#this was long overdue sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience.

[clubsmarties]

@thestoriesincoffeestains -> winery shenanigans -> harper & wally

For reasons he still hadn't figured out, he wasn't sure why he was the one in charge of the alcohol. The main reason was that he didn't drink and every event his mother put on, the drinks were taken care of before he even set foot in the venue. But he digressed, eyes followed the endless trays of wine samples being brought out and he refrained from rolling his eyes. The one good thing was having Harper, his childhood neighbor and friend come along. She had no other choice given that his mother asked her to be on top of the music. Who better to handle that than a record company owner's daughter. Though his mother probably thought it'd be a better publicity to have Hollywood royalty in attendance.

The first of the reds were brought out and that had just made him blink quietly. This was gonna be a long day. Turning to look at Harper he sighed. "You know, I'd rather wrestle an alligator right about now. These all look the same."

[ellecdc]

hii!! i rlly like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request ? remus (or wolfstar ) x reader where its like posthogwarts and she went to a diff wizarding school and the wizard thing was hush hush cuz she was a muggle, but then one day she like accidentally uses magic and they were like “ omg wait what” and like yeah. anyways pls feel free to ignore this its a very odd request LMAO. thank you so so much for taking the time to read this !!! (im sorry if this sounds weird i dk how to talk to ppl) ok bye 🫶

this was a very cute prompt! thank you so much for your request and your patience in my writing it!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who they believe to be a muggle [1.8k words]

CW: fear of werewolf prejudice, fear of muggle born prejudice, I also included a line in French and you can find the translation at the bottom of the work

Sirius knew that they were, perhaps, being a little bit selfish by keeping such a big secret from you.

Statute of Secrecy be damned, they were well beyond the point in your relationship where they could have (and likely should have) told you that he and Remus were wizards (oh, and, while we’re at it, Remus turns into a beast once a month so there’s that, too). 

And while their friends all suspected it was Remus who was hesitant to tell you the truth on account of his lycanthropy, it had actually been Sirius who kept procrastinating the long overdue conversation.

But Sirius had to admit that he was very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he wasn’t willing to muck it up by scaring you off. How many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?

Sirius had already met Remus which felt like nothing short of destiny, and then they met you, and that felt prophetic. And who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy? 

“You cannot chicken out tonight.” Remus muttered as Sirius rapped on your door, earning him an indignant scoff from his boyfriend. 

“I’ve never once chickened out in my entire life, thank you very much. That’s why I was sorted into Gryffindor.”

Remus merely snorted. “Sure, that’s why this is our seventh attempt at breaking the news, yeah?”

Sirius refused to look at Remus before banging (slightly louder) on your door once more before you finally opened up.

Gods you were so bloody beautiful; smiling like you couldn’t physically be any happier that your two boys were here, eyes excited and bright and so full of love and fuck sakes he couldn’t do it.

“Hey dove.” Remus greeted for the both of them, seeing as Sirius’ brain was short circuiting on account of your beauty and loveliness, pressing a kiss to your hairline and all but shoving Sirius past the threshold of your door. “It smells amazing, what are you making?”

Your smile seemed to grow impossibly brighter at the praise. “A vegetable bake! It’s sort of Mediterranean, and I’m making pasta to go with it.” You explained excitedly, and Sirius honestly felt like he was going to start overflowing with the amount of fondness he had for you.

“You going to say hello to our girl, Siri? Or are you just going to keep staring at her?” Remus taunted as he walked further into your flat to place the flowers he was carrying for you in a vase - the routine of bringing you bouquets every time they visited so practised that he knew where to find your vases. 

“Of course, gorgeous. Sorry for being rude.” He murmured as he pulled you into his chest and breathed you in. “You’ve got to stop answering the door looking so bloody beautiful; I completely forget myself.”

You giggled into his chest and then leaned on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips that he - the selfish bastard - didn’t find nearly enough before he pulled you into a second deeper, lingering kiss. 

“It’s good to see you, Sirius.” 

Sirius sighed happily - because really, it was even better to see you - as he shuffled the two of you towards the kitchen Remus was now fussing in. 

“Beautiful!” You cheered as Remus positioned the bouquet in the middle of your kitchen island; and Sirius could see the mischief in Remus’ eyes even if you couldn’t.

“Just like you, dove.”

And, quite possibly one of their favourite sights, they watched you turn bashful as you opted to fuss with the arrangement instead of looking at either of them. 

“Listen, sweetheart, we were wondering if perhaps before we eat, we could chat with you about something?” Remus decided to rip the bandaid, and Sirius wanted to hex him for the way your body tensed and you looked at him with what appeared to be mild horror.

“Oh- uhm, okay, yeah, sure that’s… that’s fine.” You stuttered as you moved to the kitchen table to take a seat, both boys following obediently. 

Sirius watched as Remus moved last week's bouquet - which Sirius had secretly cast a stasis charm over so that they would last longer - out of the centre of the table and closer to Sirius so that they could both have a better view of you. 

“Is…everything okay?” You asked cautiously as you fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. Sirius wanted to throw up. 

“Of course, dovey.” Remus assured you, though it was Sirius’ thigh he gave a comforting squeeze under the table. “We just know that we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and we’ve grown to care about you quite a lot- you know that, right?”

Sirius watched as the divot between your brows only deepened as you nodded hesitantly. “So much, gorgeous; we care about you so much.” He insisted when it didn’t look like you truly believed them. 

“But we just, well, we haven’t been completely honest with you, is all. And now that we’re at this point in our relationship, we…we feel like we owe it to you to be honest.” Remus continued, clearly beginning to feel just as out of his depth as Sirius was. 

Your face fell completely blank, though Sirius could tell you were still tugging nervously at your shirt sleeve.

“Baby, I swear this isn’t bad, we- I rather think I’m in love with you, and-”

But as Sirius went to reach his hand over to rub at your arm in a way he hoped to be comforting, he ended up knocking over the vase stationed in front of him.

It didn’t break, thank Merlin, but it did topple over before Sirius could catch it and the water poured over the table.

Remus went to stand quickly to avoid being soaked, but no sooner had he pushed his chair away from the table was the vase floating towards you and the water completely vanished. 

Not looking at the boys in front of you, you righted the vase and repositioned the florals to your liking before looking up at Remus who was now standing and staring at you owlishly, and Sirius who was gaping at you from his seat.

“Did you just-” Sirius started, voice no more than a whisper, but was quickly cut off by the sound of a timer in the kitchen.

You waved your hand in that direction mindlessly before sinking back despondently in your chair and staring down at your lap, the timer silent.

“Y/N.” Remus rasped. “Did- was that…are you a witch?” 

You appeared to flinch as if you’d just realised what you’d done before you looked up; all colour seemingly draining from your face.

“What? I-” You started with a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? There’s no such thing as witches…”

But Sirius knew what he saw, the first could have been an accident - a trick of the mind - but the second act of magic was all the confirmation he needed.

Silently, Remus summoned the vase of flowers towards him before charming them to dance to imaginary music, plucking one from its stem and turning it gold before reaching across the table to put it behind your ear as you gaped at him. 

“You’re…a wizard?” You whispered in disbelief. 

At that, Sirius stood and spun, turning into Padfoot and panting excitedly at your feet as his tail whacked against the table leg with every wag.

A wet laugh escaped you before either boy realised you were wiping your eyes.

“Oh my gods?” 

“Awe, dovey.” Remus cooed as he moved over to Sirius’ chair so he could take your hands in his. “Don’t cry.”

“Is this what you guys were going to tell me?” You asked cautiously, hopefully. 

Padfoot melted back into Sirius, but he stayed kneeling at your feet as he rubbed soothing stripes up and down your calf. “Yes, baby; this was it.” He assured you. “I’m sorry we scared you.”

“So, that boarding school you went to in France?” Remus asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Beauxbatons.” You confirmed with a nod of your head. “And your boarding school in Scotland?”

“Hogwarts.” The two boys chorused, and you all let out a chuckle.

“It’s almost embarrassing that didn’t give it away right there.” You laughed breathlessly. 

“Since we’re, uh, being honest about stuff…” Remus continued, trailing off awkwardly as he shared a grimace with Sirius. “I’m also, well, I’m also a werewolf.” 

“Oh.” You breathed quietly. 

Sirius held his breath as he watched you consider this before you nodded your head decisively. 

“I’m muggleborn.” 

Sirius and Remus shared a quick look before Remus let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Is that- …what?”

“Baby, are you trading that information like we might think that’s a negative?” Sirius teased you lightly. 

“I suppose it depends on who you ask…” You whispered, and both boys softened. 

“Not us, dove.” Remus offered. “Good.” You smiled at him. “Then me too.”

“Is that really how you feel about it? About me?” Remus asked quietly. 

“No, it’s not how I feel about you.” You denied. “J'ai l'impression de tomber très amoureux de toi.” You admitted shyly, and Sirius couldn’t be held responsible for the mortifying cooing sound that resonated from the back of his throat. 

He grabbed your face roughly and started peppering you with kisses: “how”, a kiss, “did we”, a kiss, “manage to find”, another kiss, “the most brilliant and beautiful witch”, kiss kiss kiss, “in the whole world?” 

You were giggling and trying - not very hard, mind you - to pull away from Sirius’ ministrations when you stilled and let out a gasp.

“What?” Both boys paused.

“Supper!” You nearly shrieked as you went flying into the kitchen, muttering to yourself in French as you turned off the stove top and fussed with various pots and dishes. 

“I am so unbelievably in love with her.” Remus murmured, eyes glued to your form as you danced through the kitchen. 

Sirius scoffed as he leaned against his boyfriend with his arms crossed, feigning nonchalance. “I can’t believe you were so scared to tell her.”

Sirius didn’t need to look at Remus to know he was glaring at him; he could feel it.

But he also felt his heart grow three sizes when you turned to look at both of them with a beaming smile and a steaming dish in front of you, completely unphased that one of your boyfriends was a werewolf even though as a witch you knew exactly what that meant. And not only were you unphased, but you were still falling in love with them regardless.

Sirius had admittedly been very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he didn’t want to muck it up by scaring you off. Because really, how many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?

If meeting Remus had been destiny, meeting you was prophetic; and who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy?

(translation: I feel like I’m very much falling in love with you).

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | June 3rd-23th 2024 ~ Fics

Sorry for skipping a two weeks! I had a work thing the weekend before before last and work is a bit busy at the moment so I couldn't get to it during the week. Hope you enjoy!

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Take the Lead by Inell/ @inell (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 1,3K | Teen): Buck and Eddie finally have a conversation that they’ve needed to have for months, if not years.

take me out and take me home by bellabrady (Getting Together | 1,7K | Not Rated): Maddie has been texting him, asking him if he’s asked Buck yet and reassuring him that he’ll say yes, although after a few days, it seems her patience started to run out and the reassurance kind of turned into bullying. So he’s going to do it. He’s going to ask Buck out on a date, today. Partially because he wants to finally be with Buck and this will hopefully be the start of that and partially because he’s getting tired of Maddie texting him that he’s a coward — Or: Buck and Eddie finally go on a date.

thanks, babe! by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

hit the jackpot by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, 1x09: Trapped | 2K | General): “I’m your husband.” “You’re my husband? Holy shit!”

baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S6 | Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie will give him this: Chimney does wait months after Buck’s out of his coma and back by his side to bring it up. “How come you and Buck haven’t told anyone you’re together?”

I wish I could help by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

the 'i' in ikea stands for 'i love you' by ipretendtobesane/ / @useramor (Getting Together, Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2,8K | Teen): buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend.

Chance Encounter by Inell / @inell (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Divorced Eddie/Shannon, S4 | 3K | Teen): When Eddie and Buck go to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Eddie doesn’t expect to run into his ex-wife for the first time since moving to LA two years ago.

(for every question why) you were my because by thatbuddie (talktothesky) (Post-S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “Being boyfriends and being friends is really different,” Buck says. “But if you’re so okay being friends with him,” Eddie explains, “It means there wasn’t anything he did wrong while being your boyfriend. So I don’t understand why you broke up with him.” “I didn’t break up with him because he did anything wrong.” Eddie opens his arms wide and then lets them drop down to hit the side of his thighs. “But then what happened? I just don’t understand. What happened?” “You! That’s what happened: You!” (or, Buck breaks up with Tommy but won’t talk about it, and Eddie just needs to know why.)

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together | 4,8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

one single static frame by signetsealed/ @gayeddieagenda (Post-S7, Pre-Buddie | 5K | General): Chris is gone and Buck and Eddie are called on for babysitting duty. Eddie has feelings about it.

some version of you that I might not have (but I did not lose) by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Coma Dream, Pre-Buddie | 5K | Teen): Either Eddie is dreaming and can't wake up, or he's losing his mind. He's not sure which one is more likely.

Baby Got Buck by bgonemydear, Chash/ @ponyregrets (Pre-canon to S7 | 5K | Mature): Five times Buck checked out a guy's ass before he figured out he was bi, and one time someone checked out his after.

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 6K | General): or, Eddie does a Ravi and swaps shifts for a bit, only everyone on B Shift is convinced that he and Buck are married. they might not be as wrong as Eddie initially thought.

buried deep, our love comes home by lookforanewangle (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 7K | Teen): “You care for him.” “Of course I do,” Buck says, gaze back on Eddie against his will. He squeezes Eddie’s hand again. “He’s my best friend.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I—I don’t—Bobby, it-it’s not like that—” or: After a traumatic few days, Buck and Eddie get their shit together.

i told my future by reading your lips by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (2x06: Dosed, Time Travel | 7K | Teen): In 2018, on their way to a call at a child beauty pageant, and feeling a little strange, Buck and Eddie are suddenly thrown into a fast-paced look at some key moments from their future. And, what they see? Well it can only lead to one logical conclusion.

oh, come when you're called by lesbianrobin/ @lesbianrobin (Post-S7 | 8K | Teen): Chris wants his dad. He wants his bed. But he can't have those yet, and he and Dad never really text because if Dad’s not working they’re usually together or one of them is too busy to text, so texting Dad feels weird, but Buck… He can text Buck.

🔥 Saints into the Sea by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, Coming Out, Jealous Eddie | 8K | Teen): There's an itch between his shoulder blades when Buck talks about Tommy, when Buck asks Eddie if he wants to join the two of them for a drink after work, when Buck smiles at a text message and Eddie knows it's from Tommy. His stomach had been twisted in knots for half of Maddie and Chim's wedding, watching the two of them. There's only one awful, inevitable conclusion: Eddie isn't actually as comfortable with Buck's coming out as he thought he was. Which is, frankly, unacceptable.

If You Want It, You Can Have It by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S7, Halloween, Identity Porn | 9K | Mature): Buck just wants to enjoy a Halloween night out with the 118, drinking and dancing and making fun of Ravi's costume, all the while trying to handle his newfound feelings for Eddie. He thinks he's being smart, trying to get over his best friend, or at the very least, keep his secret under wraps. He ends up doing the exact opposite. It ends up yielding great results.

🔥 We're at an Impasse Here; Maybe We Should Compromise by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7 | 9K | Teen): "You cannot murder anyone," says Maddie. "Also, if you were going to murder your captain, it would be very stupid to write murder down as your top idea for how to deal with him." "It's on a dry erase board!" Chim protests. So far, all he's written on the board is Ways to Deal with Capt Gerrasshole, and then 1. Murder? below it. "And I put a question mark. So even if I didn't erase it, the jury would never convict. A question mark introduces reasonable doubt."

friends don't mean nothing to me (it's us) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Pre-S2, Canon Divergent | 15K | Teen): Buck and Eddie meet before he joins the 118, and it just might be the balm he needs to get over Abby. But when Eddie starts working at the station, Buck doesn't understand why Hen and Chim keep looking at them that way, or why Bobby seems to think they're dating.

🔥 when the longer days of sun appear, they'll be rising like an answered prayer by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7, Fake Relationship | 18K | Explicit): Eddie is generally worried when Tommy and Buck break up because Tommy's ex moved back to town, and even more worried when that leaves Buck without a date to a wedding. So, of course, Eddie's going to help him out with all of that.

🔥 like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Fix-It | 21K | Mature): If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further. There’s always more to lose.

🔥 some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 25K | Teen): Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth. or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 that magic feeling by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (S7 Fix-It | 42K | Explicit): An alternate ending to season 7, in which Eddie doesn't completely blow his life up, and he and Buck realise they're in love.

🔥 ripples all the way down by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Getting Together, S4 | 52K | Mature): With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend. Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives. Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it. This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles. -- or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 85K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

WIP

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 7/9 | 24K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 1/5 | 2K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

The Smutty Ones by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 55/? | 22K | Explicit): A collection of smutty Buddie drabbles.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 129/? | 405K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 33/? | 21K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 33. 19. "If we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it." 

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 4/22 | 18K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 13/19 | 67K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Re-Read

the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Getting Together | 4K | General): Or: Buck and Eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think).

Tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by justhockey (Getting Together | 2K | Not Rated): And that’s when it clicks. In the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a Saturday morning. Buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and Eddie is in love with him.

[deadgirldreaming]

This impressively in character letter from Alastor to Vox just after they fell out but before Alastor left to grab a carton of milk for 7 years was written by @official-alastor.

Well worth the money!

🔹️🔷️🔹️🔷️🔹️🔷️🔹️

My dear Vox,

Forgive me for resorting to a more “dated” means of communication as you put it, but I’d prefer to say this from a distance. Why, you ask? Well, the truth of the matter is that I simply cannot stand your presence any longer. Your voice is grating, and I wanted to get this done as quickly and efficiently as I possibly could without having to resort to your obnoxiousness in person.

You may have guessed from my introductory paragraph what the contents of this letter will be, but let me spell it out for you. You irritate me. Your very presence irritates me. And, quite frankly, my patience with you has reached its limit. I’m done, Vox. I can’t take it anymore. Just like you can’t take no for an answer.

Your incessant pestering and clinginess has made it impossible for me to be around you. Constantly pushing your affections on me and attempting to pressure me into returning them is tactless and disrespectful. I am many things and a gentleman is certainly one of them. The same, however, cannot be said for you. As the youth of today are so fond of saying, no means no, Vox.

I do not want you. I have never wanted you. I will never want you. And you have only yourself to blame for what’s happening now. I have told you time and time again that I am completely uninterested in romance along with the more physical aspects of it. On enough occasions that even Valentino remembers and understands. Valentino! But not you. No, Vox, not you at all.

You asked me if I wanted to join you. Clearly, my answer is no. The sad part is that at one point, I would have said yes, Vox. But years of your grating behavior and unwanted advances have successfully managed to change my mind. You just don’t know how to handle rejection, and it’s one of your biggest flaws (of which you have many). I wish I could say that I’m sorry for this, but I’d be lying if I did.

In the end, Vox, I’m not sorry at all. I’m relieved. Relieved that I’ll finally be free of you. Thrilled that I’m finally putting you in your place. I waited far too long to do this. It’s certainly well overdue. It feels wonderful to finally do what I’ve wanted to do for ages now. Does it hurt your feelings? Does it break your heart? Good. Suffer. As I have had to suffer enduring your presence in my afterlife for the last several decades.

Harsh, you say? That would be the point. I can think of no other way to make certain that you fully grasp what it is that I’m trying to convey here. You went too far with me, Vox. And now you reap the rewards of your efforts. Losing me entirely. The fault lies solely with yourself, as I stated before. Read that sentence again and remember it well. You alone have driven me to this. You alone have pushed and pushed until you pushed me too far. Now I’m done, and you’re going to have to learn how to live without me if you even can.

The final straw was our fight. You know the one to which I refer. I almost beat you. Almost had you right where I wanted you. You may have gotten the upper hand in that encounter, but as they say, you won the battle but have lost the war. Your biggest mistake was thinking that you could ever own me. I’ve never been yours to possess and never will be. Ever. In the end, I win, Vox. It’s as simple as that. Failure and defeat have never been an option for me as you well know. Though I know you’re quite familiar with both as you should be.

I’ll finish this with one last statement that I hope you’ll remember along with the other contents of this letter: thank you for wasting my time. Let’s never do it again.

Alastor

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U & Me Pt. 7(finale)

Sorry for the wait everyone, this is long overdue, we’ve made it to the end! I feel I might write a few bonus chapters with my replaced series to tie up any loose ends, but I can’t guarantee anything in the future. 

So here’s a long one for the lack of getting this out sooner, thank you all for your patience and thank you for reading and enjoying this series!

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

CW: General angst, unhealthy coping habits, starvation. *If I missed any, let me know!*

It was a rare occurrence for Lucifer and his brothers to storm the Demon Lord’s Castle, but it seemed the Prince and butler were expecting it. The last couple of days, the Avatars had been absolutely miserable now that you and Mammon were no longer in their lives. 

Perhaps it was a lesson for them to realize what they had until it was gone.

All they wanted was you two to be back home with them, where you belonged. They knew they hadn’t treated you like the beloved members of the family that you were, but they wanted you back before they had lost you both forever.

“Lucifer. It’s unlike you to come over unannounced,” Diavolo greets calmly as he puts his cup of tea down, a small stack of papers at his desk. The opposite of what was expected. “Usually it’s me that comes over unannounced, much to your chagrin. Isn’t that right?”

The Prince now gazed upon six outraged avatars as he sat calmly at his desk and poured himself another cup. “If this is about MC and Mammon, as I’ve said to you before. They are living happily in the human world, and I am going to keep it that way.”

“None of this would have happened if you hadn’t proposed your stupid program.” Belphegor bitterly points out as Lucifer quickly holds the youngest back, “Lord Diavolo....We just want MC and Mammon back. Please.” The eldest’s pride departed from his very being as the eldest drops to the floor on his knees, the rest of the avatars following suit.

Diavolo lets out a ‘hmph.’ as he leans back in his chair, giving the brothers the same steely gaze back from Achemond’s induction. “If I recall, you and your brothers drove MC out yourselves. Even you, Lucifer attacked MC. What is it now? The fourth time? And from what MC has told me. Not one, not one of you bothered in defending them, nor stopping Lucifer. Except Mammon, he at least remembered his role as MC’s guardian.”

Lucifer audibly ‘tchs’ as he hears Diavolo rise from his desk, the screech of the chair’s leg dragged across the floor and the brothers flinch. The prince paces around the Avatars and lets out a low growl as Barbatos lets himself inside. “Apologies Young Master. I had tried to deny them access.” the butler apologizes as Diavolo shakes his head, “Hm. Barbatos, please read a report from MC to the brothers.”

Before the brothers could voice a protest, Diavolo quickly snaps his fingers, putting a silencing spell over them. “Go on then Barbatos. Let Lucifer and his brothers know how MC felt being replaced.” The brothers had no choice but to hear and feel your words as Barbatos clears his throat and begins to read.

“Report number...gods, how many has it been now? I’m sorry Lord Diavolo. I’m losing count with these reports, but it’s probably going to be the same as last week’s. And probably just the same as the weeks before that. I feel like a broken record at this point.”

“Lucifer and the brothers have obviously devoted all their time to Angel, constantly praising them as the perfect human exchange student. I suppose I was that to them once upon a time. They just moved on with Angel as if I’m not even here. But now...I’m just a waste of space here.”

“Mammon’s getting treated the same way too...And Mammon’s supposed to be Angel’s guardian too. But it seems he can’t fulfil that role, not with his brothers constantly bringing him down more harshly. I feel like the brothers want nothing to do with me nor Mammon anymore. If it gets worse, I hope you and Barbatos won’t mind if I ask that you look after Mammon for me. I suppose the novelty of having their dead sister’s descendant has overstayed its welcome. My time here is done.”

As Barbatos spoke, the brothers could only silently reflect on the past few months. Was it that easy to have you replaced by someone who clearly outclassed you in terms of skill and power? Angel might had made life easier for them in terms of looking out for them, but you had gone through the process of tirelessly fixing their family. You had seen plenty of the good and bad, and even died because of them. Angel wouldn’t experienced any of that, of course the brothers acted like those hardships were a thing of the past.

All of a sudden, Lucifer let out a choked gasp as Diavolo snapped his finger, the rest of his brothers gasping for air. “Do you understand now Lucifer? MC has decided for themselves. And Mammon chose to accompany them, he was always quite the loyal brother, wasn’t he?”

Having lost two more of the most important people in his life, and by now, his pride had gone with the words he would have rebuked at Diavolo. Lucifer kept his head to the ground once more, “Lord Diavolo. Please. We need to see them. They need to forgive us. Please.”

Diavolo lets out a grunted ‘hmph’, staring down at the Avatar of Pride as he had seen this form before, “That will be up to them.” He gives Barbatos a knowing look as a portal emerges.

“One chance Avatars. And that is all you will have.”

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - • 

With the Avatars now standing before you, your grip on Mammon’s arm tightened as Mammon tensed. Maybe his hunch about the human plotting wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. But a quick glance towards the paled face of the other human and the low hisses from their familiar said otherwise.

Lucifer was careful in keeping the brothers from rushing you and Mammon as he clearly could see the distress from you and the hostility from his favorite brother. “MC. Mammon. We’re here to take you back home.” The eldest coolly responds as if he were scolding children.

“Why are you all doing here? You lot didn’t bother looking for me, no matter what I did. Never had you since the fall, you all could care for all those times I ran away from home.” he snarled at his brothers, glaring daggers at them. 

Beel was the first of the little brothers to speak up, “MC...You weren’t serious about leaving the Devildom, were you?” he asked as if he was a shamed pup. “MC, Mammon...Don’t you want to come back home? We can be a family again.” he offers as the gentle giant’s tone was laced with guilt as Mammon remained unconvinced.

“Why?” Mammon growls, “You wanna look afta two burdens now?” he retorts as the little brothers gasp in shock. He could see their faces turn to worry the fact that Mammon was a human now settled in, would they really step up to look after two humans under their care?

“I don’t even know why you’re all here. Especially you of all demons.” You argued as you stood your ground in defiance, now standing with Mammon and glared at Lucifer in particular. “We’re only doing what you told us to do, Avatar of Pride.” 

Lucifer felt your bite, hurt as he was at you both, he kept his composure. “And what was that MC?” he questions, perhaps still hoping you’d both come back. However, you would not budge.

“You told us to know our place, and we did. We no longer belong in Devildom with you all. It only took another human to show the true colors of demons, didn’t it? You all just easily pushed me aside once someone better came along.” You answer as their faces fell in response.

Satan steps forward as he could feel the wrath roll off both of you, “MC, Mammon. Please. We were wrong. Your place is back in the Devildom with us. We can fix this...And Mammon’s role of the Avatar.” Satan trembled as he gazed upon the demon who raised him, who, in return stared icily at him.

The last words Asmodeus had said to you both were insults that you had forgotten about, yet his words were fresh in his head. And for once, the bravado that he carried had been completely wiped out. “MC, love. Mammon. Please. We’ll do anything to have you home with us.”

“It was all Angel’s fault! If they weren’t here, we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Leviathan quickly interjects and the brothers murmur in agreement as the human between you and Mammon was put on the spot.

Angel’s fists balled as they glared at the brothers, “I’ve done nothing! You brothers brought this upon yourselves!” they called them out as their eyes widened and they fell silent for a moment.

An awful realization set in as Angel repeated their words, “I did nothing.” It was true, wasn’t it? They could have just said no to the brothers, they could have fought to have you and Mammon with them during their time in the Devildom. All of this could have been avoided and the state of the Devildom would have been the same for the past thousands of years.

Yet here they are. Mammon was no longer the Avatar of Greed, bested by a mere human.

“MC. Let us take care of that human and move on. We’ll be a family again.” Belphegor suggests as the brothers seemingly agreed on what they’d believed would solve all their problems. You could see how they were staring Angel down, as if they were dogs waiting for you to command them to sic them.

“Then it’s settled.” Lucifer turns to Angel, “Prepare to pay for your crimes-”

As if you’d let that happen and it’d fix all that happened in the last months.

“Bad dogs! Sit!” It was your turn to snarl at the brothers as their bodies had stopped in perfect sync. You commanded as their bodies obeyed, even the mighty Lucifer couldn’t fight back the power of your pact. You had forced them on their knees to look up at you.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

“I’d watch what you say Belphegor. Once upon a time, I was that human. And no harm will come to Angel.” You told off the Avatar of Sloth as you stand in between the demons and Angel. There was fire in your eyes as Lucifer grunts in frustration, pride was not going to let a human direct him on what he needed to do to ‘fix’ this mess he and brothers had caused.

“MC!” The little brothers pleaded as you stare down at them, Asmo struggled against the pact as he was close to tears, “MC!! Mammon! Don’t you want to be a family again?!”

The former avatar looks at his brothers on the ground, it was some family alright. “Family?” he mutters the word bitterly as he stares at every one of them, “This ain’t the family I remember falling with.”

Angel shifted their weight as they spoke up, “MC. Mammon.” Their tone was steeped in guilt as they knew you could have set your demons upon them when they had offered you the chance to. You gave them a sympathetic look, you already knew a death wouldn’t restore the normalcy between you, Mammon, and the brothers.

“MC. Let’s get outta here.” Mammon takes you hand as if he could feel the waves of wrath roll off your shoulders, “Ya don’t gotta say a thing to them.” He frowns at the state that his brothers were in but you firmly shook your head.

“No, Mammon. I think I’ve held my tongue for far too long.” 

You take a breath, you had always been so kind and patient with the brothers and the sins that dictated their every word and action. You had even been on the receiving end of them at times, perhaps it was their turn for them to taste your wrath.

“Now. All of you will be silent, for these are the last words you’ll ever hear from us.” You commanded as their mouths were sealed shut, only scared eyes gazed upon you both.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

“I hope you are aware that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ will not easily fix this situation.” You reprimand them as you give Mammon a sympathetic look, “It’s because of you that Mammon’s chosen to live out the rest of his life as a human. And what the Devildom has now become.” 

“I stayed because I believed I was still a beloved member of your family. But then I realized you all kept me around because I was a replacement for Lilith.” You stare down at them, especially at the eldest and youngest, “And none of you ever apologized for putting me in danger, much less apologize for my death.”

“You may have forgotten about what you all put me through,” You point at Mammon, “But he hasn’t. I was there, dying in his arms. And you all idly watched. The same family who treats Mammon like scum, purely of the sin that he was cursed with. I can’t believe he still calls you his family, you’ve abused and used Mammon for your own benefit, and yet he still loves you. If it were me, I would have left a long ass time ago.” You spat at them in disgust as your pacts glowed, the flow of your wrath palpable now to them.

“Humans are quite the novelty to demons, aren’t they? Until they lose their appeal.” You pace about in front of the brothers as you gave them a hard look. “First there was Solomon, an impressive all knowing wizard, with 72 pacts with demons. Then everyone got suspicious on who’d he add to his collection next.”

“And then I came along, an unsuspecting human who managed to tame the Seven Lords. All under the ruse of getting pacts to save this family.” You lament as you trace over a visible pact mark to the brothers, and stared at it in disgust. “I fixed a broken family, and what do I get in return? My own death and left abandoned for another. There’s no use having these if the demons I call upon couldn’t be bothered to aid me in my time of need.” 

You glance over Angel, “Of course, I suppose they did whatever they could with their arsenal of talent just to survive. If I had an ounce of the magical talent they possessed, I would have done the same. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been here again that my soul no longer carries the shine that you all were so attracted to.”

“So of course I decided to leave. There’s was no use of me putting effort into relationships with people who no longer cared about me.” You look to your first man and give him a soft smile, one just for him. “Only Mammon stuck by my side. And he’s decided that’s where he’ll stay.”  

Mammon gazes upon his brothers as he huffs, and steps in front of the downed brothers. All their pleading of wanting him back would have fell upon deaf ears as his glare of disappointment and contempt could only be felt upon. 

“Listen...Yer my family...But I can’t forgive ya for whatcha did to MC. For what ya did all this time, and what ya all did to me for all my life.” Mammon began as he shakes his head. “This family never appreciated, nor loved me. Fuck. The moment I got my sin, you all treated me like the designated punching bag for ya own sins. I tried so hard to keep this family together since tha fall, but I’m tired of carrying you all.”

Mammon paces just as you did as it was time to let things off his chest. “Ya all treat me like ma sin is the worst thing in all seven layers of hell. But lemme tell ya something, all of yous are just as bad as me. So why do I get the worst punishments for ma sin?”

Mammon stared at his little brothers now as his lips quivers in apprehension. They were lucky he had kept his angelic kindness but now, the little brothers he loved so much were now on the receiving end of what they had put him through.

“Satan wrecks shit, Beel eats everything in sight, and Asmo brings home strangers to sleep with. Levi spends a shit ton of grimm on shit he doesn’t need, Belphie gets to cruise through life; cause he’s the baby of the family, and the baby always gets what he wants. And you, Lucifer, ain’t nothing more but a sadistic tyrant who chooses to beat the shit outta us when things don’t go ya way.” 

“But when I steal and spend, when I give into my sin. It’s suddenly treason and the only way to fix it is to beat me or the fucking means is execution?” Mammon snarls at the last sentence, how many times had they threatened and terrified him into submission with that?

“You ain’t the little brothers I raised.” Mammon uttered in disappointment as he watched their faces fall, and turned to Lucifer, and he felt his shoulders fall. “You ain’t the brother I looked up ta, the one who I followed and fell with.”

“MC was the only good that came into my life, and I ain’t letting them go. You all, still treated me like shit, and MC always had my back. They’ve been there for me when you all brought me down. A human cared for me more than my own brothers.” By now Mammon’s tears had flowed freely as it had never occurred to them that their words actually affected him that badly.  

“I’m through with this family.” Mammon finally seethed as he returned by your side. His blue eyes burned into their’s as tears hadn’t stopped flowing down his face. And it would be the last image of their brother that they would see him as.

You stare down at the brothers as you release them from the pact’s bindings, “You’ve heard him. He’s done with you all. And so am I. There is nothing more to say.” You both make your way to Angel and stand with them.

“MC. Mammon.” Lucifer spoke as by now, he knew nothing he said now would change your minds. Keeping still on his knees, Lucifer swallows hard as he speaks the last words, “Will you ever forgive us? I don’t care how long it takes, I have to know.”

You stay silent for a moment as the brothers followed Pride’s example, “...I don’t know. I know it’s not now, not in the foreseeable future.”

“Then we will wait. No matter how long it takes.” Lucifer answers as the brothers sadly gaze upon you and Mammon, knowing that they’d never be a family again. A portal opens behind them, as if their time with you was up by Barbatos’ command as the brothers were pulled in.

“Goodbye MC, goodbye Mammon. Until we meet again, we will wait for you.”

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

You let out a sigh of relief, you had overcome another obstacle provided by the brothers and you quickly find comfort in Mammon’s arms. “It’s over. It’s finally over.” You barely whisper as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted off your shoulders.

Mammon simply nods as he gazes upon your tired form, “MC..I can’t believe you actually felt like that tha whole time ya been livin with us.” He frowns, how could he have not picked up on it sooner. “I..uh..sorry. I couldn’t protect you, especially from my brothers.” he mumbles softly against the crook of your neck. 

“No. Mammon, it was never your fault.” You hug him and melt into his embrace, “We’re free now, we don’t have to worry about them now.”

Angel clears their throat as they were aware that they were very much the third wheel still, “Will you ever forgive them though MC?” they ask as you looked thoughtful, and shook your head. “I don’t know. I just know it won’t be soon.” You gave Angel a half smile as you approach them and put a hand on their shoulder. “I still want you to know that I don’t blame you for all that’s happened.”

Brimmond chirps from Angel’s occupied shoulder, “Not even an ounce of blame MC? You haven’t forgotten that it’s because of us that the Devildom has now entered a new era?” You give the familiar a stroke across his head and shake your head, “No. I don’t I can. Besides, I know you didn’t mean for all of this to happen.”

“Oi! I’m still ‘ere ya know?” Mammon interjects as he frowns, but the thought wasn’t too far off from his deepest thoughts. “But...huh. It’s weird ya know? Not having them 24/7 insultin and punishing me? It’s...kinda like being out of some sort of duty that I had ta be with ‘em, otherwise I’d be nothing.” Mammon gives you both a small smile, “But. I get ta be myself here, without them bringin me down. Ya know?”

“It’s a feeling of being set free from them?” Angel concludes as the last call for the train sounds off and that must have been a sign. “And speaking of being set free, I shall do the same and set you both free of me.” They turn to depart onto their trip home before you called after them.

“I wish we had more time together though Angel! We can make up for lost time?” You offer hopefully as they turned back to face you. They give you both a reassuring smile, and for some reason, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

“Goodbye MC, Mammon. Until we meet again.” Angel says their farewell as they depart onto the last train of the night. You and Mammon wave a send off to them as Brimmond meows loudly to you both before the door closes behind them, leaving you and Mammon are left alone.

“So what happens now?” Mammon questions you as you shake your head and give him a soft smile, “Now? Now it’s just you and me Mammon. Mom’s still letting us pick our home, all we gotta do is pick the one we’ll call home.”

“Home...” Mammon gives you a bittersweet smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist as you both headed back to the apartment, “For once I can’t wait to go home. Ain’t that sad MC?” He chuckles halfheartedly as you leaned against him.

“It doesn’t have to be sad thing Mammon. You won’t be alone because I’ll be with you til the very end.”

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

The House of Lamentation has never been so still and as silent as it has now as in sorrow, the brothers had returned home without their brother and you. The house that once held life, was silent and cold, except for the unending and repeated tone of the grandfather clock.

But who could blame the both of you? Not after the way they had treated you, and the centuries of Mammon enduring their insults and physical punishments. A simple apology couldn’t, and wouldn’t change a thing. They knew things weren’t going to be the same as it was.

Your room, along with Mammon’s are left as they had been when you and Mammon had decided together that you’d leave the Devildom forever. Despite the fact that Mammon’s room was quite a mess, none of the brothers felt the room being tidy was Mammon at all. They now stand as a shrine to both of your memories. And most days, your rooms would have a brother or two occupying your beds, wishing you both could come back.

All of the remaining brothers, especially Lucifer and Satan dutifully clean the dust off in your rooms. They decide not to throw anything out, from the collection of losing lottery tickets scattered the floor in Mammon’s room to your notebooks filled with all your RAD classes. Nothing was going to leave your rooms, they were trying to hold onto any and every piece of you.

The reality of Mammon’s presence hit the brothers when their finances were shaky at best. The brothers were firm that they wanted nothing to do with Archemond, Avatar of Greed or not. The budget was going to be tight if the brothers weren’t out getting jobs to sustain their lifestyles. They would have to work for their money, whether they liked it or not.

Lucifer couldn’t afford the expensive demonus and getting his suit pressed to prim and proper condition, and it seemed Diavolo had reduced his pay. Fitting punishment since he was the cause that you and Mammon had left. Leviathan wasn’t able to buy all the latest in anime and gaming goods, his admiral stipend could only pay so much. His heart broke many times over the things he couldn’t buy, not as much as not having you and Mammon here with him. 

Satan could not buy his exclusive human world novels and food for the stray cats. And finding a suitable job with his temperament was difficult, unless he could be alone or with those he deemed suitable. Asmodeus was in a pickle when it came to finances, no more expensive clothes and beauty supplies, though he had donations for his superfans. Though it felt hollow as he felt guilty that he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t affected, and it ended up going to the family’s budget. 

Beelezebub could not eat as much as he wanted to, though as of late, his appetite had declined dramatically. Any heavy lifting job at the Akuzon warehouses, he’d take. Someone had to continue to protect the family, even if it meant that his hunger would bother him immensely. Belphegor couldn’t exactly skim through responsibilities, nor could he make his brothers do work for him. While he complained about having to do labor, the appeal of working from home didn’t sound too bad. If he did end up working.

The brothers all dealt with your’s and Mammon’s absence in their own way, they are firm in waiting for you and Mammon to eventually forgiven them. 

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

As of late, Lucifer holes himself in his study, aside from answering the Prince about his duties. He only came out to mealtimes and he could check on them every night, in an attempt to keep his brothers from falling apart. Only he had fallen apart the moment you both swore you’d never forgive him.

But he had to find reason to keep going, if there was one. Cursed records and bottles of demonus is the current world he lives in. In the evenings after dinner, Lucifer spends the most of his time blaring out his records, and pouring himself another glass and wallow in his sorrow.

Father’s favorite son is lost, he had lost his favorite and most cherished brother. The one he could depend on no matter what, yet he had failed him. Mammon was the one who held the family together after their fall, and now the family was dangling by a thin thread. It was only Mammon who had that effect on his brothers, to keep them feeling alright at the expense of his own pain. And now anything could break their threads of sanity.

And you, his most treasured human. It was you he was the most grateful to, you had repaired his family and brought them back together again. A feat even the mighty and proud Lucifer couldn’t triumph with all the strength he possessed. You were the only one for him that was worth throwing his pride aside. You had done so much for his family, and this is how he had repaid you.

None of this would had happened if he just said ‘no’ to Lord Diavolo’s proposal of hosting another exchange program. The stack of reports you had sent to Diavolo as a part of the program sits at his desk, and Lucifer couldn’t find the heart to read what you had wrote. You must had been suffering immensely, and he had chose ignorance in favor of excellence of another.

Angel would have been the perfect candidate at the beginning of the program, as a goody two shoes. It would have been an unremarkable, and the facade of keeping Belphie locked up from his brothers would have still continued. But if the that were the case, you wouldn’t have come along and repaired the broken bonds between him and his brothers. 

Of course Mammon had chosen to stay by your side when he and the other brothers had drifted away. He had trusted him to look after you, and much to his surprise, Mammon had chosen a human over his family. Of course he did, you had showed him unconditional love and kindness, a far cry from what his own flesh and blood had treated him.

He shouldn’t have been too hard on either of you, he shouldn’t have let his pride blind him. Would Lilith be proud of him? She wouldn’t have forgiven him from beyond the grave for treating her descendant like this. He had let Mammon down and he had let you down. And now you both were gone forever. 

He could only reflect on what he had done, he had lost three of his loved ones. Father must have been enjoying how his favorite son was suffering for how far he had dragged down his brothers due to his actions.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

If Leviathan was the shut in of the family, the dial is turned up to eleven after you and Mammon weren’t here. He hardly left his room, only that Lucifer was the only who could drag him out of his room, just to make sure he was eating.

His life was a constant pity party, even moreso now that his big brother and his only friend(aside from Henry 2.0), were no longer a part of his life. Leviathan spent his days wallowing in his bedtub, in his own thoughts that had come true. He no longer had focus on his usual routines of games and anime. Even his online friends couldn’t get him out out of his sorrow.

Nothing he loved could bring him any comfort, not even the Ruri-chan limited events and special promos could bring him any joy. Clutching his special Ruri-chan pillow close to him, he could only wish it was you instead. How he found you asleep next to him on those late night anime episode marathons, sure it was awkward for him but he ended up cherishing you just being next to him.

He was always the first to insult Mammon before anyone could, of course it was his fault. How could he not know his words hurt his brother? Stuff like this happened so many times in the slice of life animes that you and himself watched. How could he not realize stuff like this could even hurt his older brother?

You were his most cherished friend, his first one in all these centuries. You felt real, none of his online friends could compare to you. Like in those animes you both watched together, he felt the blossoming of true friendship between you. And yet he had so easily tossed you aside for someone who he deemed .

Sure, Angel had impressed Leviathan with TSL knowledge compared to your knowledge and your attention span to the subject. But they were not you, if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t even have been able to go on about it with them. After that, Leviathan had pushed you aside as if they were a much better you.

The Lord of Shadow had abandoned his one true Henry for another. Who saw the real him, listened to his rants, and supported him in all his interests despite causing secondhand embarrassment to the other brothers. Leviathan would never meet a true Henry like yourself, someone as special like didn’t pop up as such every century.

The Lord of Shadow had also lost his Lord of Fools, who was his guardian from way back in the Celestial Realm. His memories of Mammon being his guardian and mentor back then seemed like a distant memory. Mammon always did want Leviathan to loosen up and have fun. Not to mention Mammon was the reason he had gotten everything he wanted, at the expense of the emotional and physical well being of his brother.

Leviathan sunk further into his bedtub as the blanket came over him, if he had possessed the spine of Lotan, he would still have you and Mammon back with him. Perhaps you both were better off without such a worthless and yucky otaku, maybe he didn’t deserve everything good you both had given him.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

Being wrath incarnate, a part of the house would be broken one way or another. Which didn’t help Lucifer’s finances, but deep down Satan knew no matter how much he destroyed, you and Mammon weren’t coming back to the Devildom. 

If you deemed his room to be a mess, then it was a warzone. The sounds of howls of agony and objects being tossed, and shelves breaking had ruined his orderly collections. Wrath came and went in waves as the brothers knew they would hear another outrage in a few days.

In the aftermath, Satan collapsed to the floor his deep pants were what was left. His horns, tail, and claws receded as he collapsed in the rubble, and at his feet laid a torn book. The pages were worn as Satan immediately recognized which one it was, the forbidden book that started the body switch with him and Lucifer. And thus began his journey in knowing and understanding you.

A warm tear drops onto the page as he shakily touches it. How could he have forgotten about you so easily? It was almost like a storybook tale, the main character who saved the family. It was you who had improved his relationship with Lucifer in such a short amount of time and brought the family together once again. What started as a ploy to use you to annoy Lucifer, you became much more than that, you became a valued confidant and a beloved member of the family.

While it was true that Angel’s knowledge of topics outclassed your’s, and thus he and them could converse for hours compared to having to explain everything to you. In addition, the fact that they had a talking cat familiar shouldn’t had easily swayed his favorability over you. How he tossed you aside in favor of a person that he deemed more worthy than you was a decision that he’d regret. 

And Mammon, his dear brother who raised him after their fall, despite his circumstances. Despite the fact that he constantly hurt Mammon when Lucifer couldn’t face his own creation. How could he just act like he had never done his brother wrong? He was just as guilty as the others, always pointing out his flaws, as if he didn’t have any. His was just as bad as the others.

Mammon truly was the most decent of brothers wasn’t he? He couldn’t recall if Mammon had laid a hand against you, but he did vividly remember the day you rejected making the pact with him. Even now he remembers how Mammon solely stood up against Lucifer and protected you, when they were all supposed to.

Satan finds an old children’s book, a picture of a cat graced its cover. The tears hadn’t stopped as he remembered how Mammon would read this book to him when Lucifer refused. Nights when the witches were the absolute worst to him, he still soldiered on and spent time with him to assured that he was still a part of the family. When did it all go to shit? When did he stop being a grateful little brother to the one who helped raised him?

Mammon was the epitome of a big brother and you were an angel, you both had played a major role in his life. Sure he had plenty of people he had connections with, but none of them could ever make him connect so much as you and Mammon. He had let the both of you slip through his fingers, if only he had the wisdom to prevent all of this from happening, he’d go back in time and reverse it all. 

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

Asmodeus tries to fill the void as he always had when he felt like he was missing something. Hosting his Asmo parties and coming home with strangers for a good time was his go to solution to fill the void you both left in him. But nothing would ever make him feel as whole as you and Mammon had did, unconditional love was something his fans could not provide him.

Of course when the party highs had quickly diminished, Asmodeus had to face the lows. Lows where he holed himself in his room, sobbing loudly during the night as he had thrown his self care out the window. Between the noisy hiccups and him sniffling in to keep his snot from coming out, wails of your name and Mammon’s filled his room.

Between the revolving door of strangers occupying his bed and days where Asmodeus was a mess in his bed, he had deeply cried out for you and Mammon to return to him. His pillows were soaked with tears and makeup of days past, his breath trembled as he reached for the last tissue in the box and wiped his tears.

Even with him constantly trying to get Solomon to give all the deets on what you and Mammon were doing in the human world, he was denied each time. Even stalking all your socials, along with Mammon’s, even if he tried to figure out what his human world handles were. Not even any of his hanger-ons could figure that out.

You had seen his most ugly side of him, yet you brought out the best of him, he had accepted that your were on the same level as he. It had been the first time since falling did he truly crave to be validated by the one and only human he deemed worthy of his love. You had fixed his family, a feat even the greatest sorcerer he’d known for ages couldn’t accomplish. You had taught him that true beauty was more than superficial, it was about having a beautiful heart and mind, but more importantly, a beautiful soul. Something he seemed to have and currently lacked when it came to you.

And for Mammon? Why would he have wanted to come back with the family? He was always insulting him for just about anything, the family’s own punching bag. Even he couldn’t recall how it all started, Mammon did always have a certain confidence about him, perhaps that’s why. He always had to cover up his insecurities with his makeup and his honeyed words. He had forgotten about his brother who had looked after him, and gave him those coveted modeling gigs? He, along with Levi were always the one who insulted Mammon first. Of course Mammon wouldn’t want to stay with them if that was all he got from them.

There was nothing he could do now, without Mammon around, he couldn’t go on shopping sprees or host his wild parties. He had to resort to the oldest job since the dawn of time, for once he had to think of his family rather than indulge in himself. But was it really worth it if you both weren’t here with him?

Perhaps you were both fed up with him, why, with him talking about himself nonstop. As if it was his world and everyone was just living in it, only as pawns for him to play with. He was so full of himself, why would he wanted anyone lesser? Coming back from an physically and emotionally draining night, Asmo didn’t bother with his own self care. Instead to cry once more into the sheets and wail for the ones he had loved and lost.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

Beelzebub prides himself as the family’s protector, yet he couldn’t protect you nor his older brother from themselves. Now he had lost two more of his family, what good was being the protector if he so easily let you and Mammon slip through his grasps once more?

Though you’d think he’d be devastated by the family having a dramatic drop in how much he could consume, nothing could compare to the loss of you and Mammon. Beelzebub had started eating less, it wasn’t like the food tasted any better. Why would it if you and Mammon weren’t here with him? Beelzebub didn’t find much joy in eating since you both left and some days he found himself starving himself.

It was only through his twin that begged him to eat enough to sate the pain, was this the same pain you had gone through when he had pushed you aside? Had he been so blissfully ignorant of your suffering that he didn’t even notice how little you had eaten in the past few months? Beelzebub gently holds a cookbook you compiled for him, recipes that you both had cooked together. When was the last time you both cooked together?

Angel was polite and friendly towards you and the rest of the family, how could he just accept them as another friend? Did it just take one spell to keep him from eating everything in sight that he’d easily forget you and everything you’ve done to save his family?

Sure, you saw him as a bottomless pit at first, but you saw him as a gentle giant who cared deeply of his family. How could he had forgot that you protected himself and Luke from Lucifer’s wrath? He had so easily forgotten that you had shared your life candle with him as well, now your life was cut shorter because of him. He had failed you once again, how many times did he have to fail you to get it through his thick skull?

And his dear brother Mammon, who had looked after the twins after their fall. Mammon had done so much in keeping the family together after their tragedy, and this is how they had repaid him. Even back in the Celestial Realm, Mammon had been too lenient on the twins and Lilith, and it was no different in the Devildom with the twins. Mammon really did let them get away with things as he had did back then.

Beelzebub had blindly followed Lucifer in never calling him out for Mammon’s punishments, nor did he do anything to aid his brother. He had also failed to protect you from Lucifer once more. He didn’t call out the rest of his siblings either, perhaps he was as dumb as he looked. His stomach growls once more, though he can’t bring himself sate his hunger.

He had blamed himself for Lilith’s death, now he had to add failing you and Mammon to the list. All Beelzebub could do now is protect the brothers that remained, he wasn’t going to lose another family member. Who would hold his hand when the nightmares of losing you and Mammon started creeping into his dreams now? • - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •  

Belphie sleeps more than usual, and doesn’t want to do anything else. Sleep was a pitiful form of refuge, sometimes it’d be nice to forget about things for a little while. Except when he woke up, reality would just come back to hit him. Why hadn’t he tried to be more than what his sin confined him to?

The awful reality that he was the cause of your demise again, along with him losing another sibling because of him, was not what he wanted to relive again. He couldn’t just coast through life so easily now that the brothers had to work to upkeep the House of Lamentation. It now dawned on him that life was never going to be the same.

Belphegor would either spend most of the time in either your room or Mammon’s, mumbling in his sleep, he was begging you two to come back. He spent lonely nights in the planetarium, staring and your stars, along with his and Beel’s. As much as he’d like to think that his sin was the cause of you both leaving, he was aware that he had done nothing.

How could he had just forget everything that you’ve done for his family? Oh wait, they did forget about him killing you, you probably didn’t forget and you easily wanted to leave due to that. He knew Mammon didn’t forget seeing his baby brother kill his beloved human, and it was easy that Mammon had chosen to stay by your side rather than the family. 

You may had tried to make amends with Belphie, even if it was a painful ordeal. You still had nightmares and at times of uncertainty, you feared that he might lash out from you denying him anything he asked. Mammon had been extra clingy with you and tried to keep Belphegor at arm’s length, but he always took this as jealousy. Why couldn’t he see that sooner?

Reflecting on your words about being Lilith’s descendant, he knew deep down that wasn’t the only reason why he loved you. You were you. Not Lilith. Not a replacement for the sister he lost. Yet he so quickly replaced you when Angel had come into their home. It was easy for Belphie and Angel to get along, they were enamored with constellations and there was no bad history between them. Why couldn’t he just spend time with you both? Now who was going to watch the stars with him? Who would be there to wake him in the morning after?

He had done nothing for his beloved big brother, even taking part in antagonizing him as much as he would with Lucifer. When was the last time he had done something nice for him? After all these years of Mammon raising his little brothers before and after the fall, Belphie was nothing but an ungrateful brat. He could have shown him a shred of kindness after all Mammon had done for the family, but it was far more easier to insult and ridicule him, knowing that Mammon wouldn’t actually fight back.

You were both gone, Belphie knew why. He, along with his brothers had taken advantage of the love and kindness that you and Mammon had towards the family and you had both had enough. Belphegor slept in the attic, feeling as useless as he had when he had lost Lilith. The only way he could see you both back is in his dreams, never wanting to wake up to cruel reality he caused.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

With the departure of the recent human exchange student, Lord Diavolo had closed the exchange program indefinitely. Simeon and Luke had returned to the Celestial Realm, and Solomon had gone back to the human world. While they were able to keep a constant communication with you, the same could not be said for the brothers.

There is an obvious shift in behavior from the six brothers that the lower and noble demons noticed. They knew better than to instigate trouble with the brothers, now resorting to walking on eggshells around the coldness of the avatars.

The whole Devildom had noticed the strained relationship between the Avatars and Lord Diavolo. If Lucifer and Diavolo had been attached at the hip, it wasn’t so much anymore. Ristorante Six had never seen the pair dine together. And during formal balls, all the Avatars were there physically, but mentally, they had checked out the moment you and Mammon flat out rejected them.

Hell had really frozen over the Devildom since your’s and Mammon’s departure. 

The six lords would wait for you both, until the day you both would forgive them. But would you? That would be up to you two.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

~One year later~

Things had gone smoothly since that night of cutting off the Avatars from both of your lives, albeit there were a couple of bumps along the way. You had considered removing your pacts as you had no use of them now. If that were the case, Mammon was supportive with your decision.

Mammon had become quite a successful model, working with various fashion brands and sponsors. You had kept a collection on various magazines with him on the cover, just you had done in the Devildom. Adding a bit more boost to his ego. And without his need for greed, along with the reality of how finances in the human world worked, he was quick to pick up on saving and when to spend.

Though he kept forgetting that he was a human, so you had to keep reminding him. The reactions and looks of the other models also did the job. He still called you his human when it was just you two, it still gave him butterflies when you always responded to his little pet name for you.

Of course, he was forever grateful for the love and kindness you unconditionally showered upon him.

The Royals and the Purgatory Trio were constantly in contact with you and Mammon and would visit often. Whenever they could, they’d visit you whenever you and Mammon needed anything. You and Mammon did get occasional gifts and food from both the Devildom and Celestial Realm. And Solomon and yourself did keep up in your training in magic, and as well as Solomon helped Mammon with spells as well.

You had also kept in constant contact with Angel, just to make sure they didn’t bury themselves in guilt after the fallout from the brothers. Video chats between you both were often as you’d both update each other on what was going on in your lives. The times that they did manage to visit you, lost time was made up between them, yourself, and Mammon.

“We’re here!” You exclaimed as you excitedly got out of the passenger side of Mammon’s car, the driver quickly parking the car out in the driveway. “Oi! MC! ‘Ang on!” Mammon called after you as you went up to the house you both had chosen together.

Your mom’s country house stood before you as you smiled fondly at the childhood memories that were still instilled in your now new home. Now you were ready to make new ones with Mammon. “We’re home!” You cry out as Mammon huffs as he brought out some of your belongings. ”

“You know Mams, we could have picked Mom’s cabin out in the woods.” You remind him as you rubbed your chin, “Though that doesn’t sound like a bad getaway if we want to have a change of pace.” The sound of luggage immediately dropping told you all you needed to know about your partner.

“Oh hell no!” Mammon cries out as he quickly ran to you as if you really intended to drag him to the cabin, “Don’t ya know what happens in the couple who goes to the cabin in the woods? Like in tha movies?! Ain’t no way I’m going there! Not no way, not no how!” Mammon finishes with a firm pout, his frown giving him a childish charm.

You gently cup his face as you chuckle softly, “I know. I know. We’ve seen the movies about that many times Mams.” You assure him and pressed your lips to his forehead. “I know you wouldn’t like that. But you did consider Mom’s beach house too you know.”

“Oh yeah! We could have gotten that one!” Mammon whined as a thought suddenly struck him, “Oh hey! We could sell ‘em as DNDs!” he exclaimed as you laughed.

“B&Bs Mams, though I think I’ll talk to mom about it.” You corrected as you looked thoughtful, “Although, it might not be a bad venture for extra income.” You agreed as Mammon beams in delight. For once he didn’t have to hear opposition to his opinions. “It’s a good idea actually.” You state as you give him a kiss on the cheek for it.

You smiled as you noticed his tanned cheeks furiously flush red at your affection, “Oi..Who said you can do that Treasure?” Mammon mumbled as you giggled softly and leaned against his forehead. 

A comfortable silence settled between you both as you lovingly gazed into his eyes. Entwining his hands with your’s, Mammon let you take him towards the house you two would share together for the rest of your lives. It was a new beginning for both of you, and you couldn’t wait for what the future would bring for you together.

“Welcome home Mammon. We’re home, just you and me.”

A/N: And there you have it! Thank you all very much for all the support for my first ever series on tumblr! Maybe I will write some bonus stories that will be stories I couldn’t fit in here. Cheers all!

[catrasredemption-moved]

Catra struggling with childbirth. Also hope you had a wonderful day yesterday/ whenever you got married! <3

Three years ago <3 Thank you!

y'all XD

(slight warning for.... well, childbirth struggle/labor complications (very minor))

"Deep breaths, you're okay, it's okay-"

"Adora, shut up," Catra gritted out, collapsing against her wife and breathing heavily. Fifteen hours. Of course Adora's child would be difficult about being born.

Adora pointed out that being a week overdue made the baby very firmly Catra's. She'd disagreed. That had been twelve hours ago.

Now they waited as Catra cycled through contractions over and over without any progress. She seemed to have stalled at eight centimeters. It was infuriating, and it was concerning.

Catra groaned, pressing herself as close to Adora's chest as she could. Everything hurt, the world felt slightly fuzzy, and Catra felt weak. She hated feeling weak.

Two more centimeters. Please. Just two more centimeters.

Adora turned her gaze to the window, biting her lip. Catra had said, before they got pregnant, that they needed their own place if they were going to do this. She loved their friends, but they were all nosy as fuck and would want to be part of everything, especially Bow and Glimmer, and Catra did not have the patience for that. So they'd quietly gotten their own land and Adora, with some help from professionals and a lot of following Catra's design, had built their new home on the edge of the Whispering Woods. They were about ten miles from the castle.

Now, separated by a raging storm that had cut off all communications, it felt like another planet. The rain was almost vicious - even Melog couldn't go out into it. Or Catra wouldn't let them, anyway. Adora wished she had pushed earlier, when the storm had been bad but not as bad, to let Melog go get someone. But Catra was insistent at the time that it wasn't really labor.

It was really labor. And now it was too late.

Catra groaned, head falling back against Adora's chest, breathing heavily. Melog looked back from the window, ears against their head, and Adora held Catra a little tighter.

"I'm so tired," she muttered, eyes fluttering shut for a minute. Adora panicked, jostling her a little.

"No, no, you have to stay awake, remember?"

"M'awake." Her voice slurred slightly.

"Open your eyes," Adora pleaded. "Please."

"Why?" Catra groaned, but she forced her eyes open.

Adora was tempted to transform and brave the storm alone, but that would leave Catra completely by herself. And who knew what would happen while she was gone? The idea of Catra, tired and alone, trying to push or passing out...

No, Adora couldn't leave.

Catra gasped, fingers digging into Adora's leg. Adora felt the slight sting of barely restrained claws. "Sorry," she gritted out, trying to ease her grip. Adora rested her hand over hers.

"It's okay. Don't worry about me."

Melog slunk back from the window, resting their head in Catra's lap. "Definitely your kid," Catra said after a long moment, releasing a breath. Adora laughed.

"Your kid."

"Our kid."

Adora smiled despite herself. "Yeah. Our kid."

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Eighteen hours.

Catra groaned, dropping her head against the pillow. She was pale, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. Adora wiped her forehead with a damp cloth, other hand gripping Catra's. The storm was still raging outside. Adora still couldn't reach anyone on the trackerpad. She wanted to throw it out the window and screamed.

But Catra needed her to be calm.

"Adora?" Catra's voice was barely a whimper. "I don't think I can do this."

"Little late for that," Adora joked. Catra smiled weakly in return. "You can do this. I know you can."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Because you're the strongest, most stubborn person I've ever met." Adora squeezed her hand, smiling. "You've never let anything stop you, and I know you're not going start giving up now."

Catra laughed breathlessly, nestling against Adora's thigh. "I love you."

Adora leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I love you too."

Rain lashed against the window, accenting the momentary silence, until Catra sucked in a sharp breath. "What's wrong?" Adora asked, straightening up.

"I... I think I need to push." Catra's voice was strained. Adora's breath caught.

"O-Okay," she breathed, helping Catra sit up. "Okay, you want the position we talk about?"

Cara nodded, although she looked shaken. "Yeah."

She was leaning heavily against Adora, soaked in sweat, eyes unfocused and cloudy. "Are you ready?"

"No." Catra laughed a little. "But I think we're passed that."

Adora kissed the top of her head, smiling. "You've got this. I love you."

"I-" Catra's breath caught, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Adora tightened her grip. "I think I need to-"

"Deep breath," Adora coached, trying to remember the coaching classes they had giggled through. They really shouldn't have been allowed in a class together. "I'm going to count to ten and-"

"Count, Adora," Catra growled through her teeth.

"Right. Okay. One..."

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Being queen during a time of peace was nice. It meant Glimmer could do things like nap with her husband while a wild storm raged outside. They hadn't been able to contact Catra and Adora, and Glimmer had wondered if she should go check on them, but Catra was still a month out from her due date. It was probably fine.

She stirred, yawning, as the trackerpad rang. Bow reached over to pick it up, answering it lazily.

"Hello?"

Glimmer jerked awake when she heard a high-pitched crying. "Um, Bow?" Adora sounded a little sheepish. "Could Glimmer maybe go to Mystacor and get our midwife?"

Bow stared at the trackerpad in disbelief. "Did... Did Catra-?"

"Kind of an emergency, Bow."

Bow looked at Glimmer, wide-eyed. She nodded and disappeared in a shower of sparkles.

[shingia]

hey babe!! i saw ur “dating suna hcs” and was wondering if you could write an oikawa version?? u dh to if u dw to btw :)) love ur writing!!

✗ DATING OIKAWA ✗

OMG THIS IS LONG OVERDUE IM SO SORRY <\33 tysmmm and another thank u for you patience hahaha

-> cw : one mention of food

-> reblogs help a lot <3

— EARLY RELATIONSHIP

• it was a gut feeling. being « just friends » with you was never an option for oikawa, and he let you know very quickly

• he never hid the fact that he was absolutely smitten, which is why you knew right from the start that his advances came from a place of pure honesty

• and he definitely lived up to your expectations once you started officially dating : his many promises about making you the happiest person on earth weren’t just empty words

• obviously his friends teased him for constantly bending over backwards for you, but he was never ashamed of it

• in other words, there wasn’t an « awkward » stage at the beginning of your relationship, because loving you was nothing new to him

• some people like to consider themselves someone’s soulmates, but oikawa would rather work hard to obtain someone’s love, which is why he’s glad that your relationship started with him pining for you

• and even though you were never left indifferent by his flirty behavior, it’s nice to have him think that you slowly fell for him because of his fierce game of seduction

— LOVE LANGUAGE

->| words of affirmation

• and i’m not just talking about his daily “i love you”s, whether it’s right after he wakes up or at the end of a phone call

• i’m talking about the way he is constantly rooting for you, even for the smallest things. sometimes you don’t even feel like you need to be encouraged for something, but he still does it

• your self esteem has never been so high because he celebrates each and every one of your achievements for several days (literally)

• but it never feels forced, because he’s not sugarcoating it at all : he’s genuinely super proud of you, and in fact he fears that you might not know how much

• however, his daily « i love you »s that i talked about before are also a big part of his love language

• of course it’s not always those three words. sometimes it’s a quick « i’m so lucky to have you » sent right before his practice starts, or a cheesy « i missed you » when you meet him in the kitchen after getting out of bed, where he’s already started making breakfast

— DATES

• you guys did everything on the cliché dates bucket list because he wanted to get these “out of the way” before surprising you with more unique ones

• candelit dinner in a fancy restaurant, flower field picnic, even the classic move of pretending to stretch at the movies in order to “subtly” wrap his arm around your shoulders : he’s done it all

• then, after a few months, he started to put a lot more reflexion into the preparation of his dates to make them as personalized as he could

• most of the time, he brings you a gift that he remember you briefly mentioning in a conversation a while ago

• during his morning runs, he likes to scout out future places to take you to. and he writes them down on his phone to make sure he won’t forget it by the time he gets home

• sometimes, if he’s not sure whether or not you’ll like it, he’ll send you a picture and wait for your approval

• but don’t worry, he keeps it a surprise 95% of the time. and yes he covers your eyes with his hands on your way there (like i said, he’s all about kinda cliché moves)

— CUDDLES

• some people are more fond of either hugs or kisses. oikawa loves both equally

• he thinks there’s something very intimate about kissing someone while hugging them - bonus point if you’re laying down on top of him, because he knows you don’t mind spending hours in this position

• and don’t even get me started on the amount of kisses he peppers on top of your head, always while holding you close with his arms around your shoulders

• he’s also a huge fan of eyelids and cheekbones kisses because he loves how it makes you giggle every time

• but, to him, cuddles are more than just displays of his love and affection for you : it’s the fastest and most effective way to calm his nerves after a stressful day

• and you can physically feel him relax under your touch because he progressively stops being all fidgety until he’s completely still in your embrace (and that’s usually when he falls asleep, for either a nap or the whole night)

• his spooning position really depends on the day, it’s about 50/50... but he enjoys being the little spoon a liiiittle bit more

— PDA

• he’ll adapt to your needs of course...

• ...but let’s just say that he wouldn’t mind walking down the streets while literally bear-hugging you

• also, he’s got hand kisses mastered to perfection

• because since he’s holding your hand 99% of the time, he needs something different for when he gets extra affectionate

• so that’s why he often brings your hand to his lips to kiss it’s back, or sometimes even your knuckles

• although he’s never really admitted it, he always does it when he thinks someone is getting a little too.. comfortable with you... (yes, he tends to forget that constantly holding your hand might give people a clue on the status of your relationship)

• he loves it when you mindlessly play with his hair on public, because you do it very naturally and it always warms his heart

• oh and- the kisses he gives you in public? OVER THE TOP. EVERY TIME. but he does it so well...

• yes, he will put an arm around your waist and kiss you with so much passion that you’ll have no choice but to lean back

• and then, just like he hasn’t given you a kiss worthy of the greatest romantic movies, he places a quick peck on your nose with a satisfied grin

— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE

• you’re his custom navigation voice on his gps <3

• he sends you a lot of personality tests and he loves to compare your results with his

• when you’re at the grocery store, you push the cart together and try to lead the other to the aisles of your favorite snacks

• you both give takeru advice on love and relationships in general, and even though he doesn’t seem very convinced, he has to admit that you two are a pretty darn good example of what love must look like

• he put a picture of you inside his locker’s door, and he takes a few seconds to look at it before practice for a little energy and motivation boost

• he bought you a super fluffy blanket and, on days when he’s home without you, he carries it everywhere with him to make sure it’ll smell like him when you come back

• he bought you a puppy that he decided to call tooru; that way it’s like he’s still by your side when he has to travel for his games

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Fully Completely 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation.

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

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Here’s part two and things are getting aggressive fast.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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

Chapter 2: Either it'll move me

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Usually your work kept you busy and if you were busy, you were content. Not that day. Not since that man ruined your lunch. You were so worked up that when you got back to the garage, you didn’t even finish your sandwich. You barely got anything done as what you did had to be redone in your distraction.

The night was little better as you planned to get the car done so the next time Loki bothered you, you could tell him to fuck off. If his headlight did come in before he left town, you’d send it down to Carl’s to have the work done. You would take the cost from what Bucky gave you to cover your time.

You were on your second coffee by the time you headed down to the garage, your apartment conveniently above as your existence was relegated to that single lot in Birch. At the bottom step you paused as you sipped from the travel mug and listened to the unexpected noise from behind the black door.

You locked all the doors at night, even that between the entryway and the garage that you kept propped open during the day. You stepped closer and tested the handle and bent to examine the lock. You glanced over at the painted front door and found that both had been picked.

Your fingers tightened on the mug. The last person to break into your garage, well, they weren’t around to bother you anymore after Jerome found out. You swung the door open and hauled the hot coffee across the garage towards the only sign of movement.

Loki sidestepped the splash, a few drops along his dark jacket, and continued to tighten and untighten the wrench. He looked at you nonchalantly and his mouth slanted. He shook his head as he let the tool hang perilously from his hand.

“Is this how you treat all your customers? This ungainly assault,” he peered down at the overturned cup beside his car.

“What the fuck are you doing in my garage?” you huffed as you marched over to him and reached for the wrench.

He gripped it tighter as you tried to snatch it from him and held you close as he sneered down at you.

“Two days,” he said “correct?”

“Tomorrow by my count,” you rebuked and pulled harder on the wrench, “not that it gives you any right to break into my garage and touch my stuff.” He let you yank the metal free of your grasp and you pointed it at his chin, “so leave or this time I won’t miss.”

He chuckled, barely bothered by the tool pointed at him as his green eyes sparkled, “your count is incorrect. I might be early but your work is due this evening so I will wait.”

“Not here,” you waved the wrench at him and grabbed his arm, “so get out and come back later then.”

His hand covered yours and he pried your fingers from him. He twisted your hand back and you gasped and swung the wrench with your other. You hit his shoulder as he raised his arm in defense and grunted at the sharp impact. He let you go and you swung again. He dodged and shoved you away from him.

“Do not presume to put your hands on me,” he warned, “you know who my brother is, that I associate with your cute local chapter--”

“I’m not one of them and I don’t report to them,” you snarled, “so get out now or you won’t be associating with anyone.”

“Mouthy little bitch,” he slithered, “you touch me again, or even attempt it--”

“I said get out,” you hit the hood of his car and left a dent, “It’ll be another day at least.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He fixed his jacket and sighed. He raised his chin and stiffly strode across the garage and through the black door. You followed feet behind him and made sure he continued outside. You cranked the lock behind him and listened to his footsteps crunch through the snow.

You might not report to Bucky and his goons but he was going to keep the rabble in line.

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It was just after noon but you knew Bucky would already be at The Asp. You ventured down the street in your heavy boots, your jacket flapping open in the wind as you were set on your destination and the conversation that awaited you. You nodded at the man who leaned a few feet from the door and sucked on a cigarette.

You entered and shook the snow off your lined denim jacket and kicked off your boots. You looked around at the mostly empty bar. You rarely went there as it was more trouble than you needed. The men were drunk and dirty and like many places in Birch, you just didn’t fit. You didn’t want to fit.

Bucky sat at his usual table, a woman you recognized beside him. She had been a year or two ahead of you in school and a couple behind Bucky himself. You knew she was his new girl but she never really looked happy about it. Knowing him, it didn’t surprise you. He always wanted more than he got.

You crossed to him and stood in front of the round table as his right-hand thug watched you curiously. You raised a brow at Steve and focused on the boss.

“We need to talk,” you said plainly.

“We do?” he asked genuinely confused, “I owe you something?”

“You do and you don’t. I’m not here about money,” you replied, “but it’s important.”

“Alright,” he pointed to the chair in front of you and gestured to his companions, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips before she stood, her lips slightly curled at the corner, and left you. He shifted in his chair as they went and nodded when he was ready, “sorry, if I knew you were on your way, I would’ve kept her in the back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. He was always obtusely arrogant. “I stopped fucking you, Buck, I don’t care who you’re with now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he inhaled and placed his hand against the table, “so what is it?”

“This guy, Loki,” you began, “brought his car to me two nights ago.”

“Mhmm, I sent him down. I know I should come down myself but--”

“Please, you hate going down there,” you waved his words away, “it’s not about the car, it’s about him.”

“What about him?”

“He broke into my shop this morning. There was… well, I got a few licks in and for the sake of you I’ve held back but you need to keep him away from me. I’ll fix his car but I’m not dealing with him anymore. He’s a pompous asshole who thinks he can just do whatever he wants.” You stopped yourself, usually not one to go on at length, “he’s your… associate, as he would say it, so he can deal with you, not me.”

He considered you and pulled his hand back to scratch the stubble along his jaw. His blue eyes were intrigued if not surprised.

“He… coming onto you?” he asked.

“No,” you blinked at him dully, “no, he’s just annoying me. You promised me the shop would be my space. He picked my locks, Buck, so you let him know what’s what.”

“He’s new in town,” Bucky sighed, “but I’ll talk to him.”

“You better,” you stood, “because I don’t care about whatever business you got going on, the next time, I’m gonna pop his eye out with a--”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he snipped, “I’ll take care of him, alright?”

“You better,” you said as you backed away, “or you can find someone else to fix up your bikes.”

“Really? You know it won’t come to that,” he sat forward in irritation, “go, he won’t bother you.”

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The next day you looked over the front of the car. Aside from the cracked headlight, it was as good as new. You rolled up the garage door and took the keys from the hook. You drove the car out and steered it along the snowy street and parked just outside The Asp. You got out and headed inside to hand off the keys to Bucky with a promise that you would take care of the light when it came in as long as he kept Loki away.

You returned to the garage to close the door and checked the time. You were overdue for lunch and hadn’t been back to The Chipped Saucer since that eventful day. You were hungry and too lazy to climb up to your apartment and dig through your fridge. 

You crossed the street and entered the diner as Kimmie looked up from the harlequin novel she hid behind as she stood by the till. She marked her page and closed it before she grabbed the carafe from the machine and crossed to your table. She poured you a mug and confirmed your usual order.

There were a few of the older residents enjoying pie and coffee at the other tables but the snow still kept many in their own houses. You might try the strawberry rhubarb before you went. You didn’t indulge in sweets often but it smelled good.

Kimmie brought your sandwich and as you finished the first triangle, you were disturbed by the last voice you wanted to hear. You didn’t look back as the door chimed behind the new patron and you continued chewing as you once more reviewed the newsletter. 

To your chagrin but not unexpectedly, the figure appeared at your table side. You bit into the next portion of your club sandwich and ignored him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki sat across from you as he had days before, “I saw that you attended to my vehicle at last. Fine work, I must say. I do hope the headlight arrives soon.”

You said nothing and kept eating as you looked out the window and slid the newsletter aside with your other hand. You took the last gulp of your coffee and swallowed. You raised your cup and looked around, “‘scuse me,” you called out, “when you have a second.”

He laughed to himself and you felt his gaze on you. You pushed aside your uneaten crust and went about your meal as if he wasn’t there. When Kimmie refilled your coffee, he ordered a tea and a bowl of the daily soup. 

You barely withheld your grimace as you watched Babs across the street by her bakery. She dusted snow off the open sign before she retreated back inside.

“I’m pleasantly surprised by the food here,” he mused as he stirred a plume of milk into his tea.

“Can’t you take a hint?” you snapped, “I don’t want you near me.”

“Believe me, at first, the feeling was mutual, darling,” he said.

“I told you not to call me that,” you frowned at him directly and he smirked.

“I like the way it makes your eyes go,” he taunted, “admittedly, that first meeting I would’ve liked nothing other than to never encounter you again but the more I poke and prod you, the more intrigued I am.”

“If you don’t stop--”

“You’ll go back to Barnes, hmm?” he intoned, “yes, he did speak with me but I might enlighten you on one fact. The man requires my business more than a mechanic, especially as there seems to be healthy competition in town.”

“You have your car, you’ll have the headlight done, and you can be on your way out of town,” you growled, “and you can be far away from me. Whatever stupid game you’re playing at, I’m not biting. I meant it when I said I won’t miss--”

“Darling, this is not an invitation,” his eyes strayed from your face for just a moment and he considered the buttons of your flannel shirt, “a man like me doesn’t ask, he expects.”

Your eyes rolled so hard it hurt. You pushed your plate away and pulled out your wallet. You left your tab on the table and stood. You shrugged into your jacket and glanced out the window at the white main street.

“Whatever you expect, it’s not going to happen,” you rebuffed, “but I told you what you can expect if you come around me again.”

You left as you had days before and stormed across the street without looking. You dodged out of the way of a slow rolling Ford as it honked and you waved them off. You stomped up to the front of your shop and realised too late you were being followed.

You spun around at the door to face Loki as he slid to a stop. He grabbed your arm and drew you back from the painted wood. You hit his chest and he barely flinched as he flicked your chin with his finger.

“Oh, darling, let’s not drag this out, I do love that temper--”

“Get off--” you pushed him and he nearly slipped and took you down with him as his leather soles held no traction on the frozen ground.

He threw you back and you hit the corner of the doorframe and gasped out as it forced the air from you. 

“I promise you, it won’t last. I will damp out that flame and bask in the smoke,” he neared again and you kicked out. He fell to his knees as the force of it had you on your ass. 

You crawled away from the wall as he tried to stand and you grabbed onto his leg and pulled him back down. He slid back to his kneeS and gripped the collar of your coat. You hooked your arm around his neck and he jabbed your stomach, not as hard as he could, but a warning.

You brought your other arm up as you struggled to get a foothold and you managed to push you both back. You fell in tandem into the snow, your arms locked as he forced his fingers under them to keep them from snaking tighter. He was strong and you knew you could only do so much. You had to keep him on the ground.

He elbowed your ribs and you released him sharply. You rolled away from him as you panted and scrambled on your hands and knees. The frigid snow seeped through your jeans and burned your palms. You heard him behind you and you turned as you climbed to your feet unsteadily.

He was half-keeled as he got his feet set and his dark hair hung over his forehead as he glared through the strands. He stood straight and pushed back the mess of tangles and you faced him, ready for another brawl.

“Oh, this will be fun, darling,” he brushed the powder from his suit and his cheek twitched, “You needn’t worry about Barnes, you should be more worried about me.”

He puffed out a breath and spun swiftly, nearly slipping again on the icy walk. He headed back down to the street and you saw the tension between his shoulders as he pulled his jacket straight. He hurried across the road and you turned back to the garage.

It was a brief retreat, a chance to plot, you knew that much. You only had to outlast him and if you were anything, it was stubborn.

[gingeraleluke]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: tom holland x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your boyfriend got home just in time to watch his most recent interview on tv with you.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, nothing just fluff! :)

𝗔/𝗡: this is my first time writing for tom so i hope you guys like it!! <3

this is based on the spider-man: far from home interview with jimmy kimmel!

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the young girls heart was silent for the first nineteen years of her life. nothing but a faint heartbeat and some clouded thoughts of little to nothing inconsistencies. from the moment she first opened her eyes as a baby, separating her fingers and spreading her toes while her newly polished eyes tried making sense of her surroundings, to the ripe summer when her mother insisted she become a camp counselor to succumb enough money to buy her very own long-overdue car. the girl felt nothing.

the teens she longed to be alike were a mere hourglass, y/n a shadow. portraying their success and growth without mirroring any of her own, she felt like a weak duckling surrounded by marvelous swans. she would spend her youth watching blondes fall for brunettes on television, plopping popcorn into her mouth while pressing rewind on her favorite romantics, watching the way they would look at eachother and move with one another. she never thought she could be able to experience that. everything inside her was too quiet, too plain.

and then she met tom. it became loud, too loud, and she loved it. everything she thought she could never achieve, she achieved with him. her colorless days no longer existed and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

switching the tv from some medical soap opera, y/n sat on her couch. she wore nothing but a plain bra and a pair of baby blue satin shorts. normally, she’d cover up more, especially if she had company over, but tom was a different kind of company and a comfortable one at that.

“THOMAS HURRY UP!” she could hear her boyfriend yell a faint, “i’m coming,” through the noise of the water running. shortly after, the shower stopped as y/n scrolled mindlessly through her phone, impatient.

she expected to see her boyfriend walk out of the bathroom, a trail of steam behind him, but instead she heard the loud roar of a hairdryer.

“for fucks sake-“ her mouth was lacking the salty and buttery flavor she craved so she took the opportunity to use her time by putting some popcorn in the microwave while her boyfriend blowed out his hair.

as she watched the minutes on the timer go down, the machine dinged as she grabbed a bowl and poured the snack inside it. she made her way back to the bench sofa and extended her legs out on the grey island cushions. the lace on the trim of her shorts tickled her feet as she folded her legs. “TOM HURRY THE FUCK UP, ITS ALMOST STARTING!”

the girls mouth was full as she yelled, losing patience with the boy. “IM SORRY, IM COMING!”

minutes later, a shirtless tom holland, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, appeared in their shared living room. the girls eyes grew big, his doing the same as he took in her taboo and exposed form.

“what- tom! you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?!”

“well, neither have you, apparently! plus, this is pretty comfortable, is it not?”

“tom-“ she warned.

“i got it, i got it..” his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as he quickly ran into their bedroom and retrieved his clothes. he came back out wearing a black t shirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants.

“KIMMEL IS STARTING!” she pointed at the tv and looked over to see tom bounce down onto the couch next to her, sprawling his legs out like she had done earlier.

“baby, that’s just the intro, i’m not there yet.” she peered over at him.

“who said i’m watching this for you?” he turned his head and made a sarcastic face.

“yeah, sure..” he mocked.

“WAIT, i need my blanket! go, get it, i don’t want to miss this!”

“y/n, it hasn’t even started yet-“

“now tom!”

“but what if i miss it!”

“you were there, you already know what happens-“ you lightly shoved his clothed knee and he sprung to his feet, so fast that tessa jolted up and ran after him.

“tessa! calm down!” the dog didn’t listen and continued following her dad, panting the whole way back.

once they were settled, jimmy announced his upcoming guests before a quick commercial break.

“quick, my ass..” she muttered.

tom stifled a chuckle. “why are you so bent up about this? you’ve seen my interviews before!”

“yeah, but i’ve never been able to actually watch one with you! it’s like… an entirely different experience!”

he didn’t believe her. “are you sure that’s the real reason? or is it because you just want me to give you secret info on the film, because love, you know i can’t do that, not after last time.”

she placed a hand on her chest playfully, “tom! i would never, how could you think of me like that?! as if i would ever do such a thing!”

“mmhmm..”

the commercials came to an end and y/n looked up to see jimmy start announcing the cast.

“shit, oh my god, it’s happening.”

“shhh, calm down!” tom laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other arm sprawled out behind the frame of the sofa.

“how can i keep calm!? my fucking BOYFRIEND is about to be on tv! you know how many people can say that they are dating spider-man? like, no one!” her knee was bouncing and she couldn’t contain the excitement. watching someone on television while sitting in the same room with them was a rush she had never felt before.

she was loud as hell inside.

“please welcome, tom hol-“

“WHOOOOO, YEAH!!” she started clapping dramatically and stood up for a quick second, her eyes glued to the tv as she watched her boyfriend appear, while her actual boyfriend sat there laughing at her excitement.

they did a stupid elevator bit, before him and everyone else walked up to their chairs.

“really, tom?” his dark eyes flickered to hers. “what?! i thought you would like it, it’s funny!” she rolled her eyes and smiled, thinking to herself: my boyfriend is a dork, even on national television.

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“oh my god, you all look so good.”

“i know, right?”

“look at jake!”

“yeah-“

“look at zendaya!”

“i know-“

“OH MY GOD LOOK A-“

“OKAY Y/N, i get it, everyone but me is attractive, thanks. you’ve made it pretty clear.” he frowned as you gushed over how good his coworkers looked.

“yes, tom! i think you look awful, that’s why i’ve been dating you for the past four years, because i think you are ugly.”

he looked at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his eyes.

“oh, come on, i’m joking! you’re beautiful, come here.” she grabbed the side of his head and pulled him over so his head was laying on her chest. she began to play with his hair while watching.

“so the trailer came out, the trailer got like 135 million views within the first hour-“

“yeah it did!” she exclaimed, her fingers busy in his hair.

“see, i didn’t know that then.” he muttered, his brows furrowing together as tessa looked up at him from y/n’s lap.

“well it’s no secret, i’m not very good at instagram.”

y/n bursted out laughing. it wasn’t even that funny, but all of her emotions where heightened in this moment.

“oh god, i know where this is going.. this is the zendaya story isn’t it?” you smirk down at him and he lifts his head to nod at you.

“i knew it..”

“i basically.. forgot to post the trailer.”

“that’s bad.”

“yes jimmy, yes it is.” she couldn’t contain the snickers leaving her mouth and tom protested against it.

“listen, it’s difficult for some people, okay!”

“mmhmm, whatever you say baby.” she remembers distinctly, waking up and asking her boyfriend why he never posted the trailer, which caused him to wind up into a frenzy and immediately contact zendaya for assistance.

“well, you wouldn’t tell me how to!”

“tom, you’re a grown man! you should be able to figure that out yourself, peter parker.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, his arm wrapped around her.

“so you’re IT for the team?”

“yeah, y/n, making poor zendaya the it for the team-“

“oh, shush, it was funny as fuck. but not as funny as the time you spoi-“

he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her, “oh, stop it!” she giggled in response.

she watched as zendaya recalled the moment she had to screen record how to delete an instagram story for him, which was another thing y/n refused to help him with. sure, she loves him and all, but watching the panic on his face as he realizes that he messed up, always cracked her up. especially since he brags about how ‘tech savvy’ he is for his age.

“it’s not my fault you’re a grampa!”

“yeah, we’ll, you’re dating a grampa!”

“true, i am.”

her hands reached towards her blanket as she put her popcorn bowl down and laid the covering over her and her boyfriend. the grey weighted blanket matching the couch perfectly.

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“okay, wait…why are you guys still in highschool?!” y/n had paused the program to engage in a very serious and heated discussion about the aftermath of endgame which led up to the beginning of his new movie, far from home, which had yet to come out.

“i mean.. it’s five years! i’m so confused.” tom sighed, placing his hands on his knees, he sat up straight. “like i said in the interview, y/n, i don’t know.”

“well… ask the russo brothers! i mean, jacob is right, that’s a huge plothole!”

toms eyes sparkled as he looked at his lover trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“i… i don’t even know what to say right now. my whole life is a lie!”

“okay, let’s not get too dramatic here-“

“NO, tom! as an avengers fanatic, i need to know!” she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged, his body jolting forwards.

“tell me!” she shook him as he laughed and tessa barked.

“i don’t know, baby!” she frowned slightly and looked at her boyfriends amused face.

“i’m dating spider-man, you’d think i’d get the inside scoop.” she rolled her eyes and placed her legs back up on the cushions. tom leaned over and looked her up and down, flickering from her bare chest and her eyes. he leaned into her neck and started planting kisses. “i’m sorry, i will be sure to ask someone at marvel for you.” she smiled sweetly before thanking him.

“has everyone seen avengers: endgame?”

the girl rose to her feet, the blanket stuck to her bare legs. “yes, jimmy, i have! i saw my boyfriend get dusted right before my fucking eyes!”

tom remembered the first time he watched the film with her. it was hard for him to keep it under wraps and while he did end up telling her some spoilers, he kept out the whole ‘death by thanos’ part.

“okay, calm down little one.” he reached his arm out to pull her down, back to the couch.

“tom, baby, i know you like.. could get in trouble for it but-“

“y/n… not this conversation again.” he put his hand up to his forehead, two fingers on the bridge of his nose. she knew that if she prodded and poked in all the right spots, that her boyfriend would give in. that it just took a little push for him to confess all the dirty details of his new blockbuster.

“come on! i am begging, tom- i have so many questions, can you blame me? i mean… mysterio, like.. what’s that guy all about?! he’s a villian right?”

“well…”

“a hero?”

“definitely not.”

“antihero?”

“not exactly-“

“UGH, tom! you are killing me here.” she whined, putting her hands on his chest as the paused tv shined upon his features. “please give me something… anything.” she trailed her fingers down his chest, tauntingly.

“anything?” he smirked at her.

“yup. like… maybe just exactly what jakes character is? i mean, i remember him telling us at dinner that time, but that was barely enough, i mean.. there’s gotta be more right?”

“go on.”

“and mj, i mean.. is peter finally going to ask her out? baby, so many questions, i just have so many.”

“well… i guess i could tell you one thing..” he tempted her. her lips twitched upwards as she pressed her forehead against his.

“mmhmm?”

“i could tell you that… the ending of the movie?”

“yeah..”

“is fucking fantastic. really, it’s brilliant babes.”

“because?”

“you will just have to see-“ he was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM-“

“quiet down! you are going to get tessa all going..”

“sorry…”

a moment of silence passed as tom squealed, “for fucks sake tom!” in his best high pitched, y/n impression possible.

“shut up!”

the two laughed before she clicked play.

“you look so good here, tom. it’s so weird like- i’m sitting next to you-“ she pointed at tom, “but, there you are on tv!”

“you are just realizing this?”

“well, it’s like inception!”

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“i was told, it was a wedding!”

her chest boiled with anger as she quickly hit pause. “NO BECAUSE, fuck you for that! i remember being all excited, thinking tony and pepper were gonna have a beautiful wedding, only to see hes fucking DEAD.”

tom couldn’t hold in his laughs. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know!”

“well it’s pretty obvious, tom! everyone’s sad and in black, baby, you really are an airhead.”

“hey-“ she cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

the two cuddled up while watching the interview, small laughs leaving their bodies.

“like, zendaya! when did you find out how endgame ended?”

“oh, i remember. me, jacob, and zendaya were all in a facetime call freaking the fuck out, while my boyfriend over here, was chilling like nothing was wrong.”

“you guys were in a facetime call?” he questioned.

“yes! i was heartbroken and i had gotten a call from z who was clearly also upset!”

“well, he’s fine clearly! i mean, i wouldn’t be in far from home if peter was dead, right?”

she looked up at him, his heartbeat still lingering on her skin. “so you can tell me that you are still alive, but you can’t tell me about jake gyllenhaals character?”

“well, it’s a given! obviously peter is alive!”

y/n groaned, her head now resting on his chest.

“dating a superhero is difficult.”

“aww, poor darling, i’m sure it is.” he peppered kisses along her forehead.

“hey! you ate all of the popcorn?!” tom was flabbergasted, his voice heightening a few octaves.

“yep, and what about it?” her tone dripping in sass.

“i wanted some, for one!”

“too bad, maybe if you would spill the deets on far from home, you’d get some of my popcorn. hell, tom, if you confess right now, i’ll make you a whole bowl!”

“no.”

“well it was worth a try!”

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“i can’t believe it’s over.” the house was completely silent, the only thing audible being tessa’s light snores.

“i’m gonna miss that guy..”

“baby, i’m right here.” he placed his hand at the small of her back, looking at her lovingly.

“i’m talking about mysterio.”

“oh, yeah, great!” she giggled at his response. “he’s just so hot, tom! way hotter than peter-“

“yeah, maybe if you think manipulation is hot!”

her mouth fell agape at his words.

“what?” he said, oblivious to the screw up he just made. she smiled widely at him as he slowly was hit with realization.

“oh, fucking damn it!”

[ignitedbynatsu]

He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Freed

A/N: aaah, don’t you just love it when you have a sudden rush of inspiration 🥰 Here is the long overdue version of Freed!! Thank you for your patience and support as always! Sting will be up next as promised, along with some request I recently got 💕

Warnings: swearing, insecurities (he makes you feel like you’re not good enough compared to Laxus)

Genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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"Freed-" "not now, (Y/N)"

It had become a routine for you. You wanted to ask your boyfriend something, but he was too busy pining after Laxus. Should you really be that surprised? After all, how could you live up to the expectation that is Laxus?

Your anniversary was coming up, and you hoped he'd skip a job to spend the day with you.

You were currently at your home preparing Freed's favourite meal. You had bought some candles and fairy lights to create a romantic mood. Not only that, but you even went as far as buying an expensive bottle of champagne.

You hummed to yourself as you placed the lid on the pot to keep it warm. Everything was ready, all you had to do now was to get changed and wait for the man you love.

You picked out Freed's favourite dress on you, did your hair nice and put on some light makeup. You didn't want to go overboard since it was still just something small at home, but you had been together for 5 years, so you thought that you could at least put some effort in.

Once dolled up, you took a seat on the couch and waited. Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and before you knew it a week had passed.

He didn't let you know he went on a mission that could take a week, so when he finally made it back to the guild, you were fuming.

"Hey, princess" you hadn't even noticed he had returned until he used your pet name.

You abruptly turned in your seat and narrowed your eyes at him, rage was dancing in your eyes as your lips turned into a scowl "What the fuck, Freed?"

The guild went silent as soon as the words left your mouth. All eyes were trained on you two, but you hardly noticed, completely consumed by your fury.

Freed was taken aback by your sudden outburst, eyes trailing that of his guildmates that were all staring at him intensely, waiting for a response "can we not do this here?"

"Why not?" You seethed "you didn't care when you left for a week without saying anything. You didn't care about our anniversary. So tell me, why should I care about getting angry at you in public?"

"(Y/N). I said not here" he warned you in a dangerously low tone. You could tell he was trying to keep his calm composure, but Freed hated confrontation, let alone in public.

"And I said I don't care. What you scared you to be viewed in a bad light by Laxus?" You challenged him.

He laughed mockingly as his best friends name left your mouth "is this what this is all about? Your insecurities about Laxus? You're being really petty right now, (Y/N)"

You breathed heavily as you stared at the man in front of you. The man you were supposed to be in love with, the man that was now minimalizing your insecurity "Fuck you"

You bumped your shoulder against him as you stormed out of the guild, not sparing anyone a second look.

Freed was left in shock by his own actions. You had every right to be upset with him. As soon as you revealed that your anniversary was last week, he wished the ground would open up and just swallow him whole. He was ashamed of losing his composure in front of everyone, but he was more ashamed of using your insecurities against you.

"And here I thought you were the smart one," Laxus said as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I really messed up, didn't I?" Freed sighed.

"That's an understatement" Bickslow agreed.

"I need to go apologize" he mumbled as he left the guild as well, hoping you were still home.

As soon as he opened the front door, he saw you carrying out a suitcase, heavily packed with what he presumed was your stuff.

"(Y/N) I-" Freed started, but the words got caught in his throat as he looked at your broken expression. He felt sick knowing that he was the cause of it.

"Look, Freed" you sighed heavily, tiredness evident in your voice, making him wonder if you even slept at all in the week he had left "I don't want to fight right now. I know I'll never be able to be as good of a person as Laxus. I know I let you down. Honestly, I'm surprised you lasted 5 years with me since I never even came close to Laxus. I just... I can't do this any more-"

"No, no, no" Freed rushed to take the suitcase from you "don't you dare break up with me"

He placed a hand on your cheek. You instinctively melted into his touch as you looked up at him through glossy eyes "I'm so sorry, but I really can't do this. I can't live my life trying to be someone that I'm not. I can't live up to your expectations"

"Baby, no, hey" he wiped the tears from your cheek, never removing the palm of his hand once "I don't want you to be like Laxus. I never wanted that once in my life. I fell in love with you for who you are. Please don't leave me. I know I was stupid for leaving and not saying anything. I know I am an asshole for forgetting our anniversary, and I'm an even bigger asshole for turning your insecurities against you"

You silently listen to Freed as he frantically tried to stop you from leaving. His eyes were wild and bewildered as he kept switching between your eyes. He was scared to death, scared of the thought of losing you.

"Please give me a chance to redeem myself. I just need one more chance, please" Freed fell to his knees, desperately hugging your waist as his head was pressed against your stomach. He held on tightly as if he were to let go, you'd disappear in thin air.

You were stunned by his actions. His normal calm and emotionless demeanour complete crumbled down in front of you. You sink to the floor as well so the two of you were now seated on the cold surface with tear-filled eyes. "Alright"

His eyes locked with yours, searching for a hint of malice, but all he could find was love and hope "one more chance"

He pulled you closer so you were now basically sitting in his lap as your chests touched. His arm was protectively wrapped around your back as the other gently pressed your head in the crook of his neck. A small sobbed escaped your lips as you let all the stress of the past week engulf you. The insecurities that were swimming through your mind, the anger you felt towards Freed, you let it all out as he held on tight.

He rocked both of your bodies to calm you down "I promise to be better. I promise to never make you feel like you have to compare with Laxus ever again. You're the love of my life, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am so sorry that I made you doubt yourself for even a second"

"I love you too, Freed" you mumbled as you finally calmed down in his embrace.

"I'll take a week off starting tomorrow to make up for the time we lost" he promised as he put some distance between you two, to look you in the eyes.

"With about Laxus" You frowned at his promise. You couldn't help but still feel a bit inferior to the dragon slayer despite all of Freed's reassuring words earlier.

"Who cares? You're the one that I love, not him. So what do you say? I'll take you to that new restaurant you wanted to go to tomorrow" he deflected your worries as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'd love that" You whispered before closing the gap and pressing your lips softly on his.

[fanficwriter284]

The Storm

"Seriously looks like another storms on the horizon"

"Chucky come look at this!"

Chucky sat down next to his wife and kids looking at the Tv.

"And our warning to you and your family. Stay indoors. It's a category 4. So we advise having a flight light and staying away from the windows."

"Oh Shit"

"Are we gonna be ok?"

"Are we gonna die!!!?"

"No Sweetface were gonna ok. Go grab your flashlights and blankets quickly before the storm starts!"

As the twins went upstairs to go grab their things Tiffany noticed something off about her husband. He was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"Sweetface, are you ok?"

"Yeah f-fine"

Then Tiffany realized he was gonna go out killing tonight, and he hadn't been out on a spree in a month. He had been waiting for Tiffany's ankle to heal, so he could go hunting with her.

"It's ok Sweetface after the storms over we can out out on a spree. Just you and me"

Chucky calmed down a bit and perked up. Then their kids came downstairs with blankets and their flashlights.

"Ima grab some snacks"

"Good Idea! I'm coming with you"

Once the two came back with a bunch of junk food, the family huddled together and waited. They heard the first few claps of thunder which started Glen. They waited and waited to hear the winds pick up and howl loudly. They heard the first drops of rain beginning to pour down. Then the power went out leaving the family in darkness

"Glenda turn on your torch"

The bright light of their flashlights illuminated the space the family was in.

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!!

Glen clung tighter to his mother trembling and the sound and the flashes of the thunder and lightning.

"Mom I'm scared!"

Glen was shaking and hated the thunder and lighting. While on the other hand, Chucky was losing his patience and not being able to go killing. He had been long overdue for a good kill. Now he was trapped in his own home. Tiffany noticed Chucky's repeated hand flapping and movements. Along with his fast foot tapping and knee bouncing up and down.

BOOM!!!!

That was the biggest thunder clapped and it scared the life out of little Glen and he started crying.

"It's ok Glen it's alright! It's just a little Thunder"

Tiffany held onto Glen a little tighter comforting him, keeping an eye on her fidgeting husband.

"Dad, you ok?"

He didn't respond, to focused on fiddling with his knife.

"Dad?"

No response.

"CHUCKY!!!?"

"HM?"

"Your daughter trying to ask you something!"

"Hm? Oh sorry Sweetheart what is it" He said setting his knife to the side but still fiddling with his fingers and his eye twitching a bit.

"Are you ok?"

"Huh? Oh y--yeah f--fine! Just Peachy!"

Tiffany gave a suspicious eyebrow raise.

BOOM!!!

Chucky covered his ears trying to block out the noise while Glen clung to his mother. Chucky stood up and paced around the room trying to calm himself down. He leaned against the wall gently banging his head against it not enough to hurt him but enough to make an audible noise.

Tiffany lean toward her daughter and whispered in her ear.

"Can you take care of your brother for a bit? Ima go and try and calm down your father"

Glenda gave a reassuring nod and tried to distract Glen from the commotion going on outside.

"Here Bro, have some gummy worms they always cheer me up!"

She handed some to him and munched on a few herself.

"Thanks"

"Yeah no problem"

Tiffany went over to her antsy husband and tried to calm him down. She took his hand and looked him in his baby blue eyes. She knew telling him to relax wasn't going to accomplish anything, so she told him to do things to keep him busy and keep his mind off of kill and murder.

"Chucky. Sweetface. It's ok. Come on, why don't you come to help me with something?"

Chucky was still messing with his knife but somewhat listening to his wife.

"Hm? Oh yeah sure, why not?"

Tiffany grabbed the unfolded laundry and set it down. She walked over to the kid and saw they were giggling happily making shadow puppets, forgetting that they were in the middle of the storm. Chucky was zooming through folding the sock and folding shirts and pants. He was a perfectionist and made sure everything was straight and aligned. He began to relax and folding seemed to take his mind off going on a spree. He grinned watching his kids having fun playing with shadow puppets and eating gummy worms. He was back to his regular self. He leaned on his wife's shoulder and smiled.

"Thanks Tiff"

"Anytime Sweetface"

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 10)

Chapter Summary: What a day.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 7.1k

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, confrontation, mention to past relationships that might’ve been a bit toxic, crying, laughing.

A/N: I know, I’m not a fast updater! Thank you all for the patience, and I hope you guys like this chapter. I feel like a should warn you about the level of angst that might be below your expectations, this is me trying to write a romantic comedy, guys, bear with me, lol! Thank you to my sweet Les for always having my back. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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 “Will you marry me?”

Those words replay in your head while your limbs go slack. Eddie kneels before you, diamond ring in hands and an expectant look on his face.  You just stare at him, unsure of what to say or even what to feel among the huddle of sensations inside you… until one of them suppresses the others and your parted lips shut right before your jaw clenches. Anger.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?”

Completely taken aback by your snap, the man before you flinches and his shoulders drop while the little box shuts when his hand does.

“I-I…” he tries.

“No,” you cut him off, “Seriously,” you swiftly get up from the sofa, and he follows, “You broke up with me after one year or so without properly touching me or even talking to me,” you scoff, shaking your head, “And now you come here and fucking propose after months apart? Fucking propose, Eddie?” You repeat yourself, narrowing your eyes at him, “What the hell are you even thinking? That I would swoon and run to your arms just like that?” You snap your fingers, “That I was here just waiting for this moment?”

The man seems completely startled and lost in front of you, but in your outrage, you don’t find in you to care one bit, “I know I messed up,” he finally speaks, “I know it’s all my fault, I was lost, but this?” he lifts the little box, “This is it, I’m not lost anymore.”

You sigh, running your hand over your face, you put on a calmer voice as the anger guiding your actions and words so far starts subduing, “Listen, I was crushed when you broke up with me, I should’ve seen it coming, maybe I should’ve tried harder when I noticed the distance between us-”

“That’s not true, baby -”

“Eddie,” you raise a hand to interrupt him, “Let’s try to be honest to each other here for once. If there’s something I’ve learned is that we can never do wrong by being honest.”

There’s a crease between his eyebrows as he takes in your words until he breathes in and nods.

“We weren’t ok by the end of our relationship, this time apart made me see that much clearly now. I may have turned a blind eye to it all, but that’s the truth. We weren’t communicating, we were just going with the flow, and that’s on us. Both of us.” Your lips tighten and he keeps his attention on you, “But now…Maybe you didn’t notice or maybe you’re the one turning a blind eye for it now, but don’t you see the timing for this proposal is, in the least, a little off?”

“What? Why?” He tilts his face while the crease on his forehead deepens.

You let out a breath and walk to the sofa. He follows you and you both sit down again. A true and honest conversation with Eddie has been long overdue and you don’t think it’s time to keep postponing it, “We are broken up for months and you’re proposing to me not even two whole days after seeing me close to someone else… after trying to hook up with a woman you’d been flirting and not being able to go through…”

The bone on his throat bobs as he gulps and looks down to his lap.

“You may say this was enough to make you see you were wrong about the breakup and for distancing yourself, but this can’t be enough for a decision like that.” You nod towards the little box in his hand, “Those four months maybe haven’t been what you expected to be for you…And to be honest, they weren’t exactly what I expected to be for me, either,” you falter, but keep your head straight.

His head snaps back towards you and he just observes you for a brief moment, like he’s reading you anew, “What do you mean?” he asks quietly. 

You’re not sure what you should answer to that when not even you have a clear understanding of what this time apart really meant for you. Your lips tighten before you speak, “You keep saying I’ve changed, maybe I did, I don’t know.” You shrug. “All I know is that I can’t accept your proposal. For the sake of us, Eddie. We can’t right the wrongs of our relationship just jumping to that,” you add, hoping that he would understand you.

His head drops and he takes in a shuddering breath, making your heart heavy. Your hands turn into nervous fists on your lap. He is important to you, there’s no way to deny that. Weeks ago it’s possible you wouldn’t even think twice or even consider the problems in your relationship before accepting the proposal with all your heart. But now, like you said, something has changed, something that made you realize all the problems in the path you two drove your relationship to.

Not to say that, in the deepest of your mind, there’s a chanting of another man’s name, a quiet but persistent echo. Still, you keep it aside for later deliberation. Now you focus on Eddie, the man you planned to spend a life with and who is before you, offering you to do just that and hearing a rejection from you.

His eyes close before he looks back at you, “Ok,” he nods, “I’m not saying I agree with all of that, but I accept your decision,” he sighs and you give him a small smile, “This is yours, though.” He takes your hands and puts the little box in it, shutting it so you can hold it.

Your mouth falls open while your eyes rounds, “Eddie, no, I can’t-”

“Please,” he urges, dragging himself closer to you, “This is yours. It doesn’t change by the fact you said no. Regardless if we stay together or not, I want you to have it, please,” he pleads, keeping his hand around yours, squeezing the little box tight in your hold.  

The abandonment etched on his face is what makes you swallow dry and give him a small nod while your chest heavies, “Ok,” you whisper, “But- but it doesn’t change anything, Eddie,” you make sure to add. 

He smiles a breathy smile and withdraws his hand from yours, letting you keep the box while you pull your hand, “I know, it’s ok… Can I ask you one more thing, though?”

“Alright,” you agree.

“You said you don’t wanna jump to marriage, that it can’t right the wrongs of our relationship. But…is there a chance for us at something in the middle? I mean, is there a chance for us to work things out?”

Your eyebrows dart high on your forehead. The question causes a cold pinch in your stomach. You think about all the time you spent together, all the hopes and dreams, the struggles, the good and the bad… Right now, if you dig into yourself and your feelings, he may not feel like the obvious choice for you, but there was a time, not so long ago, that he was and it felt right. You have to respect that, don’t you?

“Listen Eddie,” you speak softly, after clearing your throat, “Maybe we can start by seeing each other more frequently?” Your forehead scrunches after you present your offer, not sure how he’s going to take that. “We can keep talking, not holding back on things we have to say to each other, being honest… We can try to be friends for now, or something like that? And then we see how it all goes?”

“Friends?” Eddie snickers, “We were never friends.” He lets out a skeptical snort.

You shrug, “We can try… I don’t know… All I know is I’m not ready for more now and I need some time to put my thoughts together, and I think you need that, too.”

After just looking at you for a second, he puts on a small smile and covers your hand with his, “Alright. All the time you need. But now, just… let me…”

You watch when he leans over and moves his lips close to yours. After placing a hand on the nape of your neck, he waits for a reaction of some sort, but when you offer none and just stares at him, he kisses you.

Your eyes shut after a few seconds. It feels weird and familiar at the same time if that even makes sense. There’s a longing behind the gesture, a longing that makes your heart beat a bit faster… An urge grows in you, a tingle, a crucial need to...

Pulling away, you quickly turn your face to the other side before covering your mouth with you forearm and setting free the sneeze that was bubbling inside you.  

You sniff and, with a frown, turn to a comically taken aback Eddie, “Alright, if we’re going to be around and honest with each other from now on, I’m sorry but you’ll have to get rid of that damn perfume.”

“Really? But you loved that perfume.”

Your lips form a thin line and you raise an eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his face, “Oh…I guess you didn’t.”

~~~

After promising you the perfume wouldn’t be a problem anymore, Eddie leaves with the compromise of calling you for a coffee soon. You realize you two never really talked about the condo and you wonder if that has anything to do with him being sure you two would end up together again.

If that’s the case, you’re definitely not as sure as he is. And it’s an odd feeling, not being sure about Eddie anymore. Even when things were bad, you were always sure about him.

Finding yourself alone again, you drop your body on your couch. You’re damn exhausted. Tilting your head to the side, your gaze meets the little box over the center table. You reach for it and open the lid. Without the adrenaline from before, you take your time to observe it.

You take in the thin straight white gold band that leads to the halo which holds the round and small brilliant cut diamond. You smile as you can tell he was thinking of you when he picked that ring. It’s simple and beautiful, something that wouldn’t attract much attention to your hand, like most of your jewelry.

Eddie has never been that great with making conversation or opening up with you- and maybe a few other actions - but he always knew exactly what to gift you. He has always been thoughtful with your taste and personality.

Without thinking much, you put on the ring. You sprawl your hand before you and have to acknowledge that it fits perfect. You wonder how much it would make you feel special not much time ago…

Letting out a groan, you drop the little box on the floor in favor to reach for your phone in your jeans’ pocket. Your thumb hovers the name that’s been nagging at the back of your mind this whole time. Without giving yourself much time to think, you press on the name.

Bucky “Soft Tongue” Barnes.  

A little smile curls your lips. You really need to change that.

The ringing tone resounds in your ear as your breathing quickens. Why just the mere thought of talking to Bucky is making you so damn nervous? You wait… and wait. When it goes to the voicemail, you quickly hang up.

That’s the very first time Bucky doesn’t pick up when you call. The small frown between your eyebrows softens at the thought that he’s probably sleeping. It’s Sunday after all.

You huff while you hold your phone against your chest with one hand and digs your fingers into your hair with the other. You stare at the white ceiling above you… Shit… what the hell are you even doing. Calling Bucky right after being proposed by Eddie? And why in the world does your mind keep insisting on the thought of Bucky and you feel the need to talk all about that morning with him, to listen to whatever opinion he might have on that, or anything else he might have to say?

And why does your heart jump so funny when you remember his face… that stupid perfect face… and his smile…

Fuck…

That probably has something to do with the last couple of days you spent with him. First, he was your rock at your party, making it easier for you to have fun, and then taking care of your drunk ass. Then the next day at Brooklyn… and the night after that. It did feel different… maybe more intimate...

But it’s just an impression... The man has always made himself crystal clear – which, by the way, so did you - that what you had was sex, incredible and mind-blowing, of course, but just sex. He has never wanted anything other than that, and you’re definitely sure Bucky Barnes isn’t cut out for what comes in a relationship beyond the sex.

Shifting your gaze to the ring on your finger as you still hold your phone against you, your relationship with Eddie comes to your mind, how you always did everything together, the decisions regarding life, work and everything else were taken together, the dreams and growth, the stability and familiarity…You also think about the arguments… the silence and distance, the loss of the spark and the excitement of being together, the times you ended up erasing your likes and dislikes to avoid confrontation…

With a will of its own, your mind then navigates to Bucky again and what you had together this last month. You can’t imagine him, in all his glorious bachelor lifestyle, engaging in a relationship like that, with all the strings and emotional weight that surely come with it and, by your experience, ends up killing all the fun. Do you still want a relationship like that, though? Of course there’s its positive side, but what about all the negatives that stubbornly resist any relationship?

Also… seriously? Bucky’s the first man who’s nice to you after your break-up… The second you’ve had sex with. Ever. You can’t be so pathetic to the point of having a no strings attached relationship with a guy and start thinking, because he’s nice and kind to you, because you suddenly feel like you shared a special weekend with him, that it could lead to something different than that.  

You groan as it frustrates you to no end the thought that you’re so weak that maybe you can’t be your own person and perhaps need to always be engaged in some kind of relationship or emotionally attached to someone, no matter if you know them for ten years or a month.

If Bucky were there, he would probably say the right thing, about how you’re overthinking all of it and you’re just a couple of rabbits fucking majestically and enjoying each other’s company. He would also say that you two were too smart to trade that for something as boring and dull as love. A loose smile twitches your lips.  

You don’t need to fall for him just because you’re having sex… Just because he’s the most handsome and sexy man you’ve ever seen… Because he’s amazing in bed, respectful, kind, smart, funny, strong, thoughtful…

Jesus…

Immersed in your conflicting feelings and thoughts of Bucky, of Eddie, of yourself… you have no idea of when you end up falling asleep on your couch, but the ding of your doorbell wakes you up in a startle, you squint and brush your hand over your face before reaching for your phone that has fallen over the carpet. Your eyes widen at the clock. You’ve been sleeping for a little more than a couple of hours. As the doorbell rings again, you spot five missed calls. All of them from Bucky. And after swiftly getting up and rushing to the door, that’s the man you find behind it.

“Hey-”

You don’t even let him start talking before pulling him in into a hug, circling your arms around his neck and nestling your head against him. You don’t even know why you’re doing this, but you love the warmth of him wrapping you up, and you love that he holds you back immediately, without questions or further talking.

You let out a deep sigh, before leaning away and smiling at him, which he mimics.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” he says back, gazing at you with a distinguish softness in his eyes and a small but beautiful smile on his lips. “I saw your missed call, I tried to call you back a few times and when you didn’t answer I thought maybe I should drop by,” he says.

“Good,” you breathe and turn, taking his hand and guiding him inside as he shuts the door with his foot behind him.

He pulls your hand, making you stop on your track and face him again. The softness from before gives place to a nervous little frown on his face, “I- I need to talk to you -”   

”Eddie proposed to me.” You don’t know if it’s the little tremble on his voice, his very presence, or the fact that they were choking in your throat, but the information spills from your mouth unannounced.  

The words catch on Bucky’s throat as he inhales sharply. He takes a step back at the same time his rounded eyes drop to your hand, which is still laced on his. The blood seems to vanish from his face.

You follow his stare and that’s when your eyes ball out because you realize you’re still wearing the ring. Acting by impulse, you take your hand away from his and move to pull the ring off your finger, “I-I didn’t say yes,” you quickly clarify, but the damn ring doesn’t budge even with your harsh attempts of taking it off and a desperate feeling lodges at the pit of your stomach because goddammit it had fit perfectly moments ago. You groan in sheer frustration, looking down and pulling even more forcefully, “I was just trying it on-I-“.

Gentle hands cover yours. Your mouth snaps shut and your hasty ministrations halts. You look up and take in the sight of his eyes on you. They are softer now and it calms you down, just like the light massaging circles he draws on your skin. A caress. While you keep your eyes on each other, he twirls the ring, which now moves with ease, and ever so slowly, he pulls it through the length of your finger, till it’s completely off of you.

Holding it with his thumb and index finger, he observes the shiny little jewel between the two of you, his expression unreadable, before he offers it back to you.    

Like waking up from a daze, you’re quick to accept it and place it on the center table at your side.

“I told him this wasn’t the time to think about that...” you say, your voice coming out timid as you fidget with your fingers.

Bucky remains quiet, putting his hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression still on his face. He nods, though, for you to continue, “We talked a lot. He asked if we still had a chance and I said we should start off by seeing each other more, like friends or something like that, and then see what happens.” You purse your lips.

“Oh…” he mumbles. 

You wait for him to say anything else, but he doesn’t. He just seems lost for speech and that’s news for you.

“It was a hectic morning,” you let out a nervous little laugh, “I called you because I kind of wanted to talk to you… I mean…What do you think?” You bite your cheek.

“Of what?” He blinks.

“All of that… The proposal, my answer…” your voice fails.

Bucky clears his throat before he nods, “Well… what more did he tell you exactly?”

You then pull him to sit on the sofa with you and you tell him everything Eddie had said right there on that same sofa, trying hard to not let any detail out. For some reason knowing what Bucky would have to say about that is all that matters to you right now.  

“Hold on.” Bucky holds up both his hands as a crease appears between his eyebrows, “Are you telling me he decided to break up with you without even trying to work things out, really talk to you about whatever shitty crises he was going through and then comes here after four months of radio silence, right after seeing you close to me and after he tried to hook up with someone else?” He scoffs, shaking his head before getting up, turning his back to you.

You watch, still on your seat, as he runs a hand over his face, before you get up and puts a hand on his back, you’ve never seen him that agitated, “Bucky…”

He swiftly turns to you, gesticulating with his arms and hands as he speaks, “Sounds like this guy’s single life wasn’t exactly what he thought it would be and the moment he realized maybe it was going a lot nicer for you, he decides he better jump in again, that he’s ready and shit? Sounds like he still doesn’t know what he really wants and is taking a shot at you like some impulsive and jealous asshole. Fuck this guy,” he spits as his cheeks flush red.

His reaction takes you off course for a bit. He’s been always honest and straightforward with you, but you didn’t expect such an emotion outrage from him. You talked about Eddie many times with him and it was never like that, “I-I… yeah, I know, Bucky. I’m not blind to that, which is what I told him after he proposed.”

“And yet, you’re talking about starting to see him again,” he states and if he wanted to sound like an accusation you didn’t know, but it sure sounds like it. 

“Bucky, it’s ten years,” you argue, not sure why this seems to be escalating to, not a fight, but at least a heated debate, “I can’t just erase this time and what it meant to me. That’s a great part of my whole adult life. We lived together, did everything together. I loved him. You have no idea what it’s like to have a relationship like that.” 

His jaw clenches, before he gives his back to you. His head drops and he puts his hands on both sides of his waist.

You shift on your feet, wondering whether you have maybe crossed a line there. This kind of heat up interaction with Bucky is news and completely strange to you. But when you’re about to say something, you hear the low groan that come out of his mouth.

“A man who won’t even eat your pussy...” he shakes his head, utter exasperation on his voice.

Your jaw drops before a small gasp slips through your lips. You don’t take it as an offense or anything like that, because when he said it, it wasn’t in an accusing tone like before, let alone aggressive. It’s just like he’s genuinely confused by why you would have such consideration for a man who wouldn’t go down on you.

“Bucky,” you let out a breathy laugh, “What the hell is going on with you?” You tilt your head while he still has his back to you, “If I didn’t know you better I would say you were jealous.”

His head snaps up at your comment and he turns to face you. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth. There’s something of anguish on his eyes and the amusement in your face drops at his demeanor.

“That’s because I am,” he affirms, short of breath.

Your eyes widen for a second before you frown and your head shakes lightly with confusion, “What?”

“I’m jealous, ok? I’m jealous, that’s it.” His face reddens even harder as his voice raises and he gesticulates, indignation pouring out from him, “Your ex is a douche who didn’t appreciate what he had and now decides he can come here and fuck up with what we have?”

A shocked breath comes out of your lips, “What we have? Bucky, you were the first one to be sure our deal wouldn’t be exclusive, and that was fine by me. I talked about Eddie with you countless times and it was fine, I don’t get why you’re saying and acting like that now.”

“Yeah, I know all of that, but things change, I guess…shit.” He curses and covers his eyes with both hands and takes a few breaths before looking at you again, “I didn’t want to tell you like that,” he says in a softer way right before he clenches his teeth again, “But that jerk had to come here first…”

“Didn’t want to tell me what exactly, Bucky?” you question.

He looks at you for a second, the agitation slowly leaving his features before he walks over you and takes you by the hand to guide you to sit on the sofa again, “Listen,” he says, as you sit beside him, intently listening to him, “It’s been some time I’ve been feeling kind of weird towards you. Us, I mean.” He gulps, “A kind of feeling that confused the hell out of me for quite some time.”

“Ok…” Your heart races in your chest, but you still have no idea where this is going, so you decide to not say anything else and let him talk so maybe you can get a better grasp on what the hell is going on.

“You know this morning, when you picked up Eddie’s phone and said he could come over?”

Your eyes move away from his for a second, since you’re not exactly proud of the fact that you did tell Eddie to come over when he was still there, but Bucky said it himself it was ok… clearly it was not.

“We had just had an amazing day and night together and I was even more confused when I got out of here,” he continues, ”I needed to check something, to fully understand what was happening, so I called Amanda.”

“Oh… really?” A piercing ache bites on your chest at the information. Are you the one who’s jealous now? “Were you with her when I called you? That’s why you didn’t pick up?” You ask, trying not to let your unexpected feeling show, but you’re not sure whether you’re succeeding or not.  

“Yeah,” he admits with a small nod.

The answer makes you flinch on your seat, “And you wanna talk to me about jealousy,” you scoff, crossing your arms in front of you, the annoyance slipping through your tone, “That’s really funny, Bucky, don’t you think?”

“But… I-I,” he seems lost for a moment, “Listen, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ never have, not gonna start now. I called her with the idea of having sex with her, yeah. Ever since I met you I hadn’t slept with anyone else and I thought that maybe that was the reason I was feeling so weird-“

“Wait…Really? You hadn’t been with anyone else?” You interrupt him, since the information piques your interest. Now that he mentions it, you have a vague memory of someone telling you that exact same thing at the party while you were too shitfaced to process the info. What an irony that the someone was precisely Amanda.  

“No, and I still haven’t because I couldn’t even get it up,” he discloses with pure exasperation.

“What?” You lift both your eyebrows, “You couldn’t get it up?” You practically squeal, “Is that… is that even possible?” You reach over his forehead to check his temperature, “Are you ok?”

Taking your hand in his, he lets out a chuckle, but there’s no humor behind it, “I called her because I thought that if I hooked up with someone else, maybe things would be clearer or whatever.  And they did.” He huffs, nodding down to his lower half, “The jerk down there decided to throw on my face something I think I’ve known for a while but had no idea what to make of it.”

He pauses and takes a few breathes, looking down as if he needs to gather some courage and you squeeze his hand, trying to provide him what he needs to keep talking. When he looks back at you, there’s a small reassuring smile on your face waiting for him and the next words he says bursts out from his lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence settles in the room. You still have your hand on his while he stares at you expectantly. You stare back at him. Something starts bubbling in your chest. It grows bigger and bigger till it runs up your throat and spurts from your lips in the form of a laugh. A big and hysterical one.  

You let go of his hand to lightly push him on his shoulder, “Oh my God, Bucky,” you say, as tears form in the corner of your eyes of how much you’re laughing, “Only you can come up with a story like that to make me laugh now.” You point at him, “You finding out you’re in love with me because of a limp-dick.” You laugh even harder.

It's when you move to tap on his shoulder again that you focus on his face to see the lack of amusement on it. He has a sad and almost embarrassed gaze fixed on you as his lips form a frown.

The laugh dies on your lips.

“Oh…” you breathe, while realization finally comes to you, “You’re not kidding.”

He gives you a tight-lip smile.

“Oh…” you say again, any other word vanishing from your mind as you shift and lean back on your seat, staring ahead and away from him. Bucky has just said he thinks he’s in love with you.

Bucky…

In love with you…

“I know this wasn’t the ideal way and time to tell you, I know,” he starts talking in a hurry beside you, but you keep staring ahead, unable to move from your position, as a whole new bubble starts taking form in your chest and throat, taking over your senses, “And I know you didn’t expect that from me, hell, I certainly wasn’t expect that myself, but it just happened and I was confused, but I’m not anymore, I know what I’m feeling and… Y/N?” he suddenly interrupts his rambling, “Are you… are you crying?”

You turn to him again and see the widening of his eyes when he catches the evidence for his suspicion, “Yes,” you cry out, as tears run down unbidden your cheeks, “Yes, I’m crying, I’m sorry,” you hide your face in your hands.

“No, no, no, no, sweetheart,” he reaches over you, desperation etched on his voice as he wraps your shaking shoulder in a tight hug, “Please don’t cry… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…I don’t wanna see you like that. Please don’t cry.” His voice shakes, “Or I’m gonna cry, too.” And as if on cue, you hear the sniffles.

Burying your cheeks on his shirt, dampening the fabric with tears, you let yourself be hugged by him. And, just like that, you live the most pathetic scene of your life, two grown ass adults holding each other and sobbing like babies, without saying anything for God knows how many minutes.

You have no idea what has come over you, but hearing him saying that, right after being proposed by Eddie, after finding yourself with such conflicting thoughts and feelings, must have triggered something inside you.

When your shoulders stop shaking so much and the tears seem to give you two a truce, you lean away from him, “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say, wiping the wetness from the corner of your eyes with your fingers, “This was ridiculous, God… I guess it’s been an intense day…” you take in a shuddering breath.

“No, no,” He swipes the back of his hand on his cheeks, brushing out the wetness from there, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. Let’s forget all about it-”

“No,” you cut him off, “No, Bucky, it’s ok, I’m glad you told me,” you put some softness in your voice for the huge man who has just cried his eyeballs out with you, “But… Are you sure? I mean… it’s you.” Shrugging your shoulder, you gesture towards him with both your hands, “That’s not what you want, it’s against all of your life philosophy, your lifestyle.”

He chuckles and his gaze drops, before they’re on you again, “You know, I’ve never taken anyone else to that burger joint, I’ve never shown that picture to anyone and even less talked about my sisters… my mom... Then our night together, right here in your bedroom?” He points towards the room, “I’ve had tons, I mean, tons of sex my whole life, I don’t need to lie about that. But I never had a night like that with anyone else. That wasn’t just sex and I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

You’re entranced by his words and you feel yourself shrinking under the intensity of his gaze on you, of the sentiment that sweeps into his voice. There’s not a bone in you that makes you contradict what he’s saying. It was a special night. Moments ago, you were still daydreaming about it.

“I know it sounds weird coming from me,” he breathes, “I know everything I said and even bragged about before is coming to bite me in the ass right now,” his jaw tightens, ”But I’m certain of what I’m feeling… I think about you all the damn time, sweetheart… I look at you and I wanna laugh and cry all at once,” he scoffs, gesturing towards his reddened eyes, and you can’t help but to let out a breathy smile. “I’m in love with you,” he bores his gaze on you. “Fuck whatever I ever wanted before. I want you now.”

You take in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the air his words knocked out of your lungs. You’re in a loss for words. In all the scenarios you pictured for this deal of Bucky and yours - which weren’t that many, since you jumped in with the mindset of seizing the moment with him – you’ve never seen that one happening: him coming over to tell you he’s fallen for you. As much as his confession sparks something inside you, that’s so unlike him, that you need to be the voice of reason there.

“Bucky…” you call softly, putting your other hand over the one that you’re already holding. You look down at it, before turning to him again, watching anxious blue eyes on yours,  “You said Eddie only decided to come here and propose after seeing me with you and after trying to hook up with someone else. As you said, it shows that he’s just being impulsive and might not know what he genuinely wants, right?”

“Yeah…” He nods after clearing his throat. Apparently, that’s not what he expected you to say after he poured his heart out for you, “Because that’s the truth, the guy doesn’t know what he really wants.” He shrugs.

You offer him a tight but kind smile, “Don’t you see the similarity here?”

His forehead creases at your question.

You keep a gentle gaze on him as you speak, “This morning you went out of here after Eddie called. You knew he was coming. Then, you tried hooking up with Amanda… That didn’t work out…” You shake your head, “Now you’re here, telling me you’re in love with me, after practically seeing me with someone else and trying to have sex with another woman and not being able to go through with it.”

You see realization dawning on his face, as he understands what you’re trying to say, “No… no, that’s different.” He swiftly shakes his head.

“How so?” You insist.

“I know what I’m feeling, Y/n.” He says with firmness in his voice, “I’ve been trying to understand these feelings for a while now. The situation may have pushed me further, but it’s not the cause of anything. I’m not acting by impulse, please believe me,” he begs.  

“I’m not saying you’re not feeling anything, Bucky,” you counter, “Our time together was so special,” you smile, “I’m not blind to that… and I think… I think I-I-“

Your mouth shuts and you bite your lower lip. You almost say that there’s a chance you’ve developed feelings for him, too. But you don’t really know what those feelings mean and what you really want. You don’t really know much about them, but it’s been just one day and one night that have made you notice those sentiments…  you don’t wanna lead him or even yourself on, based on feelings that have just shown up and you still have no idea where this is going.

Plus… there’s Eddie. The mere thought of him drops a weight over your shoulders.

“I-I’m confused, Bucky,” you say, instead of saying all of that, but that’s not a lie. Not at all. “I don’t really know what to feel or think… There’s a great chance you’re confused by your own feelings, too. And maybe after Eddie appeared on the scene those feelings might be doing a number on your mind and making you take them as something deeper than they really are.”

“That’s… you’re wrong, I know what I’m feeling,” he says softly, his head dropping to your joined hands, where he caresses your skin with his thumb.

“Bucky…” you sigh, “Even if you’re really in love with me like you say you are… You never wanted that,” you try to reason, as he looks up at you, “With that kind of sentiment comes commitment, and commitment is not a piece of cake. Most of the time it leads to a broken heart, most likely two. Believe me, I know.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you. Your heart is tight by the traces of sorrow you catch behind the look on his face and you hate to be the one to put it there. But at that moment, that’s all you can give him, 

“As for me,” you nod, as if to engrave the thought into your mind, “I think what I need now is to be alone for a while… My entire adult life I was never single. I need to figure out who I am without having someone to lean on emotionally, physically and… I don’t know...You-you know what I’m saying? But, please, I don’t wanna hurt you, I-” You stammer, annoyed that the air you’re breathing suddenly seems to not be enough to fill your lungs.  

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, dragging himself through the cushions to come even closer to you as he notices your increasing distress, “It’s ok,” he says, taking your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it, coaxing a short gasp out of you, “I get what you’re saying, and I respect that. I do.” He offers you a comforting smile.

The sorrow you’ve seen moments ago is not on his gaze anymore, and it helps to ease down your breathing and mind, driving you to focus solely on him, his voice and what he’s saying.  

“I don’t want to force myself or my feelings on you, and you don't need to worry about hurting me, sweetheart. It's ok. I promise. I’m a grown ass man, I might’ve been confused, but I can handle my own feelings.” A kind of sweetness you’ve never heard from him laces his voice, “I just need you to understand one thing, though.” His features turn a bit more serious, “I know what I’m feeling, no matter how much time passes and no matter if it’s the same for you or not. It doesn’t change anything for me. I was confused before, I was. But I’m not anymore.”

“Ok,” a low mumble is all you manage to provide as an answer, stunned by both the words and the certainty he reveals through them.

“Are we good?” He checks.

“We’re good.”

He smiles, a bright and gentle grin, and it’s the Bucky you’ve spent almost every day of the last month on his demeanor again. You smile back, feeling your shoulders a bit lighter.  

“I have one more question, though. I’m new to this whole express feelings stuff,” he grimaces playfully, “Did I screw everything up?” He asks, but there’s no weight on his words while his forehead scrunches up a bit, but the smile lingers on his lips.

You laugh a little, before bringing a hand to cup his cheek, “You didn’t screw anything up and I’m not dismissing what you’re telling me you’re feeling, Bucky, it’s not that at all.” You shake your head and it feels cozy inside your chest as he leans his cheek against the touch of your hand, “I just think we both need to take our time and understand our feelings straight. You and me.” You lightly stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Does that mean our deal is off?” He asks with a cringing curve on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, bringing your hand to your lap, “Let’s call it suspended for now, how about that?”

He shrugs, “Ok, but Little Bucky down there is going to be very upset, he turned out to have a strict preference.”

“Oh my God.” You let out a loud laugh, “Little Bucky? Seriously?”

“Don’t make fun of him, he’s very sensitive today.” He puts on an exaggerated pout.  

Your head falls back from how much you laugh, being followed shortly by him. You don’t know if it’s a habit developed in the last month or something bigger than that, but you can’t help when your lips and his meet. He sighs through the kiss, which starts slow and gentle, but next thing you know, you’re both breathing hard and you have your fingers buried through his locks as he pulls you by the waist, his broad body on yours, his arms around you, his heat burning you up while your heart beats fast against his chest…

You have to put together every little ounce of strength inside you to part your lips from him, letting your forehead rest against his.

“Bucky…” you whisper, trying to catch some hair, “We shouldn’t-“.

“See you around, sweetheart,” he says back and, after placing a long kiss on your forehead, he gets up and walks towards the door, sporting a cheeky little smirk on his lips that makes your heart race even more.   

~~~

To be continued...

[carolmaximoffs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT OMFG i can’t believe so many of the coolest ppl in my life that i know are aquas. ily you’re NINETEEN that’s wild!! you know i love a good roommates or friends w benefits fic gimme gimme gimme 😗💜

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE AGH...here is your long overdue wanda x reader roommates fic, my love! so sorry for the wait, but thank you for your sweet words and your patience <3 @subtlebucky

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none really? maybe a curse. references to drinking, partying. jealous! reader. apologies to anyone named jillian, beck, or yasmine. sharing a bed, but not in THAT way. 

WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you smell coffee already brewing. You stretch leisurely as you pad into the main part of your shared apartment, faux-flirtatious smile already gracing your lips.

“Smells good, baby!” You call. The laughter dissipates from your body as you pause in the kitchen doorway. Wanda is indeed sipping coffee in the kitchen, but is also standing between the legs of a tall, rather buff girl you’ve never seen before who’s perched comfortably on your island. “Oh.”

"Jill, this is my roommate, Y/N," Wanda says, perfectly at ease. You wonder if your eye really does twitch at the sight of Wanda's hand on Jill's thigh, but you pray it's just your imagination.

“Hi, uh, I didn’t - we’re not - hi.” Your face burns as you duck past them, reaching up into the cabinet for your mug before realizing it’s missing. You whirl around, about to ask Wanda, when you see it. And Wanda must realize it the same time you do, because she gives you this tight smile and wide eyes. Jill sips idly from your favorite cup, the one with the funny handle and your initial in rainbow gradient. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, had gifted it to you a few Christmas’s back - you know he’d have stopped Jillian from using it. Instead, you fill the most boring mug you and Wanda own - black, with a white outline of Sokovia in a red heart - and send your roommate a sour look. “I’ll just...”

You jerk your head towards the bedrooms, and stalk off. Maybe out of embarrassment, but mostly out of stubbornness, you pretend not to hear Wanda apologizing and making excuses on your behalf as you leave.

.......

Two weeks later, just when things are returning to normal, it happens again.

Well, more or less. It’s significantly darker out now, and this time you’re putting leftover Chinese food in the fridge when the door bursts open. Wanda all but falls into your apartment, a sharp-nosed girl with a deep violet buzzcut hot on her heels. Space Army Cadet and your best friend are hand in hand, the latter barely tossing you a glance as she drags her guest down the hall. And yeah, you’ve seen Wanda bring people home before - even brought a handful of people home yourself. Hell, one of you two’s closest friends was an ex of hers; oddball physics major, Vis, had been Wanda’s lover for the notable first three years of college.

 Lately, though, you’d noticed this...pit in your stomach, carved a little deeper with each new bedmate. Every time you shook it off - it wasn’t any of your business what Wanda did in her free time. Was it because they were women? You catch yourself wondering, but no - you’d never had an issue with that, why would you start now? Shutting the fridge, you shuffle back to your room, turning your TV up to drown out anything from Wanda’s room next door.

The next morning, the eccentric friend is nowhere to be found, but you did find there was a severe lack of alcohol in your coffee as Wanda cheerily filled you in. Buzzcut’s name was Yasmine, she was in Wanda’s European lit. course, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate Yasmine nearing the acquirement of her masters. You stare into your cup and hum at all the appropriate points, choosing not to point out that it was only November and nowhere near graduating season. Maybe Yasmine was on the fast track - Wanda always did like the smart ones. 

You become so absorbed in thought you don’t notice at first that your housemate has stopped chittering away. When you look up, it’s to a pouty frown. You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “What?”

“Are you...okay?” Wanda’s frown deepens, brows furrowed as she brushes a stray lock of auburn from her face and folds her arms over her chest. “We...You’ve been a little distant lately, I guess.” 

“I’m fine,” You say breezily, rising to your feet to dump the dregs of your coffee in the sink. Some irritating heartstring twangs at your tone - you hate brushing Wanda off, but what are you supposed to say? Hey, can you stop bringing girls home? I think I’ve caught homophobia. You repress a shudder at the mere thought as you move to sweep past her and get ready for your first class, but a small hand curls around your bicep.

“Just...don’t be a stranger, okay, kedvesem?” Darling. Swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling curiously parched, you can only nod. Wanda lets go, but you can feel her fingerprints burning like a brand even when you’re lying in bed that night.

.....

The holidays go off more or less without a hitch; there’s a very scary hiccup shortly before Christmas when you come home to find Wanda curled into Vision’s side on the couch, the pair of them sharing a blanket. But Wanda looks...as if she’s been crying? Love Actually is playing, Wanda’s go to Christmas comfort movie, and Vision is texting someone called ‘Peter M.’ with an alarming number of heart emojis, so you continue onward. 

Your subconscious must be looking out for you otherwise, because it’s not until New Year’s that you see Wanda with a mystery lover. Actually, you don’t see much of Wanda at all outside of Christmas, and even when you do, it’s always just the two of you at home. Of course, because of this, she insists on dragging you out for a New Year’s party. When her twin, Pietro, gangs up on you via Facetime, you give up arguing and steal a shimmery black slip from Wanda’s closet before flipping them the bird. 

Pietro arrives around 10 to pick the pair of you up, obnoxiously laying on the horn outside of your apartment building. Wanda trips several times as she tries to shove on her other heel and put lipstick on at the same time. Making it out the door is a whole other ordeal - after a short spat about Wanda needing a jacket, an awkward moment when the elevator doors open on some neighbors practicing for midnight, and finding Pietro just about to buzz in to get you, you and Wanda are sliding into the backseat of Pietro’s obnoxiously cramped sports car.

“Ladies, your prince, or princess, awaits!” Pietro announces grandly as you pull up to a shabby loft just a few blocks away. You can hear the music from the street, sighing inwardly as you force yourself to get out of the car. Wanda smooths out her flowy black pants - you keep your eyes trained politely above her shoulders to ignore the fitted, maroon sequined top with the plunging V-neck she’s paired with them. 

“I’m actually meeting someone here,” She says casually to her brother as the three of you make your way in. Pietro waves her off with well-wishes, but throws you a questioning glance. All he gets however is a shrug in reply, this is certainly news to you. He accompanies you to the makeshift bar where you fill a cup with copious amounts of liquor. It usually wasn’t your vice, but the strobe lights alone could be cause to drink. You made a mental note to ask whose idea this party even was in the first place. when you turn around, though, Pietro, too, has slipped off into the crowd.

So you do what one is supposed to do at sweaty, too-loud functions such as this one - push yourself from your comfort zone, get comfortably tipsy while you wedge yourself into the mass of bodies and move with strangers. As mentioned, liquor and strangers have never been favorite pastimes of yours, so once you finish off your second drink (maybe third - you deserved it), you set out searching for Wanda. Her glittery form is tucked into a corner with a small group you don’t recognize, but you definitely note that she’s in the lap of a tall, dark, and handsome type. She spots you before you can get to her, making excited grabby hands as you get closer. 

“Y/N!” The bubbly young woman squeals over the music. She leans forward to be heard better, and you gulp. “This is Beck! And Jade, and Marcie, and you remember Yasmine!” 

You offer only a wave and tight smiles as you, too, lean in further. “I’m gonna get an Uber!”

“What?” Wanda pouts dramatically, Beck snaking an arm around her waist to steady her as she jolts back in disappointment. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“No, I know, I’m just not really feeling it, I guess!” Yasmine leads over to whisper something to Jade; it’s the furthest thing from your mind as Wanda reaches out to squeeze your hands understandingly. 

“I’ll see you later! Kisses!” You repeat the word weakly before shoving once more through the mass. The sidewalk and cool bite of the outdoors is a welcome respite - your driver doesn’t speak all the way to your apartment, and you give them 5 stars for it. After a cold, quick shower, you curl up in your fuzziest bathrobe with a cup of coffee and flick through Netflix. You know when midnight rolls around when the neighbors upstairs, hosting a party of their own, cheer and shout to each other. It can’t be 20 minutes later that your door is met with a tentative knock.

On the other side is Vision in the most disarray you’ve seen him in - he’s in pajamas, for Pete’s sake, hair and glasses askew over a chunky knit sweater. He’s supporting an equally-bleary but much more drunk Wanda, and passes her to you with a wrinkled nose.

“Y/N!” She crows, dissolving into giggles as you shushed her. “I wondered where you went.” 

“I told you I was coming home, bubs,” You mutter, hugging her back briefly before you notice Vision is still standing in your entryway. “Hey, how about you go get changed, and then I’ll make you some eggs?”

Wanda agrees, talking animatedly even as she walks away. You look back at Vision, smiling wearily. “Thanks for bringing her home safe, Vis. Did you want a cup of coffee, or...?”

“No, thank you,” Vision quips, polite as ever as he tugs his sweater down over his hands. He jerks his dimpled chin the direction Wanda had disappeared in. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course,” You reply, instantly, brows furrowing. He nods briskly before turning to leave. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. Goodnight.” He’s almost to the elevators when you call a ‘Happy New Year’ after him, and that earns you a smile. “Happy New Year to you as well, Y/N.”

Back inside, you find Wanda spread eagle on her bed in mismatched socks, an old college hoodie, and the same underwear you’re pretty sure she wore to go out tonight. You poke her heel and she makes a frankly unhuman gurgle into the duvet. “How much did you have?”

“Nah a lah,” Is her muffled reply. “We’on dwink anymo’.” 

You realize she’s right, though you figured she was at least taking some of those dates to bars. Maybe not, though - Wanda was always a romantic. You push the mere though away and tug at the arm closest to you. “Yeah, I know. You’ll feel better if you eat something, though.” 

Her protesting grunts are less effective than when she kicks out blindly, narrowly avoiding your hip, and you huff. “Fine, I’ll bring the food to you.”  You make to leave, but she’s captured your wrist now. Wanda turns her head to make powerful puppy eyes at you. “Stay. Sleepy.” 

“I...yeah. Okay.” You were still a little tipsy in your own right - neither of you were college kids anymore, after all. Wanda’s smile was blinding as the pair of you made your way under her numerous layers of blankets. When she turned the lamp off, you wondered if she could hear your heart thundering in the dark.

“Y/N?” She whispers, just when you think she’s fallen asleep. 

“Yes, Wanda?” 

“I love you.”

You hum in acknowledgment, brushing it off as dreaming.

--------

Midday, you’re roused by someone laying across your stomach and shaking you awake. It’s Wanda, long lashes fluttering prettily as she rests her chin on folded elbows. You scrub sleep from your eyes as you croak, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, Y/N.” She says your name with purpose - sort of always has, you realize. You’re running over last night in your head, and like a mind reader, Wanda answers your every question. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Still love you.” Wanda murmurs. You meet her gaze - completely clear, if not a little glazed over with absolute adoration. She pushes up a little, lips hovering over yours. They brush just barely when you speak, sparking like live wires. 

“I love you, too,” You breathe, and finally, finally, she kisses you. 

Things make so, so much more sense then.

[kpopstanships]

Hello! Back to request here! Tbh, Your amazing ship ideas are too much to try and avoid requesting

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My request is for : Personality MTL

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Personality : My case for Hogwarts house is like Harry Potter's , I'm a hatstall (Slytherin+gryffindor) .

I give off very innocent(it's due to my face) , shy , unique , rebellious and smart vibes in the beginning . I'm actually smart , but i am also very talkative. I've been complimented as cute and pretty and I am also the tomboy of my group. Though my friends tell me i look more pretty when I dress and behave like a girl . I am very supportive , caring and tbh a little bit bossy around my loved ones . Okay so I love cooking but i don't wanna learn it , so this might give you the idea of what kinda person I can be , at my laziest . I might get stressed , but a distraction is all i need to calm myself down! I'm an extroverted introvert , i talk a lot and get along with everyone, but i have great observant skills and need me-time to recharge . I've noticed myself being very kind and helpful. But I'm also unforgiving if the person makes a huge mistake.. I don't like giving people second chances due to my past experiences. I've also noticed myself being very blunt and direct .. to the point where i don't realise that it's hurting them . I hate passive aggressive behaviour , egoistic people and especially people who lie or can lie easily. I have some tantrums when I have ~those~ days .. but otherwise I'm very understanding. I would say I'm childish , but when time calls for it , i know how to be a mature person . I hate spending someone's money for myself (i even hesitate in my parents money) but I'd love to spend mine on my loved ones !

I'm actually the one who has problems in showcasing my abilities and qualities..but being around people who easily show it out helps me and encourages me ! I'm bit of a lazy slack .. and try my best to be active ,but there are some lazy days ..

Thankyou for your efforts! And sorry for being so descriptive ..

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[jimakuchan]

And They Were Roommates...

Part Fifty

The village of Gaipan was a sleepy town, surrounded by a gorgeous landscape filled with some of the tallest redwood trees Zuko had ever seen. If it weren’t for the stressful situation he found himself in, he might have taken a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sun sinking into the horizon amongst the tree tops.. but unfortunately now was not the time to take in the wonders of nature around him. 

“Uncle would be so disappointed” Zuko thought to himself. Iroh always chastised him for not appreciating the little things in life, but everything happening right now was not a little thing. It was a very big thing. A possibly life changing thing was about to happen to Zuko, and despite the pep talk Aang and Sokka gave him, Zuko’s leg was shaking from nerves. He could feel his hands clamming up, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was clenching his fist, and his entire body was on edge... waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

The entrance to the camp sight was just around the corner, and Katara was taking her time with driving on the uneven dirt road. It took everything within Zuko’s power to not yell at her to speed up. His friends were here doing him a favor, he needed to be patient. He took a deep breath in, holding it in his lungs, relishing in the burn before he let the air escape out his mouth. Memories of the text conversations running rampant in his head, the fear that he was too late sitting comfortably in the forefront of his mind. 

“Just stay calm, everything will be alright” Zuko heard his mother’s voice in his head, but it felt like a lie. How long had he been lying to himself? About his feelings towards Y/N, his family, his friends, Spirits his life? Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. What was that exercise Aang taught him again? In for four out for four? Mindfulness? Zuko couldn’t remember and frankly didn’t really care to at the moment. 

“We’re here” Katara’s voice echoed throughout the SUV. Zuko felt it then, the drop. His stomach was swirling inside of him and he felt the bile rise up his throat. It was now or never. Zuko felt so sure of himself when he sprinted outside of the apartment earlier today, where did that energy go?

“Are you okay man?” Sokka placed his hand on Zuko’s shoulder, a reassuring touch that he so desperately needed. It grounded Zuko, and he started to believe the lie his thoughts told him moments ago.

“Yes” Zuko replied, Sokka furrowed his brows but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Okay then let’s go!” Sokka’s face broke out into a wide grin, how he managed to stay so calm and collected all the time was beyond him. 

“Yea go get your girl Sparky!” Toph shouted from the middle seat. Zuko looked around at the faces of his friends, hope filled all of their eyes. He wished he could have an ounce of their faith. With a deep sigh he exited the car, taking his first step in the dirt and looked at the campsite around him. The rest of the gaang followed suit soon after. 

“Do you know what cabin she’s in?” Suki asked as they were walking towards the small campsite. A litter of log cabins surrounded the large fire pit in the center. It was a pretty decent place for a corporate retreat, something Zuko might even consider doing in the future. That is, if this all ended well. He didn’t think he could handle visiting the place where he was painfully rejected within a business setting.

“Not sure I just know it’s the women’s cabin. I’m sure we could ask someone.” Katara answered. She sounded sure of herself, but the way she was fidgeting with her bag gave her away. She was nervous too, and that’s when it dawned on him. Jet. The bane of their existence was here, and Katara hadn’t seen him since he caught him cheating on her with Y/N. Zuko admired her bravery. He had talked this out with Y/N, how much what Jet did to them hurt her, but he didn’t dwell on it too much with Katara. The possibility of running into him must be bothering her. Aang must have picked up on Katara’s nerves too, because he went to go hold her hand and kissed her cheek. Katara smiled at the gesture, and Zuko hated the jealous feeling that crept into his gut. 

He wished he could be that way with Y/N, to hold her hand and kiss her cheek when she was feeling down. Did they know the gift they possessed? To be unapologetically affectionate with each other? They must know. Zuko could see it when they looked at each other. He just hoped that he could have that in his future with Y/N.

“Over there! That’s Y/N’s cooler on the porch!” Zuko looked to where Suki was pointing. The cabin to the far left of the fire pit must be hers. The bright red cooler filled to the brim with stickers sat neatly next to the front door of the cabin; he could see the bright yellow EI sticker she bought from Ember Island on the front. Before he even realized his feet were moving, Zuko sprinted towards the cabin. He nearly tripped on the rickety steps on his way in. With a bit too much of his strength, Zuko slammed open the cabin door.

“Y/N?” Zuko shouted inside. The cabin itself was decent, four beds lined the back wall with a wide window separating each pair of beds. The bed next to the window had Y/N’s duffel bag resting at the edge of it. A kitchenette was to the right, filled with the snacks Y/N bought for the trip. To the left was a small table with a few chairs, Y/N’s travel mug sat on top of it in the center. Yep, this was definitely hers.

“She’s not here” Zuko nearly jumped out of his skin from the voice that sounded too close to his liking. He turned around to see a short woman with a blunt bob haircut. Her bandana was slipping off her forehead nearly covering her eyes, where she wore an annoyed expression on her face. Smellerbee.

“Where is she?” Zuko asked mirroring the other woman’s annoyance. He didn’t have time for small talk.

“You think I’m going to tell a total stranger the location of my coworker? You must be dumber than you look.” Smellerbee responded with a huff. Zuko narrowed his eyes at the small woman in front of him. If this was any other circumstance he would have been grateful that she was protecting Y/N, but at the moment Zuko only felt rage.

“I’m Y/N’s roommate and I need to talk to her. It’s important.” Smellerbee looked at Zuko like she’d rather be anywhere else than where she was, and it was really testing his patience.

“She left to go to the lake with Jet awhile ago. You follow that path behind the cabin and it’s a straight shot.” 

“Thank you” Zuko brushed passed Smellerbee and ran towards the path, nearly knocking into his friends in the process. He could hear the shouts of his friends behind him, but Zuko didn’t pay any attention to them. It was like he had tunnel vision as he ran through the trees towards the lake. The wind whipped through his long dark hair, sweat forming at the tip of his brow. The trees blurred together as he raced down the path. If Zuko was paying better attention he might have noticed the rustle in the bushes to his right, but he wasn’t paying attention at all. So when he collided into the hard body in front of him, Zuko was knocked flat on his ass.

“Spirits watch where the hell you’re going!” Zuko could recognize that voice anywhere. That arrogant tone only belonged to one person, and it was the last person on Earth that he wanted to see.

“Jet” Zuko gritted out through his teeth.

“That’s my name don’t wear it out” He responded with a curt laugh. Jet stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants and extended a hand to the man on the forest floor. Zuko took it as Jet helped him to his feet. He might hate the guy, but he didn’t want to give Jet the satisfaction of knowing his mere presence bothered him to no end.

“Where’s Y/N?” Zuko asked, aggravation flooding his voice. Jet didn’t respond at first, and just stared at him. He eyed Zuko up and down, as if to size him up. Jet just laughed again, and Zuko was one step away from punching him in the nose. 

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“I don’t have time for your bullshit Jet, just tell me where she is” Zuko took a step forward, towering over Jet’s figure. He took great satisfaction in the gulp Jet took when he did. “Good” Zuko thought to himself, “I hope you’re nervous you fucking prick.” 

“I’ll tell you where she is...” Jet paused, and Zuko’s patience meter dropped to a near zero. “Eventually...”

“You will tell me now. I’m not taking no for an answer” Zuko clenched his fists, ready to force his way past Jet if he was going to waste his time. 

“Let’s have a chat first, man to man. It’s been long overdue...” Zuko was about to walk past him when Jet grabbed onto his wrist. “Besides... I have some information you’d want to know concerning Y/N” 

Zuko could feel his heart sink at such a simple statement. Information. He knew that Jet couldn’t be trusted, but Zuko couldn’t resist his curiosity. He turned around to face the man he loathed, a smug look painted his face as he dropped Zuko’s arm.

“You have 2 minutes, don’t waste it” Zuko crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for the other man to speak. Jet tilted his head towards the fallen tree off the side of the path, beckoning Zuko to follow. The silence was thick as they both sat on the rotting tree, rays of remaining daylight peaking through the trees that surround them. It was eerie, how quiet it was. Just the whistling wind around them to break up the unforgiving silence. 

“I know you hate me, but I just want you to listen for a bit. Then you can be on your merry way” he began, Zuko just stared waiting for him to continue. Jet took a deep breath, fiddling with the toothpick between his teeth. Gross.

“I just wanted to apologize to you, for what I did. It was fucked up and I’m sorry” That... was not what Zuko was expecting, his eyes widening in surprise. So this was what he wanted to discuss? 

“I was.. an angry person back then. I felt like you’re family personally ruined mine. To be fair I was right, but it was just your dad. Not you. It wasn’t your fault that your dad and his company evicted my family. Hell he kicked out his own son, why would he care about kids from the projects?” 

Zuko remembered the day Jet found out who his father was. Before then they were friends, two boys pissed at the world and the cards they were dealt in life. They use to sneak out at night, and roam the streets; stealing booze from liquor stores, smoking pot in parking lots, and just relishing in the feeling of being young and angry. Zuko felt that Jet was the first thing that was his and his alone. Jet chose to befriend him, not out of obligation because of his sister, at least that’s what he felt at the time. They shared secrets in the dark, with only the neon lights of the city keeping them company. Yes, Zuko never told him who is father was, but he did tell him a lot of the abuse he faced. How he was afraid to come home and face his father’s wrath. How he used to wish for anything to stop the pain. He cried in front of Jet that day, and Jet held him and told him he felt the same. That all changed when Jet found out about Ozai. He called Zuko to come out like normal, but instead of the promise of cheap thrills he lead him to an alleyway and beat the shit out of him. Zuko held his own, and eventually got the best of him, but the price of winning the fight was losing his best friend. He told himself he’d never forgive him for what he had done that night, and now the same boy, now a man, is next to him once again with the sun setting around them asking for forgiveness. 

“Fuck man you were my best friend.. and I threw it all away for what? Something completely out of your control? Because of someone you hated as much as I did? Losing you is one of my biggest regrets.. close second is what I did to Katara and Y/N” Jet hung his head low, his shoulders tense as he hunched over. Zuko didn’t know what to say at that moment, stunned into silence. He understood what Jet was feeling, succumbing to anger is much easier than processing other emotions: sadness, guilt, pain. Over time the anger just becomes a part of you, and it lashes out. Jet didn’t have anyone to help him move on from that like Zuko did.. he was alone. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Zuko. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.. like I don’t deserve Y/N’s.. but I want to try and be better. I know my apologies and promises in the past have been empty and hallow.. but I can’t keep doing that shit anymore it’s exhausting” Jet looked at Zuko then, his eyes shining from unshed tears. Jet was asking for forgiveness now, like Zuko had done many years ago. 

“I forgive you. For what you did to me..” Jet visibly deflated, finally releasing the breath he had been holding in, his body sagged in relief. 

“I don’t know if we could ever be as close as we were before... but if you’re willing to try I am. On a few conditions...”

“Name it” 

“Stop acting like a total ass to Y/N. That shit needs to end” Zuko requested.

“Done”

“You also need to apologize to Katara, she’s one of my closest friends and I can’t be friends with you if you haven’t done that. She won’t forgive you as easily as I did, and she may never do and that’s her right. You still need to though, it’s what she deserves.” Jet visibly shivered, an angry Katara was a terrifying sight, but he nodded in agreement nonetheless. 

“And finally you need to tell me where Y/N is” Jet laughed at this, but it wasn’t the smug laugh he used before. It was genuine this time.

“She’s sitting at the dock by the lake, at least that’s where she was when I left her.” He nodded and put a hand on Jet’s shoulder, the two men shared a moment of peace before Zuko went to stand up. Before he walked away Zuko turned to Jet and put out his hand, his way of extending an olive branch to the man he once called his best friend. Jet accepted it with a smile and they shook on it, what ‘it’ was neither of them knew.. but it was something. Change? Moving on? Something along those lines.

Zuko was the first to let go and turned to walk down the path, the sun light fading quickly. Before he got too far Zuko remembered he had one more thing to ask. 

“Hey Jet!” Zuko shouted, Jet turned around surprised.

“What?” he shouted back.

“You’re not dating Y/N again are you?” Zuko questioned, he needed to know before he made a complete fool of himself in front of the woman he loved. Jet let out a full belly laugh, nearly folding himself in half. Zuko quirked an eyebrow, unsure of what was so funny.

“Is that why you hauled your ass out in the middle of nowhere? You thought I made a move on her? Nah I wanted to apologize like I did with you. As if she’d ever take my ass back.” Zuko sighed with relief, but before he turned around Jet spoke again.

“The only bones she wants to jump are yours!” Zuko felt the heat rise to his cheeks, a smile growing on his face. He only hoped Jet was right as he ran further down the path towards the lake. 

As Zuko ran towards the lake the smile never left his face. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, Y/N definitely felt the same as he did. He could do this, he could finally tell her how he felt. With newly found confidence Zuko ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He could see the lake through the trees, he was close, so close to her. One more turn and he’d be there. 

When he finally made it to the small beach surrounding the lake Zuko whipped his head around desperately trying to find the dock. It was getting dark, both the sun and moon shared the same sky when he saw it. Saw her. 

Y/N was sitting at the edge of the dock, her feet dipped in the inky black water beneath her. The golden light of dusk shined on her hair as it swayed with the wind, her skin glowing as if she was made of stained glass. Zuko took a moment to admire her from afar as she sat blissfully unaware of his presence. He slowly walked towards her, gathering every ounce of courage he had.

“Y/N!” Zuko yelled out as he got closer to the dock. Y/N jumped, clearly surprised at his sudden outburst.

“Zuko? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked as she pulled her feet out of the water. She slowly stood up, trying not to put too much weight on her bad ankle. 

As Zuko got closer he thought about what he was going to say to her. He thought about how she took his breath away when he first laid eyes on her, how her smile lit up her face. He thought about all the little things he loved about her, how her nose scrunched up when she laughed and when she was annoyed. How she liked to dance around the apartment in her pajamas when she was stressed out. How she put way too much much sugar in her tea, and how she cried when she watched videos of baby ducks. He loved how much his Uncle loved her, his friends, and even though she would never admit it, his sister as well. He loved how she was patient, not only with others but with herself as well. He loved that she knew how to bring the best out of him, and how she was the reason he reconnected with the gaang. In such a short amount of time she became one of the most important people in his life. He wanted to tell her all of this and more.. but instead he said:

“I brought you the bracelet I made you” Zuko reached into his pocket and fished out the friendship bracelet he made with Kiyi. It was a pathetic little thing really, the pattern was inconsistent and the knots at the end were way too big, but he made it for her because he loved her. 

“You came all this way... to give me a bracelet?” Y/N asked, her head tilted to the side in confusion. Zuko wanted to smack himself, he barely even started and was already failing miserably.

“Um no that’s ugh, not the only reason” Y/N was looking at him waiting for him to continue. Zuko could feel himself drowning. “Why is this so hard? It’s simple. Three words. I. Love. You. Wait should I say I’m in love with you instead? Y/N says I love you to her friends all the time. What if she says I love you back but she means it in a friend way? I don’t mean it in a friend way. Shit I’ve been quiet too long. Say something you fucking idiot!!”  

“Zuko are you alright? Are you coming down with something you’re really red” Y/N raised her hand to feel his forehead but Zuko caught it. She furrowed her brows together, her eyes piercing right through him as he stood their awkwardly holding her wrist. The sky was turning dark, the only source of light was the moon that rose above them. It was late and he was wasting precious time. 

“Fuck it” Zuko said as he dropped her arm taking a step towards her, closing the insufferable distance between them. 

“What are you talking abou-” Y/N was interrupted with the feeling of Zuko’s lips on hers. It was chaste, but not without feeling. Instantly Zuko melted into it, her lips were as soft as he imagined so many times before. The skin on her cheeks felt warm under his hands where he gently held them, but before Y/N could even register what was happening Zuko pulled himself away, gracefully resting his forehead on hers. Zuko opened his eyes to see Y/N’s eyes blown wide in surprise,

“I’m in love with you. Spirits, I’m so in love with you Y/N” Zuko wished he had a camera then, because the look on Y/N’s face he wished he couple capture forever. He tried to memorize the details of her face, the way her eyes sparkled in the star light, the little gasp she let out that he could taste on his tongue, but most of all he wishes he could capture the smile she gave him. It fit her so beautifully in a way that only she could. She let out a little laugh, the one that made her nose scrunch up in the way he adored. 

“What took you so long?”  Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed all over his face, every inch she could. She kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his scar, his lips, his lips, his lips, over and over again until they were both gasping for air. Y/N’s heart was so full she felt as if it would burst at any moment. 

“In case you couldn’t tell, I love you too Zuko” Y/N giggled in between kisses. Zuko wrapped her arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. Even then he felt it wasn’t close enough. Zuko slowly felt his way up her back, trailing his fingers up her spine, touching her in the way he always wanted to. One arm remained tightly wound across her waist, while the other caressed the base of her head. Y/N gently moaned at the feeling and Zuko swallowed it. He wanted to take everything she was willing to give, nothing more and nothing less. Zuko wondered if she could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as Y/N wondered the same. 

They were in their own little world, completely oblivious to everything around them. Zuko and Y/N weren’t paying attention to the fact that they weren’t alone anymore. Neither of them heard the splash towards the other end of the dock, or cared to notice Sokka flailing in the water with Katara standing above him looking very pleased with herself.   

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A/N: FIFTY CHAPTERS AND THEY FINALLY KISS!!!!! CAN I GET A HELL YEA!!!!! This series is my baby and I'm so beyond thrilled that we made it!! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter 💕

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[pinkhwaseong]

Hi! Can you do loona's reaction to when the 13th member keep winning and getting kills in PUBG idol?

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your patience! posting this was long overdue! I really enjoyed writing this, as I loved watching PubG Idol. I had to split into two parts because of the 10 gif limit. But I posted both so there is no need to wait any longer than you already have. Once again, I am sorry for making you wait so long and thank you for your patience!💕💕💕

Unnie Line • Maknae Line

Haseul: To be honest, she didn’t have high expectations when it came to any member on PUBG Idol. She basically thought it was just going to be some fun and games. However when you first succeeded in the solo match and then were the last to survive in the squad match, her “proud mom” moment came and she would scream and cheer so loudly.

“That’s right, Y/N!! Kill him!!”

Vivi: Wasn’t too sure as to what was going on,who was shooting or who was winning, but when she saw the rest of the group cheering after you healed Olivia, she would start cheering too. She made a mental note to ask the manager if they would help her get you and Olivia a cake.

“Did you see them? I think they did good!”

Yves: Was less interested in the actual game and more interested in winning the bet that she had made with Jinsoul. The bet that she made was that Loona wouldn’t last two minutes in game, so when you had gotten five kills and were still alive after four minutes she forgot all about her bet and started intently watching. Hoping that you and the other girls would do well.

“Shoot him, Y/N!”

Jinsoul: On the opposite side of Yves, Jinsoul was intently watching the whole time, brows furrowed as she focused solely on you killing multiple people after the rest of the girls had died. Each minute that you lasted, her smile would grow wider and wider, as she occasionally peaked over at Yves in a “I told you Y/N would last,” sort of face. As the game ended, she walked up to Yves holding out her hand, as Yves begrudgingly placed the owed money in her hand.

“See… I told you!”

Kim Lip: Kim Lip wasn’t as interested in the game as everyone else. She was more focused on the members’ exaggerated reactions everytime you got a kill. She thought it was the funniest thing, laughing so hard that she slumped to the floor. Just as she reached the floor, you had gotten another kill, placing you in the top three. Yeojin’s broken squeal, caused an errupture of laughter from Kim Lip.

“I hope she gets another kill! I could watch this all day!”

Chuu: Chuu had lasted a lot longer than anyone thought during the actual match. However, she quickly got lost and died after being sniped by Daeyeol. Not only had Chuu’s loud scream alert you to the fact that she had been killed, but it was her now whisper-screaming in your ear for you to get revenge for her. She was talking so fast that she was almost inaudible and her animated yelling caused you to laugh hysterically.

“He killed me, Y/N! Get him! Please, for me! I need vengeance!”