Do you have a nail file by chance?” 

“I can go get-”

“You’re not getting him a nail file.” Mare caught Mad’s arm before he could walk off. “Okay, you found us, what about it? It’s not like we can just walk out without pissing Actor off and having him hunt us down instead.” 

“We take you to Dark’s, and he can’t find you there,” Marvin said. 

“There’s a reason you want your apprentice contract broken. Why would I let Mad have one instead? What if Dark is worse than Actor? Mad needs training.” 

“I’m right here.” Mad pulled his arm out of Mare’s hold. “I think we should go, or at least I will if you won’t come with me.” 

“You’re not going anywhere without me,” Mare said softly. 

“You guys are adorable.” Chase chuckled. 

“Sh-Shut up!” Mad’s face went red almost instantly, and Mare awkwardly cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“So, do you really think going to Dark would be better than what we got?” Mare asked.

“I mean, Dark trained me.” Marvin shrugged, letting that little moment go by. “And yeah, he’s a pain in the ass, but he knows what he��s doing. He also doesn’t purposely trigger me to catch on fire and then have his fuck buddy dump water on me.” 

That caused a long pause to hang in the air. Mad turned his head away and hugged himself, hands rubbing against his burn scars. Chase saw this time how those marks were slowly healing as each second ticked by, meaning they’d likely be gone soon if more didn’t come before then. 

“I’m going.” Mad finally broke the silence. “It can’t be worse, right?” He was looking only at Mare. “He seems to have good control over himself but…but what if…” 

“I was also a mess when I first got my magic.” Marvin took a deep breath before he removed his mask, letting Mad see his own marks. “Mine won’t heal, though, but Dark was able to get me to not explode again, and I’m sure he’ll do the same for you.” He still wasn’t sure if Dark would be the best for Mad, but he had to be better than Actor or at least be a way to get Mad away from him. Maybe Marvin could-

No.

No.

Marvin could never do that. 

“I’m going to start packing,” Mad said and stepped away. 

“I’ll come help,” Marvin said and followed him, wanting to see if he could get more from Mad without Mare around. He shot a quick look at Chase, hoping he’d catch what he wanted him to do. 

“I’ll come-” 

“So you and Mad are friends?” Chase awkwardly asked and was even more awkward with stumbling in front of Mare to distract him. He wasn’t sure why Marvin wanted to be alone with Mad, but he at least understood that he wanted to. 

“Yes?” Mare tried to walk past Chase but got stopped again, and Chase held a hand out. 

“I’m Chase. I figure it’d be nice to share names since me and Marv know you and Mad.” Chase was going to make Marvin buy him something after this was over. 

“Marv?”

“Marvin, but I call him Marv sometimes.” 

“Because you two are dating?”

“Yeah!” 

“Cool. Now, if you’ll excuse-”

“Are you and Mad dating, too?” Chase watched how that question got Mare to go stiff. “I mean, like, you two seem all close and stuff. If you’re just friends, that’s totally fine because you can be just friends and not want to, like, fuck, or anything. But also, I don’t know, you just seem really into him, but I’m not always the best at reading people, so I could be totally-” His rambles got stopped by Mare placing a hand on his chest and shoving him back against a wall. 

“You need to shut up. Right now,” Mare warned. 

“Hey, hey, I was just saying what I saw.” Chase held his hands up. “You kind of remind me of how Marvin was at the beginning of knowing him. Although you seem a lot less horny, but that might be because you save the horny side for when you’re alone and-”

“Stop.” Mare pushed a little harder on Chase’s chest. 

“Hint taken, hint taken.” Chase was getting tired of strong magic-users. 

“Are you trying to fuck him or scare him?” Marvin said as he returned to the room with Mad, both holding a suitcase. “Because I’d like to watch if you’re going to fuck my boyfriend.” He added with a grin. 

“You were right about him being horny,” Mare muttered with a roll of his eyes, dropping his hand. “I guess we’re heading off, then?” 

“The sooner we get you two out of here, the more time Dark has to make sure you’re hidden from Actor,” Marvin said. 

“My car’s right out front.” Chase pointed with a thumb. 

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” Mare sighed. 

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

[goatsandgangsters]

I’m doing shadow and bone ep 5 on a Monday like some kind of rebel

bc I’m always like ~~ooooh I have to make an Occasion out of things, I have to make it Special, I can’t watch new things on just any old Monday. OR, I COULD STOP NOT DOING THINGS I WANT TO DO AND DO THEM. anyway, let’s proceed, I Want More Content Goddammit

previous liveblogs

AND A SHARP HORNY INHALE WAS HEARD ROUND THE WORLD FROM THE DARKOLAI CONTINGENT AT “LITTLE PRINCE”

I’m fine. it’s fine. I’m fine. I can cope. I can deal. I’m fine.

“we have to keep our demons at bay” WELL GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. I did cackle out loud like the dramatic-irony-loving bitch I am

also how come every time Alina gets a new boyfriend, one his family members tries to kill Mal? (I sense that this is more a. a plot-required relocating of the Mal and also b. Vasily is an idiot, but personally if I was a conniving little weasel I’d have gone with the angle of “oh look my bastard brother is going to have more bastard children because his fiancee is already having an affair” instead of like, relocating the evidence. just my two cents there, Vasya)

….this was NOT the bed that Wylan and Jesper were in last night, where the hell did they wake up

“Ravka needs saving” is the funniest possible way to intrude. like, there are characters that would DEFINITELY WORK on, but poor Wesper just like “and why the fuck do we care!!”

That’s a bold statement, Tamar, when you absolutely know he IS going to start reciting epic poetry to Zoya. it’s not even a question. it’s GOING to happen

sdkjkhsdkjghsdkg Baghra like “oh you’re all pathetic, nvm maybe my son should kill you”

LIKE. IS IT THAT DOMINIK? IS HE?? ALIVE???? OR IS HE JUST SOME RANDO NAMED AFTER NIKOLAI’S DEAD CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART?? I mean, happy for you Nikolai if your boyfriend’s alive, but him dying in your arms was kind of a formative moment for you so—oh. oh no. is it that dominik but he’s not DEAD YET?? are we about to have some nikolai’s-boyfriend on nikolai’s-boyfriend violence?

“THE PUPPY PRINCE” okay so we got one sobachka from his mother, and one sobachka from his mother-in-law

oh you’ll hammer him will you ;)

look, I know it’s a tense scene, but Baghra and Nikolai SNARKING at each other was my favorite scene in Ruin & Rising, so if I don’t get some quips between these two later on, I will be sad about it

(they’re not..... letting Paddy quip enough? which is really surprising, because my concern going in was that they’d reduce nikolai to “charming funny guy” and ignore his depth. and they’re doing depth in SPADES which I’m grateful about, but they’re not actually letting him do the Showmanship Exterior enough?) (I know this episode is A Particularly Tough Day For Him, Given Events, but just sort of overall) 

I don't hate it, but why is Jesper in a kilt

oh good, I’m glad they kept it in that Tatiana KNEW what the king was doing the whole time and Simply Did Not Care. don’t absolve her. fuck her. 

Daisy and Luke are SO good :3333 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I Am Softe

Tolya Jesper Relationship Advice is so funny

Wylan you can’t just run away holding merchandise, I don’t think you paid for it

Kaz really said “it’s just hot leaf juice” didn’t he

W A F F L E S

this entire cast is extraordinarily talented, but Freddy really is The Absolute Stand Out this season, he’s just incredible

APT!!! PUPIL!!!!!!

oh I see what Jessie meant when they said they borrowed some of Ben’s mannerisms, YOU DO LOVE TO SEE IT

“I’ve feared everything there is to fear,” yes we know, we’re all watching you get hit with the broken dam of 800 years of totally unprocessed trauma and Making It Everyone’s Problem

/KICKING MY FEET AND GO TEEHEEHEE aahhuuhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck we got an apt pupil scene we got an alina making that man’s sub hindbrain kick on the second alina showed him some attention we got a “problem with wanting” we got a version(™) of my faaaave sceeeeeeene

……I love that Mal just like. had this ENTIRE sidequest adventure of being kidnapped and court martialed and escaping, and we never saw a single second of it. it’s. like. a little funny. it wasn’t even plot relevant the way I thought it was going to be. like, all that just happened, off screen 

“You’re barreling through this” you SURE are, season 2. Mal like “I can barely keep up [with what book we’re in] *looks directly into the camera*”

“You just keep eating your walnuts” AND TOLYA LAUGHS awwwwwww he’s fond of Zoyaaaaa

I’m on Zoya’s side in the Nina argument, I’m just ambivalent towards Matthias, I’m sorry

………though Matthias Pekka Hellgate Drama might make things more interesting

Excuse me, I don’t think HE left the wound on the country. Just Fucking Saying. Maybe otkazat’sya should stop committing genocide, idk, how about that. how about that otkazat’sya fix their shit first. like, I’m sorry, your king’s a rapist, you have serfs, everyone lives in squalor while wealth and excess is concentrated in the extreme on just a few, you’ve got a two-front war going with countries that want to see an entire portion of your population eradicated and enslaved via magic drugs and medical experimentation. but sure! it’s the shadow wall that’s the wound in need of healing. okay. sure. I mean I don’t think trying to keep all your friends and your mom from getting murdered when your back is against the wall is like, a wound on your country, I think your country putting your pack to the wall in the first place is the wound, but anyway— 

whatever, I’ll just be over here hoping there’s some Grisha Theorist out there writing a piece called My Words to the Black Heretic Above the Fold: Performing Grisha Rage

iiiif you’re trying to make a metaphor for interpersonal abuse don’t use genocide as a backstory clap your hands. if you’re trying to make a metaphor for interpersonal abuse don’t use genocide as a backstory clap your hands! if you’re trying to make a metaphor, and you want it just about interpersonal shit, if you want to make a metaphor, don’t use sociopolitics-you-aren’t-equipped-to-handle clap your hands (okay, my syllables don’t line up, but you get my melody)

Jack is REALLY good and I’m glad they’re letting Jesper have depth this season and not just reducing him to the comedic sidekick

this is the first episode where I’ve been like eeeeeeeeh. so. season 1 had a rough front half, great back half? don’t tell me season 2 has a great front half, rough back half?

[thmgau]

CHAPTER 12 - NOTHING'S SET IN STONE [wattpad link]

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“Natalie?!”

There stood Natalie, holding her squeaky hammer. She seemed as surprised to see the group there as the group was to see her.

“What are you doing here?!” “I could ask you the same thing!” “Well,” Natalie hummed. “I just wanted to see what was up with this auction. Maybe steal a thing or two. I saw that banana guy upstairs though, & I got suspicious.” “Oh, of course he’s here.” “You’re never gonna believe this, but this asshole-” Juniper pointed toward The Auctioneer’s body on the ground. “-was gonna TURN US INTO STATUES!” “WHAT?!” “He was gonna auction us off! As statues! Real fucked up if you ask me!” “That is fucked up. Even I wouldn’t go as far as turning people into statues, & I’m your worst enemy.” “You are?” “Whatever. We should probably get outta here before this guy wakes up.” “What do you mean before I wake up?”

To everyone’s surprise, The Auctioneer was very much still awake. It probably didn’t help that Natalie used a squeaky hammer to hit them.

“YOU’RE STILL AWAKE?!” “You used a squeaky hammer. Of course they’re still awake.” “You think I have the budget for a real hammer?!” “They’re only, like, $10.” “Does it look like I have $10?”

While Natalie & Cherry argued over the price of hammers, The Auctioneer quietly (but swiftly) snuck away from the group, running up the stairs.

“Everyone has $10! At least, they should!” “Well, I don’t! I work at a Dollar General for minimum wage, what do you want me to do?!” “GUYS! They’re getting away!” Juniper yelled, pointing at The Auctioneer.

The group started running up the stairs in an attempt to catch up with The Auctioneer. He did have the head start, though, so he was way ahead of the group.

Successfully making it up the stairs, The Auctioneer ran through the doors leading into the main room & slammed it shut. The group heard a click, indicating that the door had been locked.

“Shit!” Cherry hissed. “That asshole locked the door on us!” “Well, we can’t just burst through the door,” Juniper said. “Sorrel’s out there. How would we explain this to them?” “Preferably, we don’t explain this to them at all. But, when push comes to shove, I’d rather my sibling find out about.. the magic thing.. than getting turned into a statue.” “We’re still not busting down the door though.” “Oh, yea, I don’t wanna have to pay for property damage.”

The group looked around the room for anything that could help them escape.

“Hey! A vent!” Leslie pointed up toward a vent on the wall. “One of us could climb through there, maybe.” “Like in Among Us?” “Not like Among Us.” “Whatever. Who’s climbing through the vent?”

Everyone turned to look at Natalie.

“Wh- ME?!” “You’ve committed crimes before, & you seem to have no regard for safety. Climbing through a ventilation shaft should be easy for you.” “Wow, way to assume. I.. suppose it couldn’t hurt, though.” “Alright! Let’s do it!”

Since they were the strongest (physically), Juniper lifted Natalie up to the vent. She took out a screwdriver & started unscrewing it.

“Do you just have that on you at all times?” “Of course I do. You don’t have one?” “No??”

After around 30 seconds, Natalie had gotten the screws off & pried the vent grate open. She hauled herself into the shaft.

“Good luck!” Leslie smiled, giving Natalie a thumbs up.

-

Sorrel was just minding their own business. They weren’t really expecting that girl to come back from where she went, but she seemed confident enough. Sorrel assumed she would succeed in whatever plan she had.

A slam from across the room alerted Sorrel. They looked up to see the guy running the auction (They had introduced themselves as “The Auctioneer”) leaning against a pair of doors, locking it. Maybe that girl from earlier was right about this being suspicious. Nobody slams a door shut, locks it, & leans against it like that unless they’re up to something nefarious.

Sorrel shifted closer to The Auctioneer to ask something, but before they had the chance, The Auctioneer started speaking.

“We’re having some.. problems, currently! But don’t you worry, everyone! We should be back on track within the next hour or two!”

“Uh.. if I may ask,” Sorrel started. “What sort of problems are happening?” “Um. It’s.. uh...”

The Auctioneer paused for a moment, seemingly thinking.

“It’s spoilers! For the auction!” the banana guy said, poking his head around the corner. “YES! Spoilers for the auction!” “Spoilers for the auction?” “Well, you don’t want the surprise of the auction to be ruined for you, yeah?” “I.. guess not, but-”

All of a sudden, the vent that was right above the door fell off its hinges, hitting The Auctioneer in the head.

“Ow!”

A girl hopped down from the vent. It was the same girl that was talking to Sorrel earlier!

“ALRIGHT!” she yelled. “Listen up, everybody!”

Everyone in the Auction House turned to look at her.

“This fucker right here-” she pointed at The Auctioneer. “-is TURNING people into STATUES to auction them off!”

Everyone (including Sorrel) gasped.

“Wh- That’s not true!” The Auctioneer said. “It is! There’s a freezer down in that basement that turns people into statues!”

People in the Auction House started mumbling among themselves. Personally, Sorrel couldn’t believe it. A freezer that turns people into statues? It just didn’t seem possible.

“Hey! That’s the girl who threw a squeaky hammer at me back at the restaurant!” the banana guy pointed toward the girl. “& I’ll do it again if you’re not careful!”

Sorrel suspected a fight was about to break out, & apparently so did The Auctioneer, because they took out a megaphone (from seemingly nowhere?) & yelled, “ATTENTION, EVERYONE! THE AUCTION WILL UNFORTUNATELY BE DELAYED UNTIL TOMORROW! WE’RE OH-SO SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. PLEASE EXIT THE BUILDING NOW.”

One by one, everybody in the Auction House just mumbled & left the building. It was now just Sorrel, the girl, The Auctioneer, & the banana guy in the building. The Auctioneer turned to look at Sorrel.

“Are you gonna leave, or am I gonna have to call security?” he asked.

Sorrel probably should leave, but they didn’t just want to leave this girl alone. Helping her out would be the right thing to do, they thought.

“Uh.. no thanks.” Sorrel responded. “What a shame. Guess you’ve just gotten yourself a one-way ticket to becoming a statue!”

-

“What if.. we lockpicked it?” “I am not lockpicking anything ever again.” “Someone else could lockpick it then!”

The group was standing around the door, thinking of ways they could unlock it. They knew busting it down with Cherry’s sword wasn’t an option, because Sorrel was at the auction. Going through the vent was also not an option, because they wouldn’t be able to get everyone through it.

“We could just wait until The Auctioneer unlocks it himself.” “As if they’re ever gonna do that?” “Natalie’s out there. She could probably force them to unlock it.” “She also has a squeaky hammer as a weapon, so who knows how well that’s gonna work out.” “Didn’t she say Pim was there too? It’s a 2v1 situation out there!” “As much as I mildly dislike Natalie, I suppose we should help her. We are heroes, after all.” “& that loops us back to the original problem: how do we get out of here to help?” “What if.. we... bang on the door until they let us out?”

All of a sudden, the group heard some keys jangling from outside the door. They readied their weapons.

The door opened.

It was Sorrel, holding the keys, while Natalie was fending off The Auctioneer & Pim in the background.

“Nora?” “OH- Sorrel! Funny seeing you here..!” “I thought you weren’t interested in the auction. & what’s with the outfits?” “It’s.. a long story.” “Yea, long story. We’ll explain later.” “..Alright.”

The Auctioneer turned around & spotted the group. “YOU!”

He approached the group.

“You five have ruined EVERYTHING!” “We didn’t do anything.” “You foiled my boyfriend’s plan, you broke out of the freezer, & your little friend forced me to delay the auction! You could have been world famous!” “We don’t wanna be world famous. We just wanna graduate college.” “Wh- GRADUATE COLLEGE?! You should be aiming higher than that! Don’t you see? You’re perfect for the auction! & you just threw that chance away!” “What, the chance to be a statue & never see our loved ones again?” “No! It’s more than that! It’s the chance for fame! The chance to be recognized! Adored!! Wanted!!!”

The group looked at each other, thinking about what The Auctioneer had just said. Being wanted sure sounds nice, but they did prefer being alive.

“Sorry, bud. We’re already wanted.” Nora shrugged “Whuh?” “We are?” “We’re wanted by our friends, & our families.. & each other.” “Oh, we’re not wanted by the government?” “I’m not. Are you?” “Maybe.” “That’s off-topic, though. The point is, Auctioneer, there’s already people in our lives who care about us.” “But- the auction! You’re absolutely perfect for the auction! We want you!!” “That’s not true, & you know it. You’re just saying that because you want to avenge your boyfriend.” “I-”

The Auctioneer paused, taking a step back.

“You know what?” he said, pulling out his cane (from nowhere??). “You’re right. There are so, so many other people out there better suited for this. However, you 5 ruined my boyfriend’s plan, & now you’re gonna pay.”

The group readied their weapons. This was gonna be a rough fight.

Kalani blasted a magic shot at The Auctioneer. They dodged out of the way, & the magic shot hit Pim (who was still fighting with Natalie).

“Ow!” he yelled. “Oops! Sorry, babe!” The Auctioneer yelled back.

Juniper took this opportunity to take a jab at The Auctioneer with pheir spear, but he grabbed a hold of the pointy bit before it hit him.

“Seriously, how are you doing that?!” “Yea, dude. Doesn’t that hurt?” “Oh, bold of you to assume I can even feel pain!” “What do you mean by that?” Juniper asked, trying to tug the spear out of The Auctioneer’s hands. “C’mon, feel my hand! You’ll see what I’m talking about!”

Reluctantly, Juniper touched The Auctioneer’s hand. Even through the glove on her hand, the hand was freezing cold.

“Jesus christ!” Juniper hissed. “How are you that cold?!” “Being locked in a freezer for about a year will do that to ya!” The Auctioneer winked, grasping onto Juniper’s wrist & flinging zaem across the room.

“WOAH!!” Juniper yelled, landing against the wall. “Juni! Are you ok?!” Kalani asked. “I’m.. fine! Ow..” Juniper put his hand over his forehead.

“Don’t worry!” Leslie grinned. “I’ve got this!”

Leslie ran up behind The Auctioneer, & slashed them in the back with their scythes.

“YEOWCH!” “Hey! How dare you?!” Pim yelled, running toward Leslie. Natalie bonked Pim in the head with her hammer, making a squeaky noise. It didn’t really hurt him that much, because it’s a squeaky hammer.

“..did you really expect that to-”

Before Pim could finish his sentence, Cherry flung their sword at him, only for it to be intercepted by The Auctioneer.

“I have really got to stop throwing that thing.”

The Auctioneer grinned, tossing the sword aside. “Well! This has been a very exciting fight, I’ll say that much! It is time for it to end now, though, as you clearly have no way of beating us-” “HEY, IS THAT THE IRS BEHIND YOU?” “HUH?!”

Pim & The Auctioneer quickly turned around. Natalie quickly grabbed a chair & hit the both of them with it, knocking them out.

“Well.” Nora hummed. “Guess that takes care of that.” “Nice thinking with that chair, Nat!” Leslie grinned. “Oh, uh.. thanks!”

Now that Pim & The Auctioneer were dealt with, the group felt that they had successfully saved the day once again! Satisfied with the ordeal, they all pulled on their ties & poofed back into their normal clothes.

“Alright,” Sorrel said. “Now that that’s dealt with, I think I’m owed an explanation.”

The group froze. They had completely forgotten about Sorrel.

“Wait, you know this guy?” Natalie asked. “They’re my sibling,” Nora said. “Oh! I wish I had known that before roping them into this.” “Anyways.. long story short, turns out we’re.. uh... prophesied heroes who have to save the world?”

The group put on a fake grin as Sorrel stared at them.

“Prophesied heroes?” they chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Yup!” “It sounds silly, but.. it came with a book & everything, & you clearly just saw us in action, so..” “No, that’s cool as fuck!” “It is?” “Yeah!”

“Well!” Nora smiled. “You took that a lot easier than I thought you would.” “Well, I am a tad bit confused about how this all happened in the first place, but magical powers are cool.” “Y’know what? I’ll tell you all about it when we get home.” “Whatever happened to keeping the magic thing under wraps?” “What, are we not allowed to tell my sibling?” “Ok,” Cherry rolled her eyes. “I guess Sorrel can be the exception. Who wants to go get ice cream?” “Ooh! Me!” “Ice cream sounds good right about now!” “Can I come too?” “N-” “Of course, Nat!” “Awesome!”

& so, the 7 of them went off to get some ice cream. A good end to a rough day, they thought. Hopefully nothing would happen with Pim & The Auctioneer within the next few weeks. They needed some time to rest.

Besides, the play was happening next month anyway! They had to be ready for that!

[bykalopsia]

ryuki eps 42-50 notes & final impressions

(note that i probably am not getting around to any of the supplementary content any time soon bc 1) there are so many 2) i'm iffy on alternate endings in the first place 3) the ones that aren't that are crossovers so i'm not watching them until i get there [which won't be for months even if i keep the pace i've been going at & 4) i'm a little burnt out on ryuki and am excited to start faiz])

the way sano just hops around while his final vent goes off and all the antelopes(?) charge is so cute

sano overall is just great. love it when a guy has no principles whatsoever.

love ren, kitaoka, and asakura taking the serendipitous occurrence of them all meeting in room 401 after tojo and the professor had moved out to sit down and go "we hate you you're stupid go kill yourself give us 5,000 dollars" to shinji. he is very stupid though god bless him

one thing i find very funny is that despite asakura being asakura he's actually pretty courteous about the game. like he very well could be (and probably would fare better if he was?) attacking people outside of the mirror world but he just shows up and acts off-putting and strange until they transform. (like he actually reads sano's business card even though he interrupted his tojo-ran-away temper tantrum?) i guess this is why he's shiro's little attack dog he's just really about being a Proper Rider.

also i'm really bad at looking at significant injuries so when tojo jumped into like that water runoff ditch (?) and it looked like something happened to his arm i got so nauseous lol. i don't think he actually got hurt bc it doesn't seem he's injured in his following scenes but still ;;;;;;;

also tojo is so Interesting to me!!!!!!!!!! (this is the millionth time i've said this) i wish i knew where in the metamorphosis he was at so i could possibly make connections. the strength of his heroic ideal and how he's carving parts of his life out (literally, by killing people lol) in order to fit in that very twisted definition yet still failing (both because it is something that is forced on his part And for the unlucky fact that other riders are just stronger than him)

ep 44 don't fucking talk to me. literally the second tojo went "you're the first person to be nice to me since the professor" my fucking stomach dropped (tbh i should have known since sano brought tojo to his apartment in the first place but w/e) that he'd fucking kill him but AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

pain and fucking suffering why are all my favorites DOOMED it's literally a curse.

idk if i were tojo i'd start beating asakura with hammers that's just me though (maybe everyone's just courteous about only fighting in the mirror world bc it's a kids show.... hmm much to think about)

"i have to be the one who killed sano" please fucking hit me with a truck it'd be less painful. tojo there is something so wrong with you you are literally the best <3

also after kitaoka told him there was no way he could ever be a hero he did like a 1:1 gills scream motion which is really funny bc they don't share a suit actor

ren clocking shinji with the "has your indecision ever helped a single person" GET HIS ASS!!!!!!! but also STOP IT!!!!! bc while i really don't see a point where pacifism is successfully getting anyone out of anywhere rn (atp in ep 46 at least) it makes me feel so bad about tezuka i'm going to hurl

the way tojo died was lame though L. thematically necessary but lame. (i'm just bitter bc i wanted him to also start hallucinating sano i'm sorry my goggles are on... also i just wanted him to spiral more the car bomb was a great step i wanted it to keep happening.... i get that asakura gets to stay around bc he's shiro's little meow meow but who says we couldn't have had two maniacs until the end [logical reasoning does. who said that])

i've realized in my notes/lb i haven't talked about kitaoka's illness a bunch (because thinking about it makes me So Miserable) but seriously if they had stayed in the scene after ren tells kitaoka he's disqualified it would have been my breaking point for Ryuki Crying (i'm surprised i've lasted this long but tbh ryuki to me inspires an intense hollowness in one's gut that leaves you sitting kind of hunched over staring slack-jawed at your screen like you just got punched rather than like bawling my eyes out) but no we have to immediately cut to asakura fighting the weird blue artificial monsters i don't necessarily understand the significance of? i get that there's generally some obligation for there to be monster fighting in each episode but most of the time i feel like it's such a time waster......

^this is maybe my largest criticism of ryuki? that there's So Much that it very often doesn't sit with itself bc it doesn't have the time to. and i LOVE to sit with a scene so it's just unfortunate. give me time to think!!!

episode 49 should i kms yes/no?

shiro and yui. it's so over. it's so over. it's so over. the way his voice changed as he begged her not to disappear it's so over.

before Everything Started happening i said and i quote "it'd be slay if they let ren win lmao" to make myself laugh bc i had just been released from the Doomed Siblings Pain and Horror Vortex. and then the police started preparing to assassinate asakura and i went pause. and then kitaoka is still slowly dying (i literally can't talk about it pleaseeeeeee just let it happen so this can stop torturing me PLEASEEEEEE) AND THEN SHINJI DIED. SO.

i don't even want to think about anything anymore. i need to excise this show from my brain so i can be normal i can't do this

okay. i fucking bawled all throughout the back half of 50. YOU GOT MEEEEE YOU FINALLY BROKE ME!!!!! CONGRATULATIONS

i literally can't talk about it bc if i start crying again i think i'm literally going to puke i was heaving

um. anyways. good show. i need to go lay down. maybe forever?

[the-firebird69]

People going to see you putting those big two foot by 4 ft blocks in John remillard and you put them in like brakes and stagger and they're going to leave you in the grassy ditch at the airport with a bloodied a******

Zues

Yuk

Hera but right it's the right thing to happen and my husband would not be present for the event in any way of course

I've had it with this guy next door although he's right they'll think it's my company and do that kind of stupid s*** then I want to hear about it and no I don't have any Klondike bars and shut up he's asking me if he wants to ask me him what he would do for a Klondike bar now I've had enough of that s*** it's a great commercial and Dan can look like me then who owns Klondike parts he's thinking of knocking him off and selling them all over the place

Anyways this is a weirdest place I've ever been in is very strange deadly dangerous I can't stand it and he's a baby giant. We're going to go around for the rest of our lives pretending we're Giants finally growing up and we should pretend to wear Max that kind of Blue now really I think I'm going to buy this block because he said I'm going to end up in a ditch I'm going to try and f****** out of my information and f*** my s*** up to get information and I'm going to think that it's mine so I don't know what to say it's going to stick together come so hard to come by with a missile launcher and won't do anything like ben Arnold's son with a stinger or something. So we have a little fun here today but no it's true he said that'll probably happen I don't really do anything that does anything like that and I do it all day long you can't tell it's like weird no correlation kind of things that said out loud then wamo something happens maybe sitting there with a block and they be talking about the block so I get that probably higher than to do stuff going to try and put an order in for real maybe soon as you can order it online he thinks but no we have to do it at commercial desk tomorrow or commercial phone on the on the desk at the distributor whatever that is I have no idea what this stuff is and we saw it and we know where to call and we know how much to order and we'll order the material all of it and I have to send it and design no I do an estimate so start to laugh because it's probably stupid says you have to do it by a cross-sectional area and I am not good at that and they say the concrete should stick up a little out of the ground so joints is not exposed to the water constantly it makes sense it says four inches minimum so you have to form up the footer and you have to use bigger wood but we have companies to do that and I know how to estimate damn it send me to pick a system and no not pick my nose I might as well get to it I'm doing nothing

Trump

I'm going to work up a number on the footer as soon as you get ready tell me how deep and wide and it's 2 ft wide it's probably 3 ft deep but the spread for the bottom is bigger not necessarily deeper and it's high PSI cuz the weight of the wall it's a very heavy wall it has to be very good concrete it's probably 10,000 PSI and we use that a lot even on regular walls it's not a big deal these days so we'll probably go ahead and do this and they do it in these houses sometimes it's like 5,000 PSI in the driveways it's like trying to break it or something is going to wow this is hell I can't even break this let me know if you swinging a hammer like really fast and it hits real hard I can't get anything it's nailing me put a safety gear and a mask a hat and also that s*** on by the end of the day finally start breaking it so what the hell is this stuff it's got no reinforcing it it's like Stone cuz it was cut took it out and it's wicked thick like six and a half inches it says it's thicker than regular. Remember I'm saying I've never seen this before and it's new to this area but really is Hammer was going 800 mph faster than the speed of sound I got up to about 400 and I've seen people go about 500 was there in wicked shave and Willie bill can get around 700 so he's got some strength okay I'm f****** around with him all the time silently I was going to try and try and do and stuff and he needs to lay us up I guess and we don't care about that comment I'm going to do it anyways it says it will let you up and every which Way but Sunday even though they do fly on Sunday and I'm starting to get pissed off he says you should do a sectional wall out there before you finish it it looks like the walls finished and say not really there's a few sections that are out so you can get in there that won't be for a while we're not going to build an outhouse but thank you man that sucks if that thing is broken I went over there to put a level on it on the outside and it was yelling at me I put on the inside of that wall inside a level see tomorrow's a couple sections and you rebuild it that's the way to do it not to leave it there cuz it's stupid looking

Dan

That will delay the opening like the whole project is delaying

Trump

Who the f*** are we doing anything no this building is at a level and we can keep building are we stupid you should take it down parts of the outer level is that the the Crane's slammed it out of level and if they did that big section it's like a shitload of building to take down and we don't care if you came in like a wrecking ball it's not a level and everybody mentions it the never let it open or or let it open it's going to become this huge pyrea

Terry

I can't believe this someone say I can't listen to a man woman and a Cro-Magnon January 6th committee guy what the f*** are you doing on camera your big fat face it was huge you're looking left and right it looks like some sort of caveman like Fred Flintstone not Barney. We're going to get this done we need to order the block there's a few things we can do with it on site like build a little bit of it and see if it works they're willing to drop some off if I actually order it it's not that magical other thing for them so I want to send it along but each block is not cheap I left online and really they aren't that bad it's it's like 30 bucks or something for a smaller block that is still pretty big it's equal to like three regular size blocks which are 8 bucks each or something that's true too these are much more dense they're fireproof they're much stronger and they create a wall that's as strong or stronger than concrete they say it works out to 20,000 PSI wall this cast solid and I tell you my friends that's vault strength and he says much stronger than a bank vault and it's waterproof and it's blast proof if you put an explosive in there and the vault well you know he just want to talk about that if you have an anti-chamber you put an explosive in the roof will blow off it won't blow through the door or blow the walls down and what we're saying is it's very powerful stuff what we're dealing with here and it probably in all the banks

Trump

[lightlybrilliant]

Later that night: 

Her phone rings at exactly the time the tarot card their father had left said to call. Not a second after the clock hits 10 PM, Or 9 PM in Carbondale, where the twins live. Molly smiles at her reflection to prepare to hit answer. She does.  “Did you miss me?” She asks, the other side of the call showing a ceiling. “SEE! I told you it would be her!” Nathan exclaims, Malina shrieking in excitement as they turn the camera toward themselves, studying Molly’s face as she studies theirs in return. “Of course we missed you, Molly.” Malina says to break the silence. “We were so worried about you.” Nathan continues.

Molly blushes, rolling her eyes. “A little death doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world....Claire taught me that.” Suddenly, tears fill her eyes and she sets her phone down on the couch to collect herself.  The kids don’t know what to say, but they give each other, and Anne, who is in the room with them a concerned look. 

“I’m sorry.” --”It should be her here with you and not me.”  Nathan tries to make her feel better, and smiles at the camera on his phone. “I’ll just boost that guys ability again and-” He’s cut off by Molly who refaces her phone toward herself. “He’s..not doing too well.” She rubs her temples. “It’s nothing you did, and I don’t think it’s due to a lack of a channel, like you used with each other, she gestures to both of them. 

“How do you and...our....father...know about all of that?” They ask together.

Molly smiles. “Everything changed when Claire jumped off of the ferris wheel. I can’t tell you everything, but between your Bio-Dad-- Who you can call Hammer, by the way-- between the way that Hammer connected some dots and some psychic texts left behind from generations before us, he figured it out. And then he shared that information with me. And Only me, Hero Truther and the guy whose ability you boosted. --But Only me and Hero Truther know that you’re Hammer’s son. And only I and Hammer know your complete identity. Everyone else has promised to mind their own business.”  They sit in silence for a minute, Molly allowing them to take in the new information. “And the guy whose ability I boosted, what is wrong with him?” Nathan pries, Molly, sighing says “He’s just....really tired. And he’s having trouble healing things. He can heal flowers-- barely, but it comes to animals he’s having trouble. And he can barely heal humans right now. I think he just needs to rest, I can’t imagine the power and energy you two used to reanimate a corpse-- and I’m not just a reanimated corpse, by the way.” Molly smiles in disbelief. “Like. It’s me. I have my own consciousness, I just feel like I took a really long nap....and lost all of the muscle and fat on my body...it was difficult for me to walk at first, but now I’m fine. This isn’t like that one storyline in Supernatural where Sam comes back without a soul. It’s really me, guys. I have my soul....if those exist.” 

Nathan and Malina smile at Molly, then at each other, and Anne. Molly notices them look away and uses her ability to see who they’re looking at. 

“Hey Anne, sorry for the lack of communication. I hope you’re not worried about the kids Biological father hanging around...He wouldn’t hurt a fly, really....unless like.....maybe that fly hurt someone he loves? I don’t know. But he’s just a big teddy bear. And a total nerd.” 

“Thank God.” Anne says, still nervous.

Malina smiles at Molly and decides to be bold. “Grandma is afraid our biological father might be Sylar. Is he Sylar? Is Hammer Sylar?”  A look of shock paints Molly’s face. “God no. Claire would have never slept with him. They were tolerating each other’s presence at the end, but they were almost never around each other. They worked in different groups. --And besides, I was one of the very few who even knew that Claire was dating someone, and one of the few that she told when she found out that she was pregnant. ....I also had you guys DNA tested when Hammer was in a coma. He is definitely your Biological father. Not Sylar.” 

“WHAT?!” Everybody except Molly, including Hammer, who had just walked in the door exclaims. 

Molly smirks “I trusted Claire, I knew she wouldn’t lie to me, but I figured it would be nice for everyone to have the DNA results when we could all get together to talk about this. Molly glances over at Hammer. “Angela was afraid you were Sylar, can you believe that?” She pauses before continuing while West stands there in disbelief. “Claire would be pissed if she knew the thought even crossed Angela’s mind....and hurt....she’d be so hurt.” 

Before anybody could speak up, Molly smiles at the camera. “Well, Daddy dearest is going to make me dinner now, so I should probably go. But I’ll call you guys again soon. Stay in school! Don’t do drugs! Love you!” Molly hangs up, giggling. She uses her ability to watch the aftermath of what just happened. 

“Oh relax, West. They’re relieved you’re not a retired serial killer.”

West sighs. “That’s...good, I guess.” 

"You can't just ignore me." She screams into the phone before hanging up.

'HAMMER' flashes across her screen as she hits the button to try again. Sigh. He won't answer her and she knows it. He has this thing that he does when she calls. Where he just pretends like he can't hear his phone ringing, or like he can't feel it vibrating...or like he can't see it lighting up with her nickname on it when it's literally sitting right next to him.

Because he knows. He knows she's watching him. and the more she sees someone ignore her calls purposefully, the more it hurts her. So, for her sake, he will pretend like he doesn't know he's missing her calls.

Until--

*Six hours later* --Hammer enters the loft quietly, resetting the code on the alarm system before it goes off. He sets his balaclava and mask down on the kitchen island as he makes his way to the living space. He stops to watch Molly's back rise and fall while she sleeps. There are maps and pushpins scattered across the table in front of them, along with two whiteboards with nicknames and locations of their loved ones, and the names and locations of their enemies. "Shit." He thinks to himself. He shouldn't have been gone all day. Carefully stepping over levitating above the pins on the ground, he picks up the empty wine bottle and glasses, one stained for her and a second one, clean, waiting for him. He puts them in the sink and returns, picking up the pins and maps, setting them in piles. Red pins for enemies. Blue for Allies. He'll ignore the one red pin that she placed in the location he was in earlier. In fact, he will slowly remove it and put it away.

He slowly meets Molly's eyes with his own as her eyelids flutter open. He can tell by the disappointed and slightly hungover look on her face that she's upset with him. It kills him to see her so upset, but it kills him more to see her so...alone. The look in her eyes when she opened them, how she wasn't even surprised to see that he had snuck back inside, it hurts him. And it hurts him to hurt her. "Molly, I'm....trying." "Mhm." She responds, rolling over against the back of the couch. He grabs a blanket off the back of the recliner and lays it over her, crawling underneath of it as well to wrap his arms around her as he lays against her.

"I wish you would've left me in the Renautus Freezers." She whispers, causing a tear to roll down his cheek.

[chaoxfix]

The last conversation between Tails and the Resistance members before he went off on his own 👀

h . how is this ask . 21 days old. hi. sorry. i didnt forget about this i just lost track of time ^^;;;;

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Knuckles is nursing a sprained shoulder, and the tech Tails had used to reinforce Amy’s hammer is broken. Tails’s hands don’t feel as steady as they usually do as he holds the broken remains. The remains that could have easily been Amy instead. Amy herself is not unscathed – she’s sporting bandages around one knee, and Tails doesn’t dare ask what happened. 

They’re back at Resistance HQ, safe and relatively sound. But as they debrief together –talk about the ground they lost, the ramifications that will trickle down because of it – Tails’s ears ring. 

Knuckles and Amy are far too calm about this. Calm, and tired. Amy leans heavily against her chair. Knuckles lets out the occasional grunt as he shifts his ice pack. After three, nearly four months of this, they look awful.

Tails is not used to heroes who show the strain. 

“You- you should let me make you armor,” Tails blurts.

Amy turns around quickly, on guard every moment after being their most consistent fighter for weeks on end. Knuckles takes longer; languidly, calmly turning his chair to stare him down.

“Armor?” Amy asks, brows furrowing. “Do we really need it? We lost today because we didn’t have enough support, not because we got hit a lot, Tails.” 

Tails can’t help but look down at her knee. Amy’s expression sours. 

“That’s not fair, it was a cheap-shot when we were already retreating,” she says. “Besides, this really is nothing, it’ll heal in a day or two, and I was already planning on taking a few days organizing our supplies and strategizing-”

“Armor would just slow us down,” Knuckles interrupts, before Amy can continue to needlessly defend herself. “It’s not just the amount of support. We’re just not fast enough.” 

“I – I could figure out a way to make it light,” Tails says. “It doesn’t have to slow you down. Maybe you could even go faster if you weren’t afraid of getting hit-?” 

“Neither of us are afraid of getting hit,” Knuckles says bluntly. Amy’s cheeks have puffed out in indignation at the very idea. 

Tails knows he’s offended them. And he knows he’s too young, too inexperienced; they think he’s just afraid. That he’s just being a coward. And worse, a coward who wants them to be more cowardly, too- 

“I’m not saying you're afraid, it’s just – you wouldn’t have to be careful. Or as careful. You should still be careful though, it’s just one protective measure, one way to make sure nothing really bad happens, all you'd need is to wear some polysynthetic clothing maybe, I already have designs, the fabric wouldn't be too hot or too difficult to make, I promise, it'll just protect you-” 

It’s Amy who cuts him off before he spirals. “Tails!” She interjects, standing despite her knee injury, arms at her sides. Tails didn’t even notice her move. “We’re not using armor. Okay? Besides, you’re working on more defense weapons anyways, so our field defense is going to be plenty strong. No rush on finishing, I know you’ve been working hard. We can hold out for a little longer.” 

Knuckles frowns. “Some rush,” he says. 

Amy shoots him a death glare. “No. No rush. We’re holding out just fine.” 

Tails has already reached for his tails, hoping for a comfort mechanism. His best, greatest comfort mechanism is gone; this will have to do. The fact that his tails have lost some of their fluff from the constant over-grooming is neither here nor there. 

“I’m working on them,” he says. “But- It would just – if you guys just had a little armor…” 

Amy’s shoulders droop. “We don’t need armor, Tails,” she says, because they all know what their team really needs. There's a different missing piece, but that's something they're not going to get back, not any time soon. She steps forward, only limping a little. But she must see something in Tails’s face, because she frowns, brows pinching together. “...Are you okay? Did something-?” 

Knuckles interrupts. He’s out of his seat, too – leaning his hips against the table for stability, keeping the ice pack on his shoulder. “We’re going to be fine, Tails. I know you’re scared, but trying to overcompensate with the rest of us will only make it worse.” 

“I- I’m not…” 

Knuckles rests a heavy hand on Tails’s shoulder. “It’s not going to bring him back.”

“I know that!” Tails pulls away as roughly as he can, with the world feeling so big and so small at the same time. “The only way to bring him back is to find him, but I need your help-”

Knuckles and Amy give each other a significant look. Tails doesn't know what Amy looks like, but it seems to only steel Knuckles's resolve, because-

“He’s dead, not missing.” 

Tails’s ears ring again. 

He almost misses the way Amy rises from her spot and gets close to Knuckles, reaching for his wrist. “Knuckles- Stop, now isn’t the time.” 

“When will it be?”

“Any day after this,” Amy hisses. “He’s upset-”

“And he won’t stop being upset until he can move on! Pretending Sonic’s still alive isn’t going to help anything!”

Tails doesn’t run. He stands, stock still, despite the floor trying hard to swallow him up. Despite the way Knuckles looks at him, making him want to bury himself alive. 

“He’s dead because he didn’t get out in time,” Knuckles says firmly. He reaches for Tails’s arms, and Tails can’t manage to shake him off. “Slowing us down with armor won't get us out any faster than he did.”

Tails’s shoulders only get more tense. He hasn’t really felt relaxed since - well. Since the last few months. But the urge to throw up is new. 

There’s no mincing Knuckles’s phrasing. All he wants is for Tails to move on. But all it does is spark memories of exactly what those last moments were. Sonic, being kicked between four opponents, with powers that didn’t match what they had historically held. Opponents that were impossible. All their worst nightmares come back to life, and living out their wildest dreams against their rival. Hitting him until he was done for. Until-

All it does is re-confirm Tails’s need to equip his friends with better armor. 

Because it’s not that Sonic wasn’t fast enough. Never that Sonic wasn't fast enough. Imagine – thinking the issue was Sonic's speed. Never.

It’s that other fast opponents got the drop on him. That they ganged up on him, and used their combined strength to beat him to a pulp. Sonic was fast enough to outrun them, he could have left whenever. But he was stubborn enough to take one bad hit and not run away while he still could. And after that first hit, the rest just kept coming.

Armor would have helped. 

“You weren’t there,” Tails says. He's stubborn, too. And he'll stay stubborn – Tails knows exactly who raised him. “You don’t know. You didn’t see it. It would have made a difference.” 

“You don’t know that for sure,” Knuckles says. “Maybe it could’ve helped, or maybe it would’ve made it worse-” 

“Worse?” Tails asks, vision blurring. “How could it have been worse? You’re the one who thinks he’s dead! What’s worse than Sonic dying?”

Knuckles grits his teeth. But he lets go of Tails’s arms, knowing that the little fox hates crying in front of his friends. Knuckles looks like there’s something he still wants to say. There’s significance in the way he stands over Tails, no longer holding him in a bruising grip. Looking like he wants to apologize for it, to protect him. 

Tails realizes what Knuckles believes would’ve been worse than Sonic dying. 

No. It couldn’t be that. Knuckles can’t be grateful that it was Sonic instead of losing both of them. It’s not fair. No one’s allowed to be grateful that Tails escaped, not when the guilt is eating him up from the inside. 

Knuckles needs to blame him. They all need to blame him. 

Amy surprises Tails, though. She stands behind him, hugging him oh so gently from behind. 

It doesn’t help. Tails is way too old for hugs. They don’t make things better anymore. Not like they used to. 

Tails swallows bile. 

He thinks he might have said some of that out loud. They tell him he’s lost his grip these last few months, maybe he has. Maybe he’s talking to himself. Maybe he’s lost it. But he’s certainly not going to find it when everyone else refuses to blame him. 

It has to be Tails’s fault. 

Because- 

Because, if it wasn’t-

Then that means there was really nothing he could’ve done. 

And if there’s nothing he could’ve done, then there's nothing he can do now that it's Knuckles and Amy on the front lines.

He thinks he might still be talking out loud. Amy and Knuckles don't react, so Tails isn't sure. He steadies himself, just enough to speak out loud. Tries very hard to take control of himself again.

“I need,” Tails manages, with a trembling voice, and this time he's sure he's being heard. “I need to make armor for you guys.” 

Tears well up in his eyes, and he tries so, so hard not to let them fall. But he blinks, and instead of blinking them back, they fall in a stream, wetting his fur. He knows Amy and Knuckles share a worried glance over his head. He’s not stupid. But he scrubs at his eyes and hiccups and he doesn’t resist when Amy holds him close and says soft words and presses her cheek against the back of his head.

Knuckles doesn't say a word – must know that this is something he can't help with.

"It's okay," Amy says, as Tails is finally starting to calm. "You can be sad-"

"I need to make armor for you," Tails says again, voice thick. "I need it."

“...Okay,” Amy finally says. And even Tails knows it's just a placating gesture. That they're probably not actually going to wear it. “Do you need us to stay for measurements?” 

Tails shakes his head. “I just need–I need some time to make it.” 

Amy hugs him a little tighter. “Okay,” she says. “Do you want us to go?” 

No, Tails thinks. But they don’t move to go, so he thinks he didn’t say that part out loud. 

He leans against her for a long moment. Eventually, the tears stop. He dries them up with the back of his hand, chest no longer heaving. “Yeah,” he says, now that he’s got control of himself. “You guys can go.” 

“I asked if you wanted us to go. Not if we wanted to.” 

Tails manages a hiccupping laugh. “It’s okay.” 

“Tails-”

“Amy,” Knuckles finally says, cutting in. Tails feels the rush of embarrassment from being protected all at once, now that he remembers Knuckles is here. “He said he wants time.” 

“That doesn’t mean space-”

“Actually,” Tails says. “Time - cant exist without space. So you can’t have one without the other-”

“So let’s give him some time and space,” Knuckles says. He walks closer, putting a hand on Amy’s shoulder. 

Reluctantly, Amy lets go of Tails, though not without giving him one last squeeze. “Come to my room later, okay?” she asks, so, so earnestly. “If you want. I’ll keep it open, just for you.” 

Tails looks up at her. Smiles, and really, genuinely thinks he might feel better if he goes to her tonight, and pours his heart out like she wants him to. Thinks that she’d like to feel like a good big sister, thinks that he might like feeling like a little brother again. 

She’s going to be so upset when he leaves tonight, Tails thinks. 

He pulls her into a quick hug, forward facing this time. He gives her a long squeeze, and hopes she won’t be too worried. 

She ruffles the fur at the back of his head. “Hey, if you want to talk now,” she starts, and he almost gives in. “We-”

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Tails says, and quickly pulls back. He smiles up at her, already making a list of the tools he should pack. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m okay. I just need to build something, it’s okay.” 

He knows he’s repeating himself, that he’s overdoing it, overcompensating. It only makes them worry more. But Tails doesn’t quite know how to turn it off – the only alternative is to leave before he can make more of a mess of this. He just hopes they’ll be okay without him. He’s given them all the weapons he can – especially if they’re going to stop him from making the things that would really benefit them in this war. 

“If you’re sure,” Knuckles says, because Amy is too indecisive about leaving to say another word. 

To Tails’s surprise, Knuckles heaves a quiet sigh and lays a hand on Tails’s head before he goes. Tails thinks he’s lost time for a moment, because one instant, Knuckles is in front of him and so, so blue and warm and affectionate – and the next, he’s fifteen feet away, and Tails is still staring at him as he walks out with Amy in tow.

“Just- don’t overdo it tonight,” Knuckles says, still lingering in the doorway, even after Tails’s head goes cold after the affection has gone.  “Get some rest. I’ll check on you in the morning. I promise.” 

Tails smiles. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll probably sleep in for a while.” 

Knuckles quirks a smile. Amy, lingering even more obviously than Knuckles, doesn’t. 

Still – it’s enough to finally get them out the door. No more lingering in the doorway – no more checking on him. Knuckles is still icing his shoulder, and Amy is still limping down the hall to her room for some much needed rest. Finally, Tails is all alone again. 

Now that the embarrassing part is over, he can start packing. And maybe, when he returns, he'll have redeemed himself enough that they'll forget how much he just fell apart.

Tails still feels the warmth of Amy's hug and the rumpled fur from Knuckles's hair ruffle. He doubts they'll forget.

But he hopes, somehow, that he can get strong enough – that he'll be right enough – that it won't matter anymore. He just can't do it here.

So he packs his rucksack, and finds his way into the starless night.

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Unbreak My Heart | S.R (3/3)

Part One | Part Two

Summary: you and Spencer are total strangers meeting for the first time fresh from you both being dumped. You hatch a plan to help each other break up your ex’s new relationships and win them back.

A/N - final part of my mini series based on the film “I Want You Back.” And just FYI this isn’t how the film actually ends, this was my idea in place of the “oxygen mask” scenario from the film.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst, smut (NSFW 18+), happy ending

Content Warnings - swearing, oral (fem! receiving), mild dirty talk, use of “good girl”, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, heavy angst but a happy ending

Word Count - 5.6k

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Not long after Spencer and Liam arrived at the girls house, did several other, much younger men turn up.

Spencer felt uncomfortable. He did not want this night to end in the bed of some random woman. But the way Chloe was hanging off of him told him that was exactly how the night was going to end.

Until a car pulling up in the driveway turned everything on its head.

“Oh shit!” One of the guys yelled. “We gotta get out of here!”

Chloe peered through the window as the boys made a run for it out the back of the house.

“Who is it?” Spencer frowned in confusion.

Chloe stepped back from the window, giving him a sheepish look.

“My dad.” She shrugged.

“Your…your d-dad?” Spencer was floored. “I thought you said you were twenty six!”

“I’m nearly twenty six.” She shrugged again.

“H-how close is nearly?” His heart was hammering in his chest.

“I’m twenty four.” She chewed on her lip. “I’m twenty one.”

“How old are you?” Spencer felt dizzy.

“I’m eighteen.”

“Oh goddamnit.” Spencer felt sick. “You said you were a journalist!”

“For my college newspaper.”

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He turned to Liam. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

They narrowly made it out of the back door before Chloe’s dad entered the house.

Spencer thought he might vomit. For whatever reason, Liam seemed to find it funny.

“This is so far from being funny, Liam.” Spencer hit Liam in the arm as they walked down the street. “She’s eighteen! Eighteen! I almost had sex with an eighteen year old!”

“Relax dude, at least she wasn’t seventeen.”

“I'm twenty years older than her! I could be her dad!”

“Maybe that’s what she liked.” Liam winked at him, causing Spencer to hit him again. “Relax! You didn’t even kiss her.”

“But what if I had! Fucking Christ this was a bad idea.”

They came across a bench and fell down onto it.

Liam sighed loudly.

“This wasn’t the night I planned.” Liam admitted. “This isn’t what I want. I don’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of teenagers. I want to settle down, I want something real.”

“Agreed.” Spencer nodded sadly.

Liam turned to him, his eyes sparkling.

“I’m going to propose to Becky.”

Spencer’s eyes widened as he stared at his friend.

“You’ve only just met her.”

“I know.” Liam smiled softly. “But I love her man, she’s incredible. I’ve never felt like this before.”

How the hell was Spencer going to break this to you? Instead of directing Liam back to you, he’d inadvertently pushed him further into the arms of Becky.

He’d failed you, it was as simple as that.

Liam looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

Spencer forced himself to smile.

“That’s great.” Spencer lied. “That’s really great.”

How could he possibly tell you that the love of your life was getting engaged? He’d really fucked this whole thing up.

***

You were showered and in your sweats when Spencer found you in your bedroom later that night. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“What’s with the face?” You sat on the edge of the bed. “Let me guess, you didn’t get laid tonight?”

“No.” Spencer croaked sitting down next to you. “Did you?”

“Almost. And then Margo walked in.”

His mouth fell open as he glared at you.

“S-she…fuck what happened?”

“She dumped his ass. She told him that you’re twice the man he’ll ever be. I think you should be expecting a phone call any minute. You’re welcome.” You stood back up, turning away from Spencer so he didn’t see the look of hurt in your eyes.

But why did it hurt? This had been the plan all along. The plan most certainly hadn’t been to fall for Spencer along the way.

“Wow.” Spencer breathed. “Wow that’s…great.”

You heard the uncertainty in his voice and it forced you to look at him again.

“Is it?” You questioned him.

“Yeah.” He stood up. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, Spencer. You tell me.” You dared to walk closer to him, stopping inches apart.

He looked down on you and you saw him swallow.

“I still love her.” He confessed.

“I know you do.” You hung your head but a second later his hand was cupping your chin and guiding your face back to look at him.

“I still love her. But it’s you I can’t stop thinking about.”

This time when your lips met, Spencer knew he wasn’t imaging it. He knew the way you felt and the way you tasted was real.

He helped you out of your clothes and you helped him out of his with no more words spoken between you.

He laid you back to bed, taking a second to look down at you in all your incredible glory before he joined you on the bed.

He kissed you again briefly but was soon shuffling down the bed, parting your legs and wasting no tie burying his head between them.

You moaned, reaching for his hair as his tongue lapped over your clit. You submerged your fingers into his hair, getting lost in his tresses.

His hands wandered your thighs as he worked you with his tongue.

The noises you were making echoed around the room and it made Spencer’s cock throb. Your taste and your sounds were making him delirious, and he never wanted it to end.

He licked between your folds, gathering your wetness on his tongue, making him feel dizzy. Your thighs were tightening, trying to squeeze together as you tugged on his hair.

“Spencer,” you whined. “Spence, please.”

He smiled to himself, burying his tongue into you.

“What do you want?” He spoke, his voice vibrating through you. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

He lapped over your sensitive clit again, causing the most beautiful noises to leave your lips.

“I want you to…oh fuck…” you moaned again. “Fuck me Spencer. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

Your words caused Spencer to moan and once again it vibrated through you to your core.

He dove his tongue through your folds once more, wanting to taste every last bit of you before he sat back, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Say it again.” Spencer took his own shaft in his hand as he knelt over you and started stroking himself.

“I want you to fuck me, Spencer! I want you inside of me like I’ve never wanted anything before!”

You pulled him down by his arm and kissed him hard, his dick nestling between your legs.

“Fuck that’s hot, Y/N.” He spoke into your mouth as he plunged himself deep inside of you, causing you to let out the filthiest moan he’d ever heard.

He sat back so he could look at you, on his knees on the mattress and he pulled you closer.

He pulled your ass into his lap but you stayed laying down, arching your back.

He started thrusting into you with more vigour than you expected.

Since joining Liam’s gym, Spencer had shed the weight he’d gained and toned up in all the right places. For the first time in his life he felt confident in his body.

It was allowing him confidence in his sexual performance and it showed.

He’d always been on the meek side in the bedroom, always letting Margo take the reins and lead him wherever she wanted him. Not today.

He pulled you up by your arm. You were like a rag doll, so easy to manipulate how he saw fit.

He pulled you so you were sitting in his lap and he stroked your hair back from your flushed face.

“Ride me.” He instructed you, gripping your hips to show you it wasn’t a request.

You were happy to oblige, holding his shoulders to steady yourself while you started moving up and down on him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” He gasped, the new angle allowing him to delve deeper inside of you.

He felt like he’d spent his whole life drowning, as though he’d been just below the surface unable to break free of the waves that continuously crashed around him.

You felt like coming up for air. You felt like the first breath he’d been able to take after a lifetime underwater.

You felt like the waves parting, a ray of sunlight beaming down on him as he surfaced.

You felt like home.

And Spencer was so overwhelmed he thought he might actually fucking cry.

But he couldn’t do that.

Instead he started thrusting to meet your movements, concentrating on your moans and the way your breasts heaved with your heavy breathing.

He balled your hair up in his hand and yanked your head backwards so he could suck on the flesh of your neck.

And just like in his fantasies, he uttered, “tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

It sounded more pathetic than he would have liked it to but he tried not to focus on it and focused instead on the way your neck tasted beneath his lips.

You moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, Spencer. You. Only you.” You panted in reply.

He had no way to know if you were lying or not but he chose to believe you weren’t. He needed to believe in that moment that he was like coming up for air for you too.

He pulled you close by your neck and kissed your lips as you continued moving on top of him.

You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the intensity in which he hit you repeatedly in your sweet spot.

You knew you were already close. You also knew this was going to be an incredibly intense orgasm.

Spencer detached his lips from yours and your head fell to his shoulder. Your movements were becoming lazy so Spencer started thrusting harder up into you.

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He mumbled into your hair. “So fucking good. You’re such a fucking good girl.”

His words were enough to push you over your edge and he felt it in the way you clenched around him and the moan that left your lips was the most filthy noise he’d ever had the pleasure of listening to.

He wanted to bottle that noise.

He wrapped his arms around you to keep you upright but it only took a few more thrusts before Spencer was coming too, moaning into your hair.

He kept you in his lap while he rode out his orgasm and then he gently laid you back to the bed and pulled out.

He laid down next to you and stroked your hair off your sweat slicked face.

You smiled dopily at him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered, placing kisses along your hairline. “Such a good, good girl.”

The sound of a phone ringing permeated the bliss. Spencer shot up instantly, locating his pants and freeing his phone from the pocket.

Your head was still hazy as you tried to listen to half of the conversation. It only lasted a minute at most before he hung up.

You heard him sigh deeply.

“That was Margo.” He chewed his lip.

In an instant, your haziness wore off and you were suddenly very aware of everything.

You pulled the sheet around your naked body.

“Ok.” You croaked.

“She wants to see me. She’s heading to the house.”

You clenched your jaw to stop your tears from falling.

This had been the plan all along, to help him get back together with Margo.

You forced yourself to smile.

“Go!” You nudged him in the arm. “Go to her!”

He looked like he might protest. For the briefest second he looked like he was contemplating staying with you.

But of course he didn’t.

He smiled as he pushed himself up from the bed.

You watched as he dressed, feeling as though your chest was constricting more and more with every passing second.

Once he was dressed he smiled at you a little sadly.

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t want to…”

“It’s ok.” You shook your head. “It’s really ok, Spencer. Now go get your woman.”

The second Spencer was out the door, your tears broke free.

How could you have been so stupid? You knew all this time Margo was the only woman Spencer would ever love, but you’d fooled yourself into believing he’d wanted you and only you.

Had she been on his mind the whole time? Was he thinking of that bitch when he fucked you?

You curled into a ball and sobbed into your pillow.

You’d let Spencer use you. And what was worse, you’d let yourself fall for him.

You hated yourself at that moment. You were angry at Spencer but you were more angry at yourself.

Your heart had already been fragile when you met him, like a piece of cracked China that would only take the slightest bit of manhandling to shatter completely.

You’d held yourself together the best you could after your break up with Liam with now your heart was well and truly in pieces.

And you only had yourself to blame.

***

Spencer felt terrible for the way he’d left you and come running as soon as Margo had called. But it was Margo, what was he supposed to do?

He took a small bit of comfort in the fact that had it been you receiving a call from Liam, you would have done the same.

He was berating himself the whole drive home, hating the way he’d left but knowing he would always jump when Margo asked.

He just hoped you’d understand.

He let himself into the house to find Margo standing in the living room, with a sheepish look on her face.

“I still had my key.” She shrugged.

“What is this?” Spencer didn’t dare move any closer to her. “Why did you call? Why are you here?”

“I made a mistake, Spencie. I made a really stupid mistake. I miss you so, so much.” She stepped a little closer to him.

After all the pain she’d caused him, Spencer wanted to tell her to hit the road. He wanted to tell her he’d met someone else and he didn’t care if she’d missed him. Where had she been when he’d missed her?

But one look in Margo’s eyes and Spencer was like putty in her hand. He got lost in those eyes the way he had done so many times before.

He remembered all the reasons he loved her while all the reasons he hated slipped away.

Somehow Margo was now right in front of him, her hands on his shoulders giving him that smile he’d first fallen in love with.

“You still love me, don’t you Spencie?”

Yes I do, even if it makes me an idiot, I do.

He didn’t speak, he just nodded because saying it out loud made him feel like an idiot.

He shouldn’t still love her. He wished he didn’t still love her.

It was enough for her to throw her arms around his neck and then their lips met and Spencer felt himself tumbling down a rabbit hole.

He let her kiss him. He let her lead him to their bedroom. He let her undress him and push him back to the bed.

That’s how things worked with Margo. What Margo said was what happened. He was her puppet. It was only now that he was really realising that.

She ran her hands over his torso, admiring his new muscles.

“Have you been working out, baby?”

“Yeah.” He nodded stiffly.

Thank god it was that she noticed and not that he smelt like another woman.

***

A few days passed and you just had to keep your head above water.

You tried not to let yourself think of Spencer or Liam or Margo or any of the horrible situations you’d found yourself in recently.

Three days later you came into work to find a handwritten note on your desk.

All it said was - “meet me in the stairwell at 10.”

You knew who it was from. You didn’t know why Spencer couldn’t just text you like a normal person.

Ten o clock was only two hours away but it was the longest two hours of your life.

You redirected calls, replied to emails and tried to keep your mind busy but you couldn’t stop watching the clock.

When ten finally rolled around your whole body was buzzing in anticipation but not a good kind. It felt as though your body had been set to vibrate because you couldn’t physically stop moving.

Spencer was already in the stairwell, sheepishly scuffing the toe of his worn converse on the ground.

He looked up when he heard the door open and his expression said more than words ever could.

He went to speak but his voice was lost in his throat. You didn’t need him to speak to hear him.

“You and Margo worked things out.” You kept your distance, no longer trusting yourself to be close to him.

“Yeah.” He swallowed, his eyes darting about as though too scared to look at you.

“I’m happy for you.” You lied, and you think he knew you were lying too because his eyes finally settled on you and his eyebrow raised a little.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You shook your head. “It was always the plan. I was here to help you win her back and you were here to help me win Liam back.”

The mention of Liam’s name caused a pained expression to form on Spencer’s features.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

“What for?” You chewed your lip, willing yourself not to cry.

“Yesterday Liam proposed to Becky. And she said yes.”

His words should have been a punch to your gut. You should have crumbled hearing the love of your life was getting married.

But you didn’t care. You were no longer even sure Liam was the love of your life.

But the love of your life was with another woman.

“Ok.” You croaked. “It’s ok.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated and you knew he’d reverted back to apologising for himself rather than Liam.

“We’ll still be friends. We’ll still hang out.” Your smile died before it reached your lips because Spencer was shaking his head.

“We can’t.” He sniffed. “Margo’s met you. It’s too complicated.”

“Right.” Why was it more painful hearing that than finding out Liam was getting married?

Well, you knew why. You knew exactly why.

“I’m sorry.”

“Would you stop saying that?” You snapped a little harsher than you’d meant to. “It doesn’t make anything better, Spencer. Look, I've got to get back to work. I’ll see you around I guess.”

You couldn’t bear to face him anymore, on the cusp of tears. You barely took two steps before he was calling after you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry! I wish I had something better to say but I don’t. But I really am sorry.”

You looked at him over your shoulder briefly as you reached the door. Your heart was shattering in your chest as you looked at him.

But you’d be damned if you let him know that.

“And I really don’t care, Spencer.” And with that you left, leaving him staring at the empty spot you’d just been occupying.

***

Five Months Later

When you’d received the invite your initial reaction had been to trash it.

But after reading the handwritten note tucked inside the invite, you’d had a really quick turn around.

Y/N,

I know I don’t have any right to send you this, and I would totally understand if you just trashed it.

But you were a big part of my life for so long that it wouldn’t feel right for me if you weren’t at my wedding.

Like I said, I get if you just toss this away. But it would really mean the world to me if you would consider coming.

All the best,

Liam.

Honestly, the last place you expected to find yourself was at your ex boyfriend's wedding. Least of all at your ex boyfriend’s wedding in New York.

And even more bizarrely was finding yourself at your ex boyfriend’s wedding, in New York with Lawrence as your date.

You’d bumped into him in a bar a few days after the invite arrived. You’d talked to him about it, although you have no idea why.

He listened patiently with a seemingly genuine interest. And he’d offered to come with you.

At first you’d laughed because there was no way you were taking this creep with you to Liam’s wedding.

But the more you thought about it, the more you didn’t want to go alone. And Lawrence as a date seemed better than no date at all.

The wedding was being held at a grand hotel in Manhattan. You made it through the ceremony without crying or wishing the bride was you. Mostly because you didn’t wish it was you.

The trouble had come at the reception.

Lawrence left you at your table while he went in search of drinks. You were scrolling through Instagram on your phone when someone cleared their throat in your vicinity.

You glanced up from your phone and you swore to god your whole world stopped turning.

He looked like a goddamn dream in his dark tux, crisp white shirt and burgundy tie.

His hair was still as messy as you remembered even at a wedding and he had a few days worth of stubble growth on his face.

“Spencer,” you stood up, smoothing down the front of your dress. “What are you doing here?”

“Liam and I became friends. We still hang out.” He shrugged sheepishly.

“Of course you do.” You rolled your eyes in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you’d be here. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known you-“

“Don’t I know you?” Spencer was cut off by a stunning redhead sashaying over, but she wasn’t looking at him.

“I uh…”

“You’re the bitch that slept with my boyfriend!”

Now, it was hard to say who exactly she was talking about.

She could have been talking about Lawrence because she wasn’t to know you hadn’t slept with him after she walked in on you.

But she could have also been talking about Spencer.

“Margo, please.” Spencer lightly touched her arm. “Now’s not the time.”

“She slept with Lawrence when I was still with him.”

“I actually didn’t.” At least Lawrence you could deny. Thank god she wasn’t talking about Spencer.

“Did someone say my name?” As if right on cue, Lawrence appeared with your drinks and shit was about to get awkward.

“Lawrence?” Margo gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m Y/N’s date.” He smiled smugly at her.

“Wow.” Spencer scoffed. “Really? You couldn’t do better than him?”

Margo looked between you and Spencer sensing the recognition between the two of you.

But before she could say anything, your party got a little bigger.

“Hey, I’m so glad you guys could all make it!” Liam beamed, his arm around his new wife, clearly not sensing the tension.

“Do you know Y/N?” Margo narrowed her eyes on Spencer, ignoring Liam and Becky’s arrival.

“Spencer doesn’t know Y/N. Why do you know Y/N?” Liam spoke up with a frown of confusion.

You wanted to just slip away while there were no eyes on you. You wanted to slip away and run far, far away from this place before things got anymore awkward.

But you were frozen to the spot.

“My ex boyfriend cheated on me with her.”

“That would be me!” Lawrence held his hand up.

“What’s your ex boyfriend doing here?” Becky frowned now.

“He’s here with Y/N!” Margo sighed. “How do you know Y/N?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” Liam was really confused.

Everyone was really confused.

“Maybe I should go.” You found yourself speaking and all eyes were suddenly on you.

But there was only one set you were looking back at.

“Don’t.” Spencer spoke quietly. “Please, don’t go.”

“So you do know each other?” Margo sounded enraged. “How do you know her?”

“We uh…we work in the same building.” Spencer replied but he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

You chewed on your lip, knowing if you stayed too long you would break down.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help the words that came flying out of your mouth. You wanted to hurt them all at that moment. You wanted every single one of them to hurt the way you were hurting.

“We met at work right after you and I broke up Liam, and right after Margo broke up with him. We hatched a plan together. I got Spencer to befriend you in the hopes of talking you away from Becky and back to me. And I seduced Lawrence to show Margo the kind of man he really was so she would realise what she was missing with Spencer.”

Spencer’s face dropped, his mouth falling open as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I’m surprisingly ok with that.” Lawrence shrugged.

“No one asked you.” Margo spat at him.

“I’m truly sorry Becky. I didn’t mean for you to get dragged into all of this. I just thought everyone should know the truth. Oh, Margo, do you want to know something really funny?” You laughed dryly, patting the other woman on the shoulder. “When you said I slept with your boyfriend, for a minute I thought you’d found out and me and Spencer! How awkward would that have been!”

And on that bombshell, you dropped the metaphorical microphone and turned on your heels, marching away with your head held high.

You heard a lot of gasps and raised voices left behind in your wake. And for the first time since Spencer left you that night, you smiled a real, genuine smile.

***

Spencer had been in for a world of pain after your outburst. Margo had dragged him back to their hotel room where an extremely volatile screaming match had ensued.

A very one-sided screaming match. Spencer didn’t really say much of anything.

It had cultivated in him telling Margo he didn’t want to be with her anymore. He told her he’d made a mistake getting back together with her and his heart wasn’t in it anymore.

It had ended with her kicking him out their room and Spencer drowning his sorrows at the hotel bar.

He wasn’t sure how long he was nursing his whisky for when he felt a presence in the chair next to him.

He looked up at you at a complete loss for words.

“I wanted to find you and tell you I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did. I was angry and I was hurt and I-“

“I’m not mad at you.” Spencer chuckled. “Not even a little bit. In fact, I’m glad you did it.”

“You’re…you’re glad?”

“Crazy right?” Spencer sighed. “I would have stayed with her. I would have spent the rest of my life with her if you hadn’t said what you did. I’ve always been a sucker for her, Y/N. Maybe it’s because she was my first love. Maybe it’s because she was the first woman that ever made me feel like I was worthy of love. Maybe I’m just a complete fool. But I would have stayed with her if it hadn’t been for what you said. And for that I’m glad. I’m finally free from her spell.”

“Well then, I guess…you’re welcome?”

“I know you don’t want to hear it but I really am sorry for that night, Y/N. I was an idiot for choosing her over you. You're my slow burn.”

“It’s too late, Spencer. You really, really hurt me. I can’t just forgive that.”

Spencer sighed, nodding sadly. He knew he’d fucked up and he knew he’d have to pay for that for the rest of his life.

“I wish there were a better word to say I’m sorry.”

“With your IQ and you can’t think of a better word?” You teased him, making him laugh. “Look, I wanted you to know that I’m going to be leaving the FBI. I’m going back to college doing night classes in business. And I’ve got an internship lined up which I know is so lame at my age but-“

“That’s awesome.” He smiled genuinely at you. “That’s really fucking awesome.”

“Thanks.” You blushed a little. “I’m also moving out of the “frat” house. I am way too old to be living with college students. Even if I am going to be one again.”

“I’m really proud of you, Y/N.” He gently placed his hand on your arm and you hated that goosebumps instantly flared under your skin at his touch.

“Well I’m going to call it a night.” You slid out of your chair and stood up.

“Goodbye, Y/N. It’s been a pleasure.” He smiled sadly at you.

“Goodbye, Spencer.”

***

Goodbyes were never all that they were cracked up to be, especially when they weren’t actually goodbye.

The following day you were in your seat on your flight back to DC when you saw the tall, messy haired man making his way down the aisle.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when he took his seat across the aisle from you.

Did the world really hate you this much? Why did the universe insist on throwing the two of you together time after time?

The plane took off and you focused on your book, refusing to look at Spencer.

You reread the same page over and over, not being able to focus on the words due to his proximity to you.

A few times you felt his eyes on you and you almost caved. But you stayed strong, eyes glued to the pages in front of you.

About half way through the flight you noticed in your peripheral vision that he got up headed in the direction of the bathroom.

You didn’t watch him go. You forced your eyes to remain down. It was one of the hardest things you’d ever done.

A few moments later the tannoy sounded and a voice came through the speakers.

“Uh…excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?”

You froze.

You tore your eyes away from your book towards the front of the plane where Spencer was standing holding the airplane's intercom system and looking right at you.

“Sorry to disturb you all but uh…there’s something I need to do.”

You glared at him wide eyed, your heart hammering in your chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You mouthed at him but he simply gave you a shaky smile.

“I’ve never seen a rom-com before but I was once told that there is a pivotal moment in them where the guy is about to lose the girl and unless he makes some kind of grand, sweeping gesture, he’s going to lose her forever. He has to prove his love for her by making a complete fool out of himself.” He paused to take a breath, his hands shaking. “I’m in love with the woman in thirteen D and I messed it up in a huge way. So I guess the only thing left for me to do to show her what she means to me, is by making a grand gesture.”

Lots of sets of eyes were now on you, the woman in thirteen D.

You had tears silently rolling down your cheeks, eyes on Spencer and no one else.

And then as if the fact that Spencer Reid, the man who said he would never make a grand gesture for anyone, standing and addressing a flight full of people wasn’t enough, he took it a step further still.

Completely unaccompanied, out of tune and out of time, Spencer started to sing.

“Don't leave me in all this pain,

Don't leave me out in the rain.

Come back and bring back my smile,

Come and take these tears away.

I need your arms to hold me now,

The nights are so unkind.

Bring back those nights when I held you beside me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened to him, somewhat murdering, Toni Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart.

You were taken back to the first night the two of you spent together at the karaoke bar, singing this song and Spencer having no clue of the words.

Of course his eidetic memory would only have to hear it once to remember the lyrics.

“Un-break my heart,

Say you'll love me again.

Undo this hurt you caused,

When you walked out the door,

And walked out of my life.

Un-cry these tears,

I cried so many nights,

Un-break my heart.

My heart.”

He didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second as he serenaded you.

You smiled at him through your tears. Unromantic, against grand gestures Spencer Reid was singing to you in front of all these people because he didn’t want to lose you.

Fight or flight. Go big or go home.

He’d made the decision that winning you back was worth making a complete fool himself over.

The two of you shared a knowing look as he continued. He’d unbroken your heart only to break it again. But here he was trying to help you unbreak it once more.

Broken or unbroken, your heart belonged to him. And now you knew for sure, his also belonged to you.

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[yandere-sins]

Hello! Can i request a yandere bully! Bakugou, locking a darling in the locker? I may leave You there for a while, and comfort you when the reader is begging you to

Continuation of this one here! Thanks for requesting ^-^

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You couldn’t deny that the feeling wasn’t new.

Being roughly shoved into the barely big enough locker, you both felt scared and, at the same time, knew what to do. Braking your fall with your back, you kept your head forward so you wouldn’t hit it again, the mild concussion you had last time having been learn-experience enough. You had closed your eyes out of instinct when Bakugou gripped your shirt, but they snapped open immediately, trying to help you. However, Bakugou, too, had honed his skills, slamming the door close before you could squeeze your fingers in its way.

You’d rather have a broken finger than suffer this ordeal again if you were honest.

“No!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing it was futile since no one else was around. Still, a part of you hoped that you might be able to intimidate Bakugou to think this over. “Shut. Up,” was his angry reply, his fist hammering into the locker door with every word. You had to fear he might actually break through the door by force, but it would have been in your favor.

It was so damn frustrating. You always thought you had done something to Bakugou, apologized over and over to him, so maybe he’d stop his bullying. But after finally talking to someone about it, you had decided that you wouldn’t engage with him anymore, and well... it just so happened you found comfort in the arms of the new student who finally treated you well as the only person ever since you came to UA. Everyone had always been too scared of Bakugou once he started targeting you. Of course, you couldn’t blame them either...

You and the new student started to hang out at any time, so you could avoid being targeted, and you spent some of the most wonderful hours by his side. The bullying did seem to stop now that a witness was always around, and you were so sure it was finally over, and you could move on. What could have caused Bakugou to explode the way he did? Not only did he punch your new boyfriend - and possibly broke his nose - no, he also carried you off without permission, bringing you to your most hated place on planet earth.

The annex had always been sparsely visited by students and teachers alike. There were just some clubrooms around, but since it was already late in the afternoon and a sunny day, most members were out in the fields or back in the dorms already. But strangely enough, even the weirdo Bakugou had a locker here; one big enough to fit a person in it.

“You can’t-- Ah, damnit, Bakugou! Stop locking me in this damn locker! It’s not funny anymore! What did I ever do to you?!”

Perhaps you were feeling especially feisty that day. You never had screamed at him like this, except if you were pleading for mercy. But ever since your boyfriend convinced you to see the guidance counselor, you had started to come out of your shell. Everything had been so good. Why was it coming back to bite you in the ass now?

Bakugou didn’t respond. No mocking comment, no snide remarks. Not even threats or insults belittling you, even as you started hammering your fists against the door. Out of experience, you knew someone would come. You were sure your boyfriend already contacted the teachers and people were searching for you, and latest when someone passed by, you could reach out and ask for help. But were you really going to fall back into old behavior and just sit it out? Wait for the time to pass and life to go on like before?

“... like you,” you suddenly heard from outside, a tiny voice compared to the usual boom and vibrato that Bakugou had. “What?!” you hissed, annoyed that once ‘his majesty’ decided to talk, he did it so you couldn’t understand. A long groan escaped him, furious and raging. “Just listen, you idiot! I said I like you!”

This time, the ‘What’ echoing in your head was left silent. Your mouth hung open as you stared at the blonde tuft of hair through the slits in the locker, Bakugou standing there with his back turned towards you. “... the fuck...” you finished your thought, accidentally saying it out loud and quickly realizing it, but it was already too late.

“What’s your problem,” Bakugou grumbled, annoyed, and part of you was glad not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t have known how to come to terms with him blushing or nervously fidgeting around like someone who just confessed usually would. “Just tell me what your fucking answer is.”

“No,” you replied instantly, without even a moment of hesitation. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think it over before blurting it out but never. You could never imagine yourself at the side of your bully, the person who made your life a living hell. Someone who’d lock you in a locker to confess to you. What kind of joke was this?

“No?” he mumbled, suddenly turning around, you two staring eye to eye through the slits. “What do you mean ‘no’?!”

“Is this a joke?!” you barked back. “Tell me it’s a joke, ’cause there’s no way I could be together with you!”

Bakugou opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his eyes only grew redder, expression growing mad and furious, and you heard the unexpected crashing of fists against the metal, making you flinch back. The whole situation seemed so surreal, but it was very, very real. Standing up for yourself made you feel strong, but when uncomfortable silence befell you two, you started to overthink again.

“Bakugou...” you mumbled, placing your hand against the door. You were back to only seeing his hair, but you knew he was leaning forward, probably starring daggers into the ground. Maybe not everything was too late. Perhaps you could fix this, appeal to him one more time. “Just let me out, okay? You and I... that doesn’t work, but we can stop being children and scream at each other and just go our separate ways.”

You couldn’t think of a better way to talk to him. After all, you couldn’t understand what was going on inside of him at all. He had been bullying for god-knows-how-long, yet, he thought he liked you? Couldn’t he see the contradiction in his statement and actions? But this cruelty had to end at some point and now was as good as any. Going different ways would help him too, you were sure.

“Children?” he whispered, finally snapping upwards again to stare at you with a mocking expression. “Do you think my feelings aren’t real?”

Weirded out by his behavior, you only shook your head.

“I don’t think you know your position in this. There is no ‘no’ when I ask you if you like me.”

“Bakugou...”

“It’s that guy, isn’t it? He’s in the way, right? He’s been stealing you from me, taking up all your time that you should spend with me, isn’t he?”

“Bakugou, please, we’re never spending time together--”

“He’s making you say no because you’re guilty, am I right? I can take care of that, you know?”

“Wait!” you interrupted his speech, sudden panic rising inside of you. You were well aware of Bakugou’s strength, but attacking your boyfriend wouldn’t make any of you happy! “If you go, I’ll scream! They’ll find me, and I’ll tell them what you’re doing! That’s criminal! Aren’t you studying to be a hero?!”

Your appeals were met with a cocky grin, his eyes shining as if you just challenged him. “Who says I can’t be a hero and still beat the shit out of that bastard?”

“Everyone! Everyone will know what they did! I will tell them!”

“Try it,” he hissed before pushing away from the locker. You threw yourself against it, but the door must have jammed when he kept bashing into it. Slapping your palm and hammering your fists didn’t help as you had to watch him walk away after looking at you in this typical, belittling way he used, always looking down on you. “You can have some time to think about your answer while I’m taking care of some business. Remember what day it is?” Bakugou yelled back over his shoulder, and you could hear the smug grin on his lips.

“What day...? Friday?” Your eyes widened suddenly as you realized that there were no clubs on the weekend due to the new regulations for safety, and you began to panic and scream Bakugou’s name after him. If you’d just have to spend the night, that would be manageable, but with the strange mood he was in, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him to come let you out anytime soon. A whole weekend inside the locker would kill you for sure, and tears rolled down your cheeks as his footsteps slowly faded.

What a monster.

How could you ever like him back?

What more would you have to endure because of him?

But truth be told, what else could you do but tell him you liked him? You just wanted to get out of the hell that was this locker. Save yourself from the embarrassment and torture.

"I like you! Bakugou, I like you!" you screamed.

But the footsteps didn't come running back.

[idy-ll-ique]

A Good Look.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: major angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, domestic violence (no graphic descriptions). hella curse words in one paragraph. one infinity war reference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Requested: nope

Summary: reader works at a bar owned by the notorious mob boss. he immediately takes a liking to her; unfortunately, she's taken. but is she happy in her relationship? hm, not quite...

Author's Note: hiya peeps! enjoy!

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For her, it started small. It was her first day working. When Y/N had seen him walk into the bar, flanked by two of his closest friends, sure— for a moment, she was stunned, as were the other women working with her, but then as soon as he was out of sight, she returned to her work, ignoring her friends as they talked about the man.

Y/N knew better. She knew the kind of man he was, the way he was with a different woman almost every day and she knew better than to develop any kind of feelings for him. Plus, she was a taken woman herself, thinking about another man while being in a relationship with someone had to be wrong, right?

That's why she wanted an out— to break up with her current boyfriend. And he even made it easier for her by being the worst fucking boyfriend on the planet earth. She had hundreds of reasons as to why she was breaking up with him, the only question was when she could do it. Anyway, back to James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes...

Y/N couldn't help it. She went from ignoring him, to stealing small glances at him, to dreaming about him to thinking about him 24/7 in a matter of months.

Y/N worked as a bartender at one of the bars that the mobster owned. Heck, Bucky Barnes owned half the city, but that bar was one of his favorite places to visit. He went there everyday, most days not having a drink, but keeping a watchful gaze on the events that took place around the bar. There would be fights sometimes, and sometimes, the older men would hit on the young bartenders.

He didn't care, of course he didn't. That is, until he saw her. The moment he laid his eyes on her, her name still unknown to him, he was enamored. He kept looking over at her as she worked, sometimes giggling along with the other bartenders, sometimes cracking jokes that made all of them keel over in laughter.

Every time he saw her laughing, his heart fluttered in his chest and a warmth settled over him. He felt light-headed and giddy, even though he didn't drink. Within a few months, he was sure, he wanted her to be his indefinitely. Y/N, however, was shocked at his behavior, not knowing that she was the one who stole his heart.

His promiscuity stopped within the first week of him noticing Y/N. He no longer had one-night stands, no more dames by his side as he attended lavish parties, and the news had caught on. Who is the woman who won the mobster's affections? Y/N had read in a paper one morning. She felt… kind of relieved that he wasn't a playboy anymore.

It wasn't a good look on him.

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Y/N was cleaning the counter with a rag when she heard the door opening and closing. Ugh, another customer. She looked up and grimaced as she saw one of the old, pervy bastards sitting in front of her, a smile on his face. "Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" She kept the annoyance from seeping into her voice.

He gave her his order and leaned forward, which caused Y/N to unconsciously lean back. "Change your mind today?" he smirked, picking up the glass just as Y/N set it down in front of him, causing their fingers to brush. She shuddered. "No," she replied politely, glancing around the room, hoping someone would come save her. As if. That's when their eyes met.

Y/N found herself staring at the man of her dreams, who was sitting in the corner of the bar with his friends. And he was staring straight back at her. Y/N gulped and turned away from him, instead focusing on the man in front of her who was shamelessly flirting with the woman who had to be at least 20 years younger than him.

"Stop flirting with my employee and let her do her job."

The entire bar froze the moment James Buchanan Barnes got up from his seat, heading towards Y/N. Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his cool but threatening tone as he stared at the pervert, his eyebrows raised. The bar was silent as the man gulped and backed away from the counter, running out of the door like a chicken. Y/N stared at the floor.

"Hey."

She looked up and audibly gulped again, wincing in embarrassment when she realized that he had to know how scared she was. "Mr Barnes," she greeted, though it came out more like a squeak as her voice cracked. Please, go away, don't stand so close to me, I can't take it, go away, she kept muttering in her head.

"You okay?" he asked gently, not wanting the poor woman to collapse from anxiety. Some sadistic part of him liked it that she was so afraid of him, but mostly, he just wanted to make her feel comfortable. "Yeah." Y/N relaxed a bit at his question when she realized he wasn't going to hurt or fire her.

"Good." Then he walked away like he hadn't just set Y/N's entire body on fire by talking to her. As he sat back down on his seat, he inwardly cursed himself for not asking her her name. I don't even know the name of the woman I have fallen head over heels for, nice going Barnes! Gah! He ran a hand through his hair, glaring at nothing in particular.

He stayed until it was closing time, and found out something so incredible that his heart soared at the information. Y/N was the only employee who stayed until closing time. Y/N groaned loudly in the seemingly empty bar as she swept the place, not noticing the mobster boss sitting in the dark corner, watching her.

"Fuck you, Y/N. Fuck. You. Literally. What was the fucking reason?!" Y/N grumbled to herself, her voice reverberating off the walls in the empty place. "He was just checking up on you. Why the fuck did you treat him like he was the monster?! You dumbass. Ugh, I'm gonna have to make it up to him; what if he fires me?!" Y/N couldn't help the tears.

"He checked up on you and no thank you. What an ungrateful little bitch you are, you… you fucking idiot," Y/N continued speaking through the tears. "Maybe a free drink when he comes back tomorrow? Hah, as if, he owns the fucking bar. What should I do? Sleep with him? As if. Fuck. Shit."

"How about we start by washing your mouth with a soapbar, doll?"

Y/N froze when she heard him. Oh God, he was still here. "M-Mr Barnes?" she stammered, turning towards the voice. Bucky got up from his seat and strode towards her, making sure to keep some distance between them as he stopped in front of her. "Do you always ramble to yourself while you work?" he questioned amusedly.

When she had started rambling, he was confused. Who was she talking about? Then, he connected the dots. At first he was a bit amused but as her speech continued, he couldn't take it. How can someone degrade themselves so much? Y/N couldn't answer him, her vocal cords tied in a knot in her throat.

"I asked you something, and I'm waiting for an answer." At the authoritative tone she looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I— uh, yeah, it's— it's, um, become a habit," she muttered, breathing heavily. What was he going to do to her? "You shouldn't cuss yourself out so much, doll," he frowned, crossing his arms. And without thinking, she replied, "Sorry."

"That man was clearly bothering you, I did what I had to do. I didn't expect anything in return. Sure, a thank you would've been nice," he teased lightly, "But please, never talk to yourself like that ever again, okay?" His gentleness turned something inside of Y/N and suddenly, she felt relaxed. Like she had known him for years.

"Okay. Oh, and, thank you." She gave him a smile so winsome that all he wanted to do was hold her against him and never let go. "Hold on, maybe there is something you can do." The smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "What is it?" she asked him, blinking. "Can we talk? Maybe you can tell me about yourself, and I can get to know you better."

So she did. Both of them sat at the bar with Bucky's favorite beer poured in mugs, talking. Y/N told him about how she was a university student, and that she had taken the job because she was in need of money. "You aren't scared? A lot of shit happens here, doll," Bucky commented, sipping his beer. "I don't know… it doesn't faze me as much as it should."

"And me! I'm the most dangerous man in the city and yet, you agreed to sit here with me, alone." At that, a smile bloomed on Y/N's face, the beer getting to her head, loosening her up. She looked away from him, almost shyly. "You saved me today, Mr Barnes. How can I not trust the guy who saved me?" Bucky's heart started hammering in his chest.

"Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot," he spoke sincerely. "You're welcome! So, uh, I actually have to go to uni early tomorrow, so… I'd like to go home, please?" He immediately nodded at her words, helping her off the stool. He even helped her finish her chores before she locked the main door and turned around, smiling at Bucky.

"Well, this is it, I guess. Goodbye, Mr Barnes."

"Let me drop you home, please." And he did, pestering her until she agreed to get in his car. She insisted her apartment building was only a 15-minute walk away from the bar, but he wouldn't listen. "A lot can happen in 15 minutes, doll." And Y/N couldn't help but snort. "That's what she said." Her joke made him laugh so hard that he almost swerved the car into the sidewalk.

As Y/N stared at the laughing man, she felt tingly inside. Her feelings rushed to her; butterflies in her stomach. When they reached home, again, he insisted on dropping her off at her apartment, but Y/N declined. And this time, he didn't fight it. "Goodnight, Mr Barnes," she told him with a sweet smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

He had been such a gentleman that day, he deserved it. "Bucky will do, my love. Be safe, okay? We'll meet tomorrow." With that, he drove off.

And for the first time in months, Y/N went to sleep happy, giddy and absolutely satisfied.

So did Bucky.

---

After that one incident in the bar, Y/N and Bucky became close. When he was at the bar, Y/N was the center of his attention. He was the one who now sat in front of her, talking to her about his day and asking her about hers. "Tell me about your uni, doll," or, "Do you know what they did to me today? Ugh! Maniacs!"

Soon, everyone in the bar started giving them space. They knew the two were not sleeping together, but Barnes had, at last, found a female friend. How did they know the two were not sleeping together, you ask? Simple. Y/N still had a boyfriend. An abusive one, so she didn't tell Barnes.

After finding out about the events that had taken place at the bar that day between Y/N and Bucky, her boyfriend had reached new heights of jealousy and insecurity, not hesitating to raise a hand on his own girlfriend as he blatantly accused her of cheating on him with the mobster. It wasn't true by a long shot, and it hurt.

Y/N hadn't told Bucky about her boyfriend, because she knew that if she told him, he'd kill her boyfriend. She was about to break up with him anyway, so getting Bucky involved would only create more problems. A peaceful break up, and it was over. Unfortunately, peace was not involved on the day of the inevitable break up...

Bucky was already at the bar, but was grumpy since Y/N wasn't there. He was so desperate that he had asked one of her friends if she knew where the woman was. But the other woman could only shake her head, indicating that she didn't know. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, his eyes trailing to the door the moment he heard it opening. He froze.

Everybody did.

Y/N was standing there, a very noticeable dark red patch on her white t-shirt. When she noticed that everyone was staring at her, especially Bucky, it made her nervous. Should've stayed at home. For a moment, she actually did consider going back out through the door but Bucky spoke up first. "Y/N, come here. Everyone out, bar's closed."

His tone was something she had never heard before. A mixture of annoyance, hurt, worry, but mostly anger. In another scenario, the scene of all the people scrambling out of the tiny door would've been extremely hilarious. But here, no one was laughing. Y/N stood frozen until the door closed behind her.

"I asked you to come here, doll."

Instinctively, she strode towards him, stopping just a few inches away. He stared down at her, jaw clenched. Being a mobster, he was used to seeing blood and could identify it easily. And it was definitely blood that was covering almost a sixth of Y/N's t-shirt. "Lift your shirt. Take it off, right now," he snarled.

Y/N, not wanting him to take his anger out on her, immediately ripped the t-shirt off of her, standing in front of him in her sports bra, a deep gash just under her left breast. Y/N flinched when his fingers came in contact with her wound and Bucky immediately retracted his arm. "What happened?" His tone changed. Now, it was simply full of hurt.

"He stabbed me." Bucky's hands balled into fists at his side. One name, all he needed her to do was give him a name and the bastard was dead, whether she liked it or not. "Who did?" "My boyfriend." Bucky went rigid at her words. All this time, she was taken? "You have a…?" She shook her head, letting her tears fall free. "Not anymore." That reassured him.

"I decided to break up with him today. Decided to do it before my shift here, so my job could distract me. He… he didn't like it. And he…" Y/N choked out through the tears. Bucky's body was boiling with anger. "Tell me his name right now." Y/N started feeling light-headed. "Bucky…" she whispered feebly, swaying on her spot. And he cursed loudly when she fell forward, unconscious.

He carried her out of the bar, put her in his car and drove above the speed limit to his place. He had a private infirmary at his mansion, where he knew Y/N would be the safest. Once he was home, not caring that his expensive suit was getting ruined by blood, he ran to the infirmary, Y/N in his arms. The doctors took her in for an operation and they had to admit—

They had never seen the mobster look so scared.

After he was sure Y/N was in good hands, Bucky went to the sitting room, where his friend, Sam, sat. "Pull out everything you can get on Y/N. Check everything. Social media— I need the name of her ex boyfriend." Sam got to work instantly, not wanting to aggravate the man. Turns out, he didn't have to search for long. "[Name]."

Sam told Bucky everything he could about the man. By the end, Bucky was seething. "Send some men over. Finish him." Again, Sam agreed without argument, rushing out of the room. And so, Bucky waited. He sat in the spacious sitting room all alone, holding his head in his hands, trying his best not to tear up.

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"Bucky?"

It had been 6 hours since he brought her to his place. He startled and turned around to see Y/N standing at the door, leaning against it for support. This time, he did tear up and not caring about his dignity, he ran forward and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, sobbing like a little child. "Bucky, I'm fine, I really am," Y/N insisted in vain.

"I almost lost you today," Bucky sniffled, pulling away from her. She wiped his tears off, giving him a small smile. After spending a lot of time with the man, she had come to realize that he was nothing but a big softie, who put on a façade 24/7. He cared about her like no one else. He was so good to her.

And finally, her feelings were justified.

"You didn't lose me, though. I'm right here," she grinned. Her grin made him smile and he took her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Come here." Both of them walked into the room and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her close, thinking if he let go, she would turn to dust right in front of him.

"How bad is the wound?"

"Not that bad, actually, it was a kitchen knife." He moved to trace the wound through her t-shirt when he noticed it. She wasn't in her t-shirt, she was wearing one of his. This time, he didn't fight the urge. "God, I fucking love you so much, doll." Bucky grabbed her chin, pressing his lips to hers. She didn't fight it either.

"I… I love you too, Bucky."

She buried her face in his neck and he held her close, pressing tiny kisses to her cheek and forehead. "You're finally mine, baby girl. Ever since I saw you at the bar, I was smitten. Do you know what a torture it was for me?" he mumbled against her cheek. "Same. I, um…" He chuckled when he felt her skin warming against him.

"I'm going to treat you like the queen you are, baby."

"Aw, so cheesy. But flattering."

"Also, you're fired."

"Great, you ruined it."

"What? I'm the owner, I hire people. And you don't need the job anymore, you have me. I'll pay the university fees. You don't have to work at that horrible bar anymore."

"Bucky, you own the place."

"Still horrible."

"And also what are you, my sugar daddy?"

"Literally fuck off—"

"You know you love me."

"Fortunately, I do."

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Leave a like if you enjoyed.

[xutokawa]

I really love your s/o finding scratch marks, so I was wondering if you can do one for Bokuto & Hinata- if not Hinata you can do Akaashi uwu please crush my soul ~🥝

pairings: akaashi x reader, hinata x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.4k

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a/n: anon!! tysm for this request hehe. sorry it took so long to write :( but I hope you enjoy!! since i already wrote one for bokuto, it’s just hinata and akaashi in this one! also tysm guys for 400 followers!?!!??! i def don’t deserve it since i barely post oops but i still can’t be grateful enough for your support!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

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Akaashi

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you checked your appearance in the mirror. 

“How do I look?” you teasingly asked your boyfriend. Looking up from his phone, his face immediately formed into a smile.

“Ethereal,” Akaashi replied, taking in your appearance. You giggle as you walked over to where he was sitting on your shared bed, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. His scent filled your nostrils as you felt his hand reach up to smooth your hair. Warmth spread through your body. 

“You ready to go then?” Akaashi asked you.

“Ready when you are,” you replied, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes filled with adoration.

“Let’s go then.”

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The two of you were seated in a nice cafe, hunger satiated as the two of you talked. Your conversations were filled with smiles and laughter. Yet Akaashi’s smiles never seemed to truly reach his eyes. How could they when nothing but guilt filled his mind, when evidence of a drunken escapade was marked on his body?

Akaashi had noticed your intense gaze on his neck, shifting uncomfortably. Panic and dread rose to his throat at the thought of there being a hickey on his neck from the night before. Despite checking in the mirror countless times, he still couldn’t help but feel panicked at the thought of missing one.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” Akaashi tentatively asked, rubbing his hand over his neck. Snapped out of your trance, you meet his eyes before laughing it off.

“Yeah, just zoning out,” you tried to laugh off. You couldn’t shake it from your head. That couldn’t have been a hickey. Even if it was, Akaashi wouldn’t be so careless to not cover it, right? Unless he wanted you to see it. Tears pricked at your eyes. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, not wanting Akaashi to see your tears.��

As soon as you left his sight, Akaashi hurriedly checked his camera on his phone to see what you were staring at. Sure enough, a purple splotch was peeking out from underneath his shirt. Akaashi cursed as he wracked his mind with what to do. All he could come up with was pulling his shirt collar to one side.

His heart hammered in his chest. Would you break up with him when you came out of the bathroom? He felt his heart crumble at the thought of you leaving him. Akaashi was hoping he would eventually forget about his mistake and move on with his life with you. He just wanted to move onto the moment he got down on one knee, the moment the two of you would buy a house for the first time, the moment you held your children in your arms. He just needed to get past this moment.

He knew as soon as he saw you walk out of the bathroom. Your red eyes and blotchy cheeks gave it away. You saw, and now you knew how shitty of a person he was.

Silence enveloped the two of you as you sat back down.

“So you saw,” Akaashi confirmed. All you could do was nod in response.

“Wh-what do you want to do now?” Akaashi choked out. He truly didn’t want to lose you. It was like living in a nightmare, but the most he could do now was respect your wishes.

“I-” you started off, taking a breath before continuing, “I want to go back to the apartment.”

Akaashi silently nodded in understanding before gathering his things and leaving to pay. You buried your face in your hands, not fully grasping the situation at hand. Why was he acting so guilty? This was Akaashi, your boyfriend since your third year at high school. Never once did you doubt the love you held for each other during your relationship. 

“C’mon, y/n, let’s go,” Akaashi said, tentatively reaching his hand out to you. You debated whether or not you should take it, still unsure of everything going on. Finally, you gave him, letting his long fingers intertwined with yours. You almost wanted to laugh at how easily your unease washed away at his touch, how you immediately felt comforted, when the man who made you feel this way had traces of another on his skin. 

The two of you drove in silence, neither one of you sure of what to say in this situation. Confusion swarmed Akaashi’s mind. You obviously saw the hickey on his neck, yet you weren’t lashing out, demanding to break up with him. Yet he could see you were visibly troubled, your history and past with him getting in the way of your rationality. Guilt and shame pooled in Akaashi’s stomach. He shouldn’t be using his familiarity with you as a way to keep you with him. He was unfaithful, and deserved all the consequences. He knew that, no matter how heart wrenching it was to have you leave him.

Silence continued to envelop the two of you as you walked up to your shared apartment. As soon as you entered the threshold of your home, Akaashi attempted to start some sort of conversation.

“Y/n, I think we need-” Akaashi attempted to start.

“Baby, I’m really tired, can this wait till after I take a nap,” you cut him off. Maybe if you continued to pretend you saw nothing, that this was just another day, everything would be okay. You and Akaashi would be okay.

“You can’t just ignore what just happened, y/n!” Akaashi reasoned. Your detachment from the situation honestly scared him a bit. He would’ve expected you to demand him to move out, maybe even a smack across the face, but your reaction was unexpected and unsettling.

“Nothing’s wrong, Akaashi,” you said, tears beginning to pool, “I still love you, and you love me, right?” 

“Y/n-” Akaashi started, “of course I love you, which is why I can’t stand to see you like this! I fucking cheated on you! I don’t deserve your love! You shouldn’t be forgiving me! I don’t deserve you anymore!”

Tears began streaming down your face at his words.

“No, no no no, Akaashi, no! We’re supposed to be together! You wouldn’t hurt me like that, Akaashi, you love me too much to do that to me!” You tried to reason. Deep down, you knew. Even if the two of you somehow got past this moment, new insecurities from this moment would arise. Your relationship would never be the same.

“Y/n! Get it through your fucking head! I cheated on you! I’m a fucking scumbag who forgot how fucking amazing you are! I’m the asshole here! You can’t just forgive me like this! How are you going to forgive me when I’m never going to forgive myself?!” Akaashi’s voice broke at the end.

“Akaashi, stop it! There’s no proof!” You yelled back, not wanting reality to hit. Your eyes widened when Akaashi moved to pull his shirt over his head.

“Is this proof enough?” Akaashi started, “What will it take for you to realize? Did you want me to call them up? Have them tell you? Y/n, please, don’t put yourself through this! Fucking wake up and realize!”

You collapsed to the ground, sobbing as you took in his appearance. Hickeys littered his neck and chest, red scratches on his shoulders. It finally hit you. Akaashi cheated on you. He left you for another. 

“Why? Why did you have to ruin this, Akaashi!” you yelled, “was this not enough?”

“I don’t know, y/n,” Akaashi began breaking down, “I regret all of it. I would give anything to turn the clock back, but I can’t! This is reality, and we both have to face it whether we like it or not!”

Pain flared in Akaashi’s chest as your eyes met his. He watched as the love you held for him slowly dissolved from your eyes. His heart fell into pieces as you walked into your shared bedroom, only to emerge moments later with a small duffle bag. He recognized it. It was the duffle bag you used when the two of you took trips. You were leaving.

Tears freely flowed down Akaashi’s face as you wordlessly brushed past him, nothing sounding in the room except your hiccups. 

“Y/n,” Akaashi started, “where are you going?”

“Away,” you replied, giving no other explanation. The coldness and sadness in your voice sent knives into Akaashi’s heart, but it’s what he deserved. He couldn’t beg for your love again, or have the right to yearn for your warm embrace. He’s the one who ruined everything, so Akaashi could do nothing but helplessly watch you walk away from him, leaving him alone in a cold apartment.

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Hinata

“Y/n~” Your boyfriend whined, plopping his head into your lap. Your hand instinctively went to comb through his orange hair.

“What’s up?” You replied, not looking up from your phone screen. Your eyes finally met his, however, when he pushed away your hands, forcing you to look at him. One look at his pleading eyes was all it took for your heart to melt.

“Can we please go out today? The weather looks so nice,” Hinata pleaded, “Don’t you want to go to the beach?”

“But I just want to watch Netflix,” you whined.

“C’mon, baby. Please?” Hinata looked at you, bottom lip sticking out, “Let’s go outside and enjoy the sun! We can buy ice cream!”

You hesitated for a second.

“Ice cream and smoothies,” you said, “and we go to the mall tomorrow.”

Hinata sent you the brightest smile.

“Deal!”

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“Ugh, y/n, I love you so much,” Hinata mumbled out around a mouthful of ice cream. Giggling, you wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” you cooed back, heart swelling at the sight of his smile. Hinata didn’t understand how you still managed to give him butterflies after five years of dating, but he wasn’t complaining. The way your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched when you laughed made him feel warm inside, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life like this with you,” you said, eyes shining with adoration as you looked at your boyfriend. The amount of love you held for the spiker in front of you was unexplainable. All you knew is he made you feel like you were on top of the world, the only thing that mattered to him.

Gasping dramatically, Hinata replied, “That’s insane, because I’ve been thinking that too!”

“Stop teasing me,” you laughed off. Hinata’s chuckles blended with yours. The spiker’s joy was cut off as guilt began rising in his stomach. Of course he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were his everything, the reason he felt like he could breathe easier, the reason everything in his world was so bright. But he knew he wasn’t faithful during your relationship. Hinata didn’t even know how it happened. All he remembered was waking up in a hotel room, his legs tangled with another’s. He remembered the feeling of his stomach plummeting to his feet once he saw the mangled marks on his back.

Hinata was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice.

“Is that Bokuto?” You questioned, gaze pointed at the sandy beach. Sure enough, the wing spiker along with Atsumu were there, standing on opposite sides of a volleyball net.

“Yeah, Kageyama and Hoshiumi are there too!” Hinata excitedly pointed out, already walking towards the volleyball match. You recognized a couple of other players standing around the area.

Hinata bounded towards them, yelling out, asking if he could join. You laughed as you watched him immediately settle into a disagreement with Kageyama before he came running back towards you.

“Y/n!” Hinata panted out, “I know this was supposed to be a date, but do you mind if I play a couple matches?”

You giggled as you saw the excitement shining in his eyes. 

“It’s no problem, I’ll just go shopping around the boardwalk! Call me when you’re done, but don’t play for too long,” you said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Yes! You’re the best! I love you,” Hinata said as he enveloped you in a hug before taking his shirt off and running back to the volleyball net. Your eyes immediately fell on his shoulders. 

“Shoyo, what’s on your back?”

Hinata stopped in his tracks as his stomach fell to his feet. He had completely forgotten about the evidence of his infidelity on his back. The prospect of playing beach volleyball with his friends overtook his rationality, and now he was paying the price for it. He whipped around, eyes now wide, panic replacing the excitement that was there moments before. The hurt swimming in your eyes was enough to make his heart shatter.

“Y/n, I-” Hinata breathed out, unable to form a complete sentence. The spiker felt his knees go weak as he watched you turn around and walk away from him, shoulders shaking. It wasn’t until he heard you say, ‘I won’t be going back to the apartment tonight, don’t wait up’ that he scrambled for his shirt, shoving it over his head as he attempted to catch up to you.

“Y/n, please wait! Let me explain-” Hinata ran after you. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, when you turned around. Nothing but hurt blazed in your eyes as you looked him in the eyes.

“Explain what, Hinata? Did you want to go into detail about how you fucked someone else? Was simply cheating on me not enough? You don’t get to hurt me more than you already have,” you spewed back at him, venom laced in your words. Hinata’s face crumpled into sobs.

“No, y/n, that’s not it at all. I never wanted to hurt you, not ever! I’m so pathetic! I can’t even remember how it happened. It never should have happened, I can’t lose you like this,” Hinata sobbed, falling to his knees at your feet. The thought of losing you sent Hinata’s mind into a panic. His hands scrambled to find yours, clasping to them for dear life. You scoffed at his actions.

“Get up,” you said, looking away from his figure. Hinata hopefully looked up, hoping you would give him the chance to make it up to you. His hopes were shattered, however, when he met your eyes. Instead of the care and affection he was hoping to see, he was met with nothing but embarrassment and putrid hate.

“You’re making a scene. People are staring,” you said, looking around you, “I told you, I’m not going back to the apartment tonight. I’ll grab my stuff later.”

“I’m sorry,” Hinata choked out, “I’m so sorry for everything. Please, you deserve better. Someone who won’t forget what he has in front of him. Someone who will cradle your heart and give you everything you deserve. I love you, y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish I could believe you when you say ‘I love you’, but we both know it’s not true at this point. No loving boyfriend would cheat,” you said lowly, energy drained from the situation.

“No, y/n. Please, if anything, trust that I love you with all of my being, and I would do anything to try and fix this. I can’t imagine my life without you, let me fix this!” Hinata sobbed.

“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything,” you said as you looked into his eyes. Tears pooled in both of your eyes. The hurt and regret was evident on the spiker’s face, but you couldn’t give in.

“Goodbye, Hinata.”