#they’re so funny the bit with the boiled sweet was so insane

[doctorwhommm]

please please for all that is holy consider drawing owen and andy. the best duo toxic yaoi that never interacts in the show but have so much good content in the audios i go RAHHH ty for hearing me out

THE off screen toxic yaoi duo i love the three monkeys hehehe >:)

their interactions in this audio are so insane they rly just flirt for an hour

[captain-yeet]

Rhythm of the Night (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You weren't much of a nightclub girl. After some prodding by your friends, you gave in and decided to give it a shot. At the same time, a vampire had chosen the club you're at as his hunting grounds for the night...

Word count: 2.4k words.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, harrassment, Felix is a h0rny bastard, y'all beware

Author note: I guess I’m back? And with shameless sorta smutty Felix content to boot? Can’t say I’m surprised at myself - the thirst for this man is endless. Anyway, enjoy! I’m back to supply with more hot Volturi guard content.

Loud, blaring music? Check.

Standing awkwardly with a drink in your hand? Check.

Two out of three of your friends ditching you in this too-big-for-it's-own-good club? Double check.

You'd had a long week. Your job was driving you nuts, and things were getting on top of you in a bad way. After visiting you and seeing you curled up on the couch with a distant look in your eyes, your friends had dragged you into your bedroom, gotten you looking like a full snack and dragged your ass to a nightclub.

A nightclub, you mentally sighed, the lights flashing distracting you. It HAD to be a nightclub. I better not regret this.

"Come on, Y/N, loosen up!" Your friend next to you whined, a playful grin on their face.

"I've never been to one of these places before," you admitted loudly, your voice barely audible even with shouting.

Shaking their head, your remaining friend laughed. "Come, trust me."

Taking the drink from your clammy hand and setting it aside on a random surface, they pulled you into the fray of people dancing. A new song had begun and the excited cheers of the crowd were almost as loud as the song itself.

Leaning in, you heard your friend say, "Just follow my lead and have fun your way!"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and began swaying to the music along with your friend.

Entering the human infested club, Felix groaned internally. Demetri, because of course he would, suggested that he try and find a meal at the nearest nightclub in their vicinity.

"Lots of humans, especially ones who expect to have a fun night out!" Demetri had said casually, "just use your charm and lure one out."

Some days, I really do hate that man, Felix grumbled internally as the humid air and the scent of drunk people hit his face as he neared the sea of dancers. Scanning the faces and the scents of the crowd, he searched for his meal.

Demetri wasn't wrong; one of the best places to hunt were in fact nightclubs, along with dingy alleys in busy cities, hiking trails... and if you were desperate enough even regular old bars in cozy towns.

He wasn't desperate enough to risk his neck picking off a local from a bar. Too many people who know each other personally in bars. Nightclubs will do for the night.

Felix zeroed in on a potential victim; a random young man dancing with a girl and another man suggestively in the fray. He had no issue turning on his charm for the same sex - at the end of the day, they're all the same. All food.

A focused look on his face, he began to approach the man.

Midway through navigating the dancing humans, his hunt was interrupted by a body being shoved into him and a loud yell of "I said don't fucking touch me!"

Blinking, Felix's dark eyes darted from the person who was shoved into him and the one who shoved said person. A woman stood in front of him, glaring at their assailant with a mix of fury and fear rolled into one unfocused stare.

"... Just a friendly touch bitch, geez." the assailant grumbled, inaudible to human ears, but Felix just managed to catch it.

The woman's eyes shifted up to him. The wind felt like it'd been knocked out of him both by her scent as he paid more attention to her, and her mere presence itself. It was captivating, alluring even. Like a lasso had been thrown over him and was tugging him forward towards her.

She was captivating.

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You found yourself staring at the absurdly tall man in front of you like an idiot. Out of all the times you had to find yourself stunned speechless by how handsome someone was, your subconscious picked a brilliant time to do so.

Handsome was an understatement, you thought hazily.

Almost forgetting the man who had put his hands on you without your consent, you shook your head and backed away quickly. Don't be creepy, don't be creepy, don't be creepy by staring at the hot guy, you chanted internally.

Pushing through the crowd again, you searched for any of your friend's faces. Tonight was taking a weird turn and you just wanted to forget the weird shit.

After what felt like a millennia, your anxiety fueled by the bone rattling bass of the music that vibrated through your body and the club itself, you found the friend that stood with you when the others had ditched.

They took one look at your expression and a look of concern lit their eyes. "You okay?" they mouthed, gently reaching out and rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Nodding shakily, you gave a weak smile. "Got lost," you mouthed back.

Half an hour later and with a bit of booze in your system, you finally let loose. You were still upset about the guy touching you but you pushed it to the back of your mind for now; this would be the first and last time you go clubbing, you thought.

Dancing with your friend, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm of the song that was playing, giggling all the way.

"Hey, Y/N!" You heard your friend call. Opening your eyes, they motioned off to the side with a devilish grin. "You've got an admirer!"

Following her gaze, you searched until you spotted who they were talking about, and promptly felt the blood in your cheeks boil from more than just being tipsy.

It was the insanely tall hot guy from earlier.

And he was looking directly at you.

"Aw man, what do I doooooo?" You whined loudly, desperately looking at your friend for help.

"What do you mean?" they replied, laughing.

You leaned in closer so they could hear you better. "He's too pretty for me," you hissed. You quickly sneaked another glance at him and... he was laughing?

Oh god is my mere appearance that funny? You thought to yourself.

"Why don't you go find out?" Your friend whispered back, giggling. “Or better yet, let’s tease him!”

Go find out? Are they mad? What if he rejects me and I have to live with being rejected by a ethereal-looking hot person? What if they don't?

Wait, tease how-?

Your friend suddenly grabbed your hips and the dance turned very sexual in nature. Catching along to their plan, you grinned, albeit a little manically due to pure anxiety, and matched your friend’s suggestiveness.

 “Oh yeah, it’s working,” they whispered in your ear. “Look.”

Turning your body away from your friend to allow them to grind behind you as your hips swayed in sync to the rhythm of the song playing, you felt very satisfied when you saw the handsome man staring straight at you like a rabbit in headlights.

Damn, it worked!

At your smug grin, the man straightened up out of his daze with a dark look in his eyes.

 “I think he wants youuuuu,” your friend cooed in your ear.

To hit the final nail in your coffin, he lifted one of his hands palm up, curling four fingers with a smirk on his face. He was calling you over.

Your heart leaped out of your chest. This is fine.

Taking a deep breath and deciding "Fuck it", you made your way over to the ridiculously tall hot man, not before finishing a shot your friend had placed in your hand from who-knows-where. You silently thanked them for the extra liquid courage. Weaving through the crowd, you tried to steady your ever-growing nerves as you got closer to the mysterious stranger.

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“What do I dooooo?” the pretty young lady whined to her friend, prompting her friend to ask her why. “He’s too pretty for me,” she hissed, barely audible over the bass of the music.

Felix laughed obnoxiously at her distress. The sight of her pretty eyes going wide when he beckoned her to him was one thing, but “He’s too pretty for me” sent him off the edge into a fit of amused almost-hysterical laughter.

Get a handle on yourself, he chided himself. Quickly as he lost his composure he regained it, waiting for the human’s decision, a little smidge of anxiety rising in his chest. What if she decides not to come over? Then my chances with the little human are blown.

The thought made his mind short-circuit. I referred to her as if she was mine...

There wasn’t time to ponder it further thought; as his train of thought refocused on his surroundings as she did something very unexpected.

Her friend whispered something into her ear and before he knew it he was watching her dance very suggestively in front of him. They teamed up to taunt him.

And it was working. Felix almost completely forgot about his thirst for blood as pure lust took over his senses. Oh she’s going to be the death of me, he groaned internally, his eyes trained on every motion her body made. Felix’s thoughts quickly and shameless went into the gutter as he began picturing how’d she feel dancing like that against him... and on his lap... and also what he’d do in retaliation to the teasing.

Her friend whispered something else into her ear, the snake to his sweet Eve in the garden, and they both turned to look at him. Backing away from her friend, the woman took a deep breath and he could hear her growl the words “Fuck it,” downing a shot handed to her by her friend before beginning to stride over toward him.

Standing up a little straighter, he tried to turn off the very dirty thoughts running laps in his mind as she came closer. He wanted this to succeed, after all. A small polite smile crept onto his face as the pretty lady appeared before him.

 “Hi,” she greeted him wearing a nervous smile, a different persona standing before him from the seductress that taunted him on the dancefloor.

Felix grinned, turning on the full power of his charm on the helpless girl. “I uh, couldn’t help but recognize you from earlier, how are you feeling after that earlier incident?”

She froze at the pet name, then her pretty eyes narrowed as she was trying to recall the events in her drunken state. When it clicked they widened. “Right! Yeah... that wasn’t very fun.” Pausing a moment, she stared at Felix’s chest, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. “Thank you for stepping in. Really, I appreciate it.”

This poor sweet thing, Felix thought to himself, completely enamored. She goes from being loud and unaware of how loud she’s being with her friend to shy and bashful trying to talk to me.

 “Make a move, idiota,” Demetri’s voice chimed in, putting extra emphasis on the last mocking word; where exactly he was Felix had no idea, but, with his old friend taunting him from the shadows, he decided it was now or never.

 Felix ducked down and leaned in closer to Y/N’s face, speaking clearly in her ear. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” 

Y/N’s heart hammered away frantically even before he finished asking; most likely due to how close he now was to her, Felix concluded, but he’d like to think it was also due to some level of mutual attraction. 

He hoped, anyway.

 “It’s Y/N,” she answered, subconsciously turning her head a little toward Felix’s face.

 ���Well Y/N, it was my pleasure to keep creepy assholes off you.”

Oh dear lord why did I say it like that? He chided himself internally, cringing after the sentence left his mouth. I might as well have said “thanks for being harassed, sexy.”

Over the heavy bass of the club’s music, Demetri’s cackling laughter further teased Felix.

To his surprise - and safe to say Demetri’s, from wherever he was lurking and watching this unfold - Y/N giggled, the melodic sound growing in volume till it became an obnoxious booming laugh of her own. Pulling back to stand at his full height again, Felix looked at Y/N like she’d grown two heads.

 “Well, please feel free to keep more creeps away from me in the future,” she said casually, like Felix hadn’t said something awkward. “Mind telling me your name?”

Blinking a couple times just to compose himself - and keep up the “human” appearance - he grinned back at her. “Felix.”

Y/N matched Felix’s grin with one of her own, and from that moment Felix knew he was hooked on her. He was so absorbed by her smile that he didn’t notice her pulling out her phone. 

 “Gimme your phone,” she commanded, a playful glint in her eyes. “and make sure it’s unlocked.”

Curious at what this strange woman would do next, Felix reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it as she commanded. He held out his phone and she took it from his hand, a small shocked gasp leaving her lips as her warm skin made contact with his icy skin.

 “May I ask what you’re doing?” he asked, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched her fingers tap away on the phone screen.

 “Going through your nudes,” she commented in a monotone voice, her full drunken concentration solely on his phone. 

 “Is that so?” he chuckled dryly, raising his eyebrows at the crassness. 

She looked up once, with a small smirk, and then with a final tap to the phone screen, handed his phone back to him. “Normally I don’t do this but I like you, and I just put my number in your phone.”

She said it so casually, but her heart steadily hammering away in the same, frantic pace it was when he leaned in earlier was a giveaway to Felix that Y/N was nervous.

She’s... giving me her number. Wow.

Amazed and elated, Felix’s grin could have cracked his face with how wide he was smiling. “I’ll be in touch for sure, Y/N,” he replied, enjoying his her name felt leaving his mouth.

With a playful smile and a blush growing steadily on her cheeks, Y/N backed away from Felix in the direction of her friend. “I’ll see you around then!” she called out over the music, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so hard. 

In that moment, Felix could care less about how much of a dumb ass he felt like earlier for his blunder of a pick up line, his still budding thirst or his friend’s smug comment of “Well played,” faintly reaching his ears. He’d endure the torment from Demetri’s teasing later. 

Right now, he was staring at a drunken angel that would be his entire future, and she was none the wiser tot he fact that with by some liquid courage she had stolen this centuries-old man’s heart in it’s entirety.

[themadauthorshatter]

More HTF Headcanons!!!

When he gained unnecessary weight, Diso Bear turned to Flippy for help, as Flippy was a part for the army, and Flippy accepted, because DB's whole aesthetic made him laugh.

After a day, which left Flippy just about normal and DB sweating and dry heaving, both somewhat agreed that maybe Flippy wasn't the best health instructor; running for a mile is not a warm up.

Flippy does listen to ASMR, he just has a problem with some some roleplays and eating ASMR videos.

Splendid is a terrible superhero, but is still a good guy.

Flaky tried cutting her quills to not prick anything or anyone. Spoiler alert: It didn't work. At all.

Handy and Flippy hang out a lot. Their version of a high five is bumping wrists/elbows(wherever Handy lost his hands).

Don't ask Handy how he lost his hands. He'll tell you to ask Lumpy.

Don't ask Lumpy how Handy lost his hands. He doesn't remember.

Lammy and Flaky get along. They're only on a talking basis, but are friendly with each other.

Flippy is allergic to venison(deer). It makes his skin breakout into hives and hurts his stomach to the point he throws up. It was even worse when he added a bunch of spices in order to block the venison.

Sniffles is took smart for his own good, and often forgets to use common sense because, for him, it's big brain time all the time.

Cuddles accidentally scared Flippy once and got thrown jiu-jitsu style for it, as in a panicked Flippy chucked him a good 20 to 30 feet. Cuddles laughed about it, because while he knew Flippy was strong, he didn't think he was THAT strong, but that didn't stop Flippy from apologizing.

Flaky's really good at hide and seek... as long as you don't follow the trail on dandruff😅

Flippy and Nutty tried having a debate, but it quickly dissolved into a fist fight. It took a lot of people to pull the two off each other, and the two argued about who won the fight before they were forced to call it a draw becore someone called to police.

Remember how Flippy got hit by a truck after he got over his trauma? Well, when he came back, he was so pissed that he sat in the woods and glared at a tree he didn't like. Cuddles, Flaky, Petunia, and Giggles joined him, all sourfaced and disappointed in Lumpy.

They all looked at each other and laughed their asses off, though, because they thought it was funny to see how they looked.

Flippy is a terrible chef. He's used to rations, a quick meal(because there could be a battle going on and you need to be alert), and on the Alex Honnald diet of taking random things and cooking them in a pan for a meal or quick snack.

When it came time to release the soldiers from service, a test was conducted to make sure they'd be okay. Many failed and stayed behind to stem their instincts and some passed with flying colors. Guess which one Flippy was.

Flippy's pill aren't enough to stem his instincts, and it does not help that Lumpy was useless.

When the carnival's open, Flippy and Flaky work there for money(they need to eat) and exposure therapy, and they get to go on the rides and play games for free.

While Flaky worked at the dunk tank, Flippy said, 'hi' and checked on her, because she looked insanely nervous. Turns out she didn't bring her swimsuit and doesn't want to get wet because she didn't bring a towel either; she slept in. It was hot out, and Flippy was boiling, because he usually wears his army coat, so he, out of a shred of annoyance, made her fall in the tank. Flaky called him an ass, but Flippy made it up to get by getting her swimsuit, a towel, and saying they can swap.

Flippy always wears his army 'jacket' because it's comfortable; he likes the weight of it. He has let Flaky borrow it befire she told him to take it back and just carry her, because she cannot walk with half her weight on her back and shoulders.

There are instances where Flippy doesn't wear his coat, and he's more far off and instead wears noise canceling headphones.

As a surprise, Giggles and Flippy got gnome things for Flaky. Flippy got her a giant gnome plush, one almost as big as her, and Giggles for her a gnome keychain, one that fit in her hands and worked as a fidget, and for when she couldn't take the gnome plush out of the house.

They high fived when they saw her reaction.

Flaky has tried anti-anxiety pills. It did not end well.

Contrary to what Nutty thinks, Flippy DOES like sweets, he just doesn't eat them that much because he likes to be in shape; it's comfortable.

Cuddles once had to spend the night at Flippy's because he lost the keys to his house and Giggles was out of town. He learned that Flippy not only usually sleeps on the couch, but doesn't sleep that much in the first place. And learned first hand that Flippy's specialty is an omelet, when it comes to food.

Flippy is kind of an insomniac. He can't tell if he doesn't want to avoid nightmares or if it's because he just likes to stay up because of how quiet it is.

That night at Flippy's was, honestly, the most peaceful for both. They watched the stars, sat in quiet, and just had small conversations.

Does Flippy miss the war? No. Does he miss serving to protect everyone? A little bit. Does he miss being a part of something bigger than himself? Absolutely. Was it all worth it? Yes and no. Would he go back and do it all again, including seeing his friends and comrades die, if given the chance? NO.

He wouldn't go back, anyway; he'd have to make sure Cuddles, Giggles, and Flaky didn't smuggle themselves into his luggage to follow him, and it wouldn't be worth going back, at that point, after seeing them.

Surprisingly, Giggles used to try dating Flippy. She stopped when they tried to be 'intimate😉,' and it got to be took awkward and they ended up just watching Star Trek.

Petunia has better luck with dating Flippy. She turned to Flaky for any useful info, first, like what scents not to wear, how 'fast' she should go, thungs she should be careful with concerning what she says or any sounds that are made around her house, etc.

Flaky asked what kind of lightswitches she had, amd Petunia admitted she had those adjustable and Flaky knew Flippy was going to fall in love with this girl.

I'll focus more on our main 5 in another post.

WHICH WILL BE FREE FOR EVERYONE TO USE BECAUSE I'M NOT PETTY ENOUGH TO ILLEGALLY MONETIZE MY FAN-STUFF FOR OTHER FANS!!!!!

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 1

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A/n: hello peoples!! I’m so excited to FINALLY post the first chapter of this fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a long time, and after a few unpleasant delays, it’s finally happening 😁. While this isn’t my first fic, this is my first NHL fic, and the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m a little nervous. This first chapter is mostly the set up to the main story, this is reader’s side of things with a flashback story. Chapter two will be mostly from Elias’s point of view. The rest of the chapters will switch back and fourth between the two.

CREDIT: Finally, before we get started I have to shout out my proofreaders. Y’all put up with me and my insanity: @siriushxney @iateyourdonuts @petey-patty @hufflepuff-girlx @cherrylita @immmbabyyygraceee @💕💕And specifically @imagines-r-s ASH!!! Babes, you have been the best and most supportive friend I could’ve asked for during this. You boosted my confidence about this fic and I have no idea what I’d do without you 😁😁

Without further ado, let’s get started shall we!! (Sorry for the long A/N, it’ll only be for this first chapter)

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, friends with benefits but like...just cuddling???, references to iCarly, mentions of One Tree Hill.

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: (i suggest having these ready before you read)

Y/C/N/N= your cute nick name, only Markstrom calls you it (you’ll see why) this can be either a pet name you like, or a nick name you already have.

Y/N/N= your nick name, Brock, Quinn, and a few others call you this, it’s more of a playful name. Again, this can be a nickname you already have (if you don’t have one I suggest something stupid (sounds like something Stech or Brock would come up with)

Y/N= this is your first name, only Elias calls you this unless it’s a serious situation, or you’re in trouble, or Brock is being an ass. (If it wasn’t clear before...your last name is Boeser)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you have a hardcore crush on your brothers best friend, who also happens to barely speak to you...it’s a slight predicament.

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(This is set in the 2021 season, however, because of my denial, Marky and Stech are still in Vancouver and were never traded... also no Covid. however the season was still delayed just to make it easier to follow.)

Present (Feb. 2021)

You’ve always been best friends with your older brother, you never had any real issues when you were younger and you were inseparable. So much so in fact, that once you graduated early a little less than two years ago (June 2019), he asked you to move to Vancouver and live with him. He was always so protective of you and you appreciated everything he has done in your life. One of the best parts about Brock being your older brother was the people he introduced to you. You aren’t very social and god knows how much of a people person your brother is. Once you had moved in, Brock quickly introduced you to the team. And with your double major in Statistics: Data Sciences and Sports Management, you were able to secure a job with the team. Quickly, you found yourself with a second family, one with many members.

Quinn Hughes is your best friend. when you met him about a year and a half ago, you hit it off immediately. With both of you being the same age and not very social, there was an obvious connection there. When Brock and The boys  go out, it is you and Quinn who stay in and watch shows on the couch (your favorite being New Girl). Huggy Bear is so sweet and you tell him EVERYTHING, even things you’d never tell your brother. You are still thanking the draft lottery every day that the Canucks received the 7th overall pick that gave you your bestie.

Thatcher Demko AKA Dems AKA Thatch AKA baby goalie is the sweetest and most hilarious guy you know. He is always looking after you just like Brock, but he is also one of the most annoying guys you know. When you’d first met you had the biggest crush on him. You told Quinn as much and he gave you so much shit for it. That crush was short-lived though, once you found out how obnoxious he could be. You still love him, just as a friend. Though Quinn never forgets to remind you of the crush that once was.

Bo Horvat is like another big brother to you. Sure you have Brock, but he’s your best friend. Bo, however, is the person you go to when you needed advice. Holly is one of the only WAGs you’ve become close with. She and you consistently have wine and gossip nights, of which Quinn is sometimes in attendance. Plus, you and Quinn are an amazing babysitting team for Gunnar if you have anything to say about it. 

Troy Stecher is the annoying older brother you never had. He always makes fun of you, calls you names, and bullies you in the loving way brothers do. And he never hesitates to come to you if he ever needs girl advice, which seems to happen a lot.

JT was just like Bo, except he is waaay more protective of you, maybe even a bit more than brock. He doesn’t have a sister and when you met, he made it his job to never see you get hurt. Seriously, one day a guy was bugging you at the bar, and both Brock and Bo were struggling to hold him back when he saw him slap you on the ass as you walked away. 

Jacob Markstrom, AKA Marky, AKA Giraffe (pronounced like it is in one of your favorite vines), AKA your cuddle buddy for the past few seasons. Both being single, you felt lonely sometimes and Quinn wasn’t much of a hugger (despite what the nickname might have you believe). Thatcher had offered but Marky, though just as social, is much more laid back. It also helps that he is 6’6 putting him over a foot taller than you. So during movie nights, or late nights at the bar, he is the side you lean on. Of course, you made it abundantly clear to most of the boys and yourselves that you were just friends. As sweet as he was and as great of a boyfriend as he would’ve been, he wasn’t quite your type and your personalities clashed.

Then there was Elias Pettersson, the tall, skinny, Swedish guy you knew as Petey. The guy who looked at you often and barely spoke a word directed towards you. He was Brock's best friend and he came over all the time, you didn’t have an issue with him, and you couldn’t deny he was funny, and from what you’ve heard he is a very kind person. So naturally, he was exactly your type. You’ve had a massive crush on him for a while now, somehow despite the lack of conversation. And the few times he has talked to you, he’s seemed so perfect, but there are only a few times you can remember. 

Right now, as you're on your way to the Canuck’s break room your brother texted you to meet him in, you try to recall those few times, specifically the one where your crush on him truly developed.

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FLASHBACK (some time in January, 2020)

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You, Quinn, and Jacob were laying on the L-shaped couch in ‘The Boeser apartment’, you were cuddled under the blanket with Jacob, laying on the section perpendicular to the TV, your heads at the corner. Quinn was on the other side of the couch, his head right next to yours. it was about 7 o’clock and the episode of One Tree Hill you were watching had just ended and you three had not eaten dinner yet. As the countdown for the next episode started, your stomach growled and you got a look from Quinn and a giggle from Jacob. 

“You hungry Y/C/N/N?” Jacob asked.

You looked up at him and giggled, “maybe just a little bit.”

“Y/N/N, you know what sounds amazing?” Quinn asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to each other and you both smirked knowing you were thinking the same thing.

“Spaghetti tacos!!” You both said. 

Ever since you were about 10 and you watched iCarly on TV, you had always wanted to try them. It had become an inside joke between you and Quinn for quite some time as he had the same desire as you to see how good they actually were.

“We should totally try them tonight!!” Quinn was quite excited.

“I’m so confused right now,” Jacob chimed in.

“They’re from a show! They take spaghetti and put it in taco shells,” you explained.

“Ahh, hence the name.” he nodded.

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

You jumped up from the couch excitedly and ran straight to your kitchen.

“Ok, we have spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, taco shells, aaaand..... by chance do either of you know how to make good meatballs?”

“You’re asking the Swedish guy if he knows how to make meatballs?” Jacob replied.

“Not Swedish meatballs, Italian, stupid Giraffe,” you retorted. 

“Gross,” he said with a disgusted look.

“Ooo my mom made the best Italian meatballs, let me call her to see if she can send me the recipe!” Quinn said with a big smile.

Quinn exited the kitchen and ran to your room to call his mom. 

“You know, I’ve never seen him so excited about anything,” Marky said with a laugh. 

“Quinn loves his food,” you replied.

“Are Brock and Thatch having dinner with us ?”

“I’ll ask.”

You started boiling the water for the pasta, and you cooked part of the ground beef for the meat sauce. Then you texted Brock:

Y/N/N: hey, you want me to make you dinner

Brock: Yeah, who all is there?

Y/N/N: the usual

Brock: Huggy and Marky?

Y/N/N: yep, so do you want some?

Brock: Yeah, and make enough for another person too

Y/N/N: ok

You figured it was Dems since that’s who he went to hang out with when he left 5 hours ago. 

You continued to cook when Quinn came in and grabbed a bunch of stuff from the pantry and cabinets. “Did your mom tell you how to make them?” you questioned your frantic best friend.

“Yes she did and she sent me the recipe too.”

“Coolio,” you reply.

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You were almost done cooking, the pasta was done, Quinn had put his meatballs in the oven and there were only 5 minutes left on the timer. And the sauce had about 2 minutes to simmer.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot what to do when they're almost done, she does this thing, I have to call her,” Quinn said with a panicked look on his face. He ran back to your room.

The front door to your apartment opened quickly, both boys laughing, “ahh, shit,  my brother’s calling me,” Brock said as he ran back to his room.

“Why does everyone feel the need to exit the room for phone calls?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged with a giggle, “I don't know, maybe they don’t trust us,” he said in a sarcastically dramatic tone grasping his chest.

The door closed slowly and you glanced at the doorway where you thought you’d see the ever adorable goalie, Thatcher Demko, instead, you saw the adorable, slender, tall blonde you’d seen all the time, but never had a one on one interaction with... except the first time you met, when he told you that you looked pretty.

“Hi, Petey!” Jacob said as he slipped behind you to watch you mix the sauce, he stood over you looking at the sauce and put his hand on your waist.

“Hi,” he replied, his smile from before had faded.

“Looks so good Y/C/N/N,” Jacob said with a kiss on your cheek, a regular action. 

“Thanks, Giraffe, can you grab the taco shells?”

He grabbed them easily from the top shelf (tall ass bitch -_-), and moved behind you, placing his hands on your waist yet again, to move you to the side. “I've gotta run to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back”

“Ok, you have fun with that,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly, was only you and Elias in the room, and the silence was deafening.

“So what are we eating?” he said, pulling your attention to his bright blue eyes.

“Um, spaghetti tacos, they're from a tv sho-”

“Like from iCarly?” he interrupted.

“...Uh yeah? How'd you know?” you couldnt pull your attention away from his eyes, ‘they are just so beautiful,’ you thought somehow you hadnt noticed this within the on and a half years you’d known him.

“We also get Nickelodeon, you know,” he said while throwing you a smirk that made your stomach flip. 

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you replied, feeling just a little embarrassed. 

“iCarly was my favorite, actually.” 

“Yeah, it was mine too,” you said, smiling back, looking at the way he just lit up your kitchen with his presence.

You both stood there for a second just looking at the other, “So how long have-,” he started.

“OKAY,” Quinn unknowingly interrupted, “so she told me what to do, turns out I have to put sauce over them for the last 2 minutes, so Y/N/N can you just put a tablespoon of sauce on each ball then put them back in for two minutes?” 

“Yeah of course. Elias, you were saying?” you looked back at the Swede.

“Oh it's nothing,” he looked down at his shoes. 

“Ok, Y/N/N you need to call mom and tell her we’re fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us please, Paul says she’s stressing,” Brock said as he entered the room.

“When is she not stressing about us? I’ll call her after dinner, how's dad?”

“Doin’ good, nothing has changed or progressed or whatever since we were home last,” Brock moved and sat on the couch letting out a big sigh.

“That’s good,” you let out a sigh.

“Petey, come here, we’re watching Gossip Girl” Brock shouted at the Swede.

“Ooo what episode are you guys on?” you asked. Brock had mentioned how he was making him watch the show you two had watched about 5 times together. 

“Just after Chuck gets Dan kidnapped at Yale.” 

“Oh so you still hate Chuck?” you asked Elias.

“Ew, yeah...wait is that gonna change?” Petey said with a scoff.

“Uh....,” you stalled.

“Y/N shut up, don't spoil it,” Brock interrupted before you could make it worse.

“Ok well, dinner is ready so just start the show after and we can all watch it together.”

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“Oh my god, these are actually amazing,” Quinn said with his mouth full.

“I know, I did not think this was gonna taste good,” Jacob added.

“Hey!” you said, offended.

“Y/C/N/N, you know I love your cooking, it was the idea of the meal that I doubted,” Jacob said leaning into your side and putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmhmm, suuure,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hallå Marky, ni två är söta (hey Marky, you two are cute),” Petey said, confusing you, Quinn and Brock with the sudden change in language.

Jacob, being oblivious to what Petey was implying, just said, “tack broder (thanks, bro).”

Little did you know what was going on in Elias’s head.

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PRESENT

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Before that night, you never really thought of Elias in a romantic way. You'd been around him quite a lot, seeing as how, seemingly, is in your apartment more than his own. Sure, you knew he was cute and very sweet from what you'd seen, but up until that point, you'd never had a one-on-one interaction with him. That interaction, however small, was the beginning of an obsessive crush. Quinn was the first to point it out, you started listening closely any time he talked, attempting to converse with him, and thinking about him on a daily basis even when you didn't see him. And due to your stubbornness, no matter how unrequited your crush seemed, it never faltered. You had always thought he hated you, or maybe he just tolerated you because you were Brock’s sister, and you were always around. 

However, that couldn't be farther from the truth.

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Tag list: @calgarycanuck @suffering-canucks-fan

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Lollipop Part 2

Read First Part Here

Taglist @restfromthestreets​ @riha-noona​ @silirial

Warnings: some angst and Jimin being a sweet boy, Y/n being big mad and a big fat liar

Word Count: 1320

You think about maybe climbing out the fire escape when Jimin knocks on your door two days later, after you'd ignored his texts and calls.

"Lollipop, I know you're in there. I have a key, you know."

You sigh and open the door.

"What's up, Jiminie?" You say weakly when you see his furious face.

He slips past you into your apartment. "What's up? What's up is that you can't ignore me like this, Y/n! Best friend rule #11: we don't ignore each other, ever."

You roll your eyes. "We don't even have best friend rules."

"We do now!" He runs a hand through his hair.

You can't help smirking a little. "What are the other ten rules, then?"

"I don't know yet," he grumbles. "But one of them is definitely 'must tell best friend all details about potential dates.'"

You raise an eyebrow. "You still want details if they're actual instead of potential?"

You're not sure why you're saying this, but something about Jimin finally being the one frustrated and irritable over you really appeals to you. After all, you'd been dealing with that with a string of girls for years.

Jimin rolls his head on his shoulders, bouncing on his heels a bit. "You had an actual date?"

You look at him, how his mouth has gone pouty, dark eyes flashing, and you can't help the thrill it sends down your spine.

"I did," you lie.

Jimin huffs out a breath. "With who?"

"You don't know him." You mutter.

He takes a few steps toward you. "I said it's a rule. Details." He says through gritted teeth.

"Uh…" you panic, trying to come up with anything. "He took me to the park. A picnic. It was nice."

"Did he kiss you after?" You wonder if his teeth ache, his jaw is clenched so hard.

"Y-yeah," you stutter, and Jimin swallows hard.

"What else?"

"Wh-what do you mean, what else?"

Jimin lets out another breath, slower this time. "Did he take you home?"

"Not here. His place," you babble, having no idea where this is going.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them again.

"How was it?" His voice has gone low and gruff, and he's almost glaring at you.

You think about all the stories he's told you, all the filthy things you'd had to listen to, half turned on and half sick with jealousy.

"Amazing," you say, sticking your chin out almost defiantly. "He couldn't wait to get me to the bedroom. Bent me over the couch arm in his living room."

"O-oh?" Jimin plops down on the couch and runs a hand down his face, not looking at you.

"You wanna know more? Like how he went down on me after, made me cum-"

Jimin holds up a hand. "Nope!" He almost shouts. "Nope, that's enough detail." He covers his face with his hands, head against the back of the couch.

"Funny, thought you might want even more detail. You always give me so much."

"New rule," he says, not moving his hands.

"Yeah?"

"Next time I ask for details, don't give them to me."

You laugh a little. "Why not? You made the rules."

"Because I hate it." He moves his hands. "I hate it, it makes me want to vomit."

"Jesus, Jimin. Am I that revolting?"

Jimin scoffs. "Of course not. Of course not, I just...fuck, I'm jealous."

Your heart skips a beat. "You're... you're jealous?"

He huffs out a breath. "Crazy jealous. ‘Wanna get his name and roundhouse kick him in the face’ jealous."

“Because you’re my best friend and he’s taking my time away?” You ask, trying to slow down your heart rate.

Jimin just looks at you as if you’ve gone insane. “No. No! Y/n, I’ve been flirting with you, I don’t know, forever. I...I care about you. I want to be the one taking you on stupid picnic dates and bending you over a couch arm.”

Your breath catches in your throat, heart slamming against your breastbone.

“Jimin, don’t be ridiculous.” You go to stand, feeling restless and anxious, and he grabs your wrist gently.

“Lollipop….I’m serious. I asked you out when we were fifteen. I told you I loved you when we were eighteen. I sent you the flowers two days ago; I don’t see how you don’t get this.”

He looks almost angry, and you sit back down, confused.

“Jimin, you go through five girls a week, how am I supposed to take you seriously?”

“You ever thought about why I go through five girls a week, Y/n? Because the one girl I want is my best friend and has never showed an inkling of interest in me!” 

“You-” You suddenly feel like you can’t breathe, you’d never imagined he would try to play you like one of those girls, that he’d want what he perceived he couldn’t have, and it makes your blood boil. You tug your wrist out of his. “You’re not allowed to come in here and play with my feelings just because you’re salty I’m spending time with someone else, Park Jimin.”

“I’m not-” Jimin protests, but you’re already stalking to the door.

You open it and gesture for him to leave, but he sits there, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me,” he says defiantly.

“I’m not going to sit here and listen to you spew bullshit about how you’ve somehow been madly in love with me for the last ten years, Jimin!” You yell, your face getting hot.

He stands up. “It’s not bullshit, Y/n! It’s the truth. I’ve been crazy about you my whole life!”

He comes toward you, shutting the door you’d opened with one hand and boxing you against it.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were fifteen years old, ever since you had that big rainbow lollipop, taking little kitten licks off of it while you smiled smugly at me and wouldn’t give me a taste. You’ve been teasing me since then, that’s why I call you lollipop, you know.”

Tears are springing to the backs of your eyes and your chest is aching. “Jimin...please. Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Don’t tell you the truth? Lollipop, I thought you knew. I thought you knew you’ve always had my heart. Didn’t you?”

“Stop it!” You cry, tears rolling down your face. You wipe them away angrily. “Stop it, it’s cruel.”

“Why?” He caresses your cheek, thumbing away a tear. “Why is it cruel, lollipop? I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

That’s it, that’s the last straw, you push against his chest, crying, and he stumbles backward. 

“I need you to go.”

He clenches his jaw again, eyes flashing. “I’m not going anywhere. I own this apartment, remember. I’m not going anywhere because you’re being ridiculous. I’m pouring my heart out, here, Y/n, and you-”

“Fine. Fine! I’ll leave. I’ll go to see my boyfriend, who actually cares about me and wouldn’t play me this way!”

Hurt flashes across his face. “Oh, he’s your boyfriend, now? After one date?”

“Maybe it was more than one date. I don’t tell you everything.” You’re grabbing your keys and your purse, and when you get close to the door, he’s leaned against it.

He doesn’t look angry anymore, just defeated. 

“Wait. Wait, okay? Just...just come sit down. Let’s talk.” His voice is soft, almost miserable, and he takes your hand and you almost cave.

You’ve always had such a hard time telling him no, but your heart aches and you’re crying and you just can’t do this. You can’t have him tell you all the things you’ve wanted to hear for years just because he’s territorial.

You shake your head and take your hand from his, pushing past him to wedge the door open, and you ignore him following you to the parking lot, pleading with you, as you speed off in your car.

[kennadavenportgayle]

Freaky Friday--Douchebag Liam x MC (Charlotte)

Title: Freaky Friday

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Liam x MC (Charlotte) 

Word Count: 1,633

Summary: On Queen Charlotte’s birthday, she wakes up after having a bad dream. She soon comes to realize her worst nightmare may actually be a reality. 

Author’s Note: Omg y’all! I have FINALLY written a fic! After the whole TRR situation, I thought it would be funny to me write about it if it were true! Liam has turned into a douche, Drake is a sweetheart, and Maxwell and Hana are... well you’ll read it for yourself! I just want to say that I have exaggerated the HELL out of their “new” personalities! I have seen some of the chapters with them interacting and whatever else and I know it isn’t as insane as this fic but I thought it would be funnier so leave me alone. Anyway, I hope you enjoy or don’t I don’t care! 

Charlotte shoots up in bed. Cool sweat beads on her forehead and arms. She reaches over to Liam’s side of the bed, searching for his hand. She’s greeted by nothing. She looks over and sees that he’s nowhere to be found. His side of the bed is unmade and messy. He always makes his side of the bed. It’s one of their morning rituals that usually ends in some sort of pillow fight or the other person trying to mess up the other person’s side of the bed. Weird, she thinks, maybe he’s in the bathroom. He always waits for me to wake up. 

The Queen climbs out of bed and rubs her eyes as she makes her way to the bathroom. She pokes her head in, but no one’s in there. She leaves their chambers and goes into the next room to see if he’s in the nursery with their daughter, Millie. She opens the large door, expecting to hear some giggling or crying from Millie or Liam singing to her softly. Instead, she’s greeted with silence. Millie isn’t in her crib, either. 

Don’t panic, Charlotte reassures herself. He might be making pancakes or taking Millie for a stroll. He probably wanted me to sleep in.

She quickly goes back to their chambers to throw on a robe and fuzzy slippers. She heads down the grand staircase. Her anxiety makes her walk faster than usual. She can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Her worries begin to subside a little bit as she hears Liam’s laugh. But it sounds slightly off. It’s missing that Liam charm. She follows his laugh to the dining room where he sits in his normal spot. Food and dirty napkins are everywhere. Like, everywhere. Liam laughs again, food in his mouth, phone glued to his ear. 

He nods as Charlotte walks in, but stays in his conversation. He never has his phone out during meal times. She clears her throat and she sees Liam makes a small face. 

“Leo, I gotta go… yeah, I’ll call you back.” Liam hangs up and flashes a fake smile to Charlotte. “Good morning, babes!” 

“Morning,” Charlotte replies, she frowns at his mess… and at him. His blonde hair is shaggy and messy. He’s in desperate need of a shave. She notices he’s wearing two different coloured socks. His white t-shirt has a stain on it. He’s using the wrong fork. His normal, well-kept manner has vanished. The twinkle in his eye seems fake. Actually, his whole being seems fake. Charlotte questions if she’s still dreaming. 

“Have a seat, babes!” 

Babes? She wonders. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say ‘babes.’

“Where’s Millie?” Charlotte sits in her normal spot next to him. 

Liam raises his eyebrows as if having to think about who Millie is. He realizes who she’s speaking of and shoves part of a soft boiled egg into his mouth. With his hands. 

“With the nanny.” 

With the nanny?

“With the… nanny?”

When did they hire a nanny? They usually have Hana, Drake, or even Maxwell watch Millie when they’re busy. 

“Yeah! Why take care of uh… Millie when we have someone who can do it for us?” 

He pulls out his phone and begins to scroll through… twitter? Liam hates social media. He always said it felt like everyone was talking to their screens and making connections to their screens and characters rather than to each other. He laughs as he reads a tweet to himself. Charlotte peaks over his shoulder to see what’s so funny. He retweets it pretty quick and all Charlotte has time to see is “all women” and nothing else. 

“You love taking care of Millie, though,” Charlotte points out. “You could spend hours playing with her and reading to her.”

“Oh, babes,” Liam laughs. He reaches over and squeezes her thigh… rather too high for her liking. “If we had a son, maybe. Speaking of, we should start planning again soon. Better be a boy this time. We can’t have a girl taking over when I die.” 

He says the word girl like it’s a slur. 

“Even if we had a boy,” Charlotte begins as the servants begin to bring her breakfast. “Millie is still the next in line for the throne.” 

“That’s a dumb rule,” Liam scoffs. “I’ll change it.” 

He finally looks up from his phone and Charlotte assumes he’s going to say that he’s joking and this is all a prank. Instead, he looks up at one of the servants. A pretty brunette with shiny eyes. They make eye contact and Charlotte watches as Liam gives her a cheeky wink. The servant walks behind both of them and runs her hand across Liam’s shoulders before leaving. Liam’s eyes immediately lock with her butt and stay there until she’s gone. 

“You should do more squads, babes,” Liam shoves more food into his mouth, “you could have an ass like her if you tried hard enough.”

“Excuse me?” Charlotte can’t believe what she’s hearing. “What has gotten into you?” 

“What do you mean?” Liam looks back at his phone. 

“You’re being… rude a-and misogynistic and… this isn’t like you!” Liam blows air out of his mouth and his eyes widen. “Is it that time of the month? I don’t remember you being this sensitive.” 

“Liam!” Charlotte doesn’t bother to defend herself. She stands and heads for the exit. She assumes he’ll stop her. Tell her it’s all a joke. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t even say or do anything. She turns around and looks at him, still glued to his phone. “Do you even know what day it is?” 

“Thursday?” 

“It’s my birthday,” 

“I thought it was November.” 

“It is November.” 

“Oh, well, sorry babes I haven’t gotten you anything. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll find my tongue down--”

“Liam! Stop!” Charlotte huffs and storms off. 

She begins to wander around the castle with hot tears running down her face. She tries to search for Millie and the strange nanny she’s never met but apparently has. She hears someone shout her name. 

“Snow!” Drake yells ahead of her. “Happy birthday! Did Liam give you the gift we all made for you? Wait… what’s wrong?” 

“Liam is the problem,” she whimpers. 

“Okay, let’s go have a chat,” Drake says with a soothing voice. He brings her into the formal sitting room and sets her down on the couch. He grabs a box of tissues and hands it to her. Charlotte thanks him and wipes her face and blows her nose. “What’s going on?” 

“Liam is being a huge jerk, right now,” Charlotte can feel her blood begin to boil and her face begins to turn red as all of Liam’s actions and words come back to her. “He’s saying such, misogynistic and offensive things.” Charlotte starts from the beginning and as she speaks, Drake squeezes her hand. 

“Oh, Charlotte,” he pouts as she finishes her story with a long sigh at the end, “I am so sorry.” He leans over and gives her a large hug with a soothing rub on the back. 

“Drake?” She asks as he pulls away and picks up her hand again. 

“Yes?” 

“Are you okay?” 

Drake gives her a small chuckle. “Yeah, why do you ask?” 

“It’s just that… you’re being really… kind and you’re in my personal space.” 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks as he pulls his hand away from her. 

“No…” she trails off. “It’s just… you and Liam have seemed to have switched personalities.” 

“Maxwell!” Drake catches Maxwell as he walks by the room. Maxwell stops and pops his head into the room, his smile larger than life. 

“Drake! Charlotte! Happy birthd-- woah… is everything okay?” Maxwell walks into the room and notices Charlotte’s splotchy face. 

“Liam’s being Liam again,” Drake puts a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “Ohhhh… same sort of thing?” Maxwell asks as he sits down in the chair across from them. Drake nods. 

“Liam is never like this!” Charlotte protests. “He used to be so sweet and loving. He’s always cared and wanted to be helpful and he’s always been almost annoyingly nice. He used to love Millie and never wanted to even leave her out of meetings. He used to squeeze my hand to tell me he loved me. He used to never want to take his eyes off of me and he used to watch me sleep because he thought I was cute. We used to make the bed together and have pillow fights and today he’s been completely different. And Drake! You’re usually so moody and expressionless and you don’t ever seem to outright care about my issues. And… and you’re being all touchy-feely. It’s like you’re Liam and Liam is… some douchebag I would have dated in high school because I was insecure.” Maxwell and Drake exchange a look and bring their attention back to the crying Queen. 

“Char,” Maxwell begins. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but they’re always like this. Drake has always been… touchy-feely Drake. And Liam has always been… Liam.” 

Maxwell seems normal, Charlotte thinks. She sniffs again. 

“Maybe I just need a walk.” Charlotte stands. 

“I’ll join you!” Maxwell pops up from his seat. Charlotte breathes a sigh of relief. Maxwell is still...Maxwell. 

“I’ll get dressed. Maxwell, do you want to get Teddy and Charlie?” 

“Who?” 

Charlotte freezes. “Teddy? And Charlie? My corgis?” 

“Corgis?” Maxwell physically gags. “The worst kind of dog.” 

Charlotte’s stomach does a flip. 

“You okay, Charlotte?” Drake stands and holds on to Charlotte’s elbow, worried she might faint. 

“I just… where’s Hana?” 

Drake and Maxwell stay silent. Charlotte looks between the two. 

“Hana! Where is Hana!” Charlotte begins to cry again. 

“Hana?” Drake asks and he looks over at Maxwell. 

Maxwell frowns. “Who?”

[masterweaverx]

The Brunswick Blooper Reel

“I’m not useless!” Maria snapped, waving off Oscar as she turned around. “I’m just a little hard of hearing. And blind without my eyes. And I have a chronic case of arthritis.”

Oscar blinked, staring at her. As she went on, though, a disbelieving grin formed on his face.

“In fact, it might be osteoporosis. And don’t get me started on the menopause! Actually,” Maria mused thoughtfully, “I might have Alzheimer's too, come to think of it, I don’t remember. Who are all you people again?”

By this point Oscar was hiding his laughter behind a glove. The others, just off screen, were not so discrete.

“That bastard!” Yang stepped forward angrily, pointing a demanding finger. “Bring him back!”

“I can’t!” Oscar cried furtively. “It’s not like before, it’s like he’s locked himself deep inside his head! My head? Oh, I hate this!”

“Actually I just went down to the bakery,” Ozpin explained, walking onto the scene with a wide grin. “Apology cookies anyone?”

A series of groans (and scattered laughter) went up, the annoyed director calling for a cut. Ruby eyed the bag in his hand. “You did get strawberry scones, right?”

“Like I would forget them.”

“Sweet!”

The door to the Brunswick farms was locked shut. And then--

*THWACK*

“Ow! F--sh--raaaaarg...”

“Oh wow,” came Ruby’s voice, “that’s one tough door. We did unlock it for this shot, right?”

“I’d be a little more worried about him,” Blake replied. “You alright there?”

Qrow groaned. “Medic....”

“What do you think?” Blake asked seriously.

Ruby solemnly shook her head. “I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right--”

A shriek came from upstairs--

“Weiss!”

--followed by a loud “GODDAMNIT!” and a laughing “Oh my god, really?”

Blake blinked. “That’s... not in the script--”

Weiss came storming down the stairs, blushing furiously. “Excuse me, I need to go scrub my eyes.”

“I’m sorry!” called a voice from upstairs.

Yang was chuckling as she descended. “Well, I mean, the bed is supposed to have dead people in it anyway--”

Ruby covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her disbelieving grin as Blake groaned. “Again?! Those two...”

“Welp,” Maria quipped, “I guess shooting is done for today.”

“Is this going in the blooper reel?” Blake asked plaintively.

Yang smirked. “Hell yes!”

Ruby descended into embarrassed giggling.

“Tell you what. You keep that fire going, and I’ll find us a story to read.”

Oscar smiled faintly as Maria hobbled over to the bookshelves.

“Oh look! The kama sutra!”

Baffled laughter escaped the boy’s mouth. “Wh--what? Seriously?”

“It’s a good read,” Maria pointed out.

“No, no no, nooooo.” Oscar held up his hands. “Waaaay too young for that!”

“Huh,” Yang mused, “the workshop is getting really good with these puppets.” She poked one of the inert Apathy experimentally. “I mean, these have got to be the creepiest ones yet.”

“Oh yeah,” Blake agreed. “And have you read the script? These things are just terrifying, really.”

Yang turned to her with a nod. “Yeah, I’m glad these aren’t real. I mean, zombie grimm are bad enough, but the whole will-draining thing--”

Bony fingers brushed her shoulder. “BRAAAAAAAINSSSSS...”

Yang spun around, fists at the ready. “GAH WHAT THE--”

“BRAAAAAAAAAAINSSSS!” Ruby repeated, waving the Apathy’s arms around with a huge grin.

Yang lowered her fists with an angry laugh. “Damn it, leave that kind of trolling in Chibi!”

"Hey, I think I found something,” Yang said. She smiled as she looked down at the trailer, her eyes drifting up to the window--and then she let out a horrified gasp.

One which quickly descended into helpless giggles. “Turn, heehee, turn the camera!”

The camera turned to the window. Through it, in the snow, Adam Taurus could be seen... dressed as a belly-dancer and performing actually quite well.

Yang threw the window open. “Damn it, you’re playing a psychopath! You’ve got to stop doing things like this!” She turned to the camera, helplessly gesturing at the man with a grin. “This guy. This guy!”

Blake sighed. “Adam... Adam always knew how to get into--”

“Mrrrw...”

“--how to get into people’s heads, and--”

“Mrrrrooooooow!”

Yang snorted.

Blake glared at her. “Do you think this is funny?”

“I didn’t say that!” Yang protested, desperately trying to hide her amusement.

Blake rolled her eyes, turning to the shelves and spotting the black cat with yet another dead bird at his paws. “I already told you: I am not interested!”

Yang couldn’t hold it back anymore, bursting out in peals of laughter.

With a sigh, Blake turned to the camera. “The glamor of acting, people.”

“Mrrrooooooooow?”

She gestured at the persistent feline. “Can we get my stalker off the set?!”

Yang’s laughter redoubled as she collapsed out of the shot. Blake glowered down, her leg moving slightly and producing a small thnk sound.

“Ow! Okay, hahaha, fair, but, hee, but still, hahahahahaha!”

With one final long-suffering look to the camera, Blake left the shot.

"Ruby, are we... are we really still going to Atlas?”

Ruby turned, a confused horror subtly creeping into her expression. “Weiss, what are you saying?”

“It’s just--”

“~Oooooh let’s go digital! Yeah let’s go--~”

Ruby fumbled with her scroll for a bit, before pressing the answer button. “Uh, hey there!

“Salutations! I just found this convenience store nearby, do you want me to pick something up for you?”

“Oh, that sounds great, um, definitely some trail mix--no beans or seafood--actually, would it be too much of me to ask you to get some subs or something for everyone on the way down?”

“Not at all! Are there any specific orders you would like?”

“I still don’t like mayonnaise,” Weiss interjected.

There was a moment of silence.

“Did I call you in the middle of a shot again?”

“Yeeeeah.” Ruby chuckled. “Sorry--”

“No no no, it’s my fault entirely. I’ll get the food, and I’ll be down in a bit, alright?”

“Alright. Love you!”

“Love you too! See you soon!” The scroll clicked off.

Ruby shook her head. Then she caught sight of Weiss’s look. “What?”

“I’m happy for you,” Weiss assured her with a grin.

Ruby glanced away. “Mmmrngh...” She couldn’t help the corner of her lips twitching upward.

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall and started rolling across the ground.

After a moment, Ruby sighed. “It didn’t shatter, did it.”

Four of the Apathy strode on stage, wearing hats and wielding canes as team RWBY expertly puppeted them through a dance routine.

“~Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine, Shrieking skulls will shock your soul and seal your doom tonight! Spooky scary skeletons speak with such a screech, You'll shake and shudder in surprise when you hear these zombies shriek!...~”

“We’re all tired,” Oscar pointed out wearily.

“Maybe if we’re all so exhausted we should eat?” Blake suggested.

“Yeah,” Oscar agreed. “A nice bowl of cereal.”

“Pancakes,” Blake added. “Two plates.”

“Crispy bacon, prepared juuuust right.”

“Eggs over easy, on top of french bread.”

“Cinnamon toast.”

“What?”

“It’s cinnamon toast,” Oscar said seriously. “French bread is the baguette.”

“Well, you can use a baguette to make cinnamon toast, right?”

“I mean, sure, but then where does the madness end? Cereal in orange juice? Syrup-slathered ham? Breakfast burritos slathered in chocolate?”

“Actually,” Ruby interjected, “that last one sounds pretty good.”

“I once had a deep-fried stack of pancakes,” Weiss mused. “Not actually that bad.”

“I subscribe to the ‘take five cans of anything, dump in some noodles, and boil it all’ philosophy of cooking,” Yang added.

“You’d be surprised what kind of crazy combinations people can come up with,” Maria added. “Ever hear of muffin pizza?”

Oscar looked at them all in horror. “My god... you’re all insane.”

"Look, we can just drop it in the well,” Yang suggested. “Sure, the Grimm might find it, but it would take time. A year... ten... it may not even happen in our lifeline.”

There was a moment where everyone processed that.

“...Damn it.” Yang facepalmed. “I didn’t even mean to say that!”

“Yarr maties,” Blake growled, “batten down tha hatches, there be a storm a-comin’!”

Weiss snorted. “See, my mind went to ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.’”

Ruby turned to the camera with the biggest of grins. “I’ll take Grimm Studies for three hundred, please!”

“Alright, alright!” Yang rolled her eyes. “Come on, let me give this another take.”

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall, landing on its base and waggling to a stop.

Ruby glanced over her shoulder, then turned to the camera with an expression of utter deadpan.

Ruby dropped into the well, shortly after followed by her teammates. She took her scroll and raised it warily... and then moved her thumb with a mischievous smirk.

“~Cause this is THRILLEEEEEER! THRILLER NIGHT! And noone’s gonna save ya from the beast about to strike--~”

Ruby was already dancing and, after an amused glance, the other three joined in. Then Maria moonwalked into the scene with a huge grin.

“Having fun without me, dearies?”

“Woo!” Yang shouted. “Rock it granny!”

She did indeed proceed to rock it.

Maria clutched at the stairs, looking up desperately. “An exit!”

Weiss rushed past her--and ended up knocking her over with a loud THWUMP! She turned around, caught sight of the old woman, and covered her mouth with her hands.

“Oh my gosh, I--I am so sorry!” She walked back down slowly. “Are you alright?”

“...Medic...”

Ruby reached out desperately to her teammate, collapsed in front of the oncoming horde. “Blake...”

Blake looked at her, eyes... glittering with mischief, as she put a hand on her hip and adopted a catlike smirk. “Draw me like one of your french girls.”

Instantly everyone cracked up, one of the Apathy even clapping sarcastically.

“Oh come on, you were all thinking it!”

Ruby picked up the golden bottle. Her face contorted with quiet rage, and she flung it away.

It bounced against the wall and--

"OW! Ow ow ow, damn it!”

Qrow blinked, turning to her. “What? What just happened?”

“The bottle bounced against the wall and hit her head,” Oscar helpfully provided from off-screen.

“The hell? Are these things made of rubber or something?” Qrow gave Ruby a concerned look. “Kid, you okay?”

“I think I’m bleeding,” Ruby reported in amused pain. “Ow. Medic?”

Ruby glared angrily, her teeth clenched as she peered at her foes.

“Aaaaaand cut!”

She turned to the camera with a bright smile. “Now see, that’s going to look a lot more impressive once they edit the silver eye stuff in in post.”

The camera focused on the metal cellar doors, zooming in dramatically on the chain--

--which jerked briefly.

“OW! Damn it, what the hell is that chain made of, adamantium?”

“Uh,” came Blake’s voice, “you doing alright there?”

“It’s an easy shot, they said. Punch open the door, they said! Damn it, I think my hand’s dead.”

“So...” Ruby mused. “Do you need a medic, or a technician?”

“My other fist is still working fine, missy.”

"We need to go!” Ruby cried.

“Not yet,” Weiss decreed, grabbing a bottle off the shelf. She threw it overhand at the cellar...

...and it bounced off the head of an Apathy, landing cork-first on the ground without spilling a drop.

“...What the hell?!”

“I know, right?!”

"They’re called the Apathy,” Maria explained morosely. “They’re not strong, or ferocious, or cunning. They just drain your will--”

The entire trailer suddenly jerked to a stop. A moment later, Bumblebee rolled behind it, engine cutting off.

“You all alright?” Yang asked.

“Yeah,” Ruby sighed. “We’re just going to have to hook this up and start this shot over.”

"Isn’t it obvious, girl?” Maria turned a sad smile on Ruby. “I have silver eyes.”

There was a moment where they all processed that.

“Um...” Ruby held up a finger. “Don’t you mean ‘had?’“

“Oh, I still have them,” Maria replied brightly, “they’re in my pocket here, let me show you!”

Everyone else broke out giggling, Ruby feebly protesting with a wave. “No, ew, gross! I believe you!”

[fiercyy]

Can stand on its own, but is kind of a continuation.

Stop Time, I Want To Get Off

Sasuke returns home and strikes up a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Sakura.

(i)

Part deux

Funny how it never occurred to him that home would move on without him.

He left when he was thirteen and was somehow able to accept it back then. When he saw Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi again two years later, he wasn’t surprised. He’d anticipated those changes; yearned for them, even. In Orochimaru’s clutches, during the brief moments between bone-aching exhaustion and fitful sleep, he would think of them and wonder. He’d speculate on what they had become in his absence.

Nothing could have prepared him for the reality, but he was prepared for a change.

Sasuke left again at seventeen. He was gone for two years.

When he left, Konoha was a husk. Smoldering embers on a familiar horizon.

Now it is the beginnings of a metropolis. The traditional, classic façades have mostly been torn down, but some are preserved with modern innards. The streets are paved differently, more even. The walls are higher and stronger.

The people are different too, less afraid. The tragedy of war is far enough in the past to be processed. Heroes walk among the old cobblestones and the new blacktops with their heads held high and nods for their neighbors, whose names they know.

Kakashi is much the same as he has always been. He’s better at his job now, comfortable with his responsibility. Grief was a cloak he wore well for his whole life. Sasuke’s former teacher looks healthier with the Hokage’s robes draped on his shoulders.

Naruto is married and isn’t that its own special brand of insane? He’s quieter, a little more thoughtful. Still his same sunny self, but tempered with the security and surety of attaining the love and admiration he’s always wanted.

Sakura… Well, isn’t it always Sakura who changes the most? She’s just as sweet, just as funny. The letters they exchanged while he was away made him more aware than ever of the life teeming beneath the surface of her smiles. She confided her frustrations, silly jokes that her friends had groaned at, the goings on of their friends. But she hardly talked about the big things. If she had leftover pizza for breakfast, he would hear about it-

But he didn’t learn about taking over for Tsunade or the pediatric mental health clinic or her ails and ills from her.

The day he returns, he doesn’t go to Hokage tower right away. For reasons that are clear only to him, his feet carry him to Sakura’s apartment. He finds the door locked, but remembers the key. She had given it to him shortly after he was freed from prison. She promised that it was his to use whenever he needed; that her home was his.

Inside, everything is covered in a thin film of dust. Everything is the same, except for some new pictures on the walls and different knickknacks on the shelves.

His heart beats faster and breath comes short.

It feels wrong to stand in her living room, with the curtains drawn- with the dwelling empty of its occupants. Where can she be?

He licks his suddenly dry lips and gulps for air. It never occurred to him that he would not find her here.

Later he’ll learn that she has taken a sabbatical from ANBU (when had she joined?!) to take a diplomatic mission to Suna, where she is beloved by the Sand Siblings and the people alike. He’ll learn that she is doing very well, negotiating deals, trades and treaties as if she were the Hokage herself. He’ll learn that she’s due home any day now.

He’ll know in his heart that there’s no way she could have known he’d be back today. He’ll feel guilty for being upset that she wasn’t here waiting for him, that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

But for now, he panics. He thinks the worst. It’s the way of his world.

. .

He paces.

Sakura is a few days late. Kakashi assures him this is a common occurrence. Sasuke blames Kakashi wholeheartedly for the legacy habit.

Sakura is a few days late. Sasuke has so many things he needs to say to her and she is late.

So, he paces.

“They told me I’d find you here, but I didn’t want to get my hope up.”

Sasuke startles and looks up. For the first time in two years he lays his own eyes on Sakura. She’s standing in the middle of her entryway, still in her mission clothes. He hair is pulled up in a ponytail at the crown of her head, bangs pushed to the side to reveal her seal. She drops her bag at her feet and rests her right fist on her cocked hip. “Say it,” she tells him. “You know you want to.”

“Welcome back.” And he almost wants to smile.

But then, she’s grinning wide and holding out her arms, “Come here, bring it in.” he complies and can no longer find it within himself to hold back the smile, not while he’s holding her and her arms are thrown around his shoulders.

It’s a friendly hug, very platonic. Unbidden, all the feelings he’s spent his solitude processing simmer to the surface. Just as he reaches his boiling point and opens his mouth to say what he’s been psyching himself up to say-

She pulls away.

. .

Staying with Sakura means living in her space. He’s become accustomed to her clutter, her scent and her singing at the top of her lungs when she forgets he’s there. It means he overhears more than he’d have preferred.

She forgets he’s home a lot, he supposes he should be pleased that she’s so comfortable but…

She’s clattering around in the kitchen, Ino is on speakerphone so she can keep her hands free. The shrill woman prods her about an old fling in Suna, and whether or Sakura she saw her while she was there.

“I mean, we bumped into each other once or twice, but it was very civil. I was very clear when we started.”

“Trying not to break any hearts?” Ino teases.

“I don’t have time to acquire any. I barely have time to see you, or Naruto, or anything or anyone outside the hospital. I don’t need to waste my time. Right now, I just want-“

“You’re thirsty.”

“Shut up.”

“You need someone to quench your lusty lusty urges!”

“INO!”

“You wanna hit it ‘n quit it.”

“Control yourself.”

“I’m just saying-“

“Goodbye Ino.” The bleep of her hanging up is soon succeeded by a more frustrated banging of pots and aggressive grumblings. “I am not hard up. I’m not. I’m not!”

. .

This doesn’t apply to him. This has no impact on his life. He does not care.

Oh hey, except he does.

Because he’s spent two years missing her, wanting her. He always thought he’d come back, acclimate awhile and they’d pick up where they left off: on the cusp of something more. She had always been so patient, steady in her love and regard.

She still loves him, he knows she does. But he wonders if he waited too long, if the passion she felt for him had cooled and tempered into mere friendship.

. .

This is not friendship.

This is something else.

Her hands are hot on his abs. One slides up his sternum and pushes him down onto the bed, while the other drags blunt nails lower, into the trail of dark hair leading down down down. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, her smile is wet from his kiss.

He’s frozen on the bed, unwilling and unable to interrupt her plans.

She leans down, aiming for his neck, but he just wants to kiss her again. He rears up and captures her lips, lone right hand grasping at the back of her neck, pulling her up and forward. She tastes like a laugh and feels unattainable, even as her whole body is bare to his eyes.

With another tug, she falls from her knees, to her stomach. They are chest to chest, pressed up against each other in an embrace so tangled that he feels victory in her inextricable place in his embrace.

When they’re like this, he can almost believe it’s real. More than it is. He can pretend that she’ll sleep here tonight, that in the morning he can kiss her awake. He can fabricate a shared life for them and treat it as a someday instead of a probably never.

“Thanks, I really needed that.”

Out of breath and laying beside her, staring at the ceiling, Sasuke wants to scream. STOP THANKING ME, YOU ANNOYING-

But then Sakura turns her head ever so slightly to look at him and he’s caught up in her again. How had he never noticed how beautiful she is?

Then she’s sitting up and not even a little bit shy in her nakedness. Sakura scoots off the bed to look around for her clothes and laughs when she spots her shorts on the ceiling fan. She jumps up on the bed and strains to reach it. Her fingers barely grasp one leg and as she yanks it down, he does the same to her. She falls into his lap and beams through messy bangs. Sasuke tilts his head up, like he’s greeting the morning sun. She kisses his cheeks and nose. He closes his eyes and lets himself pretend.

“Okay, I’ve gotta go,” Sakura sighs and pulls on her shirt. She tries to get up, but he holds fast. She beats a gentle fist against his chest and giggles. “Seriously, I’m tired. I’ve got an early shift.”

“Stay here,” he offers.

An unreadable expression stoles over Sakura’s face before it’s quickly replaced by a patronizing look. “No thanks. Maybe I’ll see you next week?”

“You’re in Suna next week.”

“Oh,” she frowns thoughtfully, “Maybe the week after that then. Bye!”

Maybe he’s waiting, maybe he’s not. Is it still waiting if what he’s waiting for may never come?

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[marvelous-heroimagines]

Jealous

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: Angst, a lil’ fluff, swearing,

A/N: I always love angst and I had such fun writing this. Sorry this took a few weeks!

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Dating Bucky Barnes didn’t come easy. Waking up at 3am to his screams of horror at his nightmare memories, his brooding quietness that drove you insane, the alcoholism that reared it’s ugly head from time to time, him not understanding that he wasn’t The Winter Soldier that Hydra made. These challenges were hard on your relationship, but you loved Bucky nonetheless. 

But there was just one thing that you couldn’t stand. The moment Bucky told you that Natasha and him had a past, you knew it was something you wouldn’t be able to get past. Not that you let Bucky know that; you made sure that any time you saw the two of them talking or training, you didn’t show the fiery jealously that burned through your veins. But you were trying, every time you saw the two of them together you try to reassure yourself that Bucky was in a relationship with you, not her.

You hate that you were jealous of Natasha, but she was beautiful, strong, smart and funny. And it didn’t help that her and Bucky had shared life experiences; no matter how much you comforted your boyfriend, you would never fully understand the pain he was living with everyday. All you could do was try to be a good girlfriend, while beating back the little green envy monster.

But this week had been hard. Natasha, Bucky and Sam were away on a mission, one that had supposed to end days ago.

“They’ll be back this afternoon,” Steve informs you, trying to hide the eye roll that you had gotten used to by now,

“You said that yesterday,” you groan. You know you sound like a 5 year old, but you can’t help it, “I’m just... worried,” technically it wasn’t a lie,

“I spoke to Sam this morning,” Steve says, flicking through the tv channels absent-mindedly, “There was a bit of a fire fight, but they’re all okay,”

You let out a huff, earning a cocked eyebrow from the blonde super soldier, and spin on your heel to storm off to the gym. The gym had been your new bedroom this past week. It was the only thing that helped you work out your rage, but unfortunately not get your mind off it.

“You’re being absurd,” Wanda’s accented voice calls from across the gym, making you jump,

“God, Wanda, you scared me,” you clutch at your chest, trying to slow your now racing heart, “I didn’t even hear you in here,”

“I can’t say the same,” she says as she makes her way over to you. You give her a quizzical look, “There is nothing going on between Bucky and Nat,”

Your mouth falls open in surprise. But your mind catches up, “Thought you didn’t read minds without permission,” you narrow your eyes at the Sokovian,

“Sorry,” Wanda gives you a guilty look, “But, in my defence, your thoughts were too loud for me to simply ignore,”

You let out a sigh as you nod, “Well, now you know,”

“Y/N, really, you don’t need to worry,” Wanda lays a comforting hand on your shoulder. You force a smile, trying to give her a thankful look. You knew her words were true, but that didn’t stop you from worrying, “Do you want to go out for coffee?”

“Uh, maybe later. I think I’m going to work out for a while,” you nod towards the punching bags that were lined up down the back. Wanda gives you a small smile before leaving you alone in the big, empty gym.

As usual, working out didn’t help take your mind off your toxic, jealous thoughts that you knew were outrageous. But the more you dwelled on them, the more you started to believe them. Now you were just angry and sweaty.

Trudging back to your room, your mind races through every possible scenario that could’ve happened on the mission. Nat and Bucky fighting together, just like the old days for them, made for a perfect situation to rekindle their old flame. Or maybe they’d already rekindled their flame weeks ago, or months ago. Your stomach churns and you feel nauseous at the thought.

Just before you can tear open your suite door and give yourself a well earned, soothing shower, you hear cheers and voices erupt from down the hall; coming from the direction of the hangar, signally that Bucky, Nat and Sam did actually return from the mission tonight, as Steve had promised.

You consider skipping a shower and going straight to greet your boyfriend, who’s bellowing laughter you can hear. But your stopped in your tracks when you hear Natasha’s feminine, sing-song laugh immediately echo Bucky’s. Every muscle tenses, causing you to grip your suite’s front door handle a little too tightly. A loud snap echoes off the walls around you as the handle breaks off in your clenched hand.

You let out a frustrated grunt, and throw your empty fist right through the wood. A part of you was always shocked by how strong you are when you’re angry, but all you can think about is Nat and Bucky, together. Pulling your fist out of the fist shaped hole that now provided a clear voice into your living room, you let a shriek of anger, as you try to prying the door open.

“Someone’s forgot how strong they can be,” you hear Bucky’s voice call from behind you, obvious amusement in his voice as he watches you claw at the closed, handleless door,

“Yeah well, I don’t get angry enough for it to be a constant reminder,” you mumble, ashamed that your annoyance was crystal clear with every word you spoke,

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky asks, wrapping his hands around your waist. He immediately pulls back when he feels your body become rigid at his touch, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you spit. Your anger was now directed at yourself as much as it was directed at Bucky and Natasha. You never wanted Bucky to see you like this, jealous and childish over something that didn’t happen... At least you don’t think it has,

“Doll, I can sense that you’re upset,” Bucky coos, “Just talk to me, I’ve missed you this week,”

“Yep, I’m sure you have,” your voice now monotone and blunt. From the corner of your eye you can see Bucky’s brows furrow as he tries to figure out why you’re being so cold towards him,

“Doll-”

“I just need to have a shower, okay?” you start trying to grasp at your door again, “I’m sweaty and hot and I’m really not in the mood right now,”

“Y/N, look at me,” Bucky’s voice now stronger and more demanding. But you refuse.

Letting out another cry of anger, you have to hold yourself back from punching another hole through your own door. Your anger was boiling furiously in your veins and you know that if you don’t get out of here right now, you’re going to explode. Taking a step back, you ignore Bucky as he watches on in confusion, and shift your weight into your back foot. Swiftly bringing your right leg up, you put as all your power into your kick, and sure enough your suite door bursts open on the first try.

“What the fuck?” Bucky blurts out, “Y/N, what’re you-”

“I’ll talk to you later, Buck,” you dismiss him. He tries to follow you into your suite, but you spin on your heel to face him, “Go hang out with everyone else. I’m sure you and Nat have so much to talk about,” you don’t bother waiting for a response, partly because you were angry and now because you felt like a bitch for being so petty and salty.

Awkwardly, you shut the door on Bucky’s face, as the latch was now completely busted and your door couldn’t close properly. But Bucky got the point, and moved on down the hall as you pull at your hair, heading to the shower.

Your shower consisted of 10 minutes dedicated to washing off your sweat and your hair, and 50 minutes of realising how much a child you were being. Bucky was with you for a reason, if he wanted to be with Nat, he would be.

You need to find Bucky, and you need to apologise. You’d let your jealously get the better of you, and you didn’t want to let it ruin the best relationship you’d ever had. You figure that now would be a good time to admit to Bucky that you had been jealous all along, and that you love him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where’s Bucky right now?” you call out,

“Mr. Barnes is in his suite,” the A.I. chimes, “Would you like me to tell him that you’re looking for him, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“No, no that’s okay. I’ll go see him,”

Your hands shake with nerves as you move down the hall towards his suite. Coming to a stop outside his door, you smooth out your wet hair and lift your fist to knock. But before your knuckles can make contact with the dark wood, Bucky’s door swings open. A lump rises in your throat when you’re faced with Natasha.

“Oh hey, Y/N,” she gives you a sweet smile, “How’re you?”

“I can... I can come back later?” you ask, your voice low and unsure,

“Oh, no, no,” she shakes her head, “I was just leaving. He’s all yours,”

Every muscle in your body tenses as her words hit you. It probably would’ve hurt less if she’d actually punched you in the gut. She gives you another sweet smile as she slides past you and prances off towards the communal kitchen and living.

Watching her leave, every disgustingly jealous thought that you’d ever had rushed to the forefront of your mind.

“Bucky!?” you yell, stepping into his suite and slamming the door behind you,

“Doll?” Bucky rushes around the corner of his bedroom, a look of concern twisting across his face as his eyes scan your body, “What’s wrong?”

“Are you cheating on me with Natasha?” you ask, pointblank.

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth falling open a little, “Why would you-? What are you-?”

“Are. You. Cheating. On. Me. With. Nat?” you ask, making sure to annunciate every syllable,

“No!” Bucky’s voice tells you that he’s outraged by you even considering such a thing, “Why are you like this?”

You cross your arms over your chest, torn between your very present anger and your shame for thinking such a thing. You can’t even think of what to say. On one hand you believe him, but because you want to. He could be lying and you’d be so desperate to believe him that you wouldn’t even notice.

Bucky let’s out a frustrated sigh, and moves to his lounge. You watch as he falls into it and runs a hand through his hair, “Y/N, what changed? We were so happy before I left on the mission. Then I get back and you’re furious at me for nothing,”

“Why was she here?” you ask, ignoring him. You needed to probe him further before you have to grovel for his forgiveness,

“Are you kidding?” he cocks an eyebrow at you. You don’t move, just stare down at him, “I needed her advice,” he sighs, “I didn’t know why you were acting so angry. I needed a girl’s advice,”

“Wanda’s a girl,” you sound like a child. A frustrated chuckle escapes Bucky’s lips, fuelling the anger that you were trying to subdue, “Why do you have to go to Natasha? Of all the people that live in the compound, you have to go to your ex-girlfriend?”

“That’s what this is about?” Bucky scoffs, “Natasha is hardly an ex-girlfriend. More of an ex-lover,”

Your stomach drops through the floor, “Yeah, because that’s better,” you scoff, your sarcasm front and centre,

“I went to her because we’re friends, for god’s sake!” Bucky shouts, annoyed that you were still angry, “Whatever her and I were, that ended, almost 10 years ago!”

“What says it won’t start up again?” you mumble, now feeling less confident that you were showing your true insecurity,

“Because, you,” Bucky says, motioning towards you,

“What? Because I’m fun for you at the moment? Because she hasn’t made a move so you’re distracting yourself with me until she comes calling?”

“Because I love you!” Bucky shouts. Your arms fall limp to your sides as your mouth follow their motion. All anger you had suddenly disappeared,

“You... What?” you whisper, totally caught off guard,

“I love you, Y/N,” Bucky sighs, “I’ve felt more for you from the moment we met, than I ever did for Natasha. Her and I were nothing. I was The Winter Soldier, unfeeling and trying to find a piece of my humanity in a woman,” Bucky stands, slowly advancing to where you stood, frozen, “But, you... I’ve never felt this way for anyone. Not in the 40s, definitely not as the emotionless Hydra asset; never. I never thought that I would find a woman like you, Y/N. And I’ve loved you from the moment you said ‘Hi’,”

Your stomach is flipping so much you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. Bucky finally comes to a stop in front of you, so close that his musk is filling your nostrils and making your mind cloudy.

“Y/N,” Bucky whispers, “Please say something,”

“I’m an idiot,” you mumble, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, “I let the jealously get the better of me. I’m so sorry, Buck,”

“I understand, doll,” Bucky leans down so that your foreheads are touching, “If I ever saw you talking to an ex, I’d probably kill them,”

You can’t help but giggle, imagining how scared your ex’s would be if they saw Bucky stalking towards them.

“I know, but I’m sorry anyways,” you lay your hands on either side of Bucky’s stubbled jaw, “I was just so jealous because I love you too,”

Bucky breaks out into a wide grin, before he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your lips. You groan as he pulls back, too soon for your liking.

“I’ll stop talking to Nat,” he says,

“No, no,” you dismiss him, “You and her being friends was never the problem. It was me. I promise I’ll get past it... I might just need you to tell me that you love me more often,”

Bucky’s face breaks into a devilish grin, and you cock a questioning eyebrow at the super soldier, “I’d prefer to show you,” he almost growls.

Your breathing hitches in your throat and your heart starts racing. Bucky leans down and effortlessly throws your over his shoulder. You let out a playfully squeal as he carries you off to his bedroom.

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⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

❝ It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it's a monster. ❞ ❝ I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞ ❝ Unfortunately we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing. ❞ ❝ The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞ ❝ If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you'd be twice as funny as you are. ❞ ❝ The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞ ❝ I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞ ❝ Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞ ❝ If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞ ❝ Next time you're planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞ ❝ You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞ ❝ If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞ ❝ You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞ ❝ You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞ ❝ You're skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞ ❝ I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞ ❝ You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞ ❝ I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own. ❞ ❝ Don't bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞ ❝ Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞ ❝ Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞ ❝ I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞ ❝ I admire your stubbornness. It's so much like mine. ❞ ❝ You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don't trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I'd give you the chance to tell me. ❞ ❝ We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞ ❝ I've heard the word 'fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me. ❞ ❝ I'd say it's been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn't. It's been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞ ❝ I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞ ❝ I hope you know what I mean when I say I'm sorry you're here, but I'm glad you're with me. ❞ ❝ You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞ ❝ But isn't that what love is? Ownership? 'I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine,' as the Song of Songs goes. ❞ ❝ Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞ ❝ Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞ ❝ You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞ ❝ You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞ ❝ Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞ ❝ You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞ ❝ I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞ ❝ I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞ ❝ I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞ ❝ You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞ ❝ I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞ ❝ Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞ ❝ I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞ ❝ I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞ ❝ I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞ ❝ So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much? ❝ You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞ ❝ But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞ ❝ I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞ ❝ Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞ ❝ Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞ ❝ It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞ ❝ You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞ ❝ You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞ ❝ Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞ ❝ You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞ ❝ Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞ ❝ I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞ ❝ I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞ ❝ God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞ ❝ Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞ ❝ Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞ ❝ You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞ ❝ Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞ ❝ I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞ ❝ Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞ ❝ Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞ ❝ We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞ ❝ You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞ ❝ Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞ ❝ The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞ ❝ You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞ ❝ I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞ ❝ I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞ ❝ This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞ ❝ The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞ ❝ I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞ ❝ It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞ ❝ You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞ ❝ I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞ ❝ There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞ ❝ I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞ ❝ I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞ ❝ You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞ ❝ When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞ ❝ Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞ ❝ Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞ ❝ We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞