#so clean we encourage him to look in cupboards and under the bed clean

[im2tired4usernames]

I want their fuckin freedom they have no chores no responsibility they can go out with their friends when ever they want for however long they want they can sleep in there bed all day they eat drink drive vehicles use the phone have a home with no bills no expenses they can spend their money on stupid things that bring them joy with no worry of the gas they burned in someone else's vehicle or if there's dinner at home they have no worries about laundry no worries about dishes no worries about the messes they make because they know I'll clean it up always I want to be viewed by my family and by my friends as someone who is an actual person with limits and boundaries and who has goals and dreams they'd like to accomplish in the day besides laundry for 16 people and not a tireless cleaning machine. I want to be able to rest and have hobbies I want to be able to do things with my partner and my friends again I want to be able to fuckin daydream and make up stories again for Christ sake I want to feel like a person and not a corpse forced into playing "tradwife" I want the freedom they all have while I'm in the background doin they're dishes.

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: [ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips / nick & kass

she'd been awake for a little while when she heard nick come in, it didn't matter how quiet he tried to be, she still heard him since recently becoming far more sensitive to sound, more hypervigilant ever since her stalker. slipping from nick's bed she pulled on her silk robe and headed to the kitchen where she heard the sink running. lips pursed as she entered the kitchen to see the bare skin of his back before he turned towards her, just as hypervigilant. "hey.." she said quietly as she drew closer to him, dark eyes searching for where his injuries were tonight. hey, sorry, did i wake you? he'd ask her almost every time and sometimes he had but not tonight, her nightmares having done that instead. she shook her head, noticing the cut along his abdomen that he was cleaning and a soft tut escaped her.

her hand reached up to gently grasp his jaw, examining his face as she took in the cut along his forehead too causing her brows to pinch together in mild concern, even if he was reassuring her he was alright with an amused look on his face. whether it was just a few cuts and bruises or more she still preferred him without them. releasing him, she stepped away to open the cupboard in the corner to grab the med kit -- one she had moved from his bathroom since he refused to tend to himself there at night in attempts not to wake her. she appreciated the sentiment even if she still woke most nights anyways.

"come, sit down on the couch while i treat these..." she said quietly as she headed over towards the living room only for him to follow her and catch her hips, pulling her close as she turned. a soft smile tugged at her lips even as she rolled her eyes, head tilting as her dark hair spilled over her shoulder. "sit," she ordered playfully as her free hand rested delicately against his chest before nails lightly tug against his skin as she gave him a gentle push back, watching as he lowered himself to the couch. "thank you," she murmured almost curtly, lips curled at the ends as she sat beside him and opened the kit. her hands were cool to the touch, and gentle as she finished cleaning the cut along his abdomen first, fingers smoothing over the patch applied before tending to his forehead.

they were both quiet as she did so, her eyes meeting his only when she finished, gently smoothing over the bandage above his brow. "there..." she whispered, a small smile spreading across her lips as her hand slid from the wound down to gently cup the side of his neck, thumb caressing along his jaw. dark brow eyes lingered, captivating as she looked up at him under thick lashes in that moment before they dropped to his lips and she felt his hands travelling back to her hips. slowly they both began to lean in as the space between the grew smaller, their soft breathing all she could hear before her other hand slid up the back of his neck into his hair and his hands on her tightened. their mouths met, lips colliding as she shifted and moved to straddle him, a quiet, amused noise escaping her as he all but practically lifted her into his lap as they kissed.

it wasn't her fault he looked irresistable as disheveled as he was and her hands then trailed down his chest, nails light as they dragged over the uninjured parts of his skin, giving a gentle, encouraging push for him to lay back against the couch. she followed him down, their kisses a mixture of hungry, possessive and playful. as time passed and his hands raised to tug her robe over her shoulder, kassy laughed a little breathlessly, hands cupping his neck as she pressed teasingly slow kisses along his jaw up to his cheek. "wait," she purred, breath hot against his ear as her lips brushed along it. she loved how even if it took everything in him to stop he still would, his own panting causing her to bite her lip. "before we get too carried away, why don't you take us to bed first, hm?" she suggested, voice like honey as she smiled against the skin of his neck, her next spot to attack. soft laughter escaped her then as he lifted her, arms and legs wrapping around him as they headed eagerly towards his bedroom.

[kybabi]

invalidating their s/o’s hard work

w/ oikawa and suna!

part 3!

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(a/n: the highly requested part 3 is here !!! i hope this part does the others justice hehe😚this one only has 2 characters bc i lost motivation halfway through tho😢anyways—

all scenarios are written in the timeskip !! as always, thank you for your support everyone!💞💞💞)

oikawa

you knew your boyfriend was a hard worker, and you loved to encourage him

lately he had been working more hours than ever before and you wanted to show him that you appreciated him

so on your day off, you decided to surprise him

you made a ton of food that he liked and prepared the space for a night together

you set up blankets and snacks and movies; everything that you could think of

after spending most of the day gathering and setting things up, you sighed, awaiting his arrival

you hear the door open and perk up; he’s finally home! you look around to make sure everything is in place for the night and wait for him to enter the room.

“welcome home, tooru!” you grin, and he looks around. his brows furrow, and your smile dims slightly at his reaction.

“what is all this?” he asks, and you swallow.

“i thought you could use a night to relax. with me,” you offer, gesturing to the food and shrugging. he sighs, and you pause. “you don’t like it?”

he scrubs a hand over his face. “i don’t really have time for this. i have to get up early tomorrow, and i can’t have any distractions, okay?” he explains. distraction? your heart sinks. of course he doesn’t have time tonight. you should’ve expected it.

“oh,” you mutter, looking away. “well, you can just go to bed without me.”

he nods and heads off without another word. you want to follow him to bed, taking any time with him you can get, but you still have to clean everything up, so you stay.

it’s a couple hours later when tooru wakes up, throat dry and scratchy. he gets up to grab a glass of water but pauses at seeing the light seeping from under the door. you’re still up?

he opens the door cautiously, careful not to make any sound as to alert you of his presence, and peeks out the door.

you’re wiping down the counter, chin resting in your free hand, and you stare down at the marble sadly. you look tired and lonely, and tooru’s chest begins to ache upon seeing you like this.

you put the rag down and rest your head in your hands, taking a breath. your stomach growls and you grimace, having forgotten dinner, but you resume cleaning anyway.

he opens the door and steps forward, making his presence known, and you straighten up, startled.

before he can say anything, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water before handing it to him. he takes it from you, looking at you guiltily.

he feels terrible, now that he can step back and acknowledge everything that you did for him today. or, everything that you tried to do for him today. he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, and he knows you were just trying to make it better.

“hey, um—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“you should go back to bed! you have an early day tomorrow, right?” you ask, turned away. he winces upon remembering how he shut you down earlier.

“yeah, but...” he trails off, looking around. he can see all of the food you made sitting in tupperware containers, untouched. “you made all this food, and—”

“it’s okay, tooru. just go back to bed,” you mumble, scrubbing the sides of the pot you’re holding and sighing.

more than anything, you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at having put in a day’s work just to be shut down by someone who didn’t care for it in the first place. now, all you want is for him to just leave.

“hey,” he coaxes gently. “you haven’t had dinner, right? why don’t we sit down and eat?”

“tooru, i don’t need you to humiliate me even more than you already have, okay?” you blurt, face hot.

he stares at you, mouth opening and closing as he searches for something to say. it never comes, so he just nods, and retreats toward the door.

but when he takes another look over his shoulder, he sees you leaned over the counter, face in your hands, and he crumbles.

he pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in firmly. you make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head.

“i’m sorry. i should’ve appreciated everything you did for me today,” he murmurs softly, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you shrug.

“‘s fine. i know you have things to do,” you respond, and he turns you around to look at him.

“hey,” he tilts your chin up. “that’s not an excuse. i should’ve set aside time for you, too.”

you smile a little at that, and he pats your head affectionately.

“let’s take the day off tomorrow. we can do everything you planned for, ‘kay?” he suggests, hopeful, and your eyes light up.

you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. he coughs, laughing and burying his nose in your hair.

“thank you, tooru.”

suna

when it came to your housing situation, suna didn’t care about the aesthetics of it nearly as much as you did

even so, he liked to listen to you talk about the things you wanted to do with the place

so you decided you’d surprise him while he was at practice by redecorating everything and making the house look nice !!

you went out and found a couple pieces to put up on the wall as well as some little lights and things

you spent the entire day setting everything up and stood back, looking at it proudly

all you had to do was wait for him :)

you move the new lamp to the right just a bit, and look at it. perfect.

you stand back, inspecting each element of the living room to make sure it looks just right. you grin, excitement making your heart pound.

finally, you hear the lock clicking open, and run to the front door. rintarou stares at you blankly, and you beam at him, coming around behind him to cover his eyes.

“y/n, i don’t want—”

“i have something to show you!” you singsong proudly, leading him to the living room. he grunts, and you uncover his eyes.

“tada!! what do you think?” you wait eagerly, reading his face as his eyes scan over the room. he scoffs, and you frown. “what?”

“it looks like you chewed up a salad and spit it out all over our room,” he mumbles, gesturing to the house plants you bought just to decorate. you gulp before laughing nervously.

“i don’t know, i kind of like it!” you offer, and he cringes.

“well, it’s your idea. doesn’t matter what i think about it,” he shrugs, and his obvious disapproval stings.

“of course it does! i wanna know what you think,” you murmur, and he shrugs yet again, tiredly shuffling into the bedroom wordlessly.

disappointed, you finally let your shoulders fall sadly. you hadn’t expected him to be over the moon about it, but you still wanted him to like it.

you feel stupid; it’s his room too, and his approval is just as important as yours.

you go to pick up one of your hanging plants, taking it off its hook and holding it up. it’s got the greenest leaves you’ve ever seen, and you think it might be your favorite one.

you bring it up to your face and sigh. “you’re a beautiful plant. i hope your life is good to you,” you whisper, kissing its leaves. you once saw on tv that talking to your plants makes them grow nice and strong, and while rintarou always made fun of you for it, you started doing it anyways.

one by one, you take the plants down, whispering affirmations to them along the way.

—

suna’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he groans. he didn’t get the chance to stop for dinner on the way home, and now he’s paying for it.

he’s about to open the door to the living room when he hears something. it sounds like mumbling, though he can’t make out what you’re saying.

slowly, he pushes the door open just a crack and puts his ear against it.

“you’re the last one, little guy,” you say quietly, and he opens the door just a tad bit more, peeking through it. his eyes widen; all of your plants are sitting on the counter, removed from their initial places. you’ve taken down the lights, too, and put the lamps in a box. you laugh, but suna can tell it’s not real.

“rintarou never really liked plants, i guess. should’ve thought about it before i messed his living room up,” you shrug sadly, and his heart sinks.

he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; the plants were really a nice touch! he was just passive about these things, and he didn’t think you’d take his commentary to heart.

“i hope you get lots of water and plenty of sun when i take you back. please grow strong,” you whisper, and suna pauses. take you... back? you’re gonna return them?

he opens the door, and you turn around sharply, alert.

“talking to the plants again?” he teases, hoping to lighten up the mood, but you just stare back down at the pot your holding. his chest hurts at the sight, and he pads over to you, taking the plant from your hands.

“let’s just put these back up, okay?” he suggests, but you shake your head.

“‘m just gonna return them,” you answer quietly. “i don’t wanna keep them up if you don’t like them.”

“but—” he protests, but you cut him off quickly.

“it’s fine, rin. it’s not a big deal.”

you turn away, organizing the rest of the plants, and rintarou sighs helplessly.

but then, an idea pops into his head, and he blinks once before sighing again, defeated. fuck it, he thinks.

“i’m sorry for calling you chewed up salad,” he mumbles, embarrassed. you freeze, turning around slowly.

“..what?”

“i think you’re a, er, very beautiful plant. you have nice... leaves?” he cringes, holding the plant to his face, and you chortle, laughing loudly. suna softens at the sound, relieved at finally hearing a real laugh from you. he walks toward you, holding the plant next to his ear. “i think it wants to stay,” he whispers, and you sigh.

“i don’t want to decorate our house with things you don’t like, rintarou.”

“baby,” he says gently. “i didn’t mean it like that, okay? i think our house will look perfect however you decide to decorate it,” he shrugs, and you exhale, letting him hold you.

“okay, okay.”

“i think so too!” suna imitates whinily, shaking the little plant at you, and you giggle happily.

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[lex-hj0519]

Midnight Munchies

A scene from a Sirius-raising-Harry AU where Harry starts to live with Sirius when he’s eight. I’ve got lots of little scenes in my head but no actual plot, so I figured I’d post some random scenes on here!

Harry was standing in the corner of the kitchen, a slice of bread in each hand. Sirius would have laughed if not for the wide-eyed, fearful expression that hit Harry’s face the moment Sirius stepped into the kitchen. Harry was standing frozen now, his muscles tense and his body poised to move. His wary eyes flicked between Sirius and the doorway behind him. Sirius forced himself to keep a relaxed expression on his face. He stepped into the kitchen and leaned up against the counter, across the room from where Harry stood. He didn’t miss the flicker of relief that crossed Harry’s face when his escape route was cleared.

“Hungry?” Sirius asked lightly. He turned to open the cupboard behind him and took out two plates. “I get the midnight munchies sometimes, too.”

Harry didn’t answer. He stood off to the side, silent and watching, as Sirius opened the bread box and pulled out a slice for himself. He moved to the cold cupboard, keeping his movements slow, and pulled out the jar of raspberry jam that he knew Harry favored. Sirius spread the jam over his own bread and then carried the plates and the jam to the table. He sat in the far corner with his back to the wall, the spot that was farthest from the door and the least easy to get out of, and slid the empty plate and jam jar to the chair across from his.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” Sirius offered. “It’s best to eat at the table so we don’t get crumbs on the floor.”

Harry’s tight shoulders relaxed somewhat, though he still looked wary as he sat down on the edge of the chair and set his bread down on the plate. He looped one arm around his plate in a movement so automatic that Sirius wondered how he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Go ahead, have some jam.” Sirius encouraged.

Harry reached out to take the jam. As soon as his fingers touched the jar, he pulled it back quickly, as if he was afraid that Sirius was going to reach out and take it away from him. He neatly spread the jam across the two slices of bread in a thin, even coating. Sirius forced himself to focus on his own snack to give Harry the chance to eat without any scrutiny. Harry ate quickly and quietly without leaving even a trace of crumbs on his plate.

Sirius looked up as Harry got to his feet with his plate in hand. The boy looked uncertainly at Sirius’s empty plate and made a motion as if to take it.

“Don’t worry about the plates, kiddo. I’ve got it.” Sirius assured him. “Are you ready to head back to bed?” 

Harry nodded silently.

Sirius was a little unnerved by his silence. Harry was a quiet child — too quiet, really — but the absolute silence was unusual. He pushed aside his worry for now and forged ahead with another suggestion. “All right, why don’t you go hop in bed, then? I’ll come say good night once I’ve cleaned up here.”

Harry nodded silently again and padded out of the kitchen, his footsteps so quiet and careful that Sirius only knew he’d made it back to his room when the bedroom door squeaked. With a few flicks of Sirius’s wand, their dishes were washed, dried, and back in the cupboard where they belonged. It was already half past midnight and Sirius groaned slightly at the thought of getting up in time to get Harry to school the next morning. If these midnight kitchen raids were a regular thing, Harry was far better at getting on with interrupted sleep than his godfather was.

Sirius poked his head into Harry’s room on the way past and smiled softly. He was tucked up under the blankets with only the tips of his messy hair sticking out. The room was quiet except for the soft, even breaths of a sleeping eight-year-old boy. “Good night, Harry,” Sirius whispered before quietly shutting the door and retreating to his own bedroom. He knew he needed to talk to Harry about his midnight snacking, but there would be time for that the next day.

Sirius was putting away Harry’s clean laundry the next day when he found it. It was hidden in the back of the wardrobe, tucked behind a pair of boots and wrapped in a checkered dish towel. It was Harry’s food stash; the explanation for what had happened to the food that kept mysteriously going missing. Stale pieces of bread with small bites taken out of them. A tin of peaches. A bruised apple that Sirius was sure he had thrown away days ago. A hunk of hard cheese that had a tinge of green to it. The sight of it all made Sirius sick to his stomach. Some kids hid away biscuits or packets of crisps to gorge on when their parents weren’t watching. Harry hid away bread and fruit because he was afraid of being locked away without meals.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Harry burst out when Sirius led him to his wardrobe after school that day. “I’ll put it back, I won’t take anything again!”

“Harry, Harry,” Sirius knelt down in front of his godson. “It’s okay, Harry. I’m not upset with you,” He said soothingly through the boy’s panicked babble.

“You-you’re not?” Harry asked tentatively. Sirius hated the fear that filled the boy’s eyes. One day, he promised himself, Harry wouldn’t ever feel the need to look at him that way.

“Not at all.” Sirius assured him. “You’ll always be able to eat when you’re hungry, Harry. I’ll never take food away from you as a punishment.”

Sirius knew from Harry’s uncertain face that he didn’t believe him. Sirius smiled gently at the boy and flicked his wand. The wardrobe door sprang open. The boots had been pushed to one side to make room for a small wooden chest. Harry looked at it curiously. 

“Go ahead,” Sirius encouraged. “Open it.”

He scooted back a little to make room for Harry. Harry knelt down beside him and tentatively opened the chest. A little gasp escaped the boy’s lips when he saw what was inside. Sirius had purchased the food storage chest that afternoon in Diagon Alley and stocked it with little packets of crackers, containers of cut-up fruit, veggies, and cheese, and a sleeve of biscuits.

“This — this is all for me?” Harry asked. He looked back at Sirius, his green eyes filled with wonder instead of fear.

“Just for you. It’s enchanted so that the food inside will never go bad, no matter how long it’s in there. I’ll make sure it’s always stocked, just in case you want something.” Sirius explained. “You’ll never go hungry here, Harry. I promise.”

All of the sudden, Sirius found himself with an armful of eight-year-old boy. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Harry whispered. 

Sirius tightened his arms around his godson and held him close. This was the first hug that Harry had initiated since Sirius had brought him home, and Sirius never wanted to let him go.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Heart-Shaped Box💟9/End

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), forced pregnancy, some violence, intimidation, some elements untagged for sake of plot.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Sister Series: Get Your Fix

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Finally finishing this one up. Sorry it took me ages but I’m doing my best to go back and wrap up whatever I can.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

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Bucky pulled out of you as he held your head down, bouncing the bed beneath you as he pushed himself onto his back. You panted as your sweat dampened the sheet beneath you and he leaked between your thighs. You winced as you rolled onto your side and slowly sat up. 

He had you whining loud enough that you had no doubt your guests heard it all. It only seemed to encourage his partner-in-crime as you soon heard a similar scene on the other side of the wall. You were sickened by that noise and stood warily as you cupped your hand over your cunt and scooped up his cum before it could drip onto the floor.

“I told you to keep it down,” he snickered and sat up, his muscled back to you as he stretched his arms above him, “get the shower started, I’ll be in shortly. You girls have a lot of work to do today.”

You grumbled and dragged your feet to the attached bathroom. The low buzz of the pipes filled the silence and you stepped under the steamy water. The moment of calm broke sharply as Bucky appeared from the other side of the curtain and stepped in behind you. He had you clean him with a lathered loofah and you bore it only for the eventuality of time away from him.

The other woman meant you wouldn’t be trapped with just him. It was little help or hope but it was better than your former solitary torture.

You dressed in black dress with daisies and made yourself look like his perfect housewife. You couldn’t hold the smile and make him believe it all the way but he wouldn’t anyway. He flicked your chin and clicked his tongue.

“Mmm, you’re getting there,” he mused as he dropped his hand and reached around to slap your ass, “better go get breakfast on. I’ll check in on our guests.” He squeezed and winked, “be a good girl.”

Those words made your insides curdled but you swallowed your disgust and nodded, “yes, sir.”

He stepped out behind you and watched you go down the hall to the stairs and you heard him knock on the door as you descended. You went to the kitchen and pulled out the frying pan and the coconut oil. You lined up the ingredients for crepes on the counter and took two bananas from the yellow bunch. Your mother used to make the oversweet delicacy and you needed a reminder that you were still that girl.

You stopped as you searched for something to keep the crepes warm after you assembled them, a lid that could fit over the plate or something akin to it. The lower cupboards you rarely opened. Bucky left the cleaning supplies on the counter with your chore list every day and you never bothered to look for anything else.

You stopped and stared at the drain cleaner and the can of toxic oven spray. Well, that wouldn’t be subtle enough, would it? They’d smell either of those a mile away. Anything under the counter would be easily discovered but it did give you an idea.

You closed the wooden door and went back to your task. You heard the voices in the next room and the scrape of the chairs on the floor. Steve’s girl appeared in the doorway, rubbing her stomach as her face contorted.

“Smells sweet,” she said as you simmered the bananas with brown sugar, cinnamon, and a little butter, “almost too sweet.”

“Morning sickness?” you asked innocently.

“All the time sickness,” she sighed, “anything I can help with?”

“Do you know how to make crepes?” you asked as you whisked the batter.

“Not really,” she shrugged, “but I can learn.”

“It’s easy. Takes less than a minute,” you waved her over and tested the temperature of the pan with a flick of water, “so you wanna put just a little batter in…” you ladled in a careful dollop and lifted the pan, “you spread it like this,” you tilted it so the batter spread all around, “you just use the spatula a little on the edges to make sure they don’t stick and you flip.”

It was like second nature and she nodded quietly as she watched. The crepe cooked quickly and you threw it onto a plate and put the pan back to the burner.

“You think you can handle that?” you covered the plate with the lid of a pat to keep it warm. “Then we put some of the bananas and wrap them, bit of cream on top and some icing sugar…”

“You like to cook?” she wondered as she added batter to the hot pan.

“Not particularly, but my mother taught me,” you shrugged, “she can cook anything.”

“Oh,” she flipped the crepe and glanced at the door, “I suppose… it keeps him happy.”

“He’s never happy,” you murmured and cleared your throat, “so, you must be excited to move in!”

“I guess,” she slid the crepe onto the plate as you lifted the foggy lid, “you know how it is.”

You smiled and she tilted her head as she squinted at you. You went to the drawer where there was a box of blank recipe cards and continued speaking as you fished out a pencil from another.

“It’s always nice to get settled,” you said as you wrote, ‘they can hear us’.

“I suppose, nice to be in one place,” she replied stiffly as her features relaxed.

‘I have a plan,’ you wrote and raised your voice just slightly, “oh, you know, we didn’t even get you a housewarming gift. I’ll have to remind James.”

You went to the burner and held out the card under the coil until it caught. You threw it into the sink and watched it burn and curl. You ran water over it as it turned to ash and washed it away. You nudged the bowl towards her and leaned on the counter, “need help with that?”

“No,” she said as she started again, “I’m getting the hang of it.”

💟

You looked around the front room of the house next door. Steve’s girl opened one of the stacked boxes. For once, the men were gone and you could just enjoy their absence. 

Bucky agreed that a gift was in order and Steve had mentioned wanting to explore their new hometown. You tried not to seem eager but even the small walk across the lawns enlivened you. How long had it been since you’d been outside?

You started with the pictures. You left the frames in a stack as she assured you Steve would put the nails in and hang them. Then you moved onto the kitchenware and you kept her from lifting the heavy box of dishes. She seemed to forget about her condition and the reminder made her frown.

You stood behind the counter and set the dishes in the cupboards one at a time, the plates clacking one on top of each other. She watched from the other side as she arranged the silverware in the plastic tray.

“Can you do me a favour?” you asked as you kept on.

“What?” she asked as she dropped a butter knife with the rest.

“I know they’ve locked us in but can you check the garage door? Can we get in there?” you asked evenly.

“What?” she blinked and pushed herself straight, “even if we can, they won’t have been stupid enough--”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I know we can’t get out that way either. It’s the same at our house. Everything is bolted up tight.” You assured her, “just go and check while I get these sorted.”

She left you and you snapped shut the door and finished with the utensils. You slid the tray into the drawer as she returned, rubbing her stomach.

“Yeah, we can get in but it’s mostly empty,” she said, “so…”

“Mostly empty?”

“Yeah, just the car--”

“The car,” you rounded the counter and curled two fingers for her to follow you.

You headed for the plain white door that led to the garage. You hopped down the steps as she remained at the top and watched you tentatively. You went to the car as she crossed her arms.

“He took the keys,” she said.

You tried the handle and the door opened. “I know,” you said as you put a knee in the front seat and peered into the back. Nothing. 

You felt around under the dash and found the lever for the trunk. You pulled it and it popped. You shut the door and went around the back of the car. You felt around the spare tire and your hand felt something plastic. You grabbed the handle of the half-filled jug and pulled it out.

“Hey,” you held up the bright blue anti-freeze, “do you wanna cook dinner here tonight? A housewarming dinner?”

Her brows knitted and she gave a long blink. Her lips parted then curved.

“You can’t mean--” she let out a scoff.

“It’s sweet. Hopefully they won’t notice if I add enough sugar to the cake,” you breathed, “we can’t let them settle. This is our chance.”

“I don’t-- I don’t know. What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we’re still in the same boat,” you turned your free hand out, “that man has drugged me for months. I think it’s only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine.”

She swallowed and looked down at her stomach. She inhaled and cradled her bump. “It can’t get worse than this, can it?”

💟

You spent the day unpacking, the distraction not much of one as you thought of the bottle you hid at the back of the cupboard. By the time the men returned, you were ready to move onto the second floor. 

Bucky offered a bottle of non-alcoholic wine and basket of expensive macarons as your gift to your new neighbours. He forced a kiss from you before he let you follow Steve’s girl upstairs.

You sat in the bedroom and heard the men ascend shortly after. You peeked in on them as you opened the linen closet to shove in the spare sheets. They were hammering together a crib. You knocked lightly on the doorframe as you watched them.

“Huh, what’s going on?” Bucky looked up from the directions.

“Um, we were just… thinking, we could have dinner here tonight? A little housewarmer? I could grab some ingredients from ours--”

“Give me a list, I’ll grab it,” Bucky puffed as he bent to help hold the rail in place for Steve, “that sound okay?”

“Fine by me,” Steve smiled, “it’ll be nice to have our feet on solid ground.”

You left them and returned to your only ally as she sat on the bed and stared at a packet of pills. She crushed it in her grasp and huffed. She flicked away tears with her knuckles. She tossed them over her shoulder.

“He kept them,” she snarled, “it’s like he’s mocking me.”

“What?” you neared her and sat carefully beside her.

“I never… I worked with him, you know? He brought me these drinks and I didn’t realise he was dosing them. The stuff, it made me itchy… it made me so hot and I just needed anything. I hopped on him I was so desperate and-- I told him to stay away. I realised what he’d done and I told him to leave me alone and you know what he did,” she crossed her arms over her stomach.

“No, I--” you touched her elbow.

“He broke into my apartment and replaced my pills. And he didn’t leave me alone,” she spat, “he did this all and he still has the goddamn pills like they’re some sort of trophy.”

She hung her head and grunted in frustration. You leaned against her and put your arm over her shoulders. She let you and the tension drained from her body.

“Even if we get out…” she whispered, “I’ll always have this piece of him.”

She pressed her palms to her stomach and you frowned. There was nothing you could do or say. You’d been lucky so far, even if it only fed your suffering. You didn’t have another life to worry about.

“We don’t have to if--”

“I want to,” she hissed lowly, “I want him dead.”

💟

Usually, you tasted the icing and licked the spoon. Not that night. The blue shade of the frosting was anything but suspicious as you spread it over the fluffy cake. It was a perfect disguise. You topped it with blueberries to add to the theme and dusted on a few coloured sprinkles. You stood back and admired your work as the smell of garlic filled the kitchen.

“I know it’s not much,” Steve’s girl said as she stirred the sauce, “but it’s what I can manage.”

“I’m sure it’s great,” you said as you took the meatballs of the burner and tested the spaghetti, “noodles are perfect.”

You strained the pasta and helped pour the meatballs into the sauce. You mixed it up and poured it into a large glass dish and the noodles into another. You brought them out to the table and called the men to dinner before you fetched the wine, both alcoholic and not.

Steve’s girl sat as you poured a glass for each of you and the men sat. You set the bottle down and nestled in next to Bucky as he served himself. When the plates were full, the other woman nudged Steve and whispered in his ear.

He cleared his throat and stood, “um, I know it’s just us but I guess I should say thank you for all the help and we’re excited to be neighbours… can’t wait for the kids to be running around these halls together.”

“Mmm,” Bucky lifted his glass, “hopefully…” he muttered doubtfully and looked at you, “that better be what she’s having,” he nodded to your glass.

You held it out for him to sniff and he gave you a sour look. He tutted and sat back to twirl noodles around his fork as he set aside his glass. You took a sip of the gutless wine and speared a meatball on your tines. You chewed and looked at Steve’s girl. She let Steve rub her thigh under the table and forced a smile.

She was playing it well and you felt as if you would fall apart. You felt as if Bucky would see right through you the minute you walked in with the cake. What would he do then? Steve couldn’t hurt his girl, she had the baby, but you, Bucky could replace you still. Maybe that was for the best but it didn’t mean you weren’t scared shitless.

You cleared the plates and retreated to the kitchen. Just you. You’d gone over it, you didn’t want them to catch on. You didn’t get too close with them around, you acted like strangers, you really were after all.

You sliced the cake into careful portions and came out with two plates at a time. You put them in front of each chair and sat. As you did, Steve’s girl covered her mouth and gagged. She pushed herself up unsteadily.

“Honey?” Steve asked as he rubbed her lower back.

“It’s the baby I--” she gulped sickeningly, “I gotta--”

She rushed out and Steve gave a look, “nausea. It’s been like this for weeks.”

“I’m going to make sure she’s okay,” you stood, “go ahead and start without us.”

You went down the hall and as you neared the bathroom, Steve’s girl opened the door and pulled you inside. She looked genuinely sick and you smelled vomit on her breath. She turned and rinsed her mouth and shuddered. 

“I didn’t actually feel sick until I got in here,” she wiped her face with the hand cloth, “when I realised--”

“Everything’s in the trunk,” you assured her, “once they’re out, we get the keys and go.”

“How do we know--”

“Retch,” you hissed, “we wait until we’re sure.”

She gave an exaggerated hurl and you heard the clink of porcelain and silver and the drone of voices. You listened through the door as she watched you in the tight space of the half-bath.

“I’m thinking about getting her an… exam,” Bucky’s deep tone carried, “maybe she can’t…”

You let out the breath you were holding and closed your eyes. Just a little longer. 

When you heard a sudden lull, your eyes rounded and you turned the handle and let yourself out into the hall. She crept close behind as you peered through the open archway. Both men had their faces on their plates in the crumbs of vanilla cake and smears of blue icing.

“Let’s go,” you went to Steve and shoved your hand into his pocket, “shit, they’re not here.”

“Here!” she pulled her hand from his jacket hung on the rack, “you think they’re dead?”

You looked from one to the other and shakily felt along Steve’s neck. “Still a pulse. I think maybe… they’re only knocked out.”

“The serum,” she shook her head, “means we have to go quick.”

You hurried after her and followed her down into the garage. She climbed into the driver’s seat and moved it back as her stomach pressed to the wheel. You got in the other side as your body trembled with adrenaline. She hit the button attached to the keys and the door slowly raised behind her.

As she reversed, you felt a sudden shock around your neck and yiped. You’d forgotten entirely about the necklace. She stopped suddenly and watched you writhe in agony.

“Shit, shit,” you leaned forward until the shock stopped, “the necklace.”

“Fuck,” she reached for it and you batted her away.

“No, you’ll get zapped,” you gasped as you pulled on it desperately. It was too tight to get past your chin but too strong to snap. 

She took the keys out and tossed them in your lap. You lifted them and twisted the necklace around the house key but there was no give. You sobbed and dropped your hand.

“I can’t,” you looked at the bent key, “you gotta go without me.”

“What? No, I can’t--”

“You have a baby,” you said as tears burned in your eyes and your throat tightened, “go, please.” You dropped the keys on the dash and opened the door. “I can’t--”

“No, you have to come with me,” she begged.

“No, you have to go before they wake up,” you got out as you grasped your neck, the searing pain still hot on your flesh, “I’ll… I’ll survive. I have this far.”

“N--”

“Shut up!” you slammed the door and hit the hood, “go!”

She stared at you and her lip quivered. She gave you one last sad look and grabbed the keys. She sniffed as she gripped the wheel and backed out down the drive. 

You fell to your knees and sat back on your ass as you watched her drive away. You shook your head and held it in your hands as you sat behind the invisible wall of your prison.

The tires screamed at the end of the street and the noise of the engine faded into the distance. You laid on your back across the concrete and covered your face with your arm. At least you could live with knowing you got her out. Well, you couldn’t really say you’d be living. You’d be alive but little more than that. 

But you’d survive knowing that you kept one person from that pitiful fate. Even if it wasn’t you. Even if you knew that you would pay for it in the end. Even when those men woke up and found you laying in the garage, the sweet flavour of antifreeze on their tongues as the bile of their anger overflowed and drowned you. 

You couldn’t do anything but wait. If you were lucky, they might just kill you and that in itself would be freedom.

💟 💟 💟

END

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

[wienerbarnes]

A Certain Romance (4/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,111

Warnings: mentions to past abusive relationship, nothing too explicit, though

A/N: some emotional bonding✨ enjoy babes

MAIN MASTERLIST | A CERTAIN ROMANCE MASTERLIST

Bucky presses the little button on the side of his phone knowing the dead battery won’t allow it to turn on. He makes his way up the stairs to your apartment - the elevator is always broken - and hopes you’re home to offer him a charger.

He was getting a few groceries in your area when his phone died, the only place where his list was kept, and had no other choice but to leave and go back later. A curse with technology; a paper list would never run out of battery, he thinks.

He knocks on your door three times and he can hear the low sizzling of something, signaling your presence inside. It takes you a minute to come to the door, though. Longer than the amount of time for you to change your clothes or turn something off, no, it seemed to him like you were waiting to see if he’d leave.

Do you have someone over? Another guy? Are you expecting someone else you don’t want to see? Is it him you don’t want to see? He thinks he’d rather you tell him to his face if that’s the case.

It’s been about a month and a half since you’ve started “dating.” The two of you have started hanging out more frequently, relying less on when Sam asks about what the two of you are doing and going more based on when you genuinely want to see each other. In a friendly manner, of course.

After he knocks a second time is when he hears a quiet shuffling on the other side approach closer and closer to the door. A lock turns and you finally open up, Bucky meeting your slightly puffy and red-tinted eyes.

“Hey.” You sighed before turning around and walking back to the kitchen.

“Hi.” He starts.

You were clearly crying. While Bucky would call the two of you good friends at this point - as well as fake lovers - he’s not sure if he’s in a position to pry about what’s wrong with you. Should he ignore it? Not bring too much attention to your obvious emotions? Bring all the attention to it and try to fix whatever the problem is?

“I, uhh, my phone died and I was in the area, so I wanted to ask if I could borrow a charger?” He starts. Maybe introducing a topic that has nothing to do with whatever is causing you to feel this way will help.

“Coffee table.” Is your curt response.

He takes the minute it takes him to plug his phone into the wall and set it on the coffee table to think of how he can go about this.

“You okay? Actually, don’t answer that - bad question. Clearly you’re not okay…” He tries, quickly shutting himself up when you sigh and slump a bit in front of the stove.

“What are you making?” He slowly walks over to where you are, a pan in front of you on one of the burners.

“Apple and brie mini sandwiches.” You say. More words, same sad tone. Still progress.

“Want me to take over and you can chill out on the couch?” He offers quietly.

“No. I - I want to keep myself busy.”

Progress.

“Okay. Anything I can do to help?”

You let out a shaky breath. His eyes focus on your face as tears gather around the rims of your eyes and you bite down on your bottom lip. A tear drops from your left eye and your hand quickly reaches to brush it away, as though Bucky didn’t already see it.

“Um, can you set up a couple of plates on the table?” You ask, voice strained.

He nods and moves towards your cupboard, setting the table up wordlessly.

The two of you remain silent as he fiddles with the napkins on the table and you finish up browning the bread of the sandwiches. He finally hears the click of the stove turning off and you bring the pan to the table, setting it on top of a piece of cork.

You serve him two sandwiches and yourself one and finally sit down next to him, letting out another sigh.

“I thought I saw my ex today at the market. And it took the entire time I was running back to my apartment in fear to remember that he’s in jail. Four states away.”

He looks over at you and realizes that the look in your eyes he thought was sadness isn't sadness at all. It’s exhaustion. A look he wore himself very often in his days of hiding, days of constantly looking over his shoulder until his worst nightmare came true and he was caught.

Paranoia is something he knows too well and it hurts him to see you suffering from it too. He remembers the brief mention of your ex from your first date together; how he beat the shit out of you. And he imagines he did a lot more than that if it means he’s in prison.

A humorless laugh falls from your lips, “And now I need groceries but I’m too tired and embarrassed to go back. The cashier probably thought I was crazy.” You pick at the crust on the bread with your fingers and Bucky gives you a small, sympathetic smile.

“Eat before it gets cold.” You tell him, picking up your own sandwich and taking a bite, Bucky doing the same after another moment of looking at you.

Gooey brie and crisp sliced apples go great with buttery, toasted french bread, Bucky learns.

“Do you want to help me clean the apartment?” You ask him as you follow him to the sink where he washes off the plates and the pan you used.

“... Your apartment is spotless.” He tells you.

“I know. I cleaned it two days ago. But I like to clean when I have bad days, and you’re already here.”

He grabs the sponge and wipes down the stove, glancing over at you.

“I’d be happy to help you clean. Where do you want me to start?”

He planned on getting his own groceries today, but found himself on his knees slipping his arm as far as it can go under your dresser. I’m going to buy her one of those adjustable Swiffers for her birthday this year, he thinks. After collecting all the dust onto the rag, he tosses it into the pile with the few other dirty rags and glances over his shoulder to look at you.

Down the hallway, you wipe down all the frames on the wall one by one. He hears sniffles every once in a while, but keeps cleaning.

“Alright, I got all the low places and all the high places for you.” He walks over to you down the hallway. “What do you have next for me?”

“Nothing, we can stop for a bit.”

He’s gotten better at reading people. Through getting closer with Sam, through therapy, through becoming a more participating citizen in society. And through getting to know you. He can read you, and he can tell you’re holding something back.

“Anything else you wanna do? Anything I can do?”

“What’s your zodiac again? You’re very caring, you know that?”

“I’m a Pisces and you're deflecting.” He steps closer to you now, eyes less puffy from when he first saw you this afternoon, but tiredness radiating through them. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” He encourages quieter.

“Can we… cuddle? For a little bit?” You ask.

This is the first time Bucky’s ever seen you look so fragile. Not on that first date where you thought he was going to stand you up or when you told him about your ex. Not when you both discussed your deepest secrets on your couch. Not even earlier when you explained why you’ve been crying today. A timorous woman stands before him, now.

“Absolutely, doll. Where, on the couch? Wherever you want.” He tells you softly, seeing a bit of tension leave your shoulders as you gently bring him to the couch to sit, as though you were expecting him to say no.

He’d always used to make fun of Steve when talking about Peggy. Always teasing him as a brother would when the lovey-dovey talk would come out. But this is the very first time he’s ever understood a single thing he was talking about.

You’ll find someone, and they’ll fit you like a puzzle piece. You’ll mold to each other perfectly, and it’ll scare the hell outta ‘ya.

He’s propped up against the arm rest, one leg straightened out on the couch and the other planted on the floor. His arms are around you as you’re sandwiched between his side and the back of your couch. Your hands rest gently along his stomach, head tucked under his chin. A knee hooks around the leg that’s straightened on the couch, the other stretched on the remaining area of the cushions.

Like a puzzle piece.

You’re warm and you’re making him feel warm, both on the inside and the outside. He feels the way he did when he first pecked Barbara Albram on the mouth in grade school. Or when he first sat on a girl’s bed in her room when he was a teenager.

He feels like he has a crush.

“Do you know what love languages are?” You ask after a few minutes of silence. You’re both warm against each other, no blanket needed in the small space. He can feel your body much more relaxed under his hands and the permanent strain in your throat has disappeared.

“No. Sounds nice.”

“It’s the way you express and experience love, either with a romantic partner, a friend, family, that sort of thing. There’s five.”

“What are they?”

“Words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, acts of service, and gifts.”

He hums, an arm absentmindedly trailing up and down your back.

“I’m not sure what mine is.” He says, thinking back to every relationship he’s ever had, both romantic and not.

“You can be a mix of them. I think you like to express love through acts of service. You did just help me clean half the apartment. And when you told me about helping Sam and Sarah with the boat.” You mention.

“What’s yours?”

“Physical touch. But he kind of fucked that up for me, though.” You scoff.

“I used to love holding hands, hugging, kissing. Not just with him, with everyone. I felt like I had so much love to give and now I have nowhere to put it. I wish he didn’t make me like that.” You confess.

“Only you are in control of that. He’s gone. And what he did was terrible. But it’s up to you to reclaim that. If you have a lot of love you want to give, give it. There’s no one that deserves that love in return more than you. You are worthy of all the love in the world.”

He stays with you on the couch until he feels your breathing slow a bit and your body relaxes against his, small snores and heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you finally rest.

He hears a buzz on the table and is reminded of the reason he came over in the first place. He carefully reaches over to the table and is glad that he’s able to reach without moving you around too much. He presses the button on the side to see a now fully-illuminated screen and a charged battery, as well as a text from Sam.

Double date friday night. Bring ur girl. I’m picking the place

He doesn’t let himself be upset at the fact that Sam’s bound to choose a place that requires him to wear a clown suit because he’s too caught up on it being a double date.

He hasn’t been on a double date since when he shipped out for the war. And times were very different then; he was very different. He’d be nervous even if he wasn’t fake dating you and was going with a real girlfriend.

Maybe I can cancel, tell him I’m busy. You know that won’t work though! You’ll reschedule over and over and over again until Sam just shows up out of the blue with his girlfriend, even worse if it’s an occasion where you tell Sam you are with her when you’re not. Bit the bullet, Barnes, it won’t kill you.

He glances down at your sleeping face, calm expression soothing his own nerves now that he’s replied with a text confirming both of your presences.

It’s only a double date, what’s the worst that can happen?

[startanewdream]

Goodbye kiss

Summary: Lately they only share goodbye kisses (or Harry and Ginny's thoughts the day before they break up at Dumbledore's funeral). Sort of missing moment.

Or I was in the mood for some angst.

Harry’s kiss speaks of goodbye, tiny silver bells announcing their relationship is almost over.

Ginny is familiar with ending a relationship. She has had two breakups, after all, and she knows they are a risk at any relationship; she even encourages them when the relationship is going sour. Clean breakups are ideal - no hard feelings, just the acceptance that things didn’t work and now everyone is better on another path.

She remembers how it was with Michael. What they had had been cute at first, even special because he was his first boyfriend and she was his. But that was it; the only thing they ever shared was that beginning.

There wasn’t many feelings between them towards the end. Michael was too occupied with his OWLs and Ginny was too occupied with her Quidditch trainings, so they barely saw each other besides some meetings at the corridor when their schedules coincided. Michael was always at the library, Ginny was always outside and neither seemed to actually miss one another.

And then her efforts in training had actually paid off when Ginny caught the snitch under Cho Chang’s nose. She’d thought that Michael valued competition enough to actually praise her for her performance, but he wasn’t in the mood - and Ginny wasn’t very patient too, she admitted later.

‘If you are so upset that I beat Cho, why don’t you run off to comfort her?’, she’d yelled, annoyed that he was judging her for being actually pleased that they had beaten Ravenclaw.

‘Well, maybe I will’.

‘Do whatever you want, Michael, we are done’.

Michael had done exactly what she had suggested, and then Ginny had felt a tingle of annoyance that was the first real thing she’d felt for Michael Corner in a long time. But it was brief; she was better without him and in any case he was free to go comfort anyone he wanted.

Ginny would never discuss the need for a breakup.

Her breakup with Dean was late. Being with him had been nice for a long time, but a good snog was not enough to make a relationship last.

Things were rocky between them for a longer time than their relationship was good, but they still had feelings for each other, so they had tried. In the end, it had not been really his fault as much as it wasn’t hers; they just weren’t compatible, Ginny eventually realized. Dean wanted someone to pamper and to take care of and Ginny could handle herself just fine. She refused to be the lady in distress Dean somehow hoped she was.

Eventually she would find out that it wasn’t Dean that actually pushed her on the day of their breakup, but Ginny would not complain. Luck or not, their breakup felt necessary, a resolution of a relationship that was going nowhere and that was only damaging the friendship she once had with Dean.

Later Dean would try to talk to her, would want to rekindle their relationship. He might have lingering feelings for what they once had - but the sparkle that had first made them work together was gone.

All her previous relationships had faded so naturally.

Which is probably why this imminent breakup with Harry scares her so much.

She could understand if they had not worked out, if they found out they were better friends than lovers. But those few weeks they spent together only made evident how natural, almost effortless, it was being with Harry; it felt like they were supposed to be together. Dating Harry was a bright spot in the middle of a growing darkness, that Ginny had dared to pretend it would last.

Even knowing, she had hoped for more: they had so little time together, stolen hours that are not nearly enough. Ginny wants the time they never had to argue withhim, to find his faults and to discover what are her quirks that annoy him. She wants to have a bad day to see how they would work things out. She wants the tempestuous days that will show they can overcome any problem. She wants the good days where they will walk every little next step on their relationship.

But they won't have any of it.

Ending things with Michael and Dean had brought her relief. But breaking up with Harry is just… painful. Wrong. Heartbreaking.

Breakups are for when a relationship is bad, not for when in its best glorious days. Breakups are for when people are not in love anymore - and Harry likes her as much as she likes him, that Ginny knows, that she can see in the way he is staring at her, so desperate and so sorry.

He doesn't want to end things with her. But he will.

She can feel in the way he gazes at her these last couple days, or how he sometimes clings to her as if he fears letting her go, or how the joy in his eyes (that had glinted ever since Harry first kissed her) is gone, replaced by a quiet sorrow.

She hears in his voice as he talks to her, the ending always at the tip of his tongue. Not yet, but soon.

This would be easier, so much easier, if she didn't like him so much. If her heart wasn't beating desperately (for more, she wants more of him, always a little more) as she puts her arms around his neck like she has done hundred of times before, her lips touching his tenderly.

But Harry hesitates, his lips trembling and not moving against hers, and Ginny can already hear the parting words she knows he needs to say.

At night, when she can't sleep, she wonders how it will happen. If he is just going to tell her it's over. If he will justify. If he will cry.

If she will cry.

'Harry', she calls him, a soft plead. 'Kiss me'.

One more time, she thinks. We will leave the goodbye for another day.

When she feels Harry finally answering her kiss - his lips are urgent, feverish, needy and so sorry - she hopes for once that another day never comes.

~*~

Ginny’s kiss tastes like goodbye.

Harry hates it because it’s all wrong.

They must have exchanged hundreds of kisses by now - there was that first glorious kiss (sunlit, Harry had thought, it tasted like sunlit mournings), the goodnight kisses that tasted of good dreams and the even better good morning kisses that spoke of the possibilities the day brought.

That chaste peck on his cheek when they were in the Great Hall and he had wished her good luck on her exam.

That take-away-your-breath, fumbling-hands, intense snog in the broom cupboard of the sixth floor that tasted like desire and curiosity. The kiss on his bed that was forbidden and wonderful until they were hastily interrupted when Dean and Seamus entered the dormitory and Ginny had to leave under the Invisibility Cloak.

The warm kiss they shared when Ginny took him to the kitchens for a midnight snack and he could savour the hot chocolate on her lips - and then next day, when they had shared a picnic on the grounds, on that bright hot summer day, he had tasted every flavour of the fruits on her lips too. Fresh and sweet and acid.

But never bittersweet like it tastes these days.

Harry knows what he has to do and still he can’t. Not yet.

(Not ever, but he must)

Kissing Ginny is excruating as if lightning - the one in the tower that killed Dumbledore, the one marked forever in his forehead - is striking him, burning him; and yet kissing her still heals too, a phoenix song that fills him with a vain hope.

He tastes the goodbye in every kiss they share these last couple days. It’s Dumbledore’s funeral tomorrow and yet the day is warm, the sun shining on the surface of the lake, none at all caring that Dumbledore is gone and that Harry’s future is dark.

Harry looks away from the lake, his eyes falling on Ginny by his side. She is thoughtful, but when she feels his gaze, she turns to him, the corners of her mouth lifting up as if it is the most natural reaction for her to smile at him. Harry takes in the sight of Ginny - flaming red hair, warm fierce brown eyes, freckles carefully spread on her cheek (and collarbone and a little bit over her breasts, Harry knows) and he thinks this is the sight he wants to take to his heart, to last forever, even if their kisses are counted now.

She approaches him carefully and Harry reacts without even thinking, a second nature now - his arms reach to her, wrapping around her waist while Ginny throws her arms around his neck. Her lips brush over his, softly, the promise of a kiss he knows they will share in a second or too and for that second Harry hesitates, desperate for her lips and fearing it.

Every kiss they share is somehow closer to their last one. He already tastes the goodbye; he is not ready to let that goodbye leave his lips.

Maybe… maybe he can keep it there a little bit longer. Maybe if they kiss, time will stop and he will be able to live in that moment forever. But this will be the kiss that never ends.

‘Harry’, she whispers. Her eyes burn deep. ‘Kiss me’.

As if there is no tomorrow, he hears in her voice. As if it’s not the last time. As you always kissed me.

And Harry does.

[suchalonelysunflower]

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

You reread your final essay one more time and decided that it was enough for today and if there were any mistakes left, then you’ll deal with them tomorrow. Now the only thing in your mind was a cozy blanket and a feel good movie. But first, you needed to get some food and drinks for your mini celebratory self care session.

The thought of asking Calum to come join you crossed your mind, but you quickly remembered that tonight was boys night. Every couple of weeks Calum and his friends have a little night out to catch up and decompress all of the stress of the week. Tonight was Calum’s turn to host boys night as they decided to have a quiet night in, so they must be having a good time downstairs and you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

With that thought in mind, you carefully placed your laptop on Calum’s side of the bed and carefully untangled your legs from under the covers so you wouldn't wake up Duke, who snuggled with you every time you had to work to keep you company. You put on one of Calum’s hoodies and headed downstairs trying your best to not make any sound.

Before you even reached the last step of the stairs, you could already hear your boyfriend’s laugh and it made your heart flutter. Even after almost three years of being together, his laugh still gives you butterflies every time you hear it, falling even more in love than what is possible.

Once you were in the kitchen, you started looking into the cupboards as you searched for your favorite snacks, but in the end you were unable to find any, thinking that maybe Calum has hidden them somewhere on the top shelves where he knows you can’t reach.

Letting out a small huff, you debated with yourself the option of climbing up the counter or admitting defeat and go ask your boyfriend for some help. Luckily, you didn’t have to decide as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite scholar” Said Ashton with a light chuckle “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be out tonight since it’s boys night”

You smiled as you let him wrap his arms around you to give you a hug. Ashton was the first friend you made when you moved to LA a couple of years back, he was the one who introduced you to Calum in the first place, and you were very thankful for having him as a best friend.

“I had to finish up some term papers, so I had to reschedule my girl’s night for tomorrow” You explained to the black haired man “And what are you doing here? Need a refill?” You ask, pointing to the empty glass he was holding.

Ashton nodded, “Yeah, but I also needed a time out. Mitchy is kinda being very obnoxious today” He said with a sigh.

Mitchy Collins was a close friend with the boys for many years now, but you can’t say that he is a friend of yours. It’s not like you haven’t tried to befriend the singer, on the contrary, you both had multiple chances to get to know each other but he either ignored you or made things very awkward between you. And, to be honest, you were not that excited to become his friend either. There was something weird about him, a bad vibe per se, that made you not trust him at all. He was always very loud, obnoxious and downright rude sometimes and it made you very uncomfortable. Both Calum and Ashton knew about your uneasiness with Mitchy, so they didn’t push it too far and you were thankful for that.

“Oh?” You asked, trying to mask your discomfort “What is he saying this time?”

“Just a bunch of bullshit, to be honest. He is very high right now and thinks he’s above everyone else” Ashton said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. You did the same as you offered him a glass of water.

“Are you high right now?” You chuckled.

“Nope. Calum and I decided to stay clean tonight cause tomorrow we start early in the studio and the weed kinda messes up our pipes” He explains.

“What about Luke and Mikey?”

“They are not here yet, they said they needed to finish up something for a song and then they will meet us here” Ashton shrugged, not giving it too much importance “And what about you, darling? How was your day?”

You began to tell Ashton about how you finally finished the semester and how excited you were for your little getaway with Calum next week. However, every couple of minutes you were interrupted by a loud laugh or an obnoxious comment coming from the living room where the rest of the boys were sitting. Sometimes their loud comments started loud conversations that neither of you could help but overhear, but you did your best to ignore them. But some things are easier said than done.

“I’m telling you man! You can do so much better” You heard Mitchy’s voice echoing through the house, followed by a chuckle from Calum who mumbled something among the lines of “Fuck off”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the conversation you had with Ashton in order to pay attention to what was being said down the hall. You looked at Ash with a confused face, wondering what they could be saying but at the same time not knowing if you should continue listening to their private affairs. You were about to open up your mouth to continue what you were saying until another comment made by Mitchy caught your attention.

“You have to admit she is the worst sometimes. All she does is boss you around like you are some kind of puppet. She is the definition of annoying”

You sat up straight as you looked at Ashton, who mirrored your puzzled expression.

“Is- is he talking about me?” You asked in a whisper.

Ashton shook his head “I don’t thi-”

“I swear! What does she even do besides work and study all the time? She barely has time for you. You said it yourself! And when she’s not doing any of those things? She’s nagging around and clinging to you like you’re a damn purse! That’s who Y/N is”

You froze in the spot. So they were talking about you… and did Calum really say you don’t have time for him? You don’t even get time to yourself and he knows that! He said he was okay with it, that he understood and supported you through and through… Guess not.

“I still don’t know what you saw in her, dude. She’s just plain boring, playing to be a good girl when in reality she has zero personality” He continued his rant “She does nothing for you! Honestly! I’m surprised you made it this far with that bitch”

You knew that wasn’t true. He never really made an effort to get to know you! how could he be saying all those stuff? You did everything for Calum, all your goals, your plans are for the both of you. How could he know that if he never really talked to you? But you had to admit that that first comment really hurt. You were always doubting yourself at the beginning of your relationship with Calum, always feeling like you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or smart or fun or hot… To fight off those kinds of feelings was a difficult job to say the least, but Calum was always there to fight them with you, reassuring you that he loved you. He loved every part of you and he will love you forever.

“Is she at least a decent fuck? Cause I don’t see her doing anything remotely interesting in bed” Mitchy laughed “If she’s not she’s just wasting your time”

You noticed how Ashton suddenly stiffened next to you when he heard Mitchy’s comments. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fists at the side of his body “Okay, that’s enough” But you were quicker, grabbing onto his shirt as a sign to make him stay there with you and not cause a scene.

His eyes found yours and you could see the anger build up on them, you knew that he would defend you no matter what and you loved him for that. But you knew Calum would defend you over there, he wouldn't let him talk about you that way.

“Ash, please” You pleaded, tugging on his shirt for him to take a seat again. But he preferred to stay standing next to you, almost like guarding and shielding you from any other comment that might hurt your feelings.

“I can’t let him talk about you like that!” He hissed. But you just shook your head.

“I know, Ash. I know. But Cal will handle it” You said confidently, trying to keep yourself together.

You knew Calum would not let those comments slide. Even if you weren’t in the room with him, those comments were awful and very hurtful, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially by someone as close as a friend of his.

You waited for his intervention, but your heart crushed when the only thing you heard from him were laughs.

“She’s a good fuck” That’s all he said.

The grip you had on Ashton’s shirt suddenly flattered as you fought the lump in your throat “Y-you said he wasn’t high” You whispered to Ashton, who was just as frozen as you were after hearing his best mate’s comment.

“He’s not” He said, standing tall next to you. As much as he wanted to go in there and give the guys an earful, he knew you needed him here with you.

Out of all the things Mitchy has said, out of all the insults and belitments, that’s what he says? That you’re a good fuck?

You knew that you could be annoying sometimes when you got happy. You just wanted to share that happiness with everyone around you and you thought… you thought that Calum liked that. You were not a bad girlfriend, you always tried your best to make him as happy as he makes you; to love him as much as he loves you, cause he loves you. Doesn’t he?

If he loves you then why is he letting his friend say all of this stuff about you? Why is he not saying anything? Does- does he agree with him?

The tears started rolling silently, half of you not believing what you were hearing while the other half clang to the idea of Calum defending you at some point.

“Oh I know!” Said Mitchy after a while “I can introduce you to someone! Right now, actually. Her name’s Vanessa and she’s crazy hot, dude”

He can’t be serious.

Ashton looked at you with pleading, furious eyes. Almost begging you to go and let him deal with them. But you grabbed his hand and made him stay. This has to be it. This has to be the chance for Calum to say something.

“You’re kidding right?” The curly haired man asked. Making you let out a breath of relief.

“Not at all! Think about it. We go, you meet her, you fuck her and done!” He said like it was nothing “Y/N will never find out cause she’s stuck up her ass. Your fans will never know or they won’t care cause they don’t even know you are in a ”relationship” to begin with! You are single to their eyes. And you get a decent fuck from someone who looks the part and knows how to have fun! It’s a win - win!”

Your heart stopped as you waited for Calum to answer. To tell Mitchy to go fuck himself. To tell him that he loves you and would never do that to you.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll think about it” Calum shrugged “Plus, if we go out I’ll have to tell Y/N. She’s upstairs finishing some shit for her university”

“Fucking hell… see! I told you! A stuck up bitch” Mitchy said, making Calum laugh.

But their laughs and the rest of the conversation grew numb to your ears. Your body trembled as the tears came flooding in, holding in the sobs that were tearing up your throat. How could he? He was really thinking of cheating on you.

You could feel every little piece of your heart shattered as you search for some kind of leverage that could hold you still so you don’t fall and break. You felt ill, disgusted and heartbroken.

As you tried to get up, you felt your knees buckle and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Ashton holding you up. He was still there and you knew by the look in his eyes that he was not going anywhere.

He was just as disgusted and angry as you. He couldn’t believe all the things that were said tonight, all the things that Calum failed to make it right and hurt you in the process. He knew that if he were in that room that the conversation would’ve died the moment it started. He would never let them talk about you that way.

“I-I can’t-“ You cried, moments away from hyperventilating “I can’t stay here, Ash”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head for reassurance “Go upstairs, love. Grab your stuff and we’re getting out of here. You’re staying with me tonight, okay?” Ashton let go of you and started walking towards the living room where the rest of the guys were still talking.

“Ash” You called, making him turn around “D-don’t make a scene, please”

He sighed as he muttered a quiet “okay” before turning around, leaving you alone as you went upstairs to grab the bare necessities to spend the night, you’ll figure out the rest later. Right now you just needed to get out of here.

You opened the bedroom door and almost collapsed at the entrance. Duke came running towards you, sensing that there was something wrong as he started to whine and tried to jump into your arms. That only made you cry harder as you realized that you were leaving him too. You fell to the floor and patted the puppy as he tried to wipe off your tears with his tongue, breaking your heart even more.

A loud voice cut you out of your thoughts. You could hear Ashton yelling, although you couldn’t exactly figure out what he was saying. This meant that Calum knew you heard everything and that, if he had at least some decency left in him, he would come and get you. You needed to act fast.

You stood up and grabbed the first big bag that you could find. Inside of it you threw your laptop, your books, your charger, some clothes and some bathroom essentials. You debated on whether or not to take with you a picture of you, Calum and Duke… it was your favorite memory with them. But the damage was stronger than the nostalgia, so you threw that picture to the ground before you left the room that once belonged to you.

You were running down the stairs when you passed Calum running up them. You ignored him as he stopped in his tracks and followed you to the hall.

“Y/N!” He said, desperate to try and stop you “Y/N, baby, please! Hear me out!”

“Hear what?! I already heard enough!” You said as you turned around.

Calum’s face was almost unrecognizable. The fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice and his close off body language was not something you’d normally see in him. The “I fucked up” expression showed all the regret in the world, yet you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

“I. Heard. All of it, Calum” You cried through gritted teeth, anger boiling inside of you as you stared at the man you thought you’d marry “All of it and not once did I hear you say something to try and defend me. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“Baby-“ He tried, but you cut him off.

“I work my ass off all day and night for you, for us. For me to go and see you on tour like you ask me to, knowing damn well I would go to the ends of this fucking earth for you! Catching up extra classes and shifts so I can go with you. I cancel everything to be with you. I gave up everything for us to be together. I barely even have time for myself as I try my best to be something worthy of you!” Your tears were staining your face, but you pushed away the pain for a moment, knowing that once you break down it’s over “I try my best to be a good girlfriend, a good friend! I loved you with all my heart and this is what I get after almost three years? A good fuck? That 's it?”

Calum’s world fell to the floor as he tried hard to fight off the lump in his throat, whispering in a broken voice “Loved?”

“That’s all you get from it?” You ask defeated “Calum I would’ve never let my friends call you names, insult you or offend you in any way. I would’ve gone to the ends of the world for you, defended you till the day I die. All because I trusted you to do the same for me and you failed me, Calum. You broke me. You let him call me a bitch, a stuck up, worthless, stupid, bossy, annoying… should I go on? Cause those words are now printed in my memory, next to you agreeing to all of those things. Is that what you think of me?”

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that!” He said, grabbing your hand and trying to make you stay “I fucked up! I know! You are right, I failed you and you don’t know how much I hate myself for it! But please, love. You know I could never think of you like that… you are the most wonderful person there is! You are kind, smart, loving, beautiful-“

“Did you cheat on me?” You ask bluntly.

“What?”

“Did you cheat on me?”

“No!” Calum said instantly “No, I would never!”

You nodded “Yet, you thought of it.”

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off again “Is that why you never made our relationship public? So you could have a free pass whenever you want to? Cause I thought it was to protect our privacy, for us to have a normal life in the midst of the chaos that is to date a celebrity. When you told all of that I thought “wow, this is a guy with integrity and with values” Yet I don’t know what to believe now. I thought you loved me-“

“I do love you-“

“I thought you loved me” You said, the tears were already dry as the anger came flooding in “But you don’t hurt the people you love. You don’t break them like you did to me. You don’t let anyone hurt them, even if they are not in the room with you. And you don’t cheat on them like you were going to tonight with that girl Vanessa while I waited here like an idiot for you to come home and spend some time with me”

You pull your hand out of his grasp, holding onto your bag as you heard Calum cry “Y/N-“

“You are free to do whatever you want now, Calum. Cause to the eyes of your fans you are single, and I am as well”

You turned around and saw Ashton waiting by the door with his keys in his hand. He opened up the door for you as you walked by, ignoring all of Calum’s pleads for you to stay.

“So you are just going to leave?!” He yelled, not knowing what else to do. “Whe- Where are you taking her Ashton?”

The black haired man made sure that you were already sitting in his car before turning around to face his friend “I’m taking here with me and away from you cause that’s what she needs now. So don’t bother calling or showing up cause you are not welcome right now. And don’t even try to call Luke or Michael cause they already know and we won’t support you on this” Ashton said as calm as he could. He already told him off, but the anger of seeing you cry in front of him still resided in him.

“I- I love her , Ash! You can’t just take her away from me. I’m her boyfriend!”

“Correction, you were her boyfriend. And I can take her away and I will cause she asked me to” He said taking an intimidating step closer to Calum “Cause while you were here talking trash about her behind her back, planning on how to cheat on her. I was back there, holding her while she broke down crying cause she couldn’t believe that her boyfriend didn’t stand up for her and let a fucking stranger insult her all night long! You weren’t there to see her eyes water or her lip tremble. You weren’t there when she begged me with tears in her eyes to not make a scene cause all she wanted to do was to get out of here. She is the most amazing person ever, she is a light in all of our lives and you extinguished her without a second thought. You might be my friend, but she is too and I love her and I will defend her no matter what, she doesn’t deserve this kind of crap you just showed to her. So don’t count on me to try and help you get her back, I won’t blame her if she doesn’t”

Calum felt small as Ashton walked away from him, closing the door with a bang and leaving him all alone in his big house. Well, almost.

“Dude, that was intense” Mitchy laughed as he placed a hand on Calum’s shoulder “So, wanna go now?”

A blind rage fell over Calum as he heard the mocking laughs of his so-called friend, acting like his life just didn’t fall apart in front of him.

Calum grabbed the singer by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall “You are going to get out of my house and never come back. You hear me?!” He yelled to his face, almost letting out steam from his nostrils as he was sure he could kill him right now.

“Dude, what’s wrong with yo-“

Calum quickly grabbed a bottle from his nearby mini bar, suddenly gaining all the courage he should’ve had hours ago, and throwed it to Mitchy’s feet, making him jump “Get the fuck out!” He yelled, grabbing bottle after bottle, glass after glass and throwing them into the ground “OUT!”

Only when the last bottle was smashed into pieces did he realize he was completely alone.

And only then did he allow himself to cry for the loss of the love of his life, walking away from him and leaving him to pick up the pieces of two broken hearts.

part 2

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Fix’er Upper - Part Twelve

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of drug use, fluff, smidge of angst? Length: 1.7k Notes: Managed to whip up this bad boy during a quiet moment today and should probably make y’all wait for it but I don’t really do posting schedules (as you’ve noticed) so enjoy. Not beta’d, not proof read, I’ll die on this messy hill.

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Surprisingly, life didn't change too much after that night. Frankie continued to run his acreage and oversee the making of this year's cider. With some encouragement and support from you, he was starting to expand the business and already had a few pubs in the closest city clamouring to have his product on tap.

Meanwhile, the improvements on the house were nearing an end, for the indoors list anyways. The first thing Frankie had helped you do was to install your new soaker tub, immediately followed by christening it by making soft, slow love to you inside of it.

There hadn't even been any water, your impatience to be close to each other wouldn't allow for that. You had just stripped out of your coveralls, convenient work-wear for people who fucked like rabbits you had to admit, and sat in his lap with your arms and legs wrapped around him. His hands guiding your hips in a slow rocking motion, breathing each other's air as your open mouths hovered in a not-quite kiss, only breaking eye contact when you threw your head back as you came.

Autumn passed quickly and Winter had gripped Vermont, cloaking the countryside in a heavy blanket of white. Christmas was a cozy affair, you and Frankie had been asked to join Jacquie and Mark in their family's merriment. It had stirred something inside of you, watching a functional family laugh, sing, argue, eat, and love with such abandon. 

It was everything you'd dreamt, initially, for your future with Brad. Now? Now you were starting to picture that future with Frankie's face as the patriarch, you just haven't built up the nerve to broach the subject yet. 

You'd started working at the bakery, enjoying the early mornings surrounded by rising dough and sculling back coffees with the adorable older ladies who ran the place. You'd also begun doing the books for Morales Acres and Catfish Brewery. Frankie was a veritable genius but he claimed he had no patience for keeping receipts and tracking numbers.

You had a sneaking suspicion he was playing dumb in an effort to give you more time together but you really didn't mind. Your break-of-dawn mornings at the bakery had you tired, but after a full day of renovating or bookkeeping, you were downright exhausted and ready for bed by eight pm. This, mixed with Frankie monitoring the brewing, bottling, and distribution of his cider and networking at bars and pubs throughout the state meant the two of you rarely saw each other.

All of your hard work in your own house had made you a popular friend to call when someone needed decorating advice, or a helping hand once they realized they couldn't tile their kitchen backsplash solo. You never charged for your time, although payment had initially been offered until work had got around that you preferred a good meal and conversation over money. I mean, sure, you could use the cash but it just didn't seem right. And you loved helping people and making deeper connections with the town you now truly felt you belonged in.

Tuesday evenings had become an unofficial date night for the two of you. The bakery was closed on Wednesdays and bar owners tended to be less interested in business halfway through the week, something to do with the rush of the previous weekend having worn off and the worry of setting up for another one starting to grow.

This meant you could stay up late, enjoy a proper homemade dinner, maybe even watch a movie or share a bottle of wine while soaking in your big ass tub. It usually ended as a sleepover, your house being the preferred location; Frankie's loft was perfectly fine but it did lack a certain homey appeal.

This pattern, this life, that you'd created for yourself was making you happier than you'd ever been in your entire life. You weren't one hundred percent content, not yet anyway, but the path to getting there was on a direct trajectory. You still wanted to finish your college degree, maybe switch it over to horticulture. Building a greenhouse and selling flowers was still a pipe dream but something your heart truly longed for, something that Frankie was constantly encouraging you to do.

"Look, hun," he had called out to you a few weeks ago while supposedly researching the new line of bottles. "There's an auction next county over and they have all this confiscated stuff from a grow op that got busted!"

"What?" You'd made a face and laughed at the absurdity of it all. "What on earth would you use from a pot farm?"

He just gave you a salacious wink as an answer.

Frankie had been open about his past drug abuse and while some recovering addicts may want all mention of it banned from a conversation, Frankie found levity in treating the topic like any other person would.

It had taken you a couple of hours to realize why he'd brought up the auction. It had hit you with a jolt, knowing that he’d remembered your rambling from on top of the Ferris wheel. You didn't realize he'd been listening when you'd told him about your idea of taking over the flower stand at the market once the current couple retired.

Your heart had swelled and there was a concerted effort to prevent the sudden onset of tears from running down your face. God, you loved this man, maybe one of these days you should tell him...

This particular routine was working well for the two of you. It gave each of you your own space to relax, destress, enjoy the shitty tv shows you were too embarrassed to watch in front of another living person. It also forced the two of you to take your relationship slowly, communication being a constant learning curve. You were both really good and telling each other when you needed time alone, when you were feeling stressed or sad. You each had learned the tells for when the other was angry or just hungry, if it was hormones or if there was something that was actually pissing you off.

The thing you each seemed to struggle with was expressing the softer side of the relationship. Neither of you appeared to have the Words of Affirmation love language skill, yet you both craved to hear it. You showed how much you cared for Frankie with your acts of service; helping him with the boring side of the business, baking, deep cleaning the loft, even scrubbing out the massive fermenter in the Catfish Cider warehouse.

Frankie, on the other hand, showed his love through physical touch. At first, you had assumed it was a staking-his-claim kind of thing but then you noticed how he'd do it all the time. A hand on your lower back while walking, caressing your hand with his thumb when driving in the truck, carding his fingers through your hair while you watched tv.

This week's date night found you at his place, relaxing in the loft after a busy workday. You were making dinner while he 'helped' by sneaking bites of the prepped ingredients, arm slung around you with a hand in your back pocket.

"What're you looking for?" He asked, taking advantage of your distracted searching through his cupboards to sneak a few more pinches of grated cheese.

"A can opener!" You replied, exasperation raising your voice an octave. "I could have sworn I saw a white one around here somewhere..."

“No, pretty sure that one's yours. I don't think I have one?"

"Frankie," you deadpanned "how did you survive as a bachelor without canned food?"

"I ate a lot of take-out?" He looked indignant at your laughter, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Can you stop judging me long enough to eat some burritos?"

Smoothing his playful scowl with a kiss, you sat down at the counter and enjoyed your first meal together of the week.

An idea was formulating in the back of your mind, though, and you barely tasted anything. As the evening progressed, the idea grew and you were liking it more and more. The final straw was you not having a toothbrush in his bathroom anymore, having forgotten that it had fallen off the counter and into the trashcan the last time you'd spent the night.

Using his, with a strange mixture of distaste and nonchalance, before making your way over to the bed, you began to plan how the conversation could go:

Hey Frankie, so you know how I have a big house all to myself? Yeah... And it had everything we need in it? Yeah... And there's more than enough room for two adults to store all of their things? Yeah... And I wouldn't have to use your toothbrush ever again? Yea- wait what? I think you should move in with me.

It wasn't very romantic but it was the most likely, considering your dynamic. Just as you were crawling into bed and snuggling under the arm he'd raised to allow you to get closer, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? - This is he. - Yeah, biological. - Oh god, when?"

The immediate change in his tone from questioning to horrified caught your attention, sitting up to face him you grabbed his free hand, silently letting him know you were there for support.

His eyes were out of focus and a panicked expression was slowly morphing his face as the conversation went on, but he gave your hand a squeeze back in acknowledgement.

"Yes, in Vermont. Do you have my address? - Okay, good, good...okay - When? - I'll have something ready. Umm... does she... does she remember me? - Oh. Okay, thank you."

Slowly lowering the phone from his ear, Frankie sat staring into nothingness for what felt like hours. His side of the conversation and the way he was reacting had you rattled. You could guess as to what was happening but weren't sure if now was the right time to pry.

"Babe? Is, is everything okay?"

Silence.

Gripping his hand tighter and rubbing his back you sat with him for a few more minutes before trying again. You didn’t want to push him but your heart was constricting in your chest from nervousness and concern for him.

"Can I get you anything? What do you need?"

His hand was now completely dead in yours; eventually, he turned his head towards you, eyes never fully focusing, and shook his head.

"I- she- fuck... I think you should go.”

Part Thirteen

[mycrofts-gunbrella]

Remus Lupin x Reader Smut- Uncontrollable

According to your calendar, it was less than a week away until the next full moon which meant two things. One, you had to work out about a week's worth of DADA lessons as you'd be upgraded from assistant to teacher until Remus was back to his normal strength and could come back. And two, your husband was at max level of horniness and will try to grab you at any given point. You weren't complaining when it came to early morning quickies and nights of sheer pleasure but when it comes to during the day, your usual shy, private husband seems to no longer care where he is when he makes his moves. Which leads you to situations like the one you're currently in..

It had been a rushed morning with both you and Lupin waking up a lot later than usual and having to quickly get ready before you were late to class- meaning, of course, you didn't have anywhere near enough time for your morning 'routine' and naturally left your other half in a rather 'teasing' mood all day. Whether it was subtle gropes of your ass as he'd slide himself behind you or whispering his plans for later in your ear as you sat beside him at his desk, Remus Lupin really wasn't messing around. This continued throughout both of the periods before dinner in the Great Hall, with added curses that "of all days it had to be a bloody Friday" since you had no free periods all day to relieve both of your now pent up sexual frustration. With your arm hooked around his, you both began to walk to dinner.

"Do we really have to go? Can't we just use this hour for something more worthwhile darling?" Remus lightly whined. You laughed at him and rolled your eyes.

"We have to make an appearance Remus, it'll look awful if we don't show our faces. Besides, you need to eat something. I didn't even see you eat a sandwich at lunch!"

"I'm planning to eat something.. but you won't let me." Remus smirked, pulling the exact same cheeky expression that would get you both in trouble as teenagers.

"Remus!" You exclaimed, slapping his arm and looking around to make sure nobody heard him.

"Fine, fine. How about we compromise? We go, we eat and then I'll say we have a few more tests to mark before next period? Please?" He begged, pouting and moving his arm to hold your hand as you rounded the corner near the hall. You leaned up and softly kissed his protruding bottom lip and smiled.

"Sounds like a plan Moony." And with that you took your seats at the end of the table and applauded softly as Dumbledore made his little speech to the students. You'd barely been sat for 5 minutes before Remus placed his hand on your thigh in attempt to get your attention. "Not yet. 10 more minutes, I'm sure you can wait, you're a big boy." You teased in his ear before smiling and going back to eat some more of your meal.

What you didn't expect as your husband's reaction was a smirk but you tried to ignore it. At least until his hand moved towards the inside of your thigh under your skirt with his thumbs rubbing deep circles into your skin. You shot him a warning glare but he ignored you and carried on eating his food with his other hand. It wasn't long until his hand travelled higher and he started to rub your clit through your tights and underwear, causing you to moan quietly and then cough so no one would pay attention. Your hand gripped your fork til your knuckles turned white as he surprisingly hooked his fingers through the waistline of your underwear and slowly pushed two fingers in your entrance, bending and thrusting his fingers into you while you could only focus on not causing a scene at the dinner table. Damn this man and his capabilities to make you feel so good so quickly.

"Something the matter darling? You don't seem to be touching your food." Remus spoke, smirking knowingly at you as McGonagall turned to see what the commotion was.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Minerva asked from beside you, giving your softly panting form a once over. You glared again at your husband and turned to smile at the woman to your side, with Remus making no efforts to cease his movements and instead speeding up while he pretended to look concerned. You took a deep breathe as you felt yourself being pushed to the edge.

"I'm o-okay. Bit of a cold coming I think, I'm starting to get a headache." You managed to stutter out. At your final word Remus moved his hand so his thumb could rub circles on your clit and you came undone, placing your head in your hands and biting your knuckle as you came over your husband's fingers.

"You've barely touched your food and your face is burning dear. Perhaps you should go and have a rest before next period?" She suggested. You were about to try and convince her you were fine before Remus interjected.

"Must be something wrong for you not to want your dinner, my love. It tastes delicious." You turned and went wide-eyed as you watched Remus slowly lick his fingers clean of you. That's it. You couldn't wait any longer.

"On second thought, perhaps you're right professor. Maybe I should get some rest. Care to join me Remus?" You stood, taking his arm and leading him out of the hall before he could answer. "Remus John Lupin you are going to be the absolute death of me." He only laughed in response as he took control and pulled you round the corner and shoved you against the wall, pressing his lips hungrily against yours as he gripped your hips so tight you're sure it would bruise. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his trousers and pulled his body closer to yours, feeling the tent begin to form and press against your lower stomach. His hands lifted to undo the buttons of your blouse and begin to squeeze your breasts while his lips travelled down your neck leaving little bites and kisses on their way. "What if someone sees us?" You panicked slightly, pulling away from him and trying not to moan at the sight of his dilated pupils and dishevelled hair.

"No one will be coming out for another 20 minutes and by the time we get back to our room we won't have a lot of time, it's fine." Remus tried to reassure you but the look on your face still displayed worry. He sighed and stepped back. "I'm sorry, you're right we should wait. I shouldn't have-" You cut him off kissing him again and softly tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

"I never said we need to wait THAT long.. we'll just have to be quick.." You winked, grabbing a fist full of his shirt and turning the both of you around so his back was firmly against the wall. He almost growled in a sense of relief and went back to wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips onto yours once more. You quickly pulled away and he gave you a look of confusion before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you began palming him through his trousers and sinking to your knees. Unzipping his trousers, you pulled him free from his boxers and began to teasingly lick the tip of his erect cock, moving your tongue to lick the vein going down the side of his shaft until he let out a deep moan.

"Y/N.. Please.." You didn't need to be told twice and took his entire length in your mouth, moaning softly around him as you began to bob your head up and down. You reached around to grab his hands and place them on the back of your head before giving him a look of encouragement as you could feel him trying to hold back moving his hips. He slowly began to guide your head and thrust his hips in time with his movements while moaning your name softly. "M-Merlin. I don't- ffuck- deserve you." You moaned again at his words of encouragement, the vibration encouraging him to pick up speed while you reached around and squeezed his ass as you let him use you as he needed. Suddenly his movements became erratic and sloppy as you felt him twitch in your mouth and shoot his load down the back of your throat. Remus couldn't help but hold your head in place as you swallowed around him. His grip loosened and he pulled you to stand, kissing you once again but this time slower with more passion behind it.

"Better?" You smirked, brushing your hair back in place with your fingers and then fixing your husband's messy locks. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps getting closer. Panicking, you hastily went to trying to button your shirt while Lupin tried to tuck his shirt back into his trousers. It was too late. McGonagall was already in front of you.

"Good to see your headache has improved very quickly." She glared at you as you averted your gaze to the ground. "Over 20 years since the pair of you studied here and I STILL catch you fooling around in the school corridors?" She lectured the pair of you and the memories of you and Lupin getting caught together in broom cupboards and corridors during your school years came flooding back. Suddenly her glare softened and she shook her head and smiled. "Never did think the two of you would ever become adults on the inside. Now please, don't let me catch you again or one of these days I'll have to report you.. 20 points from Gryffi-.." She stopped, realising that two of her favourite students now worked as staff at the school and she smiled again. "Just go away and sort yourselves out. And may I suggest cancelling your lessons to fix whatever is going on between you two at the moment because if any of the students catch on to the kind of foolery that occurred here or in the Dinner Hall there will be consequences do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Professor." You both spoke in unison as you walked back to your shared quarters and sent an owl to leave a note on by your classroom to say there would be no more lessons today. As soon as you got in and sat down you both started to laugh.

"Bless her, the amount of things that woman has seen over the years must be haunting." Remus laughed, laying back on the bed and pulling you to lay beside him.

"And that's just from us." You giggled, rolling to your side to face your husband. 

"One day we probably should grow up and stop sneaking around the school like hormonal teenagers and control our urges until safe to do so."

"Well it seems pretty safe to do so now.. I doubt Minnie's going to pop her head in here." You suggested, moving to straddle your husband's waist. He smirked and began to rub circles into your hips.

"I'm starting to think you may be worse than me when it comes to controlling yourself. It might be a problem.." He smirked, sitting up to place a quick peck on your lips. You grinded your hips against his and grinned as he moaned.

"You love me really." You pouted, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the side.

"That I do, darling. That I do."

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 06 - Knickerless 💦💣😘

A massive thank you to everyone who read this mini series, much love ❤

A very special thank you to @scdramione for reading through the chapters 🤗🤗

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Party Time.

T : "Looking sharp, Drake."

Draco raises a questioning brow.

D : "Was there ever a doubt?"

Theo frowns and shakes his head.

T : "I pity Granger for having to put up with your big fat head."

Draco shoves Theo, the tall man topples over.

D : "Fuck off, Nott, your lucky Lovegood thinks you have a sense of humour."

Theo gets to his feet and defends himself.

T : "I am hilarious."

Blaise rolls his eyes.

B : "In your dreams."

Theo turns to Draco and instructs.

T : "Give Granger the box of chocolates and rose."

Draco smiles in gratitude.

D : "Thanks, mate."

Theo rolls his eyes

T : "Yeah, whatever."

Both men laugh.

B : "Blimey, you really are changing. I've never seen you give anyone anything on Valentine's."

Draco winks.

D : "No time like the present to change old habits."

Theo clicks his fingers and quips.

T : "You're so fucking whipped."

Draco grabs the box and rose and looks at his friends.

D : "Fuck off, is this umm...alright?"

Theo smiles warmly.

T : "Look Blaise, our boy is growing up."

Blaise puts his arm around Theo and smirks at Draco.

D : "Yeah, mate, it's fine."

Hermione twirls in front of the mirror and blows herself a kiss.

She's happy with her choice of dress

It's a blue halter that hugs her curves and rests an inch above her knees.

It was daring and sexy but appropriate.

It requires no bra, the back full open, she pins her hair up into an elegant chignon bun and lets a few wild curls adorn her face.

There is a loud knock on the main door.

Hermione glances at the clock, Malfoy was certainly punctual.

Hermione slipped into the dangerously high heels and prayed to Merlin.

The last thing she wanted to do was fall flat on her arse.

She opens the door and stares at the tall man standing outside nervously, he looks paler than usual.

Draco straightens in what Hermione can only describe as a tailored crisp black suit and tie to match that hugs his body like a glove.

He smiles sheepishly and hands her a large single red rose and expensive box of chocolates.

D : "I hear it's the norm to give these."

Hermione continues staring at the imposing man before her and mumbles.

H : "Thank you, these are lovely."

Draco lets his eyes rove over Hermione.

He compliments without hesitation.

D : "You look....beautiful."

Good manners kick in and Hermione finally finds her voice.

H : "So do you."

Draco laughs.

D: "Ah, I would prefer devilishly handsome but yeah, thanks."

Hermione holds the door open for him to enter.

H : "I'm so sorry, please come in."

Draco steps into the living space and does a quick look around.

D : "Nice place."

Hermione places the box of chocolates and exquisite rose on the table and closes the gap between them.

Draco pulls her close and kisses her fervently.

Fuck, she looks and smells absolutely mind altering.

Draco rasps, his voice forceful and demanding.

D : "What colour are your knickers, Granger?"

Hermione bites Draco's bottom lip.

H : "What makes you think I'm wearing any?"

Holy fuck, blood rushes South and his cock springs to life.

Hermione makes a split second decision.

She takes Draco's hand and leads him into her room.

Draco swallows hard.

Was it go time?

Her room is decorated typically, a shelf full of books take up the wall space to the left, a study table and white cupboard take up the space to the right, a large Gryffindor banner hangs above the bed.

Ah, the bed.

Draco eyes it critically and decides its sturdy enough to withstand his pending actions.

He massages the bridge of his nose.

D : "Umm, as much as I'm going to regret saying the next fews words, but we don't have time to get sidetracked."

Hermione slips off her heels and glances over her bare shoulder.

H : "Fuck the party, Malfoy, I much rather have you."

Draco grins as Hermione releases the clasp that holds her dress together, it falls to the floor and she delicately steps out of it.

She's completely naked and standing before him. It prompts him to act.

Draco tosses his jacket onto the sofa in the corner and works on undoing the buttons on his shirt while closing the gap between them.

Draco pulls Hermione to him roughly and claims her lips hungrily.

D : "You taste sinfully sweet."

Hermione groans.

She pushes his shirt off his firm body and gently brushes her fingertips along his body, up his neck and into his hair.

Grabbing a fistful, she pulls on it.

Fuck...

Draco deepens the kiss, running his insistent tongue across her bottom lip, Hermione moans into his mouth.

Merlin, how he loves the sounds she makes.

It was her tongue that slips into his mouth first and pushes against his, with utter desperation they clung onto each other to satisfy their craving for each other's bodies.

He could feel her nervous rapid heartbeats as he moves his fingers to cup her face, he kisses her deeply, savouring the taste of peppermint.

The small fingers in his hair drop to caress his neck. Tearing himself away from her soft lips, his lips trail a path of fire along her neck.

Draco takes his time to taste Hermione, he sucks on her delicate flesh tantalizingly slowly.

It's no secret that he wanted to sleep with her since first seeing her knickers weeks ago but he was not about to rush it.

Hermione's fingers tremble, as she slowly traces them over Draco's toned body, his muscles rippling in response to her touch.

His body is firm and fit, she supposed it was because of his Quidditch training.

Draco trails kisses down Hermione's sensual body and takes a pebbled rosy nipple in his mouth.

Hermione throws her head back, pushing herself further into Draco and his delicious mouth.

He twirls his tongue around a nipple, feeling the hardened bud against his insistent tongue, before taking it fully in his mouth and sucking on it. Bolts of pleasured electricity shoot through Hermione and her hold on Draco tightens.

Running his tongue back up to her neck, he bites down on her ear lobe and sinks his teeth into her collarbone.

She urges, encourages and surrenders to him completely, it feels good to relinquish control.

Placing firm hands on the cheeks of her arse, Draco lifts Hermione, she wraps her legs around him tightly and holds onto his broad shoulders.

She feels his impressive erection press into her thigh. Draco carries Hermione to the bed and lays her down amidst simple cotton sheets.

The wanting, the need, the fucking tension, he felt since seeing her bloody knickers, grabs him by his very centre and pulls him to her.

It consumes him whole and there is no going back.

Draco growls into Hermione's ear.

D : "Are you sure?"

Hermione replies breathlessly, running her fingers down his back.

H "Yes, very."

Draco kisses her neck, savouring the sweetness so ardently offered. Her skin awakens to his touch, as he places airy kisses down her flat stomach.

Draco gently sucks on the side of her supple waist, leaving his mark. Hermione gasps, her toes curl into the bedding.

He feels her heat the closer he gets to her core.

His breathing hitches and Draco swallows hard as he sees the glistening wetness that he tongued a week ago in the prefects bathroom.

He can hardly resist, Draco runs his tongue slowly down her slit. Hermione's fingers tighten in his hair.

She watches him, he stares back without breaking eye contact.

His gaze shifts, as he moves his tongue expertly inside her pink folds, licking the delicate flesh and swirling his tongue around before sucking on her swollen bud.

Hermione cries out in pleasure but it's short lived, Draco withdraws his tongue and she lets out a pleading whimper.

H : "No, so close..."

Draco smiles against her smooth thigh. He runs his lips along the smooth heated skin of her inner thigh, placing airy kisses that make the skin under tingle and pulsate.

Turning his attention to the other, he relentlessly makes sure no area of her body went untouched.

He inserts a finger into her wetness, she does not expect that.

Her pussy clamps down on his digits and he starts to finger fuck her hard.

Fuck, she was dripping.

Hermione moans aloud at the intrusion but welcomes his fingers working inside of her, one finger becomes two as Draco continues his assault on her cunt.

His erection was getting unbearable, it strains against his trousers, Draco reluctantly gets to his feet.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Hermione, he sucks his fingers clean of her juices, pushes down his trousers and towers over her.

His cock stands at full mast eagerly awaiting it's reward.

A sudden jolt of excitement tears through him.

Hermione moves her arm above her head and gazes at Draco in anticipation.

Her eyes rove over him, they take in his arm muscles, the toned bodyline and his manhood. She spreads her thighs to make room for him.

Draco lowers himself between Hermione's legs and allows her to adjust to his weight.

His lips claim hers once again and her fingers draw patterns on his back and squeeze his firm arse cheeks.

Draco moves his head up to hers and locks eyes with her.

He grabs hold of his throbbing erection and rubs it against her wet entrance.

D : "Does that feel good, darling?"

H : "It feels so good."

Hermione mewls in want and moves her hips in anticipation.

Placing his throbbing erection at her core, Draco pushes in hard.

He wants to see her face when she took him in, he wants to see the intensity and by Merlin, she did not disappoint.

The pleasure was instantaneous, it rips through them, but she remains silent and he panics.

Fuck, did he do something wrong? Is she in pain?

He was used to praise, others were always quick to moan and compliment the second his cock entered their lady garden.

"You feel so good."

"So big, I love how you fill me up."

"I've wanted this for so long."

"Baby, fuck me harder."

But Granger remained silent and unresponsive.

It wasnt a lie that she felt beyond amazing, her cunt closed tightly around his cock and it felt so bloody good.

Draco almost lifts his head to look into Hermione's face when he feels her breath ghost the delicate skin of his ear.

H : "Draco....."

His name, she whispers it almost reverently and he needs nothing else, it meant more than every praise he had ever received.

He groans aloud, completely lost within her.

D : "Fuck Granger, you're so tight."

Hermione can hardly contain herself, she moans loudly, and her fingers dig into his back holding him close.

Draco moves with purpose, building up a beautiful rhythm as every painful inch of him is now buried deep within her.

He quickens the pace and pounds into her relentlessly. He loves how she thrusts into him and matches his movements.

Bending to take a rosy nipple in his mouth, Draco increases the speed while sucking on her aroused little nub.

Oh, she was close, very close. She was squirming at an alarming rate under him.

Her body was so receptive to his touch.

They were bathed in sweat and it dripped down his back and onto her body.

Draco holds Hermione close and thrusts into her mercilessly. The raw sound of flesh hitting flesh, echoes through the confinements of her small bedroom.

Draco was losing control fast, his desire accumulates, ready to spurt forth.

Fuck, she felt glorious.

Hermione whispers urgently.

H : "I'm going to come."

Her hold on him tightens, sharp painted nails dig into his arm and shoulder.

With a loud moan, she falls back against the pillow and her climax tears through her.

H : "Fuck..ahh...oh God, you feel...so damn right."

It has been so long since she experienced anything like this.

Her slick wetness drowns his cock and he slips but he's so hard it hardly matters.

Draco summons his wand and quickly casts a contraceptive charm over Hermione, the small golden orb disappears into her skin.

With one final, hard push, he sheaths his penis deep in her love canal and comes undone.

His release cripples him, and he smothers a deep growl into her mouth.

D : "I will never tire of fucking you, Hermione."

She holds him close to her body, never once letting go, her fingers trails up his back and into his hair.

He spills into her until he is completely and utterly spent. Completely exhausted, he collapses on top of her.

Draco slowly opens his eyes to meet Hermione's fiery brown orbs staring at him full of fire and passion.

Pieces of rogue hair fall onto her face, he brushes away the wild strands to look at her. Reluctantly, he withdraws and moves to the side, she moves closer to him nuzzling into his neck.

Her voice a whisper.

H : "That was..."

His chest heaving, he breathlessly finishes her sentence.

D : "Yeah, I can't find the right words either."

Draco holds on tightly and rasps.

D : "We aren't done, Granger."

Hermione grins mischievously and straddles the gorgeous wizard in her bed.

After he's taken her in every way possible, they cuddle and stare at the ceiling.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming his name, she traces the pinkish healed outline of his sectumsempra scar with the tip of her forefinger.

D : "I guess, I earned the right to fuck the great Miss Hermione Granger."

Hermione giggles

H : "It was the box of chocolates that did it."

Draco let's out a hearty chuckle.

D : "Remind me to thank Theo."

He looks at the large clock and turns to face the naked witch next to him.

D : "Do you think it's too late to head down?"

Hermione shakes her head.

H : "The party isn't over, I'm starving."

Draco pushes himself off the bed, reaches for his trousers and steps into them

Well, guess the deed was done.

Hermione stretches her deliciously sore muscles and gets up.

Draco clears his throat nervously.

D : "Granger, are you busy this weekend?"

Hermione looks around for her discarded dress and mutters.

H : "Not really."

Draco comes closer, cups Hermiones face and stares into her eyes.

D : "Let me take you out, we can go to Hogsmeade."

Hermione gasps mockingly.

H : "Do my ears deceive me? Did The Prince of Slytherin, arrogant pureblood who wished I died, just ask me out?"

Draco fists Hermione's hair and gives it a rough tug.

D : "I'm not that same person, Granger."

Hermione puts her arms around Draco's neck and kisses him passionately.

H : "I know, darling."

He returns her enthusiasm.

D : "How about we give this boyfriend, girlfriend thing a go? Would you be open to that?"

Hermione smiles lovingly.

H : "Yes, you prat, I'd be very open to that."

Draco kisses her knuckles.

D : "Good, that's settled then."

Hermione smirks.

H : "Took you long enough."

Draco sighs.

D : "I'm sorry, love, I'm not all that great with feelings and stuff."

Hermione cups Draco's chin and kisses him.

H : "I know your damaged."

D : "But you still want me."

H : "Go figure, maybe I'm just after a good shag."

Draco kisses the tip of Hermione's nose

D : "It was a bloody fantastic shag."

Draco smacks Hermione's arse and she squeals.

D : "Get ready before I take you to bed again."

The sheets are soiled with their love making.

H : "How can you possibly have the energy?"

Draco shrugs and grins devilishly.

D : "What can I say? The Dragon loves you, Granger."

[liemonyellow]

no salvation for me now

read on ao3

Summary:  Janus isn't having a great day. The others help.

Ships: Platonic DRLAMP

Warnings: Mild swearing

Janus pulled the soft, plush blanket over his head, curling up into a tight ball in the middle of the pile of comforters and stuffed animals he called a bed.

Better. He supposed he could just turn off the AC, but it was too hot even for him, and he preferred covering up in the cold to having to cool himself down when the warmth became too unbearable. It wasn’t like he could crawl out of his own skin, as Remus often suggested.

A stray fabric tentacle from one of his many octopus plushies - all gifts from Remus, and all of which he adored, of course - was digging into his side, its lumpiness an unwelcome sensation keeping him awake when all he wanted was to fall asleep and not wake up for at least a week. The very thought made him want to punch his pillows again; he’d slept quite well the previous few days, so why was he still so fucking tired!?

He knew why.

He hated the reason.

Janus turned over on his other side, yanking the offending plush limb from underneath him and shoving it aside. Reaching for his phone, he checked the time. It was two in the afternoon and he had far too many notifications. Thank the lord for silent mode.

Peeking out from under his blanket, Janus saw strips of yellowish light streaming in through the gaps in his curtains. Normally, he’d be fine napping in broad daylight but right now he wanted darkness. He groaned, and his stomach growled with him.

His attempted nap was officially a lost cause. Dragging himself out of bed, Janus thrust his feet into his slippers and stood, stretching out his arms. He didn’t bother changing into his usual outfit and left his room for the first time that day, ignoring the quaint little color-coded post-it notes the others had left on his door wishing him a nice day or hoping he’d feel better soon or whatever. He was not in the mood for sympathy or socialization right now, even indirectly.

It was even cooler out in the main house, with the AC going full blast to combat the humid heat. The others didn’t have weird issues with temperature like Janus did, and he didn’t begrudge them for it. He could always put on more layers, after all, and the living room had been amassing a rather impressive array of blankets, throws, afghans, and other such sundries for a while now. The twins claimed it was for impromptu blanket fort construction and their subsequent blanket fort pillow wars, but Janus had yet to see any such happenings. It would only be a matter of time, knowing them, but so far Janus was the only one to make any use of the collection at all, and solely for their intended function as warming implements.

As expected, everyone else was in the living room, and they all looked up when he entered. He greeted them with a curt nod before heading straight for the kitchen. No one stopped him, or tried to talk to him. Janus wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He decided he preferred it over the alternative, for now.

Nothing looked appetizing, despite how hungry he was. But he had to eat, so he grabbed a couple slices of sandwich bread and toasted them. He slathered on the butter because fuck it, he wanted to, and scarfed them both down in what had to be less than a second. There. Fed.

Janus grabbed a clean cup from the clean cup cupboard and filled it halfway with water, then drained it in one go. Hydrated. What now?

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, not knowing what to do, for who knew how long. It wasn’t until he heard a small cough that he vacantly turned his head to see Patton giving him a nervous smile.

“Hey, Jan. Everything okay?” he asked, his voice soft. Patton stood just the slightest bit slouched over, either from trying to peek at Janus’ expression or to seem unthreatening. It didn’t really matter which.

Janus shrugged, his eyes returning to stare at the empty countertop.

“Can I touch you? Do you want a hug or something?”

Janus shrugged again, but didn’t jerk away from Patton’s light fingertips on his shoulder like he would have if he were truly averse. Nor did he lean into the touch, as he would have if he were having difficulty asking for it. He honestly just didn’t care.

“Is this okay?”

Janus didn’t feel like answering, but managed a nod. Patton’s hand came to rest fully on his shoulder.

“Why don’t we move into the living room? We can keep quiet if it helps.”

Janus dispassionately followed the guidance of Patton’s hand on his shoulder, staring at the floor as he dragged his feet across it and into the living room. He didn’t really see where he was going, trusting Patton to navigate him safely onto the sofa.

There was murmuring and soft chatter around him as Janus realized Patton had deposited him in the middle of the big couch, and that the others were giving him space to breathe. They were careful not to touch him too much or too firmly, moving slowly and deliberately so they wouldn’t startle him.

Virgil put a hand on his knee, squeezing it gently. Janus turned to look at him, getting a small, encouraging smile in exchange. Janus went back to staring at his knees.

Something soft was draped over his shoulders. Janus sat there, unmoving, as someone tugged it more tightly around him before coming around to sit down on his other side. Logan. He held another, folded-up blanket. He set it aside, in case Janus wanted it later, and held Janus’ hand.

Roman wrapped his arms around Janus’ shoulders from behind him, muttering something softly that Janus didn’t catch. He pressed a kiss into Janus’ hair, then slowly moved away to sit beside Logan, wrapping an arm around him to rest a warm hand on Janus’ shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Remus to get there, though if it did, Janus hardly noticed any time passing. He and Patton had brought them all refills. Janus hadn’t even noticed the untouched, now-tepid mug of hot cocoa set before him on the coffee table until just now, when Remus set another one down for him. Remus spun around to scoop Janus up - very gently, for Remus - and sat down in Janus’ spot, setting Janus down on his lap and cradling him.

After they saw that Janus wasn’t uncomfortable with the new situation, Roman started grumbling about the interruption, only settling down once he re-established contact with Janus. Patton had also somehow squeezed into the narrow space between Virgil and Remus, cuddling Remus’ side, a hand placed comfortingly in the crook of Janus’ elbow. Janus’ legs ended up laid across Patton and Virgil’s laps, and which Virgil immediately claimed with a repeated, soothing caress, though whether for Janus’ sake or because he liked the way the silky fabric felt was up for debate. Virgil would deny both either way, knowing Janus knew the truth.

Surrounded by the people who loved him most, Janus’ eyes drifted closed and he fell asleep, safe at last.

[wamulu-gorillaz]

Hello!! I found your blog a couple days ago and I'm absolutely in love with your writing! Anyways, could we get some headcanons for the gang's reactions to their s/o coming home after they just got beaten up in a fight? Just whichever characters you feel like writing for :3

Thank you so much! It’s always so encouraging to read that people actually like what I write bahaha. This is my first set of full Gangreen Gang headcanons - I hope you like them!

Ace:

He’s concerned when he sees you. Hands on his hips, he lets out a big sigh as his eyes take in the sight

‘Oh boy... I hate t’ see what the other guy looks like...’ - it’s his poor attempt at lightening the situation

He’s secretly yearning to pull you into his arms and to just hold you, but he’s worried he’ll break whatever bones you have left

He’s equally angry, resisting every urge to go out and find the mother hugger who did this to you

He cleans you up ever-so-gently, replacing your tattered clothes with some of his own. For the rest of the night, you’re sat together in bed, cuddling. As you watch Netflix, he’s silently plotting some kind of revenge

Snake:

Is immediately panicking the very second he sees you

Probably overwhelms you with the countless questions and concerns; ‘Are youss okay??’ ‘Whatss happened?!’ ‘Why didn’t youss call me??’ ‘Who didss thisss???’

Checks over your entire body to see the full damage before he  works out what he needs to do

He cleans you up in the kitchen while he makes your favourite meal. Every time he walks past you to get to the stove or the cupboard, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead - or wherever it doesn’t hurt

Over dinner, he lets you speak and tell him what happened. This time, he’s quiet and doesn’t outwardly show his concern. But on the inside, he’s breaking

Arturo:

Doesn’t seem to react in an outwardly emotional way

He takes one look at you and heads to the bathroom to run you a bath. Then comes back out only to take your hand and lead you into the bathroom

He helps you get undressed and into the warm bath. He joins you in the water and he starts cleaning you up

When you’re starting to look like yourself again, he says ‘tell me’ in a firm, but comforting voice, like a concerned mother. He sits there with you in his arms and listens. Just listens. 

Once you’re finished, he doesn’t say much else but he gets you both dry and under some warms blankets for some serious cuddle time. When. you’ve fallen asleep, he texts Ace that they need to make a plan of revenge

Grubber:

He’s unbelievably wild with anger when he sees you. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him so furious, signing to you that he would hunt down the people who did this to you

YOU have to be the one to calm him down, using whatever strength you have left 

He listens to you eventually, and he pulls out a first aid kit and a book to help clean and stitch you up. When it’s all finished, he signs again that he’d like to avenge what happened to you

When you say no again, he seems to give up and orders some pizza instead. He fetches your favourite pyjamas while you wait and then sets the two of you up on the couch

He’s not usually one to watch TV but he puts on your favourite trashy show and wraps his arms around you while you watch. Little do you know that he’s texting the rest of the Gangreen Gang about his plan for revenge

Billy:

Immediately bursts into tears when he sees you

Without thinking, he pulls you into a squeezing hug, which probably causes you a lot of pain 

Pushing through the tears, he sits you down in his favourite beanbag chair and tucks you under a heavy, comforting blanket

Then he surrounds you with ALL the stuffed toys and puts on your favourite tv show while he makes you your favourite warm beverage

As you sip at your beverage and watch your favourite show, he gently cleans you up, still softly sobbing about the fact that someone hurt you

[julyarchives]

Impulsive || (m) Teach Me pt.3

A lot of things go through your head when you think about your relationship with Wooseok, and so you feel very conflicted. You two can’t help but go for each other every time you are together, but where will that lead you two?

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words:  1.9K

→ Contains: Smut; Friends To Lovers; Oral Sex (female recieving); Fingering; Masturbation; 

→ A/n: To celebrate our birthday boy, here’s part 3 of Teach me! You guys seems to like it a lot, so this is coming together as a series, so hopefully we will see more of this cute couple on the future!

→ Index:  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4

Three days went by since your and Wooseok’s meeting in the cupboard under the stairs and your fun together afterward. You did stop by his room after everyone cleared the living room and well, things did get interesting. But since nothing is perfect, especially with him, he had an early morning and the whole week busy so you didn’t get to see him anymore. 

It was a weird feeling for you to actually miss him since all you did was fool around with hands and mouths a couple of times. But he was also your best friend so you missed his company whatsoever. The strange feeling was how missing him now accompanied memories of his mouth and the ways you two pleased each other. You scoffed at yourself and went back to making dinner since you promised you’d make your signature dish for the boys this night. 

The peace and quiet of the house were soon replaced by the loud noises they made as they got inside, all of them passing by the kitchen to greet you and compliment the smell of your food. Thankfully you were finishing it enough to give them time to shower and gather to have dinner. As everyone went to their shared rooms, Wooseok stayed back and awkwardly stood by the door, slightly scratching his neck in embarrassment. 

“So, Y/N… Will… will you stay the night?”, he was blushing and suddenly you felt your cheeks hotter. You wished he was implying something.

“I don’t know yet, maybe”, you smiled and turned back to your food. “Go shower so we can have dinner”, you said firmly. 

You didn’t hear him leaving but you certainly heard everyone coming down for dinner as you finished setting the table. The dinner was light and fun, even if they were all very tired. Their presence was soothing to you who was actually quite lonely at your place when they had to leave for work or worse, touring.

The boys were adamant about cleaning everything up for you and you stayed on the couch trying to hear the conversation, which was not hard since they almost screamed at each other just by talking. Unfortunately for you, that meant that you heard something you truly didn’t want to.

“Soo, Wooseokie, what about that girl you spoke to today”, you heard the leader say.

“What about her?”, he seemed nervous and somehow that made you nervous as well.

“She was pretty cute, wasn’t she?”, leave it to the sleazy maknae to make a comment like that, you almost huffed at Kino from the couch.

“You’re gonna ask her out?”, Shinwon said excitedly and everyone let out an “oooh” sound that made your blood boil. Why do that few days later of shoving you and Wooseok inside the cupboard? 

The subject changed without an answer from him and you promptly shoved the memory of this conversation in the back of your head, you certainly did not want to deal with any sort of feelings now. To your luck, moments later the boys came back after finishing with the kitchen and quickly said their goodbyes to you so they could sleep. You didn’t even bother to say anything directly at your occasional roommate and just announced you’d be by the living room watching a movie. 

Many thoughts and questions filled your head as the house fell silent and the movie started. It was a cheesy rom-com movie and you made your best attempt to focus on it, even if it was on the minimum volume. You’d cringe at every cheesy line, especially the seductive ones, but managed to have fun and forget about that conversation. That was until half of it when the stairs cracked and you jumped up, meeting a doe-eyed Wooseok frozen on it. You smiled and waved, that being the sign for him to come down completely. 

As he went to the kitchen, you followed and closed the door behind you so your voices wouldn’t disturb the guys. You hoped on the counter as he got a few leftovers from dinner and quietly heated it. Your insides were shaking and you could see he seemed torn. The hum from the microwave filled the awkward silence and you felt more and more confused about his actions. When the electronic sounded the finishing alarm it seemed like that was Wooseok’s trigger.

He turned around abruptly and walked towards you with a serious face. You barely had time to react as he held your face with both hands and kissed you hard. Your hands pulled on his shirt and quickly the kiss became open-mouthed and heated, tongues meetings halfway and even some teeth clashing but it was an amazing kiss nonetheless. You remembered his previous reactions and lightly pulled his hair, earning a grunt from him and a very hard grip on your waist. 

The make-out itself was pretty hot to you and soon enough your core felt wet and you felt bothered by how his hands stopped at your waist. His back was a perfect canvas for your nails to claw onto, his thin cotton white shirt making it all too easy. When you parted, you two couldn’t break eye contact and you only did so when he bit his lip slowly, carefully moving you to the edge of the counter and grinding on you just as slowly. You gasped at the feeling and so did he, who wordlessly started to the nib and kiss your neck, hands finally reaching for your thighs.

Your patience was hitting its limits and you whispered a little “please” while placing his hand on your core through your pants. Wooseok moaned at that, caressing you immediately, his mouth now biting your neck. When his other hand squeezed your breast, almost on cue, the microwave hummed loudly as if to remember it was still on. Wooseok jumped back and muttered a few words that sounded like “my food”, getting the plate out of the machine and looking at you, almost lost.

After a few seconds of deliberation, he placed the plate back in the fridge. He smiled at you, almost innocently.

“I guess I don’t need dinner again, right?”, he chuckled.

“Well, since you said so. What do you want for breakfast, baby?”, you said in a mental lapse, thinking too quickly back to the cheesy movie you were watching. 

“…what? Why are you asking me about breakfast at 11 p.m., Y/N?”, the poor guy sounded so confused that you wanted to facepalm yourself but choose to go to the end with the cheesy line and rubbed yourself through your pants, closing your eyes at how good it felt. “Oh”.

You two stared at each other for seconds in silence before bursting out laughing. You jumped out of the counter and he took your hand right away, laughter dying down as he opened the kitchen door and almost dragged you upstairs to his room. When he closed the door, he pulled you close by the waist, one hand caressing your face before kissing you almost tenderly. Your hands caressed his chest and back, stopping at his arms and grabbing them for support as your legs trembled at how intimate it felt.

“Can we go to the bed?”, Wooseok asked uncertainly, almost as if he had never touched you before. 

You nodded and laid down sideways, he was quick to follow, and soon you two were facing each other. The room was almost dark, a faint light making it possible to see him. His hand traced your side gently and your hand caressed his hair, making him close his eyes at the sensation.

“I want to taste you again”, he said in a shaky breath, “it’s all I’ve been thinking about”. 

“Shit”, his eyes were still closed, biting his lip again. You couldn’t stop staring. “Please do”.

Wooseok untangled from you and moved down on the bed to reach you. He pulled your pants and panties too quick and that showed how desperate he was, that thought made you smile even in your current position. The lack of foreplay didn’t even bother you like his kisses and need for you got you wet in no time. The notion of him being this desperate for you and knowing you were the one who guided him in his first time tasting someone made you feel almost smug. It got stronger when you looked down and saw his dark eyes staring at your intimacy with hunger and fingers greedily squeezing your thighs.

The first touch of his tongue on your clit got you moaning and squirming, which encouraged him to keep going even faster, lapping at you with want. His hair felt soft in your hands and with every pull, you vibrated with his moans. It was hot in every sense and you could only take off the rest of your clothes to grab at your breasts yourself, the pleasure being too good. His long fingers found your entrance and with no hesitation, he got two in, not even giving time to adjust before pumping them in and out of you. 

Everything felt too much, his ability to breathe through his nose coming in handy as he ate you out nonstop, and you almost laughed at how you thanked him mentally for being a rapper in your mind. Suddenly, he pulled out, earning a whine from you. Wooseok smirked at that, the puppy eyes now giving room to a very malicious face. He took his shirt off and got up to get the rest off. It was time enough for your fingers to take his place and massage your clit. 

You were close and you knew it but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching your peak. Wooseok grunted at the sight and quickly slapped your hand away and got back to his position, now instead of fingering you, he was pumping his member fast, way too fast. You had to cover your mouth with his pillow in order to not make a sound as he flicked his tongue perfectly, the sounds his hand was making only increased your horny state. A strong wave of pleasure washed through you and you managed to breathe out a few words before biting your lip enough to draw blood.

“Come with me, Wooseok!”, as all you could say and it worked, his movements with his tongue got messier and you felt the bed move with his hips pushing down on it, fucking his own fist and making his own orgasm last. 

You two moved together until it ended, his slender body embracing you quickly and laying his head on the swell of your breasts. He took in a deep breath, making you laugh at how ticklish you felt. Wooseok stared at you with so much intensity that you almost looked away but he didn’t let you as he came down to kiss you once again. You didn’t even mind his mouth and chin covered in your juices as you two made out.

He didn’t have to say anything to you as he got up and took an old shirt of his from the closet and handed it to you. You put it on just as quietly, your mind a storm of feelings and you got comfortable to sleep with him once again. Wooseok was too quiet as he cleaned everything up, including you, very gently, which was out of character, and laying down next to you again. You reached to him and gave him a peck on the lips, watching him smile softly with his eyes closed. Just like that, he was asleep, his tiring agenda getting the best out of him. You went to sleep soon after, after too many thoughts, and the feeling that you were fucked overpowered every other. Well, maybe not how your heart raced when you thought of a certain tall funny boy…

[bugsbucky]

Cotton Clouds

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hiii lovely! Could I kindly request a Bucky x plus!size reader - she is really shy and insecure about her body weight and is more like the chef to the avengers (cooking breakfast and dinner for them and that kind of stuff) she is also being secretly bullied by a lower rank agent and one day the bully shoves her and she falls over, hurting herself and Bucky saw everything and just!! Protective Bucky is my life. Please don't rush! There's no pressure from me 🖤 love you!!

Warnings: Angst, body shaming, insecurities, bullying, asshole agents, protective!Bucky, protective!Steve (kinda), language, broken noses, a little pussy that probably shat his pants, fluff, happy endings.

Word Count: 3,007

Authors Notes: thank you dear anon for sending in this request. I’ve combined this request for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ 24 hour surprise drabble and Summer Loving Challenge and I chose Rooftop bar/restaurant.

If anyone ever makes you feel this shitty, you just tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. Nobody, NOBODY has the right to degrade you for your weight or anything else for that matter. If they are bullying you, it only means there is a problem with their own reflection and it’s not actually you. You’re loved and James Buchanan Barnes loves and worships you so much. 

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Since becoming a part of the Avenger family as their personal cook, you’ve established strong bonds with just about everyone on the team. They accepted you for who you were and never once made a disrespectful comment or snicker about your soft belly or thick thighs. Of course, it didn’t stop you from wishing you had a figure like Nat or Wanda, but the team didn’t make you feel less of a human and despite their kindness, you often still felt out of place and insecure about your weight. The one person who made you feel extra special was Bucky Barnes. During movie nights his fingers would circle your soft waist, his hugs also lasted a lot longer than what was considered necessary. Over time, the two of you became close friends. You ended up developing a small crush on him, imagining yourself waking up in his arms every morning and reminding you just how beautiful you are.

Around them, you were shy and barely spoke a word other than a good morning greeting or an ‘enjoy your meal’ as you dished out their food you had cooked. You were preparing some bacon and toast in the kitchen when James, an agent on the lower rank pranced into the kitchen, puffing his chest out and grinning at your shock of seeing him.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asks and takes a step closer, forcing you to take one step back. Your eyes flicked over his shoulder and saw 3 other of his friends snickering near the doorway.

“S-sure.” your voice croaked, ignoring the splutter from the coffee pot.

“Do you sleep in a bed like a normal human being, or do you sleep on the beach like a whale? I’m not sure where whales your size sleep.” The laughter behind James formed a lump in your throat. 

“Morning folks! Uh James, you’re not supposed to be in here.” Steve walked in with his Captain America suit on and warned. His hands just above his belt as he took the burning bacon off the gas.

“Sorry Captain. Just had to ask Y/N for something.” James winked and smiled innocently at Steve. You never told anyone about the things James would say to you. They were far too embarrassing and you were secretly scared they felt the same way but just didn’t have the heart to say anything.

“No problem. Just don’t let it happen again.” Steve warned as James left, reaching up in the cupboard for a mug. He looks at you briefly, concern washes over his face as he saw you were batting tears away. “Hey are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you did he?” Steve wondered, folding his broad arms across his chest. 

“No no! I’m fine really. Breakfast won’t be too long.” you lied and busied yourself in the kitchen that Tony had put in especially for your needs. 

“Okay well look, if he or anyone is giving you any problems, you come to me alright? We don’t tolerate harassment here.” Steve gave your shoulder a squeeze, the words on the tip of your tongue that this has been going on for months. You want to tell Steve that but you’re hesitant and bite your tongue, just nodding and thanking the captain for caring so much. You quickly pull yourself back together and resume the task of breakfast.

Your hesitancy didn’t go amiss by Steve. He knew you wanted to say something but you were so shy he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He didn’t want you suffering either and since the team were leaving for a one month mission, he chose to ask Bucky to stay behind to keep an eye on things. Since Bucky was sidelined from an injury to his flesh arm, he wouldn’t have gone on this mission anyway.

Once breakfast to the Avengers was served and they were happy, you quickly untied the apron from around your waist and hung it on the hook. The kitchen was cleaned and you headed back to your room for a much needed shower and break. You would normally join the team for breakfast but after the question James asked, you quickly came up with an excuse why you wouldn’t be joining them today.

Your gaze was kept to the floor as you walked and your shoulder bumped into someone else’s. Before you could apologise, an obnoxious laugh pierced your ears. 

“Watch where you’re going you glonk!” It was James and you sighed. 

“Sorry.” you muttered and steadied yourself. Pulling your baggy shirt away from your stomach.

“Wouldn’t bother doing that. Unless you can stick a bag over your head and hide your ugly mug too.” James snickered, encouraged by the roaring laughter of his friends standing behind him, throwing the occasion comment in your face too. 

“I said I was sorry!” hot tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving behind a wet streak in the process. “I’m sorry for everything!” you crumbled under the pressure. Apologising to this asshole for what exactly? For being softer than the other girls who worked in the compound? For being too shy to stand up for yourself? For not being good enough? In truth, you didn’t know why you were apologising. You were doing nothing wrong.

“Apologising won’t mean shit to me!” James taunted walking behind you and giving you a hard shove. You fall forwards, your knees hitting the hard marble floors first. Your hands stop your face from smashing against the floor. 

“HEY!” a loud voice and footsteps echo through the hallway. The friends of James all scattered and ran down the hall as Bucky stalked towards you. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you recognised Bucky’s voice, of course you did. It was your favourite voice in the compound because it belonged to your crush. Bucky was a sweetheart, always making sure you felt better about yourself. He was quiet just like you, but the confidence he would give you made you feel so much better about yourself. Of course, it didn’t work so well since James started bullying you.

You peeked up. Bucky’s nostrils were flared, his jaw clenched and his eyes insanely wide, anger swirling around behind his irises. His metal arm whirring down by his side as he clenched and unclenched his fist. He saw what this jerk had done to you and no woman should be treated like that.

James remained silent, looking like a deer in headlights. Bucky wasn’t impressed by his lack of answers and with his metal arm, shoved James against the wall and his hand wrapped around his throat squeezing his windpipe slightly. 

“You gonna talk now huh? Where have your fucking balls gone?” Bucky spat in his face, his flesh arm in a sling pressed against his chest.

“I- I am sorry!” James was gasping for air and Bucky eased off his throat just a little. 

“How long has this been going on?” Bucky wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

As their confrontation was just getting started, you pushed yourself up off the floor ignoring the aching in your knees as you stood next to Bucky. Your hand on his metal arm to try and diffuse the situation. It was no use, Bucky hated bullies and he wasn’t going to let go of this guy’s throat until he had the answers he was asking.

“HOW LONG?!?!” Bucky roared, saliva spraying James’ face. You have never seen Bucky like this, so enraged and protective. It was almost like something or someone had woken The Winter Soldier up inside of him. 

Bucky liked you a lot. He liked your soft belly,  thick thighs and rosy red cheeks. Your disheveled hair in the mornings and your cooking was absolutely amazing. To him, you were the perfect wife. Without you even knowing, Bucky would often daydream about the two of you living in the country with your children and you baking some homemade pies. The two of you were like the perfect balance in his eyes, you were soft and fluffy and a sweetheart and he was damn sure no man or woman was going to ever hurt you.

“Months.” James gasped out. This angered Bucky more as he growled in his face. 

“Bucky.” your voice was quiet as you pleaded with him, his eyes momentarily flicking down to yours with your soft eyes staring back at him that he loved so much. Bucky released his grip from his throat, but not before punching him square in the nose. The audible crack made you cringe and you brought your hands up to cover your mouth as blood dripped from the obvious broken nose.

“Let me tell you something you little shit. If you EVER approach Y/N again, if you EVER breathe in her direction or lay one dirty finger on her again and I promise you, not only will I break every finger on your hand and your legs but I’ll make sure you’re kicked off the team. Do you understand me you fucking asshole? You touch or speak to her ONE MORE TIME and don’t you dare test my patience.”

“Y-es Sergeant Barnes.” James was full on crying, either from the pain of his nose or the threats Bucky was spewing in his face or the combination of the two, you weren’t sure but as soon as Bucky stepped back and pulled your body close to his, James took off staggering up the hall, occasionally glancing back to make sure the winter soldier wasn’t following him, leaving droplets of blood as a trail.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Bucky’s softer voice took you by surprise. His metal appendages stroked your warm cheeks and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook her head and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. Your knees were badly bruised and he clicked his tongue. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he walked you back to your room in silence. The anger was still radiating off him, just his very heavy breathing filling the silence. His disbelief that any human could hurt you the way James did. If you were not there, he most likely would have ripped him a new asshole. But since you weren’t a fighter, he didn’t want you scared or panicked.

When you eventually got back to your room, Bucky marveled at how beautiful, neat and tidy the space was. Books scattered over a couple of shelves and your computer neatly placed in the middle of a white desk with your pink and white office chair. You reminded him of a fluffy pink cloud with some chunks of marshmallows. 

He loved the aesthetic comfort it provided.

“Wow this is so beautiful.” He complimented as you sat on the end of your bed. You smiled back sheepishly, feeling the warmth of the blush creep back up your neck and cheeks. 

“Thank you.” you sighed. Bucky’s eyes were soft and so blue. You could stare into them for hours.

“You’re welcome doll. He won’t bother you again and if he does, you tell me immediately. I won’t be so kind next time.” 

“I know. I’m just… ashamed.” you dipped your head and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“Doll, let me tell you something.” Bucky sighed as he took a seat next to you, throwing his arm back over your shoulder. Nuzzling your face into the warmth of his chest, breathing in his fresh sandalwood scent. “As a man who grew up in the really old days and a man who was given the best eyesight. I can honestly say, with my hand on my heart that you are really gorgeous, beautiful and so special. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, the fault is with him, not you. Maybe he’s jealous because he doesn’t have killer thighs or something.” you chuckled into his chest, his heart pounding against your ear. 

“You think I’m special?” your question was muffled but he heard you clearly. Your eyes glancing down at his thick thighs.

“Of course I do. You’re the first person I look for when I enter a room doll.” 

“Thank you Bucky. You’re just amazing in every way.” You pulled away with a triumph toothy grin on your face and pink tinted cheeks. 

“Don’t have to keep thankin’ me doll. Though if you really wanna say thanks, accept my invitation and come to dinner with me tonight.” he cocked an eyebrow and your anxiety washed through you. 

“Wh-where?”

“There’s this rooftop restaurant Sam recommended and I really want to go but I don’t want to go alone.” he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the hairs on the back of his neck. “Please?” and out came the puppy eyes. You chuckled and nodded your head.

“Sure. Of course.” Bucky grinned and leaned in and pressed a kiss to your rounded cheek. 

“Thanks doll. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.”

A few hours later

A loud knock - metal on wood sounded at your door and you sighed, checking out your attire for this evening. After hours of wondering what to wear and taking Nat’s advice and smoothed the dress over with your hands, giving one final look in the long mirror. You slipped into your expensive heels and opened the door. You gasped, Bucky was wearing a dark navy sweater with a collar, one arm missing as he kept it under the sweater and dark clad jeans matched with his combat boots. You saw the silver chain shining around his neck and you assumed he was wearing the dog tags he recently retrieved, his hair slicked back into a low bun in the nape of his neck, a day old stubble peppered his chin and cheeks and you were tempted to run your fingertips over the prickly hairs. While you were busy ogling his attire, he was also checking you out. Your choice of dress was gorgeous and it hugged your curves just perfectly, revealing just the right amount of cleavage that Bucky knew he would have a hard time keeping his eyes off during dinner. Your makeup was nothing too crazy, opting for a natural look. 

“Wow doll, you look amazing.” Bucky gulped and shifted on the balls of his feet. 

“You absolutely do too, Buck.” you exchanged a smile and walked down the hall with him, occasionally stealing glances at one another. When the two of you stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, he offered his arm and you gladly took it. 

The restaurant Bucky took you to was absolutely perfect. A single candle in the middle of the 2 seater table with a rose in a vase. Champagne in a bucket of ice. 

“People are staring.” you stated as Bucky pulled your chair out for you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lovingly, causing an eruption of tingles in the pit of your belly.

“Let ‘em stare. Probably just jealous because I’m with the most sexiest woman here.” he spoke nonchalantly. You giggled and hid behind your hands. The city lights illuminated both of your features as you sat and talked about everything and anything that came to mind.

Bucky told you about the new music he was listening to and how he didn’t like it. You laughed and agreed and told him to listen to some 80s with a promise you’ll personally create him a playlist. Bucky told jokes and you laughed heartily. Exchanging flirty glances and smiles every now and then. The one thing that really set your soul on fire was when you caught him glancing at your chest and licking his lips. You were grateful to Nat for the suggestion of a push up bra to push your boobs together and made a mental note to thank her later. 

“I have something for you.” Bucky said, putting down his glass of champagne and reaching into his front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a small black velvet box and put it down in front of you. He laughed at the look on your face. “Don’t worry, it’s not an engagement ring.” he clarified and you blew some air out. Picking up the little black box, you gasped when you flicked the lid open. Wedged between the slit was an expensive looking silver ring with diamonds. 

“Bucky! Oh my god! What is this?” Was he sure it wasn’t an engagement ring? The two of you weren’t even dating, surely he wouldn’t.

“It’s a promise ring. I was going to give it to you on the weekend when I was hoping you’d go to dinner with me when we were alone in the compound but things changed.” his chuckle turned into a smile and you mirrored it.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous!” removing the ring from the box, you slip it onto your finger and it fits like a glove. How he guessed your size was anyone’s guess. 

“Doll. I promise you that I will be here to protect you. Nobody will ever dare speak a bad word to you again. But I also promise to take care of you and make you smile and laugh every single day. I care about you so much and I mean everything I’m saying. If you’ll have me of course.” 

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. He really did mean them. 

“My weight. It really doesn’t bother you?” you bit your lip with your eyebrows raised. 

“No it absolutely doesn’t. And if you’d let me, I’d really like to spend a long time proving it to you that I love you and your body the way it is. I’ve waited a really long time for you doll. So, will you be mine?” 

“Always.” Bucky reached over and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. 

“My doll.”

“My Bucky.” 

“Forever your Bucky, doll. Let’s order dessert then we can go home and have some real dessert.” he winked and you chuckled, dipping your head and blushing for the hundredth time today. 

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