#this did take me a hot second tho so reblogs are appreciated!!

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, short blurb, sfw (despite the second intentions of the title lol)

warning(s): yelena being a hottie (?), mentions of using a gun, mentions of using a knife (nothing explicit tho), not proofread, unedited.

word count: 0.3k

note: HELLO, LITTLE STARSHINES. I'm sooo sorry I haven't been posting anything at all. And I'm also sorry that this is not the fic that I was supposed to post, but lately I've been lacking motivation to write and then this little fic came to my brain and it just happened. Also, for the russian words, I used google translator and my knowledge from reading fanfiction, so please correct me if I'm wrong. (I wanna learn russian so bad). Hopefully y'all will like it. I'm not an english native speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake <3

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⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malyshka: little girl

You felt your fingers wrapped tightly around the cold metal, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Okay, that’s good. Just relax a bit, detka,” you felt Yelena’s hot breath in your ear. 

You shook your head, trying to shake all the butterflies away in your stomach because of her closeness. She was right behind you, her head on your shoulder, her hands on top of yours adjusting them properly around the gun you were holding. 

“The trick for a perfect aim is practice, of course. But it also helps if you imagine someone you strongly dislike as the bullseye,” you chuckled, feeling your body relaxing a bit. “I’m serious, Y/n. It really helps.”

“But I don’t hate anyone.”

“Yeah, I figure. You are way too pure to hate anyone,” she kissed your left cheek, you felt your skin getting warmer under her soft lips. “Okay, just take a deep breath,” you did as you were told. “Close your eyes and let your body relax, focus on your breathing.”

You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth, feeling your heartbeat getting back to its regular rate. 

“Okay, that’s good, moya lyubov',” you felt her hands on your stomach as she felt your breathing. “Once you are ready, just take the shot.”

You opened your eyes, determined for the bullet to hit the tin a few meters away from you. You closed your right eye, trying to aim for it, and pulled the trigger. 

“Wow, that’s impressive,” you heard Yelena chuckling behind you as she looked at the hole in the tin. “Good job, pretty girl,” she took the gun from your hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, and leaned into her touch, wrapping your arms around her. 

You rested your head on her chest, breathing in her scent, feeling comfort in it. She smelled like fresh rain and the woods around the two of you, you could also smell the faint bourbon on her lips. 

“Can you teach me how to use a knife next?” you looked up at her, mischief filling your eyes. 

“Yeah, sure. Anything you want, malyshka.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[bloody-wonder]

do u have any locked tomb opinions to share? I saw u like Ianthe, idk if that's controversial or not? I've seen about a 50/50 split of my limited time in the fandom of people saying they love her/hate her

to be completely honest the locked tomb is more like a fandom in law to me lol as in: i tried getting into the series a few years back, was too confused and gave up but then made a friend who is a big fan and so i decided to give it a second chance and read together with her and i'm glad i did bc i did end up liking it very much but. it was a journey lol. i'm the kind of reader who prefers to have a working understanding of wtf is going on at all times and the locked tomb doesn't reward that expectation and accepting that it's a feature and not a bug took me some time. i liked book one much more when i re-read it. book two is my least favorite bc i was deeply bored by harrow's pov (it does have lots of ianthe tho and the gideon pov part is fantastic). book three is unquestionably my favorite which is surprising bc it doesn't have as much ianthe but ig i liked it the most bc i finally understood wtf is going on, in general terms at least. so the series grew on me and i'm excited for the last book but i'm not such a big fan as to dive into the tags and see what people are talking about, not to mention have hot takes or meta of my own. i mostly just like and reblog whatever my mutuals put on my dash🤷‍♀️

that's why i live in blissful ignorance of tasteless people who don't like ianthe. but even if i were familiar with the Discourse i wouldn't be out here defending her actions or whatever from the haters bc fortunately i only care about how cool she is. especially the way she talks! i feel like women characters rarely get to construct a distinct persona through their dialogue or express themselves through peculiar speech patterns, memorable one-liners, saucy quips etc. as i mentioned in my other posts dialogue is perhaps the most important part of character work for me, if not the most important part of books as a whole. i want to know how characters wield words! i need the scintillating repartee! so gideon vs ianthe verbal showdown in book two is Peak Literature for me lol. i have a list of ianthe quotes i may or may not have been trying to incorporate into my own vocabulary. bc it is a type of energy i wish to take into my future😅

i'm so obsessed with ianthe's carefully curated persona of a genre-aware secondary villain that i'm not particularly interested in her rich inner life, her secret vulnerable sides or whatever fans tend to zero in on whenever they are confronted with a character who is extraordinary, competent and presents an alluring facade of nonchalance to the world. seriously, no one appreciates good showmanship in these godless therapy speak times anymore :( as a wise woman once said, false things have a piquancy which the real can never match🧐

that being said, the unwanted guest brought up one more aspect of ianthe's character i'm very interested in - the whole discussion on the permeability of the soul and how it relates to the extent of control one has over one's own self as a lyctor. first of all, the way this short story is written - choreographed, even - and how the info about naberius is revealed is brilliant but secondly the implications of this reveal for ianthe are so tasty to me bc, as a control freak who must maintain the illusion of control over all aspects of my life for my sanity, i love my little fictional power fantasies of excellency and dominance but i'm also morbidly fascinated by narratives that subvert them and expose this perfect control as mere illusion. and ianthe does both: it's fun when she eats naberius' soul in cold blood and proceeds to manipulate, gaslight and girlboss her way through the series and rejects paul's invitation to join the good guys and try Woke Lyctorhood - but it's also very satisfying to see the light leave her eyes when palamedes makes it clear to her that naberius isn't something she used and spat out but a part of her, changing her self indelibly and in a way she can't control or even necessarily detect, challenging her understanding of herself as an independent, impermeable entity, the cool dominant subject in control of the weak loser object. where is the object, ianthe? where is the body, you goose? in which coff-

[gamercock]

I hate to bring up the onceler in the year of our lord 2020 but now that I’m a flaming communist the lyrics to “How Bad Can I Be” hit a little different. I guess what I’m trying to say is . . .

Un-Ironic Lyrical Analysis of “How Bad Can I Be”

Now, at first glance both the song "How Bad Can I Be", and the book The Lorax, seem to be discussing man-made climate change. When I first read the book, and when I first saw the movie, this was the only thing I picked up on. People destroyed ecosystems and polluted the world for their own gain, and suffered the consequences for it.

Then, when one squints a little, they seem very anti-consumerism. People kept buying more and more thneeds, so the Once-ler "biggered" his factory and supplied more and more. No one thought about the consequences of their actions. Then, the last truffula tree is chopped down, they run out of thneeds, and the Once-ler is left with a great expanse of empty blackness and nothing more.

But when one looks deeper still, especially at the lyrics of the song "How Bad Can I Be", a very strong anti-capitalist message is revealed. This doesn't happen very often, but the movie actually seems to have more political themes than the book. Without further ado, let's put the lyrics of "How Bad Can I Be" under a microscope.

It starts off tame enough, with the Once-ler explaining that he's just doing what comes naturally. He even says that it's his destiny. A common argument for capitalism is that it's natural, that it's humanity's base state. This is patently untrue, as humans have the desire for both competition and cooperation. You could also make an argument that someone saying "just following my destiny" and then driving the native ecosystem out and destroying the natural flora could be a reference to the 19th century belief of Manifest Destiny.

Now let's skip all the way down to the line "I'm just building the economy". This is where the message really shifts from "capitalism can be bad sometimes" to "modern capitalism is a nightmare we need to fight".

"I'm just building the economy" here, the Once-ler justifies his immoral actions by implying that he's creating jobs and spreading money. This is an argument often used by large corporations and billionaires, and it's untrue. There's no excuse for leaving the poor to die in the streets when you could pay for them all to have homes and healthcare a dozen times over.

"Just look at me petting this puppy," here, he attempts to justify it by saying "I'm not that bad! Look, I think cute things are cute! I'm relatable!" Note how in the music video, the puppy is placed on a pedestal. It's clear he doesn't actually care about the puppy, he's faking care and empathy while the cameras are on him to appear more palatable to the general public. And even if he did care, it wouldn't make up for the crimes against humanity and nature that he's committed.

"A portion of proceeds go to charity!" in the music video, this portion of proceeds is a single coin. A billionaire donating a few thousand dollars to charity is the equivalent of you donating a penny or two, and the music video clearly shows it. Not to mention, it also shows that the homeless man featured is an actor, and the whole thing is a PR stunt.

And here things get intense. This is the part of the song that honestly gives me chills. The backing track suddenly acquires a dark tone with powerful, severe beats, and a ghostly choir chanting "Bad!" The lyrics are genuinely terrifying. The truth in them is haunting.

"All the money's multiplying!" here, he counts his bills and shoves the Lorax aside. He cares more for his money than he does anything else. He'll commit all kinds of atrocities for the tiniest increase in profit, much like modern billionaires.

"And the PR people are lying! And the lawyers are denying!" these two lines share almost the exact same message. Megacorporations have powerful PR teams that can make even the most openly horrifying actions seem justified and understandable. Their lawyers are the same, manipulating the judicial system with ease, and occasionally just straight-up paying judges/juries to do what they want. These two lyrics could also be referencing the McDonald's coffee debacle, in which a woman was served coffee so hot that when she spilled it she ended up with third degree burns. Her name was Stella Liebeck, and when McDonald's ran a smear campaign against her everyone ate it up. Even now, most people think she was some entitled customer deserving of ridicule.

"Who cares if a few trees are dying?" here, the Once-ler has stopped lying to both himself and the public. He doesn't care about the consequences of his actions, and he never has. He's selfish and greedy, and he believes his profit to be more important than the very world around him. This behavior can also be observed in modern billionaires.

Overall, both the lyrics and music video are a very, very clear metaphor for the corruption and destruction that modern capitalism spawns. By the end of it, the Once-ler is completely disconnected from reality. He's become so selfish, so greedy, that it has never occurred to him that he lives in the world he's destroying. Once again, there's a clear connection between his beliefs and actions and those of modern billionaires.

What really drives this billionaire/Once-ler connection home however, is the beginning of the book The Lorax. "He peeks, out of the shutters, and sometimes he speaks, and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He'll tell you, perhaps... if you're willing to pay." And a few pages later, "Then he pulls up the pail, makes a most careful count, to see if you've paid him the proper amount."

You have to pay him for his information! He hasn't learned anything! After everything, after the Lorax's warnings, and running his company into the ground after chopping down the last truffula tree, and living alone in a bleak wasteland, he still cares more about money than anything else! The only person willing to partake in the unethical business practices required to become a billionaire is someone who was unethical to begin with. He's never cared about anything other than personal profit. We weren't watching absolute power corrupt absolutely, we were watching absolute power empower a really terrible person.

In conclusion, the book The Lorax, and the song "How Bad Can I Be" carry really strong anti-capitalist and anti-billionaire messages, and I honestly feel a little robbed that the song (and the entire movie, frankly) was turned into such a meme when it has such an obvious good message.

I speak for the trees, and they say eat the rich.

[slttygeto]

hi~can i request sweet sex with Kakucho and Megumi?

response: hi! so you didn't specify if you wanted a drabble or headcanon, so I'm going to do it the usual way, I hope you don't mind!!

sweet like candy

synopsis: slow love making happens to be what they're best at

featuring: kakucho hitto, megumi fushiguro

warning: just soft smut<3

reblogs are appreciated!!

requests are open!

kakucho hitto

a sweetheart I can't even begin to describe how soft he makes me feel

on the outside he looks like the scariest person ever

his scars and big build could make anyone run away

not you tho :(

and that's what kakucho loved so much about you

you never judged him based on his appearance, hell when you first met and he tried to act all big and scary, the soft smile and laugh that you gave him before patting his head and telling him that he looks unique with his scar made his heart flutter

he promised to marry you one day at that moment

you were definitely caught off guard but impressed

"fuck, so pretty," kakucho's hips slowly pulled away from your dripping cunt, the slick gathered around your inner thighs and ass making a sound everytime he thrusted back into you, making your body jolt in his arms.

he had you caged between his arms, the way you clung to him was so messy compared to how he was treating you ; with so much delicacy and love.

pressing a kiss to your cheek, you gasped when he suddenly picked up his pace, a soft, breathless "hitto—!" leaving your lips when he pressed his forehead against your own, hot and sweaty one. he thought you had never looked prettier than you did at that moment. falling apart on his cock and moaning his name.

"close for me? gonna cum for me?" he coaxed you to cum faster than you had intended but that's exactly how he liked it, he was obsessed with making you cum before him and having you reach your high for a second time the moment he reaches his first.

after reaching your highs together, kakucho held you close to him, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he rubbed your back, slowly helping you fall asleep. he knew you like the back of his hand and he obviously couldn't miss the sleepiness in your eyes.

"sweet dreams my love,"

megumi fushiguro

oh sweet sweet loving boy

very shy at first but once hes comfortable with you he's down to do anything

love making is his favorite tho

it's not that he doesn't have frustrations, he does

but he'd rather take it slow with you than to toss you around and manhandle you, something he's done before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it

there was just something abt the way you stared at him with bright eyes, gentle hands brushing his hair out of his face before pecking his nose

ignoring the way yuuji and nobara were teasing him, megumi thought he was on cloud 9

never had someone been so.... careful with him beside his mom and he didn't even have the strongest memories of her

mommy issues alert

megumi pressed his chest against your back, strong arms wrapping around your sleepy figure as you mumbled to him about how the past week had been so tiring for you.

he was listening of course but his attention was also on the way your skin felt so soft between his hands, your well his shirt riding up to expose your ass for him and megumi sighed into your shoulder, pressing his hard-on against your ass.

"gumi?" your gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up at you, admiring the way your naked body looked on top of him. so pretty.

he didn't know how fast it happened but you two were suddenly all over each other. you always liked riding the blue haired male. his hands guiding your hips while keeping his eyes on your body and face gave you a sense of pride.

"you're just...fucking gorgeous," megumi whispered, a hand slowly tracing up and down your torso, gently kneading your boobs and holding them in his hands as you leaned down to press a kiss against his lips.

"so are you megumi," you whispered back, nose brushing against his softly and admiring the way his cheeks were dusted with a soft pink.

megumi wasn't embarrassed to admit that he was utterly in love with you.

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[gilmore-angel]

One Bed//Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: when your best friend Ron invites you over to the Burrow for the summer you quickly find out you'll be sharing a room, and a bed.

Warnings: dirty jokes, cursing, mostly fluff.

A/n: I live for this trope. Also, I made Molly hella nice even tho I headcanon shes actually a bitch, but it was easier to make her nice. Also also, I tried to not go into to much detail about how the reader looks, but I might of a few times so sorry about that. Hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated but dont feel pressured to!

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"Merlin George! Slow down!"

Doing anything with the Weasley twins is dangerous, but driving with them? That's basically a death wish.

"Don't worry love, I've driven plenty of times!"

Though George's driving scared the hell out of you, you knew that it would be worth it because you'd be able to see your best friend Ron.

You and ron met 1st year when you and Hermoine walked up to him and harry asking about Neville's toad, and ever since then you've all been best friends. Every summer you, Harry, and Hermoine would go over to the Weasleys for a couple of weeks, but this year you were the only one who could come. Hermione and her parents were going to America for the summer, and Harry was spending his with his god father, Sirius, and his step dad, Remus. The thought of being alone with Ron all summer made you excited and nervous, only problem? You didn't know why you were so nervous.

"Oi y/n, I can make the car do flips, care to see?" George asked.

"W-what? Why the fuck would I wanna do that?!"

"I dunno, maybe your feeling a little spicy?" Fred said with a smirk.

"S-spicy? Really? Spicy, that's the word you went with?"

"Yeah I agree with her, I wanted to do a flip, not a fuckin' lap dance." George said with a laugh.

"Whoa, whoa, no one said anything about a lap dance, but I mean if y/n is down...." Fred said with grin as he looked back at you.

"Ew hell no!" You made a gagging sound at the end of your sentence.

"Oh I get it, you rather give one to Ron, huh?" Fred teased.

"I- just get me to the damn house."

"As you wish love, as you wish."

When you finally got to the Burrow you were met with the smell of cinnamon, apple, and trees. You walked in with George and Fred right behind you.

"Oh! Y/n dear how are you!" You heard Molly yell when she saw you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Hi Molly! I'm good, how are you?" You said as she let you go.

"I'm good! I'm so glad that you where able to come!" She smiled sweetly at you.

"Y/n?" Ginny said as she came down the stairs.

"Ginny!"

You ran over to her and gave a tight hug. Ginny had always been like a little sister to you.

"Wheres lu?"

"Oh shes upstairs. Lu, darling, come down here!"

The redheads girlfriend Luna, or lu as her friends called her, came down stairs with a soft smile.

"Hello y/n, it's good to see you." She walked over and gave you a hug.

Though you loved the Weasley family, there was only one Weasley that you really wanted to see.

"Wheres Ron?"

"Probably upstairs dreaming about you." George said in a very loud whisper. That earned him a smack on the arm by Molly.

"Ron, honey, y/n is here!" Molly yelled.

You heard loud footsteps.

"Y/N!" Ron jumped into your open arms.

"Ronnie!"

He smelled like cinnamon, candy, and men's cologne? Ron never used any kind of cologne, so why did he now?

"Why do you smell like that?"

His face became as red as his hair.

"O-oh I-I uh, does it smell b-bad?"

"No, it smells good, just weird for you to wear it, s'all."

"O-oh good."

Fred and George gave each other knowing looks.

As you two pulled apart from one another, you looked deep into each other's eyes. After at least 15 seconds of this Molly finally broke the silence.

"Fred, George, help y/n take her bags upstairs to Ron's room."

"But cant she-"

"No buts! Go, now." She cut Fred off.

"Y/n you'll be staying in Ron's room, I hope that's okay."

Your face grew hot at the idea of sleeping in the same room as Ron.

"Y-yeah, that's okay."

After dinner everyone headed off to their rooms. As you walked in Ron's room it was filled with awkward silence, something that was not normal for you two.

"Soooooo....."

"Yeah, so um..."

After about 30 more seconds of awkward silence Ron started pulling old blankets out of his closet.

"What are you doing?"

"Well I want some padding on the ground, it'll hurt otherwise dummy."

"Why would you sleep on the ground? The bed is big enough for the both of us."

"Well it would be kinda weird to sleep in the same bed, dont ya think?"

"Well maybe, but only if we make it weird."

"Y-yeah I guess."

"I-if you dont want to that's fine! I just didn't think you wanted to sleep on the floor but if you do that's-"

"Bunny, its okay, I'm okay with sleeping into he same bed, dont worry."

Bunny

That pet name always manage to get you flustered.

"Okay, cool cool cool."

He chuckled at your nervousness, acting like he wasn't just as nervous only hours ago. You walked over to your bag and pulled out a oversized tee, some underwear and soft cotton shorts.

"Turn around." You said laying the clothes on the bed.

"Why?"

"So I can change, duh."

He went red at the thought of you changing next to him. He turned around and you began to change.

"Done!"

He turned around and visibly gulped when he saw your shorts. He went to open his mouth but nothing came out.

"Cat got your tongue, Weasley?" You teased.

"Oh sod off."

You giggled and sat down on the bed. You turned so that your back was facing him.

"Why ya sitting like that?"

"Well aren't you gonna change?"

"O-oh yeah um, so uh never mind."

"What is it?"

"Well I um, I sleep with my shirt off, but I can sleep with it on if your uncomfortable with that."

"No! I-I mean, naw I'm cool with it."

"Eager to see me without a shirt, eh?"

"Ugh shut up, just change so we can go to bed."

"Bossy aren't you?"

You stuck your tongue out at him. He got done changing and you turned around, somehow in only a few weeks he got even more fit. You could see his freckled abs and part of his v-line just above his shorts, you went hot looking at him.

"Dont you know it's rude to stare, bunny?" He had a smirk on his face.

"I-I wasn't stari- you know what, forget it lets just go to bed."

He laughed at your words but still got into bed. You both got under the covers and laid awkwardly on the edge of the bed, both worried to get to close.

"So uh, night." He said, though it sounded more like a question.

"Yeah, night."

You reached over and turned the lamp off. A few minutes went by before he broke the silence.

"You uh, you can get a little closer if you want."

"Oh, yeah sure, thanks."

You moved closer, your shoulders were now touching. A few more minutes went by and you thought he had fallen asleep, until his voice startled you.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can I, um, can I hold you?"

"Y-you want to hold me?"

"Yeah.."

"O-okay."

You turned so that you were facing him. You buried yourself in his neck, and he put his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Is this okay?" He asked, hoping it was because he never wanted to stop.

"Yeah, its good."

"Good, well goodnight bunny."

"Goodnight ronnie."

Right as you were on the edge of sleep you heard a quiet.

"I love you."

"I love you too, ronnie."

BONUS:

"Holy shit!"

"Ha! You owe me five sickles Fred!"

You opened your eyes to see George, Fred, Ginny, and Luna looking at you and Ron cuddling.

"I fucking told you!" George yelled.

"Do ya think they did it?" Fred asked.

"Get out! All of you!" Ron yelled.

[joheun-saram]

promise - 1 (knj)

Chapter 1: New Year’s Eve

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Summary- It’s NYE and you can’t wait to bring in 2017 surrounded by your friends, but there’s a new cute boy around. You’re intrigued but quickly find out there is it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

word count- 3.1k

pairing- asshole!Namjoon x Reader (alternatively, edgelord!Namjoon)

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, roommatesau, enemies2lovers, slow burn, this chapter is platonic fluff(and angst I guess), future angst, fluff and smut

warnings- alcohol consumption, marijuana consumption, Namjoon being an absolute ass, he’s against socialism for a hot second (to rile her up, our Joonie is still woke tho nw), mention of sex, Jungkook’s parents based on my actual best friend’s parents (shoutout to their amazing jello shots!)

a.n- Well, well, well... if it isn’t my simp ass writing another Namjoon series. Love that about me. Get ready for some slow burn and a lot of Namjoon just being annoying! 🥴This is a drabbleish series so most parts will be about 2-3k.

Thanks for the beautiful @ditttiii​ for beta reading and to @aroseforyoongi​ for helping me with the political argument (also for dubbing this Namjoon edgelord!joon 🤣)

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

taglist- @namyoongles​ @cheesecakes-randomshitz​ 

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You were running late. Very late.  With a sigh you watched the street pass you by in a blur, the distant roar of your bus dimmed by the rap music that blasted through your ears. You looked at the group chat to be bombarded by messages.

Jungkook: bro istg if you’re not here in the next ten minutes

Hoseok: HURRY UP! JK IS DOING SHOTS WITH HIS DAD OMFG

Jimin: OMG Y/N. WE’RE GETTING DRUNK WITHOUT YOU

Jungkook: adsdsd duddde u suk wdt syop taling foevr

Yoongi: I’m gonna drink all the whiskey I got from Korea this week if you don’t get your butt over here.

Yoongi: Jieun says hi btw!

The texts continued to devolve into nonsense as you willed the bus to move faster. You were annoyed. Jungkook had planned the new year’s party at his parent’s house, and you were beyond excited to party, having spent the entire winter break stuck at home with your parents as they argued over the smallest things. You tightened your grip around your duffle bag as the bus came to a stop. Trudging through the snow you finally reached the familiar red door of your best friend’s house.

You knocked, taking in the large three-storey suburban house as you waited to be let in, already digging through your backpack for the bottle of tequila you had brought along. If they took any more time to open the door, you were going to start drinking right there on the porch. Before you could uncap your bottle, you were greeted by Jungkook’s dad, the familiar, jolly older man moved his hair out of his eyes as he greeted you.

However, before you could finally get out of the cold, he stopped you, presenting a tray of colourful jello shots.

“Y/N! Penalty for being late. You have to take a shot!” He laughed as you sputtered, his face reddened by what you assumed was alcohol. You had known Jungkook since the two of you were freshmen in university and had routinely stayed with him and his parents during break, but you had never seen Mr. Jeon this drunk. You stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he insisted, your friend finally joining him and encouraging you as you tentatively took a shot.

“I changed my mind! One of every colour!” Mr Jeon exclaimed joyously as Jungkook groaned.

“Dad! It’s cold. Let her in!” He whined and thankfully, you were let in. Taking off your shoes and leaving your bag by the door, you ventured into the living room where you saw all your friends. Hoseok leaned where he sat on the couch, his face buried in his phone as he, no doubt, texted his hookup. Jimin danced next to the Christmas tree the Jeons had yet to put away with a glass of liquor as Yoongi played the piano in the corner, cuddling with his girlfriend Jieun. Bubbling warmth swelled your heart as you saw all your favourite people.

“Come on let’s get you a drink!” Jungkook put his arm around you, planting most of his weight on you due to the alcohol raging through his veins as he guided you to the kitchen through the living room. In the kitchen, you were met by the sight of his parents swaying together to Yoongi’s expert piano skills, and a man you didn’t recognize sitting at the breakfast island, talking to Jungkook’s younger sister animatedly, who seemed to be trying to leave the conversation.

Jungkook poured you a rum and coke, easy on the coke, as he made his way to the breakfast bar. You stood next to his sister, making small talk before she excused herself to go to her room. She never stuck around long during these get-togethers. 

When she left, you were left standing awkwardly next to the only stranger at this party. The first thing you noticed was that he was tall. Much taller than all your friends, his dark black hair styled away from his face, a strand falling on his forehead shaped like a comma. He was dressed much like everyone else in dark wash jeans and a navy t-shirt with white leaves outlined on the sleeves, except his jeans fit him almost too perfectly, sculpting his thick thighs. Although he seemed friendly, greeting you with a pretty dimpled smile, your sudden attraction to him made you nervous.

“Hi. I’m Namjoon,” he said, eyeing you from over his cup as he sipped whatever concoction he was drinking.

“Oh shit! I keep forgetting you guys have never met!” Jungkook slurred as he sidled up to the two of you with his stool, leaving you standing between the two sitting boys. “Namjoon and I have been friends for years. I think we probably met the same time you and I did, but I guess we never ended up meeting together?” He ended his statement as a question, and it surprised you. You thought in three years you would have met all of his friends. 

“Well, that and I took a break from school. I was doing an internship in California.” He beamed, clearly proud of his achievement. “I worked at Twitch, you know them?” He smirked, and you had to fight your urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he worked in Cali. You went to a university renowned for its engineering degree and it was the goal of every software engineering student to land an internship in California. Those lucky enough to achieve it used it as social currency and bragging rights. You despise those people. It wasn’t that you weren’t smart enough to land that opportunity, in fact, you were coming off of your internship with Facebook last term, but you always felt flaunting a job to be such an ugly trait. However, Namjoon was Jungkook’s friend and so you let it slide.

“Ah Twitch. Very cool.” you hummed as you drank.

“Yeah. What program are you in?” He asked, continuing the conversation as Jungkook disappeared to talk to his parents, trying to convince them to retire for the night since they had embarrassed him enough.

“Computer science,” you replied non-committedly, watching his face break into a wide smile.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Me too!” He replied excitedly. You had to admit, his smile was very charming and you let your guard down a little more. Maybe he just got influenced by kids in your program to brag about Cali. “I haven’t seen you in any of my classes though! Would’ve remembered you. None of the other compsci girls are this pretty.” He smirked, clearly proud of his flirtatious comment. You narrowed your eyes at him, immediately put off.

“So glad to know you deem me pretty enough to notice.” You rolled your eyes, before grabbing your bottle of tequila and a few disposable shot glasses and making your way to the living room. “Well, it was… okay to meet you. I’m gonna go do shots.”

“Wait! I’m sorry, did I offend you?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he easily caught up to you, walking beside you and even sitting next to you on the floor, as you lined up the glasses to pour the drinks for everyone.

“No it’s cool, dude. We just don’t have anything in common,” you said nonchalantly as the rest of your friends crowded the table, excitedly taking a shot glass in hand as Jungkook waltzed in with a plate full of lime wedges and an intricately expensive-looking salt shaker. Namjoon didn’t say anything as everyone took their shots, but watched you throw back your drink, noticing the small smile that overtook your features as the alcohol from earlier finally started to take effect. 

After a few more shots, the party really started. Although there were only seven people, your rowdy, borderline chaotic group had you laughing. Hoseok was going on some tale about his adventures back home where he ended up at a bar with his high school friends and got the numbers of four girls by doing a disgustingly named muff-diver shot. He bragged about his game, and you burst his bubble by telling him it was really only because he was hot. Something he didn’t take much offence to as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Namjoon, however, came to Hoseok’s defence, much to your annoyance.

“And how would you know? I doubt Hobi here has used his A+ game on you.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… you guys are friends, I doubt he would try to pick you up.” He spoke with a logical tone, as he eyed you and Hoseok.

“Oh really? Okay Hobi. Since your game is so great. Let’s see it.” You turned around, staring at your friend next to you. Namjoon leaned back against his hands on the floor, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.

“Really darling? Don’t blame me when you fall for me.” Hoseok moved closer, finishing his drink as you huffed in annoyance. You were in your first stage of drunk, the stage where you got mean for no reason

“Get on with it, loser. Your face is making me drier as we speak.” You waved as Hoseok leaned in, his nose rubbing gently against your ear, his breath on your neck, making you shiver slightly.

“Hey baby, how about you let me take you downstairs and defile you on Jungkook’s Iron Man sheets.” His voice was low, almost a growl. You never thought you would hear Hoseok’s sexy pickup voice and you were sure that if you were someone who had not seen him whine and cling onto you after a few drinks, you’d be putty in his hand. Instead, you burst out laughing, doubling over with your hands on his thighs as tears of mirth filled your eyes. Not one to give up that easily, Hoseok continued.

“See. I’m a funny guy Y/N. Let me eat that pussy!” He couldn’t hold back any longer either, his voice breaking at the word pussy as he too devolved into a fit of laughter. His comment, however, broke Yoongi and Jieun out of their bubble as they looked up from their make out session, looks of horror on their faces.

“Please tell me you did not just say that Hobi!” Jieun chided, her voice shrill.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” Yoongi shivered as he drank more of his whiskey in an attempt to calm himself. Hoseok and you continued laughing at your friends’ reaction, the rest of the group joining in, except Namjoon who seemed to be watching the two of you with raised brows.

“Wait. I don’t get it. That should’ve worked.”

“Yeah dude. Y/N what the fuck? Let me eat that pussy!” Hoseok grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you while screaming at your face, between giggles.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna get a stomach ache. Stop!” you wheezed, before turning to Namjoon. “Sorry dude. I’ve literally helped Hobi pee once. There’s no going back to sexy when you see him whine about forgetting how urinating works.”

“Yeah and no offence babe, but you literally had your hands on my dick and it was flaccid as hell.”

“You guys are weirdly close,” Namjoon commented, his face scrunched as he assessed you and Hoseok.

“You think they’re close, you should see her and Jungkook. They even slept together!” Jimin remarks finally sitting down after dancing by himself for the past twenty minutes.

“And it was fucking horrible. High five!” Jungkook leans over the coffee table to slap his hand against yours, the two of you giggling.

“What kind of incestuous group is this?” Namjoon remarked, sipping his drink before turning to you where he watched you leaned over the table as you still slapped your hand against Jungkook’s to the beat of the music. “So when’s my turn?”

“Excuse me?” You recoil away from Namjoon, almost jumping in Hoseok’s lap. Oh here it was; stage two of your drunk persona, anger. You felt it coursing in your veins at his insinuation. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Apparently the group dick toucher.” He smirked again, that annoying lopsided smile that made his one dimple deepen in his cheek. “I promise I won’t be flaccid like Hobi was.”

“Okay! Y/N and I are going on a walk!” Hoseok exclaimed as he saw your fist clenched. He knew you were ten seconds away from punching Namjoon in the face, and he put his arms around your waist and easily hoisted you up, walking you to the front door.

“Hobi I swear to god, I’m gonna murder him.” You glared at Namjoon as he returned your heated stare with an easy smile and a wave.

“I know babe. So we’re going on a walk. Let’s go pick up some food, yeah?”

The two of you walked around the block to the nearest McDonalds, picking up an assortment of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets for the party, even getting Namjoon what he wanted, despite your burning desire that he starve to death. By the time, you returned to the party and took a couple more shots you were sufficiently cheered up. Hoseok had that affect on you, calming your mood with his jokes and anecdotes. 

Cuddled with Hoseok as you sat between his legs on the couch, the two of you shared a vape as you let the weed settle in your bones with a mellow buzz. Jimin sat in front of you on the floor, leaning against you as you ran your hands through his hair, enjoying the soft fluff. You were so glad that he had decided to forego his usual hair wax today. You felt like you were in utter bliss, your annoyance with Namjoon long forgotten. That is until you tuned into his conversation with Jungkook - not that you had any choice, because even though he seemed to be talking to Jungkook, his eyes were pointed at you.

“I’m just saying capitalism is the reason you’re sitting here in this nice home. People who can’t afford healthcare or education just need to work harder. That’s how life works.” Namjoon sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow at you, and you decidedly ignored his baiting. It was like he was trying to get you mad on purpose. You didn’t understand his gameplan. Why couldn’t he just let you enjoy bringing in 2017 like an adult?

“Dude… why are we even talking about this?” Jungkook groaned, face scrunching in distaste.

“I’m just saying people shouldn’t look for a handout when there are literally thousands of skills they could learn to make their lives easier. Why are we using our tax dollars for the lazy?” Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze boring holes into you as you stared him down. Oh curse your stupid resolve, why did this fucker know you so well, you literally just met! Before you could stop yourself, you were speaking.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid? That is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Education and healthcare are a human right!” Your voice was louder than usual, startling Hoseok and Jimin as you suddenly stood up, walking over to where a smug looking Namjoon and a confused Jungkook sat on the floor.

“I’m not, but you must be, to not realize that we could invest in teaching people skills to make money instead of just giving them money. Don’t tell me you’re a communist.” He sipped his drink, his eyes dancing with mirth, relishing the fact that he had gotten you to argue. And argue you did, for over an hour, the room forgotten as the two of you discussed social policies and taxation laws, ignoring Jungkook’s protests (“We live in a social democracy!”). You could feel the fire in your veins as you raised your voice, while he calmly discussed the matter at hand. Even though Namjoon was the most infuriating person you had ever met, the fact that he kept up with your arguments was extremely satisfying. Your friends knew you were the kind of person to debate a point until all the sides were uncovered so they would never start an argument with you, and as much as you hated Namjoon, you loved that he was such a great sparring partner.

“Oh my god! Shut the fuck up!” Jimin yelled suddenly, breaking you and Namjoon out of your bubble, as you looked at your usually bubbly friend, staring daggers at you. You sheepishly apologized, just as the countdown began.

Everyone stood and you followed suit. However the alcohol in your body decided to catch up as you stumbled, instinctively grabbing on to Namjoon’s arm to not fall over. As you’ve started to realize is his ammo, he one-upped you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so nice and firm?

The countdown got closer to one and you felt trapped by his gaze, an intense look in his eye as he smirked at you. His eyes travelled from your eyes to your lips and you felt as if your chest was getting tighter.

“Three!” your friends yelled, but your mouth felt too dry to speak up. You licked your lips and Namjoon’s smirk widened. Why did you find his arrogant face so attractive all of a sudden? You wanted to punch him not two seconds ago!

“Two!” He started to lean in and despite yourself, you started anticipating his lips on yours. 

“One!” Suddenly, your earlier resolve kicked in. No dude who insulted you all night was going to touch you. You pushed him off turning around to Jungkook.

“Happy New Year!” You pulled your best friend towards you by his collar, giving him a loud peck on the lips as everyone cheered. Jungkook smiled, pulling you into a hug and jostling you around, giving you a chance to catch the dumbfounded look on Namjoon’s face.

You hugged all of your friends in turn, and when Namjoon, still with his mouth slightly ajar, looked at you expectantly, you raised your hand to him with a smug smile. You kind of felt bad for the way he deflated before he shook your hand, but before you could dwell too much on that feeling, he tugged you closer.

“Well played,” he whispered in your ear, his breath ghosting your neck, and you felt heat rising up your neck. You pulled away with a scowl and before he could say anything else, your phone pinged, the screen lit with the last name you wanted to see.

Taehyung (3 messages)

Oh great. What did the fuck did he want?

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Would You Still Love Me?

Hi Everyone! Really miss being on here and I miss seeing all my fellow writers/friends. This idea popped into my head last night (Just a little prompt) and I decided to write about it. Hope you like!

Prompt: After dating Sebastian for some time, he’s start to question if you would love him regardless of his celebrity status and why you are staying with him despite how hard life can get. While it does put a lot of pressure on your life, you assure Seb that he is the best thing that has ever happened to you. :)

Warnings: PURE FLUFF. If you can’t handle the cuteness, you should still read haha. Maybe some slight angst/swearing.

Silence. That’s all you felt and heard as you lay quietly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. ‘Where is he?’ you kept asking yourself. With a quick leap, you pushed the covers aside and got out of bed to look out the window. You stared at the empty driveway, with a hopeful face that soon his car would pull up. 

Shaking your head, you pulled away from the window and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. It was nights like these that you were restless and wished that he was there to lull you to sleep. Stirring the tea bag in your mug, you slouch over the kitchen sill and gaze once more out the window in hopes your sexy man would pull in any second. 

One minute....two minutes...three minutes pass and you give up once more. The tea helped to calm your nerves, so therefore you were starting to feel your body get heavy with sleep. Dragging yourself up to your room, a small tear slides down your cheek and hits the carpet. You knew that dating Sebastian was going to be hard because he was always on the move, but you didn’t know it was going to be THIS hard....especially because you loved him so much. Burying yourself in the thick covers, you feel your body drift into a quiet slumber.

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The next morning rolls around quicker than you wanted, and you wake up feeling heavier than normal. Attempting to pull the covers off of you, you feel an arm stop your motion and pull. Wrapped up in pillows and blankets on the side of you was none other than your hunky boyfriend, Sebastian Stan. You smile at his sleepy state and squeal, “Seb! You’re home!!!” He murmurs something and you try to take the covers off so you can hug him. He groans and peeks at you with one eye open. “Ugh, y/n. Please babe, give me like a few more minutes.” You smiled and ruffled his messy hair. Rolling over so he can spoon you, you pulled Seb’s naked arm over you and fell peacefully asleep.

Well....a few more minutes turned into hours and you were thankful that you had the day off. This time when you woke up, no one was on the side of you. You patted the right side of the bed and no Seb. It wasn’t until you heard the clank of plates that you figured out he was in the kitchen. You threw on one of his shirts that still smelled like his favorite body wash, and trudged downstairs. It was a point in your relationship that you and Seb didn’t care what you looked like in the morning...and you were very grateful of that. 

Rounding the corner, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of your eyes. A shirtless Sebastian was swaying his hips to Shakira and was flipping around pancakes. This is the side of Seb that you appreciated Hollywood didn’t know about. He was everything you wanted and even more perfect when he wasn’t in his “celebrity” mode. 

Seb’s out of tune singing pulled you away from your thoughts and you began laughing out loud. He turned around quickly and nearly dropped the pancakes that were in his hand. “Jesus, babe!! You didn’t have to sneak up on me like that!” You giggled and rushed over to wrap your arms around the blushing man in front of you. You peppered his face with kisses and ran your hands up and down his toned bidy. “Oh, did I just scare the Winter Soldier himself?! I must be stealth.” You patted his butt and sat down at the table. He smacked yours back as you turned around, earning a small yelp from your mouth.

He laughed and brought a plate of pancakes over to you. “Yea, I may be a ninja on screen but in real life, I am the biggest scaredy cat. You should know this hun.” You smirked and started drizzling the maple syrup over your food. You thought Seb was going to join you but he just stood there watching you eat. Staring at your boyfriend, you gave him a confused look. “You ok there, Soldier?” Seb just shrugged and finally sat down across from you. “Babe, can I uh, can I ask you something?”

You placed your fork down and just kept a blank stare locked on him. “Seb, of course you can. You’re acting a lil weird tho.” He nodded and rubbed his neck. “Would you...” he pauses and sighs “Would you still love me if I wasn’t famous?” He didn’t even look at you after asking, and just kept fiddling with the placemat. You on the other hand were taken back by this question and scoffed. “Seb, of course I’d still love you. What kind of question is that?!”. 

When he looked up at you, tears were lining his eyelids and he blinked to shoo them away. “No, I’m serious y/n. I love you so much and when you agreed to date me, everyone thought that you were just doing it because you were a small town girl and wanted the fame.” Your blood started to get hot and you slammed your hand on the table. “Sebastian Stan!! Are you seriously going to believe a bunch of assholes that have nothing better to do than write rumors about you? I agreed to date you because you were the greatest thing that has happened to me. After all the shit I went through during mom’s death and trying to get an internship with your agent, you were the one thing that kept pushing me forward.”

He nodded and wiped his cheek. “I know babe, but then again I feel so bad dragging you through this journey of fame because of how busy I can be and how much this has to stress you out.” You smiled softly, knowing that he really was upset and all you wanted to do was love him. So you got up from your chair, walked over to him, and crawled into his lap. With a hand on each side of his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehand. “Sebastian Stan, the love of my life, celebrity or not, I am going to love you forever and ever. You are worth every night that I am alone, every tear, every smile, and every moment we share together. I am beyond honored to be your girlfriend and will always be here when you need me, baby.” 

That’s all he needed to hear. Seb swooped you up from his lap and smothered your face with kisses. You both were a giggling and kissing mess until he abruptly got down on one knee. “Y/f/n y/l/n, then would do me the honors and become my one and only Mrs. Stan?” When he opened the tiny box, your breath was taken away when you saw your mother’s wedding ring glistening back at you. Tears poured down your face and you smiled. “Yes, my Sebby, I’ll be yours forever”. He smiled greatly and spun you around. “SHE SAID YESSSS!!!!”

You couldn’t stop laughing by how much of a kid he could be sometimes. As you stood there admiring your mom’s ring, a thought popped into your head. “Wait a second, this has been with my dad ever since she passed away. How did you manage to get a hold of it?” Seb smirked and wrapped you into him again. “Let’s just say it was a long drive and I got no sleep.” You thought....last night. That’s why Seb wasn’t home! He drove all the way to your dad’s place just to get the ring and ask for his blessing. 

Grabbing his face, you stared into the eyes of your future husband. “I love you so damn much, Mr. Stan”. Seb’s eyes shined into yours and he kissed your nose softly. “I love you more Mrs. Stan.” Would you still love Sebastian Stan, the answer.....you would NEVER stop loving him. ;) 

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the love you deserve II

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: almost 3k, ops

Summary: “He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”

It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve. Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly. Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.

Warnings: soft!bucky, hurt!reader, angst, fluff, lying, cheating, drug use, alcohol consumption (including mentions of underage drinking), language that Steve Rogers wouldn’t approve of.

A/N: AU where Civil War and Thanos never happen, Tony forgives Bucky and he retires. This is my very first attempt at writing in English, I’m not a native speaker, so forgive me for any mistakes :)

This is part 2, please comment and reblog and let me know what you think of it :) feedback is always appreciated! I plan on writing at least another part, maybe two.

What do you think of the reader?

Part 1

The day before

Las Vegas, Nevada

Vegas is hot and dry as hell. It’s also a lot of fun, so the movies did not lie about that at least. They did exaggerate how fun the casinos would be tho.

You’re at a pool party, sipping on a drink, silently judging the moves of the sweaty people who are dancing around you.

You just got off a facetime call with Jaime, and god you miss him and Alpine too, but life is good and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, your best friend is getting married to the man she loves and you’re having the time of your life with your girlfriends.

“So, you’re not having cold feet, are you?” you hear Hannah question Jade.

They’re basking in the sun around you.

Jade hesitates as she douses herself in sunblock.

“I gotta say I’m kind of scared but I’ve been dreaming about this for three years, so no? I guess. I don’t know. I love him.”

“That didn’t answer the question.” you observe.

“Are you sure you’re ready to commit to one dick only for the rest of your life?” Raven asks, and you all laugh and roll your eyes playfully.

Ever the commitaphobe, just like you. Well, like you used to be before you met Jaime.

You hate rush hour after work, you hate it so much in fact that you’d rather go to your work’s gym and workout even though you’re exhausted than catch a packed train.

By the time you get to the station most people are home already.

He’s here today.

You’ve seen him quite a lot in the past few weeks. The first thing you noticed about him is the way he seems to fold in on himself, his hunched shoulders and lowered head.

His bad posture aggravates you beyond reason, and you just wish you could go there and straighten his back without looking like a weirdo. But you can’t, so you just admire from afar like the good creep you are.

He’s always wearing a baseball cap over luscious but questionably greasy hair, huge winter jackets and leather gloves; still, underneath all that it’s clear he’s handsome. You always had a thing for men built like brick houses.

Today is the day, you think, today is the day I finally strike a conversation with the guy, it’s now or never.

Truth is, the loneliness he exudes breaks your heart and the way people avoid him like he’s got the plague enrages you for no particular reason. Somehow the ever indifferent New Yorkers would rather stand on a moving train than sit next to him, and that something about that that irks you way too much.

You really don’t understand why. Sure he’s intimidating, he’s a huge man, but he’s quiet and calm and he smiles softly when he spots a dog on the train. He gets off at same stop you do and no matter how isolate the station and the streets are by the time you get home, even if you two are the only ones there, you’ve never felt uneasy.

So you go and sit next to him, you smile when he looks up in surprise and you say hi.

He stutters an ‘evening ma’am’ and you’re proud of yourself because you’ve got it in you to made the big scary guy blush like a schoolgirl.

“Not to be a creep or anything but I’ve seen you around quite a lot, we commute together almost every day.” You chuckle and you introduce yourself.

“I uhm-” he’s cute when he furrows his brows “ I’m Jame- Jaime. I’m Jaime.”

You smile at the memory.

Jaime turned out to be a lot less shy than anticipated. He was a stuttering mess on the first few dates but the more you got to know him, the more he opened up to show his true sarcastic, snarky nature, whilst still being a gentle giant and an absolute sweetheart.

He’s thoughtful, cocky and sweet at the same time. He makes you melt in a puddle whenever he snuggles Alpine on the inside of his jacket, and the rumble of his voice is enough to make your brain short circuit and your panties dampen.

“There goes that look again, you’re such a love sick fool.”

“Oh God, you should see her when she’s with her precious Jaime, they literally have heart eyes, they’re so cute together it makes me sick to my stomach.”

You laugh and shake your head at Raven’s and Jade’s teasing.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, you should have seen yourself the day you met Matt, bitch, you looked like you’d never seen a man before. I ain’t forget.” you retort.

Hannah laughs and adds “When are we going to meet mystery man? It’s not fair that Jade only to got to see him. And word on the streets is that he’s real pretty.”

“When you three learn how to behave. But I can show you a picture, just please don’t be weird about it.” you finally relent after five months of avoiding the topic.

“He’s very, very hot ladies.” Jade quips.

You send her a side glance (goodnaturedly of course) and show them how pretty your sweet boy is.

Raven’s jaw goes slack as she clutches your phone and gawks at the picture.

“Lucky bastard, he’s literally the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, where did you find him and how did you convince him to be with you of all people?”

You laugh at Raven’s blunt remarks. They playful banter between the two of you has been going on since freshman year of college.

“Now I get why you have that dumb love struck face on you at all times.” Hannah adds.

Grace tho, she’s unusually quiet, and she stares at him with a scowl on her face. Her eyes travel slowly from your phone to your face, and the anticipation to know the reason why is killing you.

“Uhm, you’re dating him? And you said his name is Jaime?” she hesitates.

Whatever is going to come out of her mouth, you already know you’re not going to like it.

“Look, maybe I’m wrong and I’m mistaking him for someone else but I’m pretty positive I’m right and, ah” Another pause, you’re about to faint. “There’s no way to break it down to you in a way that won’t hurt but” she sighs “he’s lying to you.”

Ice fills your veins. You can feel dread crawling up your spine.

Is he someone else’s boyfriend? Are you the other woman or is he cheating on you? Is he a professional scammer?

“What the hell are you talking about Gracie?” Jade almost shouts, and you’re one heartbeat away from fainting.

Grace looks at you with all the pity in the world and you want nothing more than to erase that expression from her face.

“He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”

The world around you stops spinning for a second as the ring in your ears get louder. You just wish the ground could open up and swallow you whole.

All of a sudden you start laughing hysterically like she’s told the funniest joke you’ve ever heard, you laugh so ugly that a few heads turn in your direction and give you funny looks, so loud that your friends are startled and even more worried.

Jaime, your sweet baby boy who adopted a three legged blind cat no one else at the shelter wanted to save him from being euthanized.

Jaime who volunteers at the VA with his pal Sam to help war vets reintegrate in society after they get back home, because he knows what it’s like to have your life turned around, to find yourself with no commands to obey all of a sudden and more trauma than you know what to do with. He knows what it is like to know no peace, to sleep a couple hours a week until you’re hallucinating so bad you’re begging the universe to just end your suffering.

It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve.

Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly.

Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.

He goes grocery shopping for the elderly couple next door whose kids never visit, because they are too weak, too sick, too tired to leave the house.

“I’m sorry sweetie, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have know.”

Grace hands you a phone, open on his Wikipedia page.

Jaime’s sky-blue eyes stare back at you.

You really let him play a number on you, didn’t you?

You feel a hot surge of blinding anger and you want to tear the world apart, you want to take Jaime- no, not Jaime, James and bitch slap him in the face so damn hard you convey the humiliation you’re feeling right now, knowing that the man you love and thought you knew lied to your face for five fucking months.

Did he ever consider coming clean, revealing his true identity?

Was he ever planning on telling you? Or would he move in with you, wake up and go to bed with you every day feeding you lies upon lies?

Would you end up married to a man that doesn’t exist and have kids with a ghost?

Grow old with a guy who said he was 33 but is actually 99?

Would he never get undressed in front of you? How was he planning on hiding is metal arm? Surely one day you’d be intimate and you would see it? The whole “I want to wait cause I’m old fashioned like that” would eventually need to stop.

Or maybe it wasn’t a serious relationship at all for him, not in the way it was for you. Not in the way you wanted to spend the rest of your days loving him and making him the happiest man alive. Not in the way you were ready to commit to him, body and soul, for all eternity.

Now the endearing terms he used to call you, his babydoll, his little doll, they taste bitter on your tongue.

A doll, literally. A little toy to play with and toss aside once he got bored of his little game.

Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?

It reminds you of that time in your junior year of college, you were dating this guy back then, and you liked him, he was fun, the sex was good, he supported you in your endless hours of cheer practice.

One day he told you he was sick and couldn’t make it to your afternoon study date. That same night you ran into him at a frat party with his friends. Wasn’t so sick after all.

You broke up on the spot, shed a few tears while your teammates held you and moved on with your life with your head held high, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life no matter how many curveballs the universe throws your way.

You vividly recall what hurt the most: the feeling of being lied to and toyed with. The hot humiliation that burns your cheeks and makes your eyes water when you realized you have yet again misplaced your trust. The inevitable question that plague you for days on end: what else did he lie about? How could I be so damn stupid?

His name was Tommy, and sometimes in the following years your first instinct when a man told you anything was to obsess over whether they were being honest or not. Until Jaime, that is, you trusted Jaime with your life, you would never question him, and look where that got you.

You’re aware you’re overthinking and maybe overreacting at this point, and that wailing in your own misery while your girlfriends are out having fun in a club is doing you no good, nor is it changing your current predicament. But you never listen to the voice of reason, and you won’t start today.

The room feels too hot and too cold at the same time.

You’re sweating but your body is shaking. You’re breathing but the air you inhale won’t reach your lungs. You’re blinking your eyes frantically but you only see darkness. You hear your own heart beat out of your chest.

It seems like the room you’re in is closing down on you and there’s no space left, you’re being crushed by those walls around you, you’re drowning, you’re suffocating.

Is this what heartbreak feels like, or is it just a heart attack?

Turns out it’s a panic attack, you know because you typed your symptoms on Google.

You are painfully aware you’re spiralling out of control.

Get a grip.

All you can think about is how you want him to suffer, you want him to feel the same humiliation you’re feeling right now. You want him to feel his chest compress, his throat tighten, you want him to know what it’s like when your heart is breaking in a thousand pieces and you can’t even breathe.

You want his world to come tumbling down on him and crush him under the weight of his mistakes.

You don’t care why he did it. You don’t give a single fuck about his reasons.

Because the truth is, no matter who he was in his past life, no matter how many he killed or tortured, you would have loved him all the same. You would have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders if it meant he could sleep soundly at night.

But he didn’t give you a chance to.

And because you never fucking think before you act, you put your best dress on a join the girls at the club they’re at, and you hope the tequila is going to drown your sorrow and dull the pain burning you from within.

Tonight you don’t want to feel anymore.

Four months ago.

Brooklyn, New York.

Every morning, Bucky wakes up at 5.30 am and joins Steve Rogers on his jog around the neighborhood, and every morning without failure Bucky is grumpy about it. He hates the early mornings, especially in the winter, but he can’t find it in himself to refuse Steve anything.

Steve is smart and too observing for his own good and he knows that something has changed. He knows it in the way Bucky’s steps are louder and bouncier, his back is straighter, his smile is easier, his eyes shine brighter.

He knows it because underneath the sandalwood scent of Buck’s deodorant and the musky smell of his sweat, he can sometimes detect the less pungent fragrance of coconut and peaches.

“So, who is she?”

The question catches him off guard. Bucky stops dead in his track and looks at his friend like a deer caught in the headlights.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

At that he has the decency to blush.

“She’s- she’s perfect. I met her on the ride home from the shelter. ‘member when we were kids, we used to dream about the future? I swore I’d get myself a pretty wife and love her for the rest of my days and have a bunch of kids?”

“Yeah, I used to tell you you’d have to stop dragging me in those god awful double dates, or else you wouldn’t get any of those pretty girls to stick around.”

The two share a bittersweet smile as they reminisce how their life could have been.

“She’s pretty, you know, she’s sweet, she’s a bit of an asshole but the good kind, she’s so damn smart, you know all those science things I used to like before the war? She knows them all. She’s an engineer. I know my Ma would have approved of her, and Becca would have died to have her as a sister.”

“So why’s that long face?”

Bucky snorts.

Of course, how could Captain America understand? People don’t avoid him like he’s got some infectious disease, they don’t give him dirty looks, girls don’t cross the street when they see him, mothers with kids on their hips don’t cover their children as if he was the Boogeyman. “She didn’t recognize me, and well I- I can’t tell her. She wouldn’t want me, and I like her too much to mess this up.”

“Buck.” Steve gives him his best stern look. “You have to tell her, she has a right to know who she’s seeing. If she’s the one she’s going to love you all the same, but don’t lie to her. These secrets can only backfire in the long run. It’s going to ruin your relationship.”

Bucky nods absentmindedly and continues running without uttering another word.

No one could ever love his true self, he thinks bitterly. No one could help him carry the weight of his past on his shoulders.

If only he had known back then how right Stevie would be, he would have told you everything four months ago.

[asongofmarvelanddc]

Sworn Enemies PT2

PAIRING: Alfred X Reader

WORD COUNT: 2914

THEMES: Fluff, Ivar being Ivar.

SUMMARY: Ivar finds out about your secret relationship with Alfred, and Alfred makes you a proposition.

A/N: This is a repost because my old blog got deleted. There’s a few changes tho. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 💛

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

It had been more than two weeks since your talk with Alfred and you had not stopped seeing him despite your little brother's growing suspicions. He made sly comments and stared at you every time you were in his presence. You knew you weren't doing what he thought you were doing, but you still found yourself feeling guilty. That was because you knew that your relationship with Alfred was a greater betrayal than giving up battle secrets.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Alfred's blue eyes flicked up from your intertwined hands to look into yours. 

"You ask me that question every day before we part," you smiled softly at his question, "You know better than to ask me." You leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, his hand cupping your cheek. When you pulled away, his hand didn't leave your cheek.

"I shouldn't feel like this," he murmured, his eyes looking into yours as his thumb stroked your cheek softly. You swallowed thickly at the intensity of his stare.

"Feel like what?" you whispered, your voice coming out huskier than you had intended it to, but Alfred was unfazed.

"Like I love you," he said almost in a daze, then his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze focused on yours again, "I love you." 

You let out a breath at his confession and dropped your eyes to the damp ground. Aside from your father, your mother and every brother with the exception of Ivar, no one had ever told you they loved you. No one. That was probably the reason why you felt hot tears prickling in your eyes. 

"You do?" you felt your eyes well up as he nodded, a small smile gracing his lips, "I do too...I love you."

A wide grin broke out on your face at the realisation. Alfred leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, but before he had a chance to pull away, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips against his. He pulled you flush against his chest as he kissed you back with just as much passion and fire in your hearts. 

Your hands left his face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. You wanted to keep yourselves locked in this embrace, and you knew that without the extra encouragement, Alfred would have pulled away long ago.

During your heated kiss, you heard a crackle behind you, and apparently Alfred heard it too, because he pulled away from you just as abruptly as you did him. Your head snapped around to look behind you.

"Did you hear that?" Alfred whispered to you, his eyes looking in the same direction yours were.

"Who's there?" you called out. You listened as more footsteps retreated quickly and you turned to Alfred with alarmed eyes.

"You should go back to your camp, Alfred," you said, your voice panicked as you tried to push him to go, "It's not safe."

"They could be my men, then it's not safe for you," he gripped your upper arm to stop you from heading towards danger.

"I don't mean to insult your men, but I have no doubt that I can handle them," you smiled, your hand resting on the axe on your hilt. He looked down to where your hand rested and smiled.

"I forget your women are not like ours," he said before leaving. You knew you could handle Alfred's men, what terrified you was the thought of your men spying on you, and you felt sick at the thought of them reporting what they had witnessed to your brother.

                           __________________________

You walked into Ivar's version of the Great Hall in Kattegat and felt eyes staring at you as you walked towards his high table. He was sitting on it, legs dangling in front of him as he had some leftover meat from the meal he had just finished. Hvitserk stood somewhere to the left of you, leaning against a wall. His eyes followed you as well, but he didn't look angry, he looked...disappointed.

But Ivar...He didn't look like anything. Over the years, he had learned to conceal every single emotion he felt with what others would call an ‘evil grin’. He believed that since he already had a weakness, in the form of his legs, his emotions shouldn't be one too. The only way to tell what he felt was by looking into his eyes. From where you stood, you couldn't see them, so you didn't know what he was feeling right now, but you could guess: betrayal.

"Where have you been? Hm?" he asked once you stopped in front of him. He leaned forward, and at your silence, he simply shrugged and ate another piece of meat.

"I will tell you where I've been, hm?" he raised his eyebrows looking almost amused, "I went for a walk to...stretch my legs," he joked, garnering a few laughs from the audience, "Imagine my surprise when I found my dear, sweet sister in the arms of a Christian Prince."

Oh.

The rustle in the leaves wasn't Ivar's men. It was Ivar.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you looked down at your feet guiltily.

"The son of the man who is leading the slaughter of our men right now," he chuckled, but then his voice changed - it became harder, "The grandson of the man who sent our father to his death." 

Your eyes snapped up to meet Ivar's and you found that they were bluer than ever. He had dropped the tight, fake smile and replaced it with a scowl. Never had you ever been afraid of Ivar in your life.

Until now.

"Why?" he asked, his voice sounding sinister. You looked away from him again and avoided the gaze of the other men and women in the room.

"He's not the man you think he is," you whispered, but gaining more courage, you looked up to Ivar, "His father and grandfather's sins are not his own."

"'Sins'?" his eyes narrowed and you knew what he was thinking - that you sounded just like them.

"He's a good man," you said, defending Alfred before your brothers and your army.

"He's a Christian," Ivar spat the word in disgust, anger evident in his eyes. You frowned and jutted your chin out. Suddenly, you weren't afraid anymore. The truth in your words helped to build your confidence.

"The man our father trusted and loved more than anyone else in this world was a Christian," you reminded him of Athelstan, a man Ivar never met. Ivar's left eye twitched as he sat back and stared at you with hard eyes.

"If you are going to kill me for my betrayal, little brother," you stepped forward so you were at least closer to him as you whispered, "Go ahead and do it." You stayed there in that position, waiting for him to react and when he didn't, you felt as though you had won.

You turned around and began to walk briskly out of the hall, but as soon as you reached the doors, you felt two men at your sides grab each of your arms. You struggled against their holds, but even you knew that it was no use.

                           __________________________

The men dragged you to the dungeon underground and chained you to the wall. Ivar had told you that before he and your father parted, Ragnar was kept in a place just like this one. You didn't know whether it was the setting or the fact that you were sure your death was looming, but you felt closer to your father than you had in a long time.

You heard footsteps outside the dungeon, and from the grunting and shuffling, you knew it was Ivar. He appeared in front of the barred door, two men at his sides to hold him up, but he grabbed onto the bars as they opened it before he dismissed them.

Once the men were gone, he let himself drop to the ground. You watched silently as he crawled towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You were sure he was trying to intimidate you. He kept crawling until he was beside you before propping himself up into a sitting position and leaning against the wall next to you.

You were both silent for a moment. You didn't know why he was not speaking, because it seemed like talking was Ivar's favourite thing to do.

"There is going to be a battle here tomorrow," he suddenly broke the silence and you turned to look at him. His eyes were on the floor, and he looked dazed.

"Many people will die, and most of them will be Saxon," he said, letting out a little chuckle as he turned to look at you with glee in his eyes, "What I have planned, they will never see coming."

"We will take them completely off guard, and they will die in the hundreds," he continued with a small shrug, "You better pray to the Gods, to Freya, that I don't catch your Saxon Prince. Because if I do, I won't spare him."

You gasped at his statement and watched wordlessly as he pushed off from the wall and began to crawl out of the dungeon.

"All my life, I have done nothing but love you," you began and he froze, "Despite the horrible things you would say to me, and our brothers. Despite mother treating you like a King and leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves. Despite you murdering our brother."

Ivar's whole body tensed at the mention of Sigurd, but he still didn't turn around to look at you.

"I loved you through it all," you choked back a sob, "Why are you doing this me?" 

He turned around slowly, his eyes soft.

"Dear sister, don't you see?" his head tilted to the side, and he looked...caring, "I'm doing this because I love you."

A gasp escaped your lips. This was the first time you'd ever heard him say he loves you. The second time you'd ever heard him say he loved anyone. 

Without another word, he turned around and crawled out of the dungeon, his men barring the door after him.

                           __________________________

You didn't see anyone again until the next night. You had heard the fighting earlier in the day, and from the cheers after hours of gnawing on your nails and balled up fists, you gathered that your people had won. You had waited in agony for Ivar to come down with news. Any news.

The waiting was the torture. You wanted to know Alfred's fate whether he was alive or not. That was the only thing you cared about since Ivar had left you alone the day before. You had not slept a wink all night and day, the thought of food never even crossing your mind. You thought he would come down to brag abut murdering your love, if he had killed him, but it had been hours and not one person had come down.

It was nightfall when someone finally did. Ivar sauntered in on his crutches with two men who brought food for you. They dropped it along with water in front of you, but you pushed them aside as you stared at your brother, waiting for him to speak. After a minute of you staring at him, he finally did.

"What?" he asked in fake confusion, his eyebrows raised.

"Ivar!" you yelled at him and pulled at your chains, but he didn't even flinch. He simply let out a hearty laugh.

"Calm down, sister, I have good news," he smiled at you, and your heart leapt to your throat. Good news for you, or for him? From the smirk on his face, you guessed it was the latter.

"We are going back home. Tomorrow," he smiled with mischief in his eyes, and for a moment, it looked like he had been possessed by Loki himself. As soon as he announced that, he turned and began to limp out of the room.

"Ivar!" you called out to him angrily and he let out an annoyed sigh and turned to look at you, "Is he dead? Alfred...Did you kill him?" 

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes already. You were pleading with him to tell you the fate of the man you loved, and he could not even give you that. He simply narrowed his eyes at you, before limping out of the room.

That was when you realised your punishment. It wasn't this dungeon. It wasn't even going back home. It was never knowing what happened to Alfred.

                           __________________________

It had been a month since you had returned to Norway, but you were at Vestfold, King Harald's Kingdom. Ivar had still refused to tell you Alfred's fate, even though he saw how much not knowing had devastated you. You barely spoke to anyone, not even Hvitserk who was adhering to Ivar's wishes and refusing to tell you Alfred's fate either.

Your violent self had taken over, and with a refusal to talk to anyone, came a hatred for everyone around you. Anything as minor as someone standing in your way when you wanted to walk past would cause you to snap and injure someone.

Which was the reason why you chose isolation. You were at the river bank, cleaning your sword as well as sharpening it, when you heard footsteps behind you. In the blink of an eye, you were standing upright with your sword pressed against the stranger's neck.

"Who are you?" you asked as you eyed the man. He had long black hair and a scruffy beard, but something about his eyes made you believe he wasn't one of you. He wasn't Viking.

"Forerynel êow Y/N?(Are you Y/N?)" he asked, his eyes narrowing at you. 

"Gêse yfel. ðêos ârweorðung êower?(Yes I am. Who are you?)" you demanded his identity as you pressed the sword against his throat harder. You assumed he noticed the uncertainty in your tone, because he began speaking in your language.

"King Alfred sent me," he said and you felt your throat hitch. Did he just say what you think he did?

"King Alfred?" you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes as the man handed you a letter, "I thought he was the Prince?"

"He was. The King died, and Prince Aethelred declined the throne," the man answered and you struggled to control your breathing. 

You thought about the possibility of this being an elaborate hoax set up by Ivar and you imagined him hiding behind the trees, laughing to himself. The thought made you feel sick.

The seal on the letter was not broken, so you knew this man was trustworthy, however, when you read the letter, you thanked the Gods that this man had not read it, because if he had, you doubted he would have brought it to you.

Y/N,

I hope this finds you well.

When I didn't see you again after that day, I assumed that your brother had discovered us. I was hoping to find you some way, but then I found out that you had returned home. No doubt your brother’s doing.

But I’ve been doing some thinking, and it doesn’t have to end like this. What I'm going to ask of you may seem impossible at first read, but I want you to consider awhile before you make a final decision. 

Come to Wessex and marry me. Together, we can come to a solution about this war that your brother and I could never reach. We can bring our people together, the way your father and my grandfather failed to do so many years ago.

But above all that, I love you, Y/N, and I want you by my side.

Please consider my request. I will wait for you, however long it takes.

-Alfred

You noticed the royal stamp beside his name, and it made his words all the more real. You hadn't realised you were crying until you finished reading. You wiped your eyes and dried your cheeks before looking up, only to find that the man was gone. Back to Wessex, probably. You looked down at the letter in your hands with a heavy heart. 

You had never felt more relief in your life. 

Alfred was alive. 

A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you dropped to your knees. You lay down flat on the ground as you absorbed everything Alfred wrote. You had a choice to make.

Your brothers. Or your lover.

[twit-moonstar]

as long as we’re together - brian may x writer!reader

N/A: This is purely a self-indulgent fic I wrote mainly for myself, but I though it be nice to share and see what happens. First half of it it’s just y/n having a crisis, tho, and the second part is like domestic fluff. hope u enjoy! comments, reblogs and likes are greatly apreciated <3

As if being an adult wasn’t difficult enough, you had the dream of becoming a published author and, before starting to try to write, you hadn’t thought about the bohemian lifestyle you would have to face and embrace.

Your parents had pushed you—well, forced seemed a more appropriate word—to study Law, but after a few months after starting you dropped it. It wasn’t what you wanted, you were constantly stressed and unhappy by the prospect of the future that waited for you once you graduated.

Abandoning your career, though, meant the extra help your parents offered was snatched away from your hands. Rent wasn’t extremely expensive—you shared a little apartment with Brian and you only paid half of it—, but you still had to buy food and other necessary things.

Without your parent’s income, you had found work as a waitress at a restaurant and started to send your short stories to some newspapers and magazines to get a little extra money.

You had been suffering from a hard writer’s block lately, though.

Rereading for the second time the paragraph that you had already written five times, you ripped off the paper and made it a bun, throwing it on the floor. A new blank sheet confronted you and you decided to throw away your notebook and pencil with fury.

You were at the edge of tears. Not even that glass of cheap wine you swallowed half an hour ago had helped you to take off the feeling of utter desperation and defeat. If anything, it had only made you feel worse.

The words your father spate at you once or twice came to your mind. ‘All writers are just a bunch of alcoholics’. He had never appreciated your art, no one on your family did actually.

They wouldn’t probably support you until they had a properly published book of yours in their hands since your short stories on newspapers did not seem to impress them.

People have the impression that anyone can write but the truth is very few can manage to write words in a way that has any meaning something. Of course, you were starting to doubt you had that kind of talent.

You check the clock on the wall. 1 a.m. Fear starts to creep from your chest to your throat where it left a lump to settle on your head at this hour, usually, if you’re not sleeping.

These quiet moments at night are where you feel the most that you will never make it, that all your dreams are not more than a little dumb girl’s dream. The letter you received today just seems to fuel that thought. 

It’s like running behind a car, you think. You can never be fast enough to reach it, no matter how fast you run. 

You look at the notebook on the floor, just a few steps ahead of where you are sitting. You need to write something and send it to the newspaper tomorrow but nothing you wrote was good enough. You needed the money. You couldn’t allow Brian to pay again for your part, he was as short of money as you; especially now that his band was spending their money in their first album.

"What are you doing?" Brian asks with his arms crossed and his head resting against the wall, one of his curls falling over his eyes, but he doesn’t bother in push it away.

You don’t dare to look at him in the eyes, so instead, you keep your eyes down. "Just writing," you mutter.

He enters the living room, sitting next to you on the sofa. "Something is bothering you, isn’t it, my love?" Brian takes a lock of your hair and puts it behind your ear, then cupping your cheek.

You lean into his soothing touch with a heavy sigh that comes from the deepest of your chest.

"I- I just -" you sobbed and Brian hugged you immediately upon realizing it, his arms drawing you to his chest and one of his hands caressing your back in circles, comfortably. He shushed softly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but you couldn’t hear more than your sobs drowned against his shirt.

Your eyes land on the ripped envelope on the table. You could recite the words on the letter inside by memory by how much you’ve stared at it. 

“What’s wrong?”

I’m a fucking fraud, that’s what’s wrong. What if I’m not good at writing? What if this isn’t what I was meant to be? If I’m not a writer, then who am I? But you can’t bring yourself to say that, the lump on your throat doesn’t allow you, so you just pull away and after taking the letter, you hand it to him. He starts to read with a careful expression. You recite it internally.

‘Dear Y/N Y/L/N Thank you very much for allowing us to consider your novel, which we have looked at with interest. However, I regret that we have reluctantly concluded that we could not publish it with commercial success…’

Did I waste all these years? 

“This is bullshit.”

You don’t expect to hear him curse so angrily, but his brows are furrowed and his usually soft hazel eyes are sparkling with fury.

“You’re extremely talented and your book is amazing! You spent years working on it!”

“Yeah.”

“I think it would be a fucking commercial success,” he states but you bite your inferior lip to avoid the tears from spilling. The editorial doesn’t think that way and seems like the rest of the others who received your novel didn’t either.

At least you got a response. Most people don’t even get that. 

“It’s the only response I’ve got, Bri. I don’t think I’ll ever get published,” you whisper and he throws the letter to the floor and kneels in front of you, wiping away your tears.

“Whatever. I’ve got to keep working,” you reply dryly, cleaning your face with your hands and picking up the notebook and the pen. Brian stares at you.

“No, you’re tired. I’ll prepare you a bath and then you can go to bed,” he states, taking away the notebook from your hands and you whine. 

“Brian! I have to do this!” You say furiously, but he doesn’t even flinch to your elevated tone of voice. You, on the other hand, close your eyes with regret and breath deeply.

“Bri, I’m busy. Let me alone.”

You hate yourself for asking him that because you don’t mean it. Being alone is the exact opposite of what you need, but you decide the money is far more important than your emotional state at the moment. 

You could always cry later.

“No. I know well enough to know what you’re trying to do. You’re overworking yourself while you drown on your self-pity.”

“I’m not doing that,” you say but the quickness on your reply gives you away.

“Please, take a bath,” he asks, taking your hand. 

You shrug. “I guess I could drown in the tub.”

He laughs with little amusement and leaves to return for you after ten minutes. You would be lying if you said the hot water didn’t look appealing. Brian helps you to take off your clothes and you sit on the tub. 

“Please tell me you didn’t use my oils and scents.”

“Uh, I did.”

“That was the last I had! I was saving them for a special occasion!”

“Drowning seems special enough,” he says with a shrug.

“Very funny.”

“What were you trying to write, anyway?”

“A story for the newspaper.”

“Why have you been selling your stories for cents? You know they have much worth than that,” he asks. He reaches for the shampoo, putting a bit on his hands and starting to wash your hair. You close your eyes and let him do it. Brian’s hands always find a way to relax.

“I need the money,” you reply.

“What for?”

“Rent and food.”

“Y/N, you know I can take care of it,” he says, almost reproaching you.

You feel a little uneasy before the idea of Brian paying for you, you didn’t like to ask money borrowed and less if you knew that he would be too gentlemanly to accept your money later, even if he needed it.

“We’re not a married couple in the thirties, Bri. I can’t ask you to pay for me. I don’t even know where did you get the money from last rent. I didn’t cover my part.”

“You don’t need to ask for anything, love.”

“Still, I don’t want you to do that”

“I know you just said we’re not a married couple but as long as we’re together, I’ll support you when you need me, y'know?”

Your eyes teared once again and you smiled as you tried to prevent crying again. How were you blessed with such a kind and considerate man like Brian? You were such a mess, lately, but he never backed off from being a firm yet gentle shoulder to cry on. 

“Thanks. I promise I’ll repay you,” you say. 

“You don’t have to. C’mmon, let’s get you out of the tube before you start to get too wrinkled,” he replies, helping you to stand out. As Brian leaves you to dry yourself, he gets you some comfortable clothes. Once you were dressed, you both lied on the bed, you on Brian’s arms. 

“Tell me about your day,” you said and you felt him smile against your hair. 

“We tried recording a new song today, I’m not quite sure if the name is good, though,” he commented, running his hand through your hair. You closed your eyes and let him ramble about the problems they had with today’s recording.

“You’re falling asleep already?” he asked in a whisper.

“No, I’m listening,” you mumbled but you felt yourself drifting away more and more.

“That’s okay, my love. Sleep.”

“I love you,” you mumbled.

“Love you too,” he replied and you finally fell asleep.

[blakescoven]

Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got a fashion degree and moved to DC to work as stylist assistant. Unexpectedly you meet a familiar face during a meeting and it seems there’s a spark between you two...but things may take a wrong turn.

A/N: Hey lovelies!! This is my first fic EVER, so be nice! Also, forgive any grammar mistake (English isn’t my first language). Since the ending is kinda open, I guess I could write a PART 2. I’m so happy to finally be able to post this one-shot, even though it sucks! I’d appreciate every comment/reblog/DM about it and about how I could actually improve my writing. This is a sort of experiment! I’m still trying to figure out “my style”. Oh and this is important: bold type means flashback, italics are Y/N’s thoughts and // means a few days passed! ENJOY and thank you for reading! I love you.

Warnings: mean!Duncan (just a little), making out and veeery light NSFW, plot!twist, lol I think that’s enough(?)

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31​

You were late again. It happened twice this week. But how could that happen? You had always been a punctual and reliable person, at night you ensured that the alarm was correctly set and you never went to bed too late, afraid to not being able to wake up the morning after. So how could it be possible? Maybe because of your jetlag, but after almost a month, well, this had become a really bad excuse. Then perhaps, the frenetic pace was already affecting you that much, making you too tired to hurry up and get ready. This couldn’t happen again; you were jeopardizing your new dream job because of this straggler behavior. While you were running along the streets of Washington DC, those were your recurring thoughts. Your wheezing and the speeded-up heartbeats, pounding in your hears, were drowning out any deafening noise coming from cars and traffic, which always filled the city driveways.

From the early hours of the day, the avenues were swarming with people going to their office, each of them withdrawn into oneself, busy minding their own business with their smartphones, bringing takeaway breakfast on the other hand. You were way too anxious and distracted from running breathlessly; you had already bumped into three stupid human beings, slowly strolling down the sidewalk like damn sloths. Every single step was followed by a quick glance at your cellphone screen, checking the time and ensuring there was no missed call of your boss.

If you knew anything in this world, it was that you had to take this job seriously, dealing with the fact that your exhausting dues would have allowed your eager ass to work your way up and finally become a fashion designer. So, you didn’t expect any great satisfaction to come very soon. And starting from the bottom was really tough. After years of studying and a well-deserved university degree, you were prepared for whatever the future might have brought. Despite that, you didn’t expect at all to end up in DC, working as a stylist assistant. Sure, this would have opened the door to your real dream job, be part of the style department, designing collections for a luxury brand. You had tried your luck moving to New York, but you ended up broke, with no savings left and no available job opening. For this reason, you decided to take that chance here. You hadn’t made any progress till now though. You were new, yes, but your tasks and assignments were hardly restricted to bring coffee or running around the Capital with tons of garment bags for upcoming fittings.

Finally, after that insane 3km rush, without even stopping for a second - no, you couldn’t afford an Uber ride every time -, you arrived. Your feet hurt like hell, your cheeks covered with scarlet shades like the worst of sunburns and your breath coming in short gasps…and your hair, oh dear Lord, it was a mess. You were sure you were also sweating. Luckily, Richard, your boss, was quite nice to you and somewhat tolerant; he was sincerely impressed by all your efforts, skills and abilities, so much that he wasn’t utterly certain what you were doing there.

Five minutes past the established hour and, thank God, the client hadn’t arrived yet. You didn’t have much information or details about that meeting. You only knew that you had to help during a fitting for a client, extremely influential on the political scene. He needed a few new looks and outfits for public appearances, interviews, and fundraising events. Of course, you assumed he would have been an old middle-aged white man, with too much money to count and eager for power.

Mr moneybags is getting late tho. Too busy making grands? you thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying to look more presentable, also to not risk damaging the brand reputation.

“Y/N?”

Your calves burned and, in that moment, you thought that bringing extra sneakers would have been a good idea.

“Y/N?!”

Since the client hadn’t arrived yet, maybe you could sit down and rest for a minute on that super comfy booth near the mirror…

“Y/N!!!! HELLOO!!!” Your train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by your boss’ yells, which suddenly caught your attention.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I zoned out! Forgive me, what can I do for you?”

The man, a healthy and elegant 40ish brunette, looked at you concerned “Y/N I know it’s hard to settle down, but I need you to be 100% focused today. The man who’s coming is a big deal for us, he’s a powerful figure in Washington politics! He has recently taken her mother’s place as CEO of the family company. So, I want us to make a good impression!” after saying that, he looked at you from head to toe, a bit baffled.

“So…” he continued “…I need you to – in that moment you really hoped you were about to receive a major task, finally a turning point – ..to run to the bar across the street and buy some coffee, and come back quickly!” All your expectations fell apart in a sea of disappointment. “Hurry up!”

You put on a forced smile and went straight to the exit.

After having waited in line for centuries, you figured that probably the client had to have arrived, and therefore, just as you had started your day, you came back running as fast as you could, to save time.

You were holding the coffee cups in your left hand, while you were struggling to turn off your phone, which had started ringing. Opening the glass door with your hip, you were still trying to silence the ringtone, this, without even minding where put your feet up. Ugh, mom, stop calling me...always the worst timing! you screamed in your own mind, frowning. Before you could slow down your steps, one of your heels didn’t grip well the lacquered floor, making you stumble and trip. A sudden change in your balance and you couldn’t avoid slipping forward, causing the not-so-angelic flying of coffee directly on the special guest of the situation.

Damn it.

And to make matters worse, you fell to the ground, cursing the day you were born. Hell no, it can’t have really happened to me. You had just made a complete ass of yourself. You would have rather sink below the waves into the oblivion.

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know h-how it happened!” you were apologizing, still keeping your eyes fixed on the once-full cups rolling down the parquet, next to your badly chipped mobile touchscreen.

“The floor must be slippery…please let me make it up to you, I ca- ” you stopped all of a sudden when you lifted your gaze, for the first time since you had stepped in. Standing in front of you there was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, like two burning flames almost forming deep holes in your soul.

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

He was tall and his toned arms were easily visible through the once-white shirt. Now that expensive fashion piece was all covered by a huge stain of hot coffee. And it was your fault. You were speechless. Your attention all focused on the man’s features. Your gaze was busy running down those perfect shaped cheekbones and the sharp jawline. Oh boy, gods’ gift indeed.

Oddly familiar to you though.

You clearly remained to stare for too long to not be noticed, because the man himself broke the silence.

“Uhm, don’t worry” he seemed taken aback for a second “I’ll send it to the cleaners or I’ll throw it away, I don’t care” he said, immediately composing himself, while carefully unbuttoning the ruined shirt, with those long fingers... You were blushing. His low soothing voice sent shivers down your spine. But his tone was plain, no apparent emotion, he seemed almost indifferent, maybe even a little annoyed. Ah, pompous ass.

Your attention was caught by your boss, who, with a worried voice, while pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, proposed him to choose another shirt among the others and take it as an apology gift. The man accepted, nodding with a crooked smile and with smug remarks about the needlessness of gifts for a man as rich as him.

Cocky asshole! You mused, with a roll of her eyes.

Anxious to change the subject, Richard, started the introductions. “Mr Shepherd, she is my smart – but clearly clumsy – assistant, Y/N” at that very moment that name awoke the memories in your mind.

No. It can’t be true.

“Well, nice to meet you” he remarked “Y/N”, repeating your name like he was tasting it on his own tongue “..or so.” he added, with a stupid smug grin on his breathtaking face. When they shook hands, you felt a sort of jolt and realized you had been holding your breath all this time. You remained silent.

That was the same man you met 6 months ago on the flight you took to go to New York, when you moved for the first time. It was him the influential man of the meeting.

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

//

Duncan. This name was the only thing in your mind right now, while you were lying on the couch, in your little apartment, with a glass of wine loosely resting on your lower lip. Oh my God, did he recognize me? Did he figure out it was me? How had he called me that day? Oh, his angel, right. Fuck.

Your head hurt, but you couldn’t help but keep on repeat your two first meetings again and again in your mind. The Duncan Shepherd from today was completely different, compared to the man you had encountered on that plane.

He hadn’t talked about himself very much, just spilled that he was a businessman traveling for work. You had immediately noticed how mature he was to be in his late 20ish. And incredibly handsome. And charming. And seductive.

Ok, stop.

You still couldn’t understand why you. Among all the attractive available women he could easily have, during all the time of the flight, he had been flirting with you. You. He made you feel sexy, desirable and safe, after a very long time.

It was the first class. You were there because of a lucky misunderstanding. While the plane was taking off, you two had a moment, since he saw you panicking. You had started talking for real only two hours after having left Milan. The conversation started casually, then developed into a flirty game. Little did you knew that a few hours later, you would eventually find yourselves making out so much intensely, whilst the rest of the passengers was sleeping with lights off. This wasn’t like you; you were strangers after all. Damn, you only knew his first name. But you couldn’t help your crazy attraction towards him. A sort of electricity, a particular connection that you had never felt with anybody else in your life.

You were staring off into space, completely lost in your inner thoughts, while biting hard your lip and fidgeting with the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You nervously swallowed and closed your eyes. Your hand began to move from the fabric and wander over your bare legs, brushing them with your fingertips. Throwing back your head and swallowing again, you frowned and sighed. You couldn’t make those thoughts disappear. He got under your skin and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake him.

His soft lips on yours, hot and peachy, the trailing of his wet open-mouthed kisses along your throat and the series of marks he was leaving on your skin, on the way down your collarbone. Feeling the smile of the other against your lips as you two kissed. The best feeling in the world. His small moans when you had pulled his lower lips between your teeth, while his hands were touching and roaming all over your body, as if he wanted to memorize each spot, each curve, each part of you. “Baby I wish it was just the two of us right now, damn, I want you so badly” he whispered. God, if they had been alone, you’d have gone further for sure. You were both turned on, you could tell, especially from the prominent bulge on his designer pants. All you wanted was to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, panting in his hear and feel his hot breath all over you. Intense was the craving to undress him, feel his skin against yours. Shit, it was like a living a dream.

The meeting had been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. The situation was quite unpleasant. What you were supposed to do now?

//

Judgment Day had come. You hadn’t slept at all, all night spent tossing and turning between the sheets and looking at the ceiling. How were you supposed to act now? Should you have mentioned anything? What was really killing you, was the feeling that ‘your moment’ had meant nothing for him. Yes, after 6 months, you had gone over it, also because you had no idea how to contact him. But after seeing him again, all the buried thrills came rushing back. You absolutely needed to test the waters today. What did you have to lose? Well, your dignity maybe. If he wanted to, Duncan could have easily said something. And of course, a man of his status could have anything, or anybody, he wanted. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe not.

Since it was almost dawn, and the sun was peeking through the blinds, creating a delicate play of lights and shadows on the curtains, you decided you could actually distract yourself choosing what to wear for the meeting. You shouldn’t have done it. Your bedroom had become a battlefield, all your clothes scattered all over it, like some lifeless leftovers of the closet, now empty. Almost like a little bomb went off. You kept trying combinations on combinations, each time taking off the pieces and throwing them away anywhere around you, as if you were on the verge of a breakdown. It was still a business meeting; you couldn’t dress up too revealing or doll up too much. But at the same time, you’d never give up on being yourself and express your personality through what you wore. Respecting yourself was the most important thing. Self-love. However, this didn’t solve the problem at all. You wanted to appear at your best, challenge him, in a subtle way.

On your way to the office, an unexpected call tuned you away from your own thoughts.

“Richard! Good morning! Are you calling me for coffee? Because I’ve already stopped off at the bar, now tell me who is the best assistant in the whole world?! And I’m not even late!” your smile vanished as soon as your boss answered.

“WHAT?! What does it mean you won’t be there today?” Your heart skipped a beat and started pumping so much blood through your veins, that you felt as a heatwave was rushing inside of you. “W-well if you have family issues, we agree that it’s necessary to postpone the gathering..I-” your eyes widened at the realization that you’d be alone. With Duncan.

You almost fainted on the spot.

“I’m sure you can handle it on your own! You can still reach me with a phone call, if you ever need me. Plus, don’t you think this would be the right chance to prove yourself and finally level up, get noticed and considered for that vacant position in the style & design dep.? My money’s on you, girl!”

How could you blame him, though? He was always so encouraging.

You sighed through the phone, so he added “Look, it won’t be hard. Remember that Mr Shepherd is in your hands. We have to turn him into one of the brand advocates; he’s young, a self-made man, the best choice to promote the brand awareness. It’s up to you now.”

Wow, that’s very reassuring you figured, shaking your head.

“Ok, you can do this, I have to go now, let me know how it goes. Bye!” Fuck.

“W-wait! I can’t do that withou-” he has already hung up. Looking up to the sky and letting out a frustrating grunt, you allowed yourself a childish whine and mumbled a ‘why me’.

Now you were standing outside the building, trying to collect yourself before entering. You were wearing an oversized see-through blouse, tucked in a black knee-length skirt, and an *accent color* blazer with rolled-up sleeves, to complete the look. You were ready to fight. No more clumsy bullshit.

Breathe, remember to breathe you reminded yourself, looking at the elevator door.

You strode next to the receptionist’s desk, Tiffany, or, as you liked to call her, ‘Crazypants’; since her eyes were always so disturbingly wide open – Does she ever blink? – and her hair painfully pinned back, so tight that must have hurt her. She seemed a cross between a barbie and a psycho killer. As soon as you walked by her desk, Crazypants greeted you overly excited, calling you with her earsplitting high-pitched voice. You put on your fakest smile and replied,

“Morning Tiff, uhm, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have work to-”

“The client is already here. He’s waiting for you in the fitting room” she winked. Hell, you hoped your blushing wasn’t so obvious, you couldn’t even have a few minutes to be psychologically prepared. Well, maybe better pull off the band-aid.

“Thank you for warning me! I’ll be right there” you answered. Not even before your exams you felt all this pressure.

Why is it always so hot?!

Walking along the hallway as if you were going to your own execution, you found yourself in front of the door of the rehearsal room. You gently opened it and entered. Do you know when, at some point in movies, there’s a slow-motion moment with background music?! There it was. Precisely. He had his back turned, gazing the skyline through the glass wall. And the second he heard the clicking of a pair of heels, he turned his head, smiling at you and looking intensely at your figure. You were about to die for real now.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His hair perfectly styled, his hot stubble,... Oh, that stubble was your weakness. You could already feel it between your legs and…

“Hey hey, easy with that” he teased with his deep honeyed voice, pointing the take-out coffee cups you were holding. You winced and giggled

“I’ll never stop apologizing about that, ehm, incident…but if you want one, go ahead!”

You looked at each other smiling for a while, until you had to break the silence and eventually get down to business. “So, I guess it’s better if we start…Mr Shepherd, so then you’ll be free to go back to work”, he exhaled and nodded

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

You saw a sort of shift in his features. His face went blank. He adopted a bossier and intimidating position, like last time. Ok, maybe he just wants to keep it professional, I understand.

“When is Richard coming?” he questioned while taking his trench coat off. “To be honest, it’ll just be me today, but it’s all right, you’re in good hands” you slightly smiled. He sighed again and you rose your eyebrow, taking it as an unspoken insult.

“Is there a problem?”

“Well, yes, I didn’t come here to waste my time with a newbie assistant.” Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to get upset darling, this is what you are, after all” he stated shrugging. You were speechless; yes, you were an assistant, but the way he said that, as if you were a dumb zero…What an asshole.

“Oookay, since I’m here..let’s continue” he glanced at you, waiting for her next move. “I agree, you can change in the wa-” you paused; he was literally undressing in front of you.

“What? There’s nothing you’ve never seen...I guess” You were confused…was he teasing you or something? “You should be more professional, I’m saying it for you”, your rage slowly increasing and flowing throughout your entire body. He was a completely different man, with all those unnecessary mean remarks. He gave you mixed feelings. You would have punched him, but at the same time, contemplating his perfectly-shaped heavenly body, his toned muscles, his thighs..you wanted to jump on him, kiss him and be his, in every way possible.

“You’re staring.”

“W-what?! No. I’m waiting for you to finish undressing, so I can give you the first change to wear..”

“Sure.”

You’d already had enough of his attitude. “I suggest starting with this evening suit, since Richard told me you’ll attend a charity gala in a few days.”

“Hush, please, save it. I don’t need all your pointless suggestions. I can handle it by myself.” he seemed almost..angry? You didn’t know how to hit back anymore. Why was he acting like that, all of a sudden? He tried on a few different outfits while you were staying there, silent, shifting your weight from a leg to another, your eyes wandering through the room, your lips pressed into a thin line and your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Duncan, noticing the tapping of your fingers on your thigh, rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look.

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

“Why don’t you do your job and bring me some water, or take notes, or whatever you get paid for?”

“My job is helping you find a set of appropriate clothes for various occasions, trying to create the right mix & match that suits your taste and personality...” you retorted in a plain tone.

“Oh, thanks for the not required explanation, Wikipedia..”

“..but I’m not stupid, I know what a fucking stylist does” he was pushing your buttons.

“If you’d allow me to do my job, instead of questioning me, I could recommend something..”

“No need to whine, baby girl…So do it, instead of staying there like a scared little girl.”

“If relying on someone to select your wardrobe really bothers you..why don’t you choose them by yourself?” you sassed, struggling to remain polite.

“Well, I’ve demanded the help of a professional, not that of a ‘coffee-bringer’…and I’m wasting my time here”.

Ok, that’s enough.

He was still a client, but for you being treated like that wasn’t acceptable anymore. “You know what? I don’t fucking care if I get fired after saying these words. But I’m done with your dumbass comments. You’re a douchebag. I’m trying to do my job and, just because you’re rich and influential, you think you can treat me like that. Like I’m trash?” you were finally giving in to an outburst “The saddest thing is that I really hoped you would remember me. About that moment we shared 6 months ago, on that flight to New York. But obviously, I’ve given it much thought. Turns out that I’m just one of many, aren’t I? I’ve been thinking about you for weeks and when I saw you again, it all came flooding back. I’m so stupid. It’s not your fault, I was wrong to think that day could have really meant something.”

While talking, you were struggling to hold back the tears, you weren’t supposed to look pathetic, but your eyes were already watering. “So, do me a favor: end this meeting now. I’ll call Richard and tell him to take care of you, since you do not believe I’m capable enough to fulfill your needs..”

“..oh and don’t worry about seeing me again, I don’t want anything to do with you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” you spat, entering the small wardrobe room, without bothering to switch on the light, hoping that your angry tears would have remained unnoticed in the darkness and that Duncan would have gone for good. So you started moving crutches on the clothes stand, to make room for those outfits to restock over.

Unexpectedly you felt an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. It was Duncan. He hadn’t left.

His body pressed against yours, you were paralyzed, his arms keeping a firm grip on you. What’s happening? You knew you should have pushed him back and kick him out, but something inside you decided against it. It was like a part of your dumb heart wanted to stay still in that position forever. You two remained silent, until he whispered in your hear, with his hot breath and his cologne filling your nostrils - a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and tobacco.

“I’m sorry..” he sighed. He sounded sincere.

“..I went too far.”

Now your own hands were resting upon his arms. You could feel the heat his body was radiating right now. With a honeyed soft tone, he murmured “Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that having you standing here again, in front of me, stunned me. I didn’t know what to do and I misunderstood your demeanor. I thought you were pretending nothing had happened, or that you didn’t recall that day, or that you simply didn’t care.”

His hold slowly loosened, allowing you to turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, without a word.

“Uhm, I’m not very good at communicating my emotions, but you’re right. I’ve been a dick. You didn’t deserve it, but I was overwhelmed by the attempt to suppress my own feelings. Since I saw you again,”

he paused,

“you are all I can think about.” he admitted, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, but you tried to resist him,

“I hope you’re not trying to play me, because otherwise I’ll smash that stupid hot smirk to the ground.”

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

“God, you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad.” he teased, coming closer.

“What?” you giggled. He stared at your lips “I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you right now…” and unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, pulling you even closer. You inhaled deeply. You were against his warm chest, sculpted to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? You placed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. You froze, from both fear and excitement.

You two stared into each other’s eyes and his breathing quickened as did yours. He slowly leaned in, so his forehead rested against yours. You closed your eyes. Your faces were inches apart now, and he lightly traced your lips with one finger. His other hand placed behind your neck, shortening the distance even more.

Your noses bumped and your mouths matched up slightly-opened, breathing each other’s air directly. He brushed his lips against yours and you freaking loved it. You loved the way your body melted into his. The way your lips perfectly fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way Duncan held you tighter and tighter. It sent shivers down your back. His only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under your layers and feel your smooth skin.

You two broke the kiss for a second to catch your breath. Then he pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense. Duncan lowered his hands down your hips, cupping your ass and dragging you impossibly close. You deepened the kiss swallowing his groan of pleasure as you lost into each other, no space between you two. His hands were exploring your body, while you grabbed his hair tightly to restrain your own moans.

Slowly, you started exploring each other’s mouths with your tongues. Sometimes sucking his lower lip and biting it a little bit. He started kissing your jaw and leaving hickeys on your neck. He didn’t want to let you go, so he pulled you again and kissed you so hard, with much more intensity. He squeezed you, suggesting that he wasn’t going to stop. You didn’t mind at all and continued making out.

He slowly put his hands under your blouse, trying to reach and unhook your bra, eager to run his fingers along your breasts and rub it. You began unbuttoning his button-down, seductively leaving wet kisses and love bites on his chest. He moaned. Then Duncan raised your blouse and took it off completely, so he could see you.

“You’re beautiful” he purred, and started massaging your chest and kissing it hardly, licking and biting gently your nipple. While Duncan was playing with your body, you could only keep on tugging his hair, making his moans vibrate against your body. Then he kneeled down kissing your stomach.

Both of you couldn’t silent your groans anymore, the entire room was filled by sexual noises. But you didn’t care at all. You knew where it was going. Duncan pushed you against a wall, grinding on you and you could clearly feel his hardness pressed against your body. You needed more friction.

“Jump.” he suddenly hinted, and used his veiny arms to hold you up by your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your core was throbbing at that very moment.

But you were brought back to planet Earth right after; that divine feeling was ruined by a pesky thought that clouded your mind.

What if he’s just interested in sex?

He sensed your sudden slowing down. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you remained silent, he brushed his mouth against your temple,

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

then your lips were against his, again. You kept undressing slowly, savoring the moment.

But that damn thought came back, stuck in your mind. And eventually it hit you. “Wait…wait” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

“What’s wrong angel? I did something wrong or..” he questioned worriedly. “No, not at all, it was perfect..but I don’t think this is right.”

“Wait what?! Why?” Duncan replied in disbelief.

“I’m not a yes girl, Duncan. I’m not looking for casual hookups, I really want to know you better and see where this leads us.” you smiled reassuringly, caressing his cheek. You were scared as fuck. Maybe he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship, just random booty calls. But you had to take the risk. You wanted to.

“Uhm..yeah. I guess that sounds fair enough.” he chuckled and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “How about a coffee date? I know a place, it’s quite secluded, to not attract the attention of press and journalists” you tilted your head and frowned,

“What do you mean?”

“Angel, I don’t want you to be targeted by newspapers, they aim to find some dirt on me and make every aspect of my private life public. I prefer keeping a low profile, and put you in an uncomfortable position is the last thing I would want.” “Oh, ok. I got it.” you were a little thoughtful, to be honest. But in that moment, you would have agreed with everything he was saying. You used every inch of strength you had, to stop and not go further. Not that there was anything wrong with that. You just wished to learn more about that handsome man in front of you; his desires, his passions, his values and aspirations.

“I’d better get back to work, they’ll wonder what happened to me.” he smirked. “Yeah, you better hurry up, then” you laughed, while putting your blouse on. “I’m gonna put aside the chosen clothes” you informed, but before you could leave the cramped room, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in his arms, giving a last soft peck on your lips.

“How can I focus now, with the thought of you against me?!”

“You’ll have to make do with the memory..” you shot back “..for now.” you cooed, whispering in his hear.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had exchanged numbers and with all those texts you were sending to each other, you felt like a schoolgirl again. Nothing could have ruined that sensation. Before going back home, Richard called you, questioning you about the meeting, not noticing your struggle to not make disconnected sentences or beat around the bush, to hide your embarrassment. Then, to thank you for having his back, he gave you another assignment: a high-society lady had requested a selection of gowns to choose, to attend a few fundraising events. Another important add-on for your CV. A few more efforts and they would have finally offered you the long-awaited position in the creative team.

//

The consultation had been set up two days later, you had to go to the customer’s penthouse this time. Ugh, lazy rich people. You rang the doorbell and right after you were greeted by a thin blonde girl, all fake boobs and tinted tips, wearing a dress that seemed closer to a long top, rather than an actual dress.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Come in! I’ll be right back” she yelled. You came in holding the garment bag; you were shocked when you found out how actually big the apartment was: super modern, black & white themed and with some art hanging on the walls.

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

“Here I am, sorry for the waiting. I am Madison!” Why rich people seem so reluctant to share their last name with me? you mused, smiling to yourself.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

And then Madison took you to what has to be her large bedroom. Odd. That seemed more like a bachelor to you, but judging wasn’t your thing.

The fitting went smooth as silk. This Madison was a bombshell, every single dress fitted her body as it was sewn on her. For the upcoming event she chose a nude silk dress, that perfectly matched her skin tone. She looked pretty excited for the pick, so much that she started screaming and calling out loud, making you aware that there was someone else around.

“Muffin come here!!! I chose the dress!! It’s perfect oh my God! You must see it before I take it off!”

MUFFIN.

Seriously? Do not laugh, please, do not laugh.

You were biting her lip a little too hard. While Madison kept calling her…muffin, you decided to do something and began packing all the stuff back up into the bag.

“Oh finally, you walk so slow, babe…now, look! What do you think?” Before the man could answer she continued “Oh wait, how rude I am. Y/N, this is my fiancé...”

As soon as you turned around and lifted your gaze, your heart stopped beating.

“…Duncan!”

His smile soon disappeared too, replaced by a shocked and guilty expression, like a deer caught in the headlights. You froze in place.

You were trying to hold back the impending flood of tears, washing it away with your anger. A million different feelings rushed through you, but at the same time you couldn’t feel anything, just your own heart, literally breaking down in pieces.

“Do you already know each other?” Madison asked, noting Duncan’s surprise. You gathered all the strength left within you and stated

“Just one of the many customers.”

Then, lowering your broken voice, you sputtered a “Now I really have to go.”

Without saying anything more, you took the garment bag and run straight to the door, shutting it down behind your back. Right after, a teardrop rolled over your cheek, and your eyes started watering. Once that the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Before turning into a sobbing mess, you walked fast down the hallway, reaching the elevator and waiting for the doors to open up.

Before you could take another step, a large hand took you by the wrist, keeping you in place. You turned around and instantly pushed him back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Please,” he begged,

“Let me explain. Please, I don’t want to lose you! We have something..w-we can talk about it, please, wait!”

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

and then you shoved his hand away, entering the elevator. Stupid. I am so fucking stupid. You two looked at each other one last time, shedding tears. The eyes of both soaking blatantly. And then the doors shut.

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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Tagging: (I hope you don’t mind BUT tell me if you want to be removed, I was just curious to know your opinion about it, if you'd like to read it) MUCH LOVE @ladynuwanda @hecohansen31 @michael-langdon-appreciation @sojournmichael @so-langdon @stupidocupido @sammythankyou @emmyrosee​ 

[kattodoroki]

love in a photograph. (Todoroki x Reader)

/this was a request, I chose Todoroki because I already wrote a secret relationship with Bakugou, I changed up the story a bit from the prompt but I hope you like it. Likes, reblogs, and comments are all appreciated. Also, special thank you to @bakugouslefttiddy for beta reading it for me (love ya)./

Todoroki wanted to keep your relationship a secret... If only he hadn’t printed out that dumb picture of you both.

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You stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out your skirt, smiling to yourself. The ring of your phone broke your focus, looking down you grabbed it, looking at the caller. Shoto Todoroki, your boyfriend. You smiled feeling the flower of happiness bloom inside of you. Your relationship with Todoroki started six months ago, although he liked you before then.

You recall back to your one month anniversary; Todoroki took you out to the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen, and he acted as if it was nothing. The class all knew him as the stoic, emotionless boy, but you saw something different. He had things that no one else saw, you knew behind the strait face that he was something more. When desert finally came around he grabbed your hands, you stared into his eyes as he started talking.

“You know,” He gave you a soft smile, “I started to realize my feelings for you, like, forever ago.���

Your eyes grew wide in surprise, “Really?”

“Huh, yeah.” He let go of your hands, “I was too scared to tell you, scared that you might reject me.”

You laughed, “I would never! I had liked you for a while too.”

He smiled at your confession, “I’m just glad we’re together now.”

“Me too.” You smiled.

He looked away, “I just don’t think we should tell anyone else.”

Your smile faded as you eyed him curiously, “Why?”

He stared at you with a serious look, “Because the people in our class are annoying.”

You laughed loudly at his statement, gaining looks from the others in the restaurant. His face didn’t break as he stared at you, waiting for you to get done laughing. “If people know we’re together, villains could use that against one of us,” He looked away, growing embarrassed, “I don’t know what I would do if you ever got hurt.”

You stared at him, feeling a weird shift in your heart, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled at the thought as you clicked on the green button, accepting the call. Before you could even begin talking he was already making plans. He had asked you if you wanted to go out to eat and then the park, saying he wanted to enjoy a day out with you. You had laughed and asked him who annoyed him enough to want to leave the dorms, you waited a second for his response before you heard him whisper ‘Bakugou’, which just made you laugh all the more. You told him you were already dressed and ready to go, he told you to meet you by the dumpsters outside the hall before hanging up. You grabbed your purse and slide your phone back into your pocket, giving yourself another look in the mirror before leaving.

You walked over to the elevator, sighing in relief as it opened immediately, you stepped through and pushed the button for the main floor. When the door opened you looked around before stepping out, watching if anyone was on the main floor. You finally stepped out now that the coast was clear, making a beeline for the front door of the dorm building. You opened the front door, feeling the warm air hit your face you walked to the side of the building, now seeing the dumpsters in sight. You picked up your pace, not wanting to keep your boyfriend waiting. As you got closer, you finally saw Todoroki’s hair in sight. You tapped his shoulder, he slowly turned around, upon seeing you his mouth turned up in a smile.

“Hey.” He greeted you.

You smiled, “Hi.”

You both stared at each other awkwardly, before Todoroki opened his mouth again, “You look nice.”

“Thank you. You look nice too.” He gave you a nod, grabbing your hand, leading you to the nearest sidewalk.

You both walked hand in hand, contently making ways to the restaurant, you broke the silence, “I think we should find another secret hiding spot.”

He gave you a weird look, “Why? No one goes near the dumpsters, it's perfect.”

You looked away, mumbling, “Yeah because it’s the dumpsters.”

“What was that?” He asked.

You laughed, “Nothing, Nothing. The dumpsters are just gross but you’re right, it is a pretty good hiding spot.”

He gave you a small smile, before turning to stare out in front of him, you followed now staring down as your feet walked in rhythm. When you both made it to the restaurant Todoroki had opened up the door for you, and he even pulled out your chair for you; You imagined how proud Kirishima would be from Todoroki being so respectful.

During the end of the dinner you had watched Todoroki reach into his back pocket, you wanted to protest but you knew it would just lead to an argument. You watched Todoroki flip it open, bringing out enough cash for the bill.

You smiled, noticing the picture he had put into his wallet, “I can’t believe you got that printed out and put it in there.”

He gave you a confused look as you gestured to the picture of you both smiling and cuddling that he had put into his wallet. He glanced down at it, blushing slightly as he brought it outside of the pocket.

“It was a nice picture,” He told you stilling staring at it, “I wanted to take it everywhere with me.”

You beamed at him, your chest contorting in elation, who knew someone could make you this happy?

The scene was interrupted when the waiter brought back Todoroki’s change, quickly giving him a thank you he took the money and stuffed it back into his wallet, along with the picture of you two. Todoroki put the wallet back in his pocket and stood up, obviously ready to leave. You took that as a queue to stand up too, grabbing your purse in the process. You both made your way to the door, Todoroki had opened it for you both, but before you could step out you both were met with pounding rain on the pavement.

“It’s raining.” He turned to you.

You sighed, “No shit.”

He took off his jacket and handed it to you, “Put this on so you don’t get a cold.”

You didn’t argue, sliding on the jacket that was much too big for you. “What are we going to do?” You asked.

“Well, we can’t go to the park now,” He sighed, visibly disappointed, “We’re going to have to walk in the rain or wait here, but I don’t know how long this rain is supposed to last.”

You sighed again, slouching your shoulders in defeat, “I don’t wanna wait here.”

Todoroki grabbed your hand, leading you outside of the restaurant, wet drops of rain started to make its way onto your dry clothes, “Ready to run?” He gave you a smile.

Before you could actually argue with him, he had pulled on your arm, dragging you along the pavement. You let out a laugh as you both started jogging on the sidewalk, maybe you should’ve brought an umbrella.

When you would get tired you would pull on Todoroki’s hand, giving him the signal to slow down. He would stop and look at you slouched over, hands on knees and panting. He chuckled when you did this for the fifth time, “You know, we’re almost there.” You didn’t respond as you were still trying to regain your breath. You could barely hear him through the loud patter of the rain, noticing it was getting heavier than before. You stood up, he reached out to take your hand, but you didn’t take the offer, he looked at you through his wet hair, wondering why you wanted to stand out here longer than you had to. You moved closer to him, now face to face, trying your best to ignore the rain that was beating down on you both.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked.

“Of course.” He replied.

You felt your body grow hot, now embarrassed you had really said anything. You thought back to the moment you watched him look at the picture of you both; remembering how happy he looked, even when he was just looking at a picture.

“I, um, love you.” You mumbled anxiously.

He looked at you with wide eyes, shocked that you would say something like that. His felt his face grow red, embarrassed by your confession. You felt a pang of regret grow through your body, maybe the rain wasn’t so bad, it would mask your tears from rejection right?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I just tho-” You started to turn away, but Todoroki had grabbed you, forcing you to face him again.

“I apologize,” He started, “You know I’m bad at this,” You nodded. “All my life, I never knew love, my mother hated me, and my dad only wanted to use me.” You stared at him, “I’m glad that the relationship between my mom and I are getting better, but no one has shown me love like you have.” He stopped, staring down at you, “I almost don’t deserve it, but I want you to know that I feel the same.” You were rendered speechless, about a million thoughts running through your mind, you couldn’t think of anything good to say after already confessing your love for him. You moved forward and wrapped your arms around his torso, borrowing your head into his chest as your wet cloths sloshed around you both. He returned the hug, wrapping his long arms around your neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You both stood on the lonely sidewalk, tight in each other’s brace before breaking apart.

Todoroki reached out his hand again, “Let’s go before we catch a cold okay?” You nodded, giving him your hand. You both jogged together, making it back to the dorms just in time for bed.

“You go in first.” You stated, shoving Todoroki through the door, making sure the coast was clear for you both. After a minute your boyfriend came back outside, nodding that no one was inside to spot you both entering together. He grabbed your hand again leading you inside of the dorm house, dragging you past the furniture and to the elevator, he pushed the button for his floor and yours.

When it finally got to his floor you stepped out with him, you hugged him again like before, your wet clothes getting water all over the floor.

“Goodnight.” You said breathing him in.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” He pulled away.

You nodded and stepped back inside the elevator, you gave him a small wave as it closed.

He watched it close, “I love you.” He mumbled watching the number above the door move to your floor.

When it was finally morning, your hair was finally dry, you cursed, regretting not staying up later to shower. You lazily put on your uniform, not caring about your appearance for today, just wishing it was already after hours. You looked at your phone, seeing a text from Todoroki that he was already on his way to homeroom, but that was 30 minutes ago.

Todoroki was sitting at his desk, wondering if you’ve woken up by now, hopefully you were on your way. Midoriya, Ochako, and Iida were all standing at his desk, surrounding him. They were rambling on about something that he never paid attention to, the conversation too far in for him to ever make a comment.

Todoroki stared at the others, watching their conversation die down. Midoriya started to speak again, “I’ve been wanting to try that new restaurant by the dorms, but I have no money right now.” He frowned.

Ochako put a hand on his shoulder, “Maybe next time Deku.” She smiled at him, Iida nodded agreeing with his friends statement.

Todoroki felt remorseful for his friend too, wondering what he could do to help. Without giving it a second thought Todoroki reached in his back pocket, taking out his wallet.

“If you need money for food,” He opened it, “I can give you some cash.”

Midoriya’s face flushed red, “No,” He started, waving his hands, “You don’t have to do that!”

“It’s no problem,” Todoroki said as he rummaged around, his wallet must’ve shrunk from the rain yesterday. He pulled out the money a little bit more forceful than he should’ve, his money went flying, along with the picture of you both that he stuck in there. It had landed on his desk, some of the money making its way to the floor. He thought he put the picture back in its rightful place, he felt stupid because he obviously forgot to put it back. Everyone grew silent as they stared at the picture in front of them, no one said a word. Todoroki stared at the picture, not like he had at the restaurant, this time all he felt was embarrassment; He wanted to disappear.

Midoriya broke the silence, making everyone breaking their gaze from the picture, “Why do you have a picture of you and Y/N?” He asked what probably everyone was thinking.

Todoroki stayed silent, not knowing what to say, he looked up at everyone around him. All of their features matched his, faces beat red; Sinking in second hand embarrassment.

Ochako scratched the back of her neck, “It’s a cute picture!” Todoroki stared at her, “Are you guys together?” She asked nonchalantly.

Todoroki couldn’t think of any excuses, “Yes.” He answered with a straight face, trying not to make this situation worse. His friends all just nodded and turned away, Todoroki grabbed the picture and stuffed it back into his wallet; Midoriya grabbed Todoroki’s money from the floor and offered it back to him.

“Keep it.” He smiled at his friend, “Please.”

Midoriya only nodded, his face blooming red again, “Okay, thanks Todoroki.”

Todoroki was thankful that everyone had forgot about the picture they saw, and stopped talking about it. Now they were deep in conversation about new moves and strategies, Todoroki couldn’t be bothered to join in.

Suddenly the conversation was cut short when you came up behind the group, “Hey guys!”

They all stopped, surprised by your arrival, they didn’t move a muscle. Now knowing the secret of you and Todoroki, it was now going to hard to confront you.

“Hey! Good morning!” Ochako said, breaking the silence.

You gave them a smile, “Maybe we should get to our seats now.” Midoriya muttered, Iida nodded.

The group dispersed, watching you move closer to Todoroki, now engaging in conversation with him. The three now moved onto Ochako’s desk, wanting to give you and Todoroki space, she sat down, staring at the two boys in front of her.

Iida smirked, shoving Midoriya’s side with his elbow, “You owe me lunch now.”

Midoriya rubbed his side and chuckled, forgetting his bet with Iida. “Yeah, sure.” He laughed.

Ochako looked at them, obviously confused, “What are you guys talking about?”

Iida pushed up his glasses, “Midoriya and I noticed how friendly they were getting a couple months ago. So we made a bet, I said that they were already dating and Midoriya said that they weren’t. That picture has to be from forever ago because Todoroki never wears that shirt anymore.”

Ochako put her hand on her chin, “Good thinking.”

Iida nodded, “Now, Midoriya owes me.”

Ochako could only giggle at how intimidating Iida tried to look. Midoriya reached into his backpack, grabbing his bento box. He handed it to Iida while he grumbled in protest, Iida took it with a smile.

Midoriya sighed, “A bet is a bet after all.”

[iambuckyrogers]

The Morning After (The Night Before)

Summary: You wake up in a strange bed with little memory of the night before, Clint helps you piece it all together.

Word Count: 2017

Chapter Warnings: a little angsty, binge/heavy drinking, throwing up (idk if that’s a warning?), IT ALL ENDS WELL THO

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Prompt: “Why are you doing this?” / “I told you, you may have a concussion.” / “You don’t care if I never wake up.” / “Sure I do.” / “Why?” / “Well, because then I’d have to start taking out girls that actually like me.

Authors Note: This was written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme ‘s 10 Marvelous Things I Hate About You Writing Challenge!!! I lOOOVE this movie and I hope that I did the prompt justice. Italics are flashbacks/Clint’s story. Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

*****

Your POV

Your head was pounding, the world spinning as you blinked your eyes open. You were lying in bed, but not yours and you couldn’t remember how you got there. Slowly you sat up, slumping against the headboard when the thumping in your head became too much.

“She lives!” A rough voice came from the corner of our room, startling you.

“Clint?” You tried to focus on the spinning room, you were almost certain you could make out the archer’s figure on the chair in the corner, but then again it could always be a pile of dirty clothes.

“Forget all the fun we had last night?” he chuckled, getting up from his chair and making his way over to the bed with a glass of water and headache tablets.

“F-fun? Shit, what did we do?” you stammered, looking down at your body you realised that you were no longer wearing your dress from the gala last night, instead, you were just in one of Clint’s shirts and your panties.

“Relax sweetheart, we didn’t do anything. No chance after you vomited on my shoes,” He handed you the water and tablets, sitting on the bed next to you.

“Oh god, I did what?” you gratefully swallowed the tablets as you tried desperately to remember what happened last night.

“Don’t you remember anything that happened?” He asked, cocking his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“No, just flashes, did I really pick up Mjölnir?”

“Honey that wasn’t actually Mjölnir, it was a prop. Ok, you know what I’ll just tell you everything that I remember…”

*****

Clint’s POV

“Shit, shit, shit,” He cursed under his breath, taking the steps 2 at a time up to your floor. He was over 15 minutes late to pick you up for the Avengers Gala and he knew you’d give him hell for it. He knocked on your door but was interrupted when it was yanked open.

“You’re late Barton,” you ground out, pushing past him as you came through the door.

“Sorry, I got held up,” he tried to explain but you just brushed him off with a curt wave of your hand.

“Doesn’t matter, let’s just go,” you locked up your apartment and started off down the stairs leaving Clint trailing behind.

*****

Your POV

You listened to Clint with your head in your hands, the thumping in your head refusing to go away.

“I remember all of that, the car dropped us off at The Met, we were swarmed by paps, nothing really out of the ordinary,” you recalled, the memory still clear, “when we finally got inside I went to talk to Steve,” and there the memories started to become fuzzy, you looked up to Clint who was watching you intently, “and that’s all I remember.”

“Of course it is…”

*****

Clint’s POV

The second the two of you were inside you dropped Clint’s arm like a hot potato.

“I’ve got to talk to Steve, I’ll find you later,” you left without letting him reply, weaving through the crowd towards Steve who was sat at the bar nursing a drink. Now alone, Clint sought out company, spotting Sam and Bucky through the crowd he made a beeline for their table.

“Bird guy!” he laughed, clapping Sam on the shoulder, ”Soldat,” he saluted to Bucky sarcastically earning an eye roll from the super soldier.

“Arrow man! How’s it going?” Sam replied, holding out his drink

“Same old, same old,” he replied stoically, grabbing the drink and downing it in one mouthful.

“I’d suggest otherwise,” Bucky noted. Clint looked over to where you were sitting, now alone at the bar, with a line of empty shot glasses scattered in front of you. You wobbled precariously on your chair as you tossed your head back and downed another drink, raising your empty glass triumphantly in the air.

“Nah it’s all good,” he lied through his teeth, turning back to the boys. They fell into comfortable conversation talking about all sorts of things and catching up on each other’s lives as the drinks flowed and the night wore on. Clint was careful to keep an eye on you, well aware of how much you had drunk in such a short amount of time, looking up every now and then to make sure you were still at the bar. The screech of a microphone cut through the room, everyone looked around confused trying to find the source of the noise. Clint looked to where you had been sat for the last few hours but you were nowhere to be seen.

“What a party, am I right?!” someone slurred over the speakers. Clint was sure that was your voice, and his suspicions were confirmed when a large spotlight illuminated you, very drunkenly stumbling up the steps of the stage.

“No get those lights off,” you shouted in your very best (terrible) Donald Trump impression, waving your hands around causing you to lose your grip on the microphone, sending it hurtling into the audience. Fortunately, no one was hit, unfortunately, you found another microphone on the stage.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you were met with a very unenthusiastic wooh from the crowd, except Tony who cheered encouragingly, throwing you a thumbs up as he filmed you on his phone.

“That’s what I like to hear!” you walked along the front of the stage, almost tripping on your floor length gown. “Did I hear someone say pick up mould near?” You gestured to the prop of Thor’s hammer, clarifying what you were trying to pronounce so poorly. It was sitting on the corner of the stage next to replicas of Steve’s shield and Tony’s helmet. You looked very disappointed with the lack of response, and Clint was getting concerned that no one had tried to remove you yet.

“I said, did I hear someone say pick up mould near?” you repeated, this time a little louder. Clint had seen enough, getting to his feet he pushed his way through the crowd towards the stage where you were now trying to amp them up with a chant of ‘pick it up’. Surprisingly, it was catching on and by the time Clint made it through the masses the whole room was alive.

“Y/N please get down,” he yelled up to you.

“No, Clintothy, Clintamin, Cli- what even is your name short for? Who even cares? Don’t you think I’m worthy?” You sneered angrily.

“Y/N, you know that’s not what I mean. You’re going to hurt yourself, please get down,” he pleaded in a last-ditch attempt to stop you from embarrassing yourself any further.

“I am worthy!” you shouted, dropping the microphone dramatically. The crowd started to chant ‘worthy’ as you strode confidently over to the hammer, wrapping both hands securely around the handle. You bent your knees and shot the crowd a wink before yanking the hammer up with all your power. You grossly misjudged how light the prop was, using too much force you sent yourself toppling over backwards smacking your head on the floor, causing the crowd to gasp in unison. Clint leapt into action, pulling himself up onto the stage and scrambling over to your side.

“Hey, Y/N, Y/N/N, honey, speak to me, are you ok?” he cupped your face in his hands. You nodded weakly, you tried to sit up but Clint pushed you back down gently.

“Woah not too fast, I think you might have a concussion we have to take it slow,” he helped you to your feet, slinging your arm around his shoulders he helped you across the stage.

“I’m ok!” you yelled to the crowd giving them a big wave as Clint basically carried you down the stairs and out into the fresh air of the night.

“Alright here we go,” he set you down on a chair carefully, kneeling in front of you he looked you over to make sure you hadn’t broken anything or done too much damage to yourself.

“Why are you going this?” you asked, looking at him with glazed over eyes.

“I told you, you may have a concussion,” he replied, moving to sit next to you on the chair.

“You don’t care if I never wake up.” Your words stung, leaving Clint shocked as to what he did to make you feel that way.

“Sure I do,” he replied taking your hands in his and rubbing small circles with his thumb reassuringly.

“Why?” You scoffed, clearly not believing anything he was saying.

“Well, because then I’d have to start taking out girls that actually like me.” You froze and looked at him wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.

“Honestly Clint that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you slurred slapping him gently on the cheek and shaking your head. He was confused to say the least, looking at you quizzically in the hope that you’d explain what you meant.

“I like you, like, like like you,” you blabbered looking down at your hands, “like a lot. And I know you just asked me to be your date to get back at Nat.” You looked at him sadly with tears in your eyes.

“Oh god please say something,” you panicked.

“Nat and I aren’t… No, I asked you because I like like you too Y/N, but I thought you hated me.”

“Au contraire, Clinton,” you smirked, leaning in towards Clint, your eyes fluttering closed as you moved in closer. Suddenly, you opened your eyes wide, your hand flying to your mouth before you doubled over and emptied the contents of your stomach right onto Clint’s shoes.

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed, looking sadly at your weak figure, “feel better?” You shook your head no as you threw up again, this time aiming a little further away from his shoes and closer to the garden.

*****

Your POV

“So, once you’d finishing yacking your guts up, I got you into the car and brought you back to my place. I didn’t feel safe leaving you on your own I’ve heard stories of people choking on their own vomit and I got was worried that you’d throw up again. You got yourself changed while I made up the guest bed but you must have decided that mine was more comfortable because when I got back you were curled up and fast asleep,” He smiled sheepishly, “and that brings us back to the present.”

“Wow, that was a ride,” you laughed looking at Clint, “so what now?” Your confidence from last night had clearly come up with your drinks.

“I thought you hated me,” Clint whispered, “we used to hang out all the time, we were really close but now, we don’t really see each other, and when we do you’re short and kind of bitchy.”

“Oh Clint, I’m so sorry,” you apologised, “I thought that you were dating Nat, the more time we spent together, the harder I started to fall for you. I didn’t want to have my heart broken so I pushed you away, hoping that my feelings would disappear” You explained, “but, evidently not.”

“Oh honey,” Clint chuckled, using his index finger to gently tilt your head up to look at him, “Nat’s like a sister to me, I- we- just no,” he shivered and wrinkled his nose at the thought, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, we could have gotten to this,” he leant in and quickly pressed his lips to yours, “a whole lot sooner.” Your face heated up as the widest smile stretched across your face, one which was mirrored on his too.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” you pulled Clint in by the back of his neck, crashing your lips onto his. He returned the kiss just as passionately, rolling the two of you so you were on your back and he hovered above you, pressing soft kisses all over your face.

“We’ve got lost time to make up for.” He arched his eyebrows playfully before connecting your lips to his once again, and nothing had ever felt so right.

[aimandmain]

Sentient robot series I’ve watched and will watch

As the title says! Sentient robot series is a guilty pleasure of mine and I’ve watched a few here and there, so I figured I would give my two cents on the matter.

This list will be updated as I watch more series (and remember what I’ve watched) because I have quite a list I need to go through xD That being said please don’t reblog this since it will be updated as I go on!

Titles written in bold are series I’ve watched

Titles written in italic are series I plan on watching

Iron Leaguer: SUCH A GOOD SERIES!!! Like I seriously love Iron Leaguer so much, it’s cute and filled with action and so tense and goofy all at the same time!! This series is a wild ride and I will definitely recommend it to anyone!!

Don’t watch the OVA, it’s trash. Or well, watch it for the nice screenshots but ignore how they butcher the characters and story and my happy ending.

Appleseed Ex Machina: Not a series but a movie, it’s actually the sequel to Appleseed but it can be watched on its own and you should most definitely watch it. At least just to appreciate Briareos (now that is one HOT mech <3).

Okay but seriously it’s a great movie and very compelling and I really, really liked it, the story is great and the visuals are stunning!

Brave Series: (the entire brave series is on my list and I’m such a fan of this franchise)

Brave Police J-Deckard: Watch this, like seriously, just watch it! I can’t tell you how much I love this series, IT’S JUST SO GOOD!! The characters are all important, accounted for and adorable, the story is great and major twists actually have consequences. Brave Police is AWESOME and you should watch it.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfS8VQ7SmkM&list=PLD42AF03E7468DE0B

The Brave of Gold Goldran:  I finished Goldran just recently and honestly it was pretty damn good, a slow start and you can really feel how it’s sometimes targeted a younger audience but it was still super entertaining and had such lovable characters. So far I’m very impressed with the brave series!!

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qhzsrqj62mE&index=1&list=PL5gHOin8W87ewdmNfWVQKpIqRBiGFw8bR

Brave Exkaiser - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-M1nz1mQ1A&list=PLVU94nd5HuqesT2JWNmzH80zLbOqI1nW_

The Brave Fighter of Sun Fighbird - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp5TrI3UHHc&list=PL5gHOin8W87dYjyI-ueVsFojmqMRwLX31 (Only to ep 13/48)

The Brave Fighter of Legend Da-Garn - https://kissanime.cool/watch/densetsu-no-yuusha-da-garn.o434/y549lj (fairly certain it’s the entire show with subtitles)

The Brave Express Might Gaine - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaCX_Py2aK8&list=PL5gHOin8W87d_MJq-L5JgDRFJY1X_QJC8 (Only to ep 35/47)

Brave Command Dagwon - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3iA8KwLm0Y&list=PL5gHOin8W87d1PLRL74JNwwxUxHygo2DP 

The King of Braves GaoGaiGar + The King of Braves GaoGaiGar Final - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4zVQABDBrM&list=PLVU94nd5HuqfSqbURxOTdQP0U0SOIcRTF 

The King of Braves GaoGaiGar Final Grand Glorious Gathering

Transformers:

IDW Comic: I just started reading the comic and I’m reading the IDW collection edition (I’m doing this in the name of the Combaticons and Lambo twinsI will not lie) and there are some of the stories that I like a lot (I’m still screaming over Megatron’s origin story). But then it’s pretty clear that there are some things about the timeline and continuity that are pretty fucked.

In any case, I’m enjoying it and will recommend it so far!

G1: I watched a healthy bit of G1 and this is basically the root of all mecha anime so I do think everyone should watch a little of it. That being said, we sure have come a looooong way in both visuals and story-telling xD I have a not so secret love for the Combaticons and yes I did continue watching just so I could watch my babies come about. Never watched the end and I don’t need it in my life tbh

Unicron Trilogy: I don’t remember if I gave up on watching Cybertron, because I have a feeling that it was painful but I cannot remember anything from it. Armada was alright, nothing to go wild over but I did like Alexa, it’s not the best Transformers series out there that’s for sure. That being said, Energon, the second installment of the series is actually pretty good and I enjoyed it quite a lot, mostly because I was happy to see the token human having a special function and not just “being” there. It was pretty cool.

Animated: I’m not gonna lie I LOVED THIS SERIES!! Like I was super hooked and I could not let it go. If I had the same knowledge of the series back then as I do today i might have been more upset over all the liberties but honestly, Animated was freaking cool and I loved Sari and all the characters!!

Robots in Disguise 2001: I remember watching this as a kid and I’m definitely going to watch it again, if I don’t enjoy it at least I can roast child-me for having bad taste xD

*Prime: Started but never finished so I’mstartingg up again soon

*Rescue Bots: I’m not gonna lie I watched a lil of this and it’s honestly so carefree and fun and the characters are adorable!

*Transformers Go!: I don’t even know what’s up here but hey it’s like 10 ep I might survive

*Robots in Disguise: I will never forgive hasbro for continously cutting out Sunstreaker but i might give it a go

* These four are in the same continoum and should be watched in this order.

Prime Wars Trilogy: I have no idea what to expect

Cyberverse: Looks fun

Bayverse: the first movie was good and i still like it, the third one was also pretty interesting but had a lot of flaws since it’s Michael Bay. I’m not a fan of Michael Bay. The rest of the movies are trash in my opinion... I like Crosshairs tho.

Knightverse/Bumblebee: THIS MOVIE IS NOTHING SHORT OF AMAZING AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO WATCH IT SO KNIGHT CAN GET THE FUNDING FOR THE NEXT ONE ALRIGHT?!?!? LIKE SERIOUSLY I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! and fyi this is not realted to Bayverse AT ALL (which is only a good thing yikes.) ((I know it’s official that this is a prequel to bayverse but that would honestly not make a lot of sense and this is transformers live-action done right, Michael Bay take notes.))

Someone, please fix the Transformers univers continuums, it’s giving me a headache QwQ

Others:

Gad Guard Idol master xenoglassia Machine Robo Daigunder Chou soku henkei gyrozetter Blue Meteor SPT Layzner Dai-guard Kishin Taisen Gigantic Formula Metabots

Please feel free to suggest other series and movies, as I said it’s a guilty pleasure and I sometimes find it difficult to find a series that fits my taste! Please be aware that there at least needs to be English subtitles!!

[sombrz]

Hello please talk about king explosion murder

THE BOY!!!!!

can you believe i spent months trying to be lowkey about my bakugou ships? it took me a while to even admit he was my favourite despite the fact i knew from the start i’d end up a bakugou stan. i never had a ‘oh no this kid’s a mean terrible person’ phase - it was a ‘oh, i can’t Reveal my character tastes like this. not like this.’ phase.

this got…..long. so uh. under the cut it goes:

ANYWAY: i ship bakugou with…..uh…….a lot of characters. kiribaku is the easiest to explain - dumbass jock boyfriends who do shit like baku using kiri as a hammer to make mochi. and kiri being gung-ho about testing his unbreakable mode (which, btw, was motivated by bakugou’s words!!!) by having bakugou fucking. use howlitzer impact on him. you know how i feel about bro ships (hint: i love them). how kiri went from ‘man this bakugou guy is nuts!!! we have to stop him!!!!’ to ‘wow bakugou is so manly and cool and i wanna be by his side’ in the span of (1) one-on-one convo. HE LIKES BAKUGOU SO MUCH. IT’S CUTE. LIKE, I DON’T THINK BAKUGOU GETS HOW HAPPY HE MAKES KIRISHIMA LMAO. how bakugou so readily accepted kiri as an equal - bakugou, who only had two categories for people [extras vs rivals], never thought to seriously think of kiri as anything but an ally and a friend, people always talk how kirishima was the first classmate bakugou even bothered remembering the name of, and with reason, since it says a lot. kiri’s got quite a bit of mlm subtext going on, tbh, and bakugou’s the source of almost all of it. soooooo there’s that too. 

but i’ve also fallen Deep into bakudeku. it’s the shared development, okay. the history and complex emotions and the slowburn to becoming partners. there’s just so much, and they’re so ENTRENCHED in each other. for better or worse, for how much they might dislike the fact they can’t stop thinking about each other, they just can’t help it. they couldn’t understand each other at all but somehow still knew the other inside and out. and deku’s been so smitten since he was like a baby 3 year old and it breaks my heart. it’s honestly one of my favourite shounen rival ships bc it keeps subverting your expectations. and every episode/chapter that deals with their issues and nudges them closer to the ideal - the endgame - is guranteed to be among the best. they’re the backbone of the series, and i love watching them grow together. the fact that they’re currently HEALTHY RIVALS AND TENTATIVE FRIENDS (like deku feels so comfortable gushing over bakugou to his face again and bakugou is so invested in deku’s improvement & is only snappy w/ him out of reflex lmao)….that bakugou is deku’s secret keeper and deku is the one person bakugou allows himself to be vulnerable around……HOO BOY. i just imagined bakugou holding out his hand for deku to take - or accepting deku’s hand at all - and died.

ALSO, TODOBAKU….my darkhorse ship, which hit me in the face one day when i realized how a) hilarious they are together and b) how the series keeps shoving them together (sometimes literally - thanks slidin’ go for giving them the group hug they deserved). i love how they’re so different yet similar - bakugou is loud and obnoxious while todoroki is stern and quiet, but they’re both rude prodigies who needed to be jumpkicked into realizing that they could become better people with the help of others instead of letting anger and bitterness swallow them up. and the provisional exam course made it so they were forced to hang out with each other 95% of the time for three whole months and i LIVE FOR THAT. i love how funny they are - todoroki is snarky & doesn’t even bat an eyelash over bakugou’s tantrums but genuinely tries to be nice and make friends with him! bakugou is so petty and wants todoroki’s attention soooo bad but don’t think i haven’t noticed that most times we’ve seen him genuinely smile has been in todoroki’s presence (ok, then todoroki reacts to it and bakugou instantly goes back to a snarl but STILL). also the fact that the narrative doesn’t want us to forget that bakugou eavesdropped on todoroki telling deku about his family, and bakugou is always Alert and keeping an eye on todo whenever endeavour is involved bc he’s sympathetic and y’know??? cares????? SO GOOD. AND THEY’RE SUCH A GOOD TEAM - SURPRISINGLY IN SYNC AND THEIR QUIRKS MATCH UP AND I LOVE THEM!

GOD, HORI…..BAKUGOU/URARAKA WOULD BE SO GOOD. like, can you *imagine* the sheer potential of a ship that you only really have them interact during one goddamn tournament fight and yet it becomes arguably the most popular het ship in your series (w/ only the main character and his canon love interest as real competition????) i love them though, like,,,,i find it so interesting that uraraka has shown, despite again - minimal onscreen interaction - that she understands bakugou better than most. she knows how he’d handle their fight and uses that to her advantage. (and while she still lost, she gained his respect and a new drive to get stronger!) she’s the one who brings up how HE’D feel about the plan to go rescue him - that his pride would prevent him from easily accepting help. i’m desperately trying to figure out a way they could animate that omake where uraraka plants herself in deku’s seat and demands that bakugou bury the hatchet with him while gently but firmly calling him out for his root issue of fear and his defense mechanism of violently pushing deku away. and it managed to calm him down and honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if he ruminated on those words for a while. IT’S SO GOOD, WHY WASN’T IT IN THE STORY ITSELF!!! and like, the mere fact he respects her a lot and ended up *psyched* to continue fighting her - and after he’s told deku had nothing to do with her plan, i don’t think he’d make that mistake again, which makes it easier for him to understand her back. he knows she’s smart and talented and that everyone else was wrong to underestimate her. also, i love that uraraka thinks bakugou is like…..funny? he’s out there threatening to murder kaminari and uraraka’s like ‘hahaha :’’)))’ bc she has such a Bro/vulgar sense of humour. like, i think they’d have a lot of fun together. LET THEM TALK MORE, PLS!!!!

THOSE ARE MY MAIN SHIPS BUT I ALSO SHIP HIM WITH THE REST OF THE BAKUSQUAD! BOTH PLATONICALLY AND ROMANTICALLY! I HAVE NO SHAME! baku/kami is so underrated and great - kaminari is just as much bakugou’s bff as kirishima is, tbh, and he has absolutely No Chill which makes their interactions - especially the further the story goes and bakugou’s edges soften - so much fun. one moment, he’ll be casually commenting that bakugou is the worst and needs to change his whole rotten personality - then the next second, he’ll be sprawled all over him, calling him kacchan and defending his honour from actual haters. and bakugou just fucbdhfhd lets this happen. bakugou likes kaminari enough to just let him. do whatever the hell he wants. ALSO, THE BAND. admittedly, sero is the only one with enough common sense and actual standards to avoid dating bakugou (’HE’LL NEVER BE BEAUTIFUL’ ghdhfhd sero) but i still adore them. sero’s so tricksy and loves playing the reverse psychology trick on bakugou, who just constantly falls for it. i bet he was the first person bakugou let just hang out in his room, and he probably appreciates that sero actually gives him his space when he needs it! i can’t believe baku/sero is the Real ‘bakugou pining’ ship. @ hori: GIVE MINA AND BAKUGOU ACTUAL INTERACTIONS, GDI. i’m forced to headcanon their whole dynamic from near-scratch. whereas kiri and kami are more the type to glue themselves to bakugou’s back, i imagine mina’s the type to actively drag bakugou along places. she probably cried when she found out that a) his parents are rich designers (’BUY ME CLOTHES, BAKUGOUUUU’) and b) his glycerin-based quirk and taking after his mom means he usually has perfect skin and has never broken out in his life. she doesn’t speak to him for a week until he takes her out to dinner and buys her a cute dress. and i’m super fond of baku/jirou. i love that their dynamic is like…..while the rest of their friends are doing dumb shit For The VineTM, they’re on the sidelines waiting for shit to hit the fan. they’re punk buds and prob do that couples clothes switch thing a lot just to see if anyone notices. jirou bosses him around and he takes all her advice seriously and like, they trust each other! they have great team synergy! she was the first person bakugou both consciously protected and asked to protect him in turn!! DID I MENTION THE BAND?? i also ship him with camie! it’s just such a funny concept to imagine - like imagine you’re in class 1A and bakugou shows up out of nowhere with a hot girlfriend who talks. like that. and she makes him laugh??? and no, seriously, does he actually understand what the hell she’s saying???? WHAT’S HAPPENING. but yeah, she very casually teases him but also seemed comfortable w/ him right off the bat and i know in my heart that bakugou relented and let her have his phone number. also, i find it funny people started shipping him with shindou after bakugou was the one to call him out for being duplicitous. bakugou’s the type of character that just needs to interact with another character once and *someone* out there will be like ‘what if………..they were dating’ and that’s so valid of them.

good bakugou ot3/ot4s: kirishima/bakugou/uraraka, todoroki/midoriya/bakugou, todoroki/inasa/camie/bakugou. i reblog a looooot of kirishima/kaminari/bakugou and bakugou/uraraka/midoriya even tho i don’t actually ship either as an ot3 that much, oops? they’re good ships tho.

is there something i’m missing? I MIGHT BE MISSING SOMETHING.

[1800-seungshine]

responsible.

member: bae jinyoung  genre(s): high school!au, hoobae!jinyoung, fluff summary: all the matters regarding bae jinyoung’s grades is now placed in your hand but it seems like it’s not just his grades that you’re going to take responsibility for. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 2.3k 

note: a requested scenario by an anon! i’m so sorry if it’s really lengthy hahah but i really really hope you like it ;; thank you for requesting, once again it means a lot! as well as that, many thanks for the likes, follows and reblogs - words can’t say how much i truly appreciate it, thank you thank you ; ~ ; < 3

all a’s with a rank that never goes below than top five 

you wouldn’t be a member of the student council for no reason

warm, friendly, responsible and hardworking - you’re the definition of being a blessing 

esp to the teachers bc you’re one of those kids who actually help them and not give them a headache (unlike me smh) 

like tbh you’re not the school president 

but somehow people treat you like you are bc why aren’t you the school president??

you’re even more responsible than the school president and your attendance is better 

the votes are rigged!! jk it’s not 

a lot of students know you, not just because of the student council 

but because you’re a really great tutor 

like the greatest 

you could probably take over the teacher’s job bc everyone just comes to you and asks

that’s why the teachers love you so much lmao 

you have so much patience and kindness that you don’t mind getting bombarded by questions and taking your time to teach others

like forget the religion of hwang minhyun 

that doesn’t exist here bc the religion of the “angelic sunbae” does 

yeah you earned that endearment after some random seventh grade kid yelled that out loud when you were in tenth grade and somehow it stuck with you all the way till your last year of high school

now everyone just refers to you as that name 

and that’s how bae jinyoung knew you at first 

“jinyoung-ah. you see that sunbae? she’s the school’s angelic sunbae.” 

jinyoung looks at the direction of his friend’s point, the smile that lights up on your face and the way your eyes crinkle as you laugh with your friends causes his stomach to churn

but this boi isn’t really the brightest so he thinks he ate something 

yeh like his feelings oOHOOHOH 

“angelic sunbae?” jinyoung softly repeats to himself, his eyes never leaving you.  

that of course wasn’t really proven until his grades drastically dropped 

apparently it dropped so much that his teacher deemed it as concerning 

like the boi only went from 98% to 70% - at least he passes look at me i winged an aural test and if i get 50% i’ll be over the moon

but this cute baby did admit he was struggling with the topic they were currently learning despite feeling so insecure confessing it 

so the teacher was like “issok boi, i gotchu.” 

and by that his teacher meant “lemme hit you up with the only student who i know can do this bc im not dealing with your crap” 

idk if your life is all sorted or you just don’t seem to have one but you happily agreed tho bc why the hek not

hence why you enter the school library and start searching for this student

you weren’t really expecting much bc you’re obviously used to helping other people when it comes to academic things 

bUT HOT DAMN THIS CUTE GUY WITH A SMOL ASS HEAD STARTS CHALLENGING YOU INTO STARING COMPETITION 

and bc he was the only person in that area, you assumed that he was the one you were gonna teach

i mean you were prepared to teach him 

didn’t mean you were prepared for the fact that he was really handsome

you walked up to him with an apologetic smile bc even if you came right on time, he still had to wait and you felt guilty for that 

“sorry, were you waiting long? i didn’t know you’d come earlier.”

meanwhile jinyoung’s just staring at you, looking all flustered and cute bc he’s freaking out on the inside 

he just doesn’t know what to do in front of you so he simply shakes his head bc sha sha sha yknow 

so there’s like this five second silence of awkwardness before you flash a smile at him 

and your smile makes him feel alive again like is that even possible when he’s been living the entire time 

“well i’m y/n and i’m going to tutor you from now on but don’t fret, i’m not that strict and as your tutor, i’ll do my hardest to make things easier for you to understand but don’t be shy and speak up if you have issues okay?” 

he’s not really giving you a reply bc he’s just listening to how nice your voice is since it’s really soft and gentle

after all he hears on a daily is daehwi whining and jihoon with his stupid aegyo experiments so your voice is something he could get used to 

but bc he aint answering, you’re just looking at him waiting for a reply and he’s making this entire thing more awkward than it should be so he just nods

apparently for you, that nod is enough to make you feel happy and giddy so your smile widens and he swears that the whole room just became brighter 

“so, do you wanna get started??” 

tIME SKIP WHOOSH WHOOSH BOIS 

okay so you’ve been tutoring for about a few months, three days a week

at first he clearly wasn’t the talker but that was okay

your social skills were as good as the visuals this boi was blessing you 

but bc you were really friendly, he opened up to you pretty quick 

and now he’s just being a little piece of r00d crap 

nowadays he’s treating you like you’re the younger one by patting your head and using his height advantage to tower over you before giving you that damn cheeky smile 

sometimes he even drops honourifics and calls you whatever he feels like

“did you just call me a little kid- ” “no, sunbaenim. i didn’t say that you must have been hearing things.” 

lol who says you were complaining tho, you’re growing fond of him 

but ofc i made you oblivious so you wouldnt really know that you’re not just fond of him, you like him ahah howbowdah 

meanwhile underneath cheeky!jinyoung is filled-with-anxiety!jinyoung who ain’t up for the fact that he could get busted anytime soon 

busted for numerous reasons 

cos for one, he basically knows everything you’re teaching him bc he’s outright smart 

that topic that he confessed he was struggling with? 

yeah that was highkey a lie, he just didn’t want to outright tell the teacher that he binged watch fancams and fan-made videos of pristin’s joo kyulkyung instead of studying for the exam (pls support pristin btw) 

and second, jinyoung may or may not have started liking you 

it was weird bc at first he thought he was just sick

but what sickness includes symptoms of making excuses to see a person, trying their hardest to make that person laugh and being restless at night bc all they to do is think about the person?? 

that’s right folks 

influenza 

i mean,,,

love yeh that

so those marks of his that doesn’t necessarily show improvement?? 

lmao jinyoung purposefully answers them incorrectly to keep his scores down 

bc you tutoring him is the only way he can keep seeing you 

but haha guess what it’s that time of the semester again where he gets more exams 

this time tho you were gonna motivate him even more 

“okay, baejin.” you say to him, pulling out his favourite drink and placing it on the table 

he’s just looking at it with a cheeky grin, “wahh sunbae, i didn’t know you were the type to bribe people.” 

you playfully glare at him but a smile still reaches up to your face a nano-second later 

“i’m not really the type to and it’s actually my first time.” 

jinyoung just grins, his eyes never leaving you as he leans forward on the table, “i must be special then.” 

of course, you roll your eyes bc wow this kid used to be so shy towards you at the start and look at the boldness he has now tsk tsk

“you are special.” 

enter jinyoung’s heart going ‘dugeun dugeun’ (totally making a snl reference) 

jUST KIDDING HIS HEART’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK IT’S DOING BACKFLIPS IN HIS CHEST 

ok ok why am i getting excited i know the ending to this wheezes 

“ever since mr. jung gave me the responsibility to tutor, your grades also falls into my hands,” you begin in a rather serious tone that is immediately contrasted when he sees you grin again, “and whilst there isn’t really noticeable changes onto your results, this test might determine things so i’d like to propose a deal with you.” 

jinyoung simply raises an eyebrow cos he aint taking you seriously after all the silly antics you’ve been showing him for the past few months 

“y’know, this would have been more effective at the start when i actually took you a little more seriously, sunbae.”

“well, i didn’t think of it earlier okay! i’m human too,” you slam your fists on the table gently with a pout, 

srsly not a good idea to be happily stuffing your face with food bc he took a lot of photos of you, reasoning that “you’re just too cute. i can’t help that.” 

“bUT OI- IM NOT DONE YET. LISTEN TO ME.” 

jinyoung just watches you, laughing to himself bc you’re cute when you’re annoyed. “okay, okay i’m listening.”

“right, well if you get at least over 90% for two out of your upcoming exams - regardless of any subject, i’ll reward you by granting your wish.” 

lmao this boi was doing his best to maintain a poker face and not let out that mischievous smile of his bc he’s gonna pass these test with flying colours.

“well what if i don’t get a 90% for my exams?” he questions causing you to think about it. 

“i don’t know, you can be my slave for three months or something. i’ll think of the consequences later but do we have a deal or not?” 

he leans back on his chair, holding his chin almost as if he’s thinking about it thoroughly 

a huge lie cos he’s just damn pretending 

“hmmm, 90% for all exams and you have yourself a deal.” jinyoung says with a confident smile 

you let out a sound of approval, slowly clapping “since when was little jinyoung so confident? are you sure?” 

“of course! so deal?” he extends his hand 

grinning, you take his hand and firmly shake it, “deal.” 

wHOOP WHOOP ANOTHER TIME SKIP COS HAHA WHY NOT. 

you were waiting for him to arrive, casually sipping your favourite drink and his on the table 

once you see him enter the library, you instantly jump out of your seat 

his exams are finished and the results have been finalised, resting in his bag 

but he’s walking towards you with an unreadable expression 

suddenly you’re feeling anxious and worried bc he looks upset and you don’t like seeing him sad 

“baejin...did it not go well...?” 

he’s looking down, not giving a reply and just lets out a sigh 

your heart’s close to breaking bc he must have put so much effort and hardwork into studying 

yet the next thing you know 

there are these exam papers on the table and it certainly aint yours so you look over them

and all his exam papers were all marked with a’s and nothing below 95% 

so now you’re just confused and standing there frozen bc your brain isn’t processing it well 

five seconds later you look up at him, a fist raised in the air bc you were gonna punch this guy for tricking you 

your tears were gonna come out wth this guy srsly

but you see that smile of his, eyes filled with so much joy that you can’t help to forgive him

“yah! i got so scared - i was gonna start crying.” you whine, slapping his arm lightly 

jinyoung just lets out a laugh, ruffling your hair. “sorry, i just wanted to tease you a little.” 

you roll your eyes but still grin, “whatever, weirdo but i guess i have to keep the promise so as a reward, i will grant one of your wishes! have you thought about it yet??” 

he sends you a wide smile before nodding, “yeap.” 

“okay, what is it?” 

“spend a day out with me.” jinyoung says but instantly back pedals by stuttering a little, “i mean - if you want to though. i’m not forcing you or a-anything.” 

you look a him, trying your hardest not to blush and ignoring that slight skipping of your heart. “so, like a date basically?” 

“i-if you want to consider it as a d-date.” 

“okay. it’s a date then.” 

jinyoung just pauses then looks at you with widened eyes, “wait- what?! really? you’d go on a date with me?” 

so now he’s just freaking out mentally and emotionally bc he was expecting a cold-hard rejection 

he even practiced the situation with daehwi 

you’re just laughing, shaking your head in amusement bc this boy can be really cute, “yeah why not? it’s not every day i get asked out by a cute guy.” 

jinyoung with his red ears, blushing cheeks and grin that goes from ear-to-ear feels like celebrating 

he could go on the table and just dance right there and then if he had no self control 

“but can i ask you something?” you stretch your arm to poke his cheek and he immediately nods his head 

“how did you get above 90% for all your exams? i thought you were struggling with these concepts.” 

jinyoung sends you one hell of a mischievous grin and you can sort of tell that something isn’t right, slightly stepping backwards as he begins to explain, “i may or may not have been lying about my low grades...?” 

“oH MY GOD. BAE JINYOUNG - WERE YOU JUST TRICKING ME THE ENTIRE TIME??” 

“ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! FROM NOW ON, YOU HOLD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY GRADES AND MY HEART.” 

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE UP FOR IT - i mean it does bUT STILL! COME BACK HERE!” 

and hence to end the day, jinyoung blasts out the library and into the beautiful sunset, laughing away as you start to follow suit and beginning the chasing game.