#what do you mean he finished and published the rest of his boyfriend's work on the history of gay after he died

[keithbutgay]

What do you mean the irl Edogawa Ranpo was gay. What do you mean he traveled with his boyfriend researching the history of homosexuality in Japan. What do you mean they had a competition on who could find the most books about gay sex. WHAT DO YOU MEAN-

[sailoryooons]

Boyfriend Material | jjk (m)

☾ Pairing: Hockey Player!Jungkook x f. Reader 

☾ Summary: Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material – except when he is.  

☾ Word Count: 2,127

☾ Genre: FWB, Hint of Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Friends with benefits who are very obviously pretending not to have feelings, being in a confusing relationship that is basically a relationship without titles, feelings of confusion and self-doubt, lying to oneself, mentions of some toxic interactions with other people/women, repressed feelings, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving) in the shower, honestly, in general, some very cliche/stereotypical conflict you’d find in a relationship with someone of status 

☾ Published: March 23, 2024

☾ A/N: This is a self-insert of one of the most confusing relationships I have ever had in my life and I will die on the hill that no one should date athletes because 98% of them are the rule, not the exception no matter how much they seem like it! TRAUMA!!! Also, should I have been dating a professional athlete for the sport I worked in? No!!!! This is for all the people who have been in a not-relationship-that-is-a-relationship why the fuck do people do that like it is okay to have feelings and call ur partner ur partner?? 

☾ A/N 2: This is drabble number six for the Drabble Challenge that I have been utterly failing at! Today I rolled for ‘athlete’ but I didn’t feel like writing actual sports so I was like :) I worked in sports for ten years, I can just share a glimpse of my life when I was 23 years old :) Enjoy 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Fuck, I’m so tired,” Jungkook groans, leaning back in the chair and stretching his arms. Sun beats down on his golden skin. You feel the heat of it on your back and the top of your head. It’s pleasant, the cool spring breeze threatening to send the napkins on the table running. “Wanna lay out at the pool?”

Finishing the rest of your coffee, you nudge the empty plate away from you. Where once an eggs benedict had stood is now smears of leftover yolk and a single onion you missed when eating your hashbrowns. 

“Not sick of me?” you ask, raising a brow. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you, scrolling on his phone. The bill of his hat is pulled low, hiding most of his face as he squints down at the device held low in his lap. You wait patiently for his answer, running your finger up and down the now-empty glass as it sweats from the sun. 

“Nope,” he answers, popping the end of the word sharply. “Did you ever get your desk fixed? Yoongi said he would fix it if not.”

“I have not.” 

He nods. “He said he’ll swing by this afternoon. We can lay out at the pool at my place and then head to yours after?” 

Your mouth twitches. You don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to risk him backing out, but another full day spent with Jungkook is a surprise to you. Not because it doesn’t happen often – it does. But rather because it keeps happening more often.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. He’d established that the first night he met you at a bar. Him being a professional athlete was a warning sign enough that you didn’t want to romance that but what had come afterward has been nothing short of surprising. 

Friendship and… well. You don’t know how to explain the extras. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. But you do your groceries together on the weekend. You drop him off at the arena when they’re heading out for a road trip. You take him to doctor's appointments to monitor the knee injury from last season. 

You’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend but he takes you to team events. He lets himself in and does your laundry at your apartment while you’re at work so you don’t have to do it when you come home. He has his teammates fix furniture for you and they’ve asked you to babysit their kids. 

“Babe?” the endearment makes you blink a few times, realizing you’d been staring into your lap. Jungkook’s dark eyes are focused on you now, phone shoved into his pocket. “We don’t have to go to the pool. We can just nap.”

We. Not you. Jungkook is going to hang out with you regardless if you like his original idea or not. Your stomach flips in that way you hate, the way that you know you’re doing everything you said you wouldn’t.

“Sounds good.” 

Jungkook flashes a grin and you become acutely aware that thinking you could be friends with benefits without being anything more was a stupid idea. Jungkook is not made to be resisted, with round eyes that darken when he’s turned on, a giggle that contrasts with the big, broad-shouldered athlete built, a smile that lights up the room and can dispel any tension, a sweet voice that can tempt anyone the moment he pouts or when he decides to pur. 

You were fucked - literally and figuratively - that first night you let him in your apartment. 

Instead of thinking about it, you hide from the truth. Again. Jungkook is not boyfriend material, despite the fact that he pays for breakfast despite your protests, and reaches over the center console in the car to squeeze your thigh. 

“Mmm,” he hums, fingers skating over your flash and making you squirm in the passenger seat. “Warm.”

“I was sitting in the sun.”

“I like it.”

Jungkook likes a lot about you. He tells you all the time, very open about how he likes the way you taste, likes the way you organize your books by color, likes the way you sing in the shower, likes the way you speak in Star Wars quotes. 

Perhaps that’s what makes you the most wary about him. He says he’s not boyfriend material, but his actions betray his words. And you let them, every single time. 

Jungkook smells like sunscreen, sweat, and a little bit of his cologne from earlier that morning. You’re hyperaware of him as you lounge on the cabana bed together, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his firm body. 

His tattooed arm is tossed over his eyes, blocking out the sun as he snores a little. Careful not to knock into him, you lean over him and grab his phone to check the time. You haven’t been lounging in the sun long, but you don’t want him to get a sunburn.

Again. 

You wager you can stay a little longer, placing the phone back down under his discarded shirt where it can hide from the sun’s heat. Sitting back in your spot, you pick up your book from your sweaty thighs as the sound of the gate to the pool yard opening catches your attention. 

Some of Jungkook’s teammates live in the same apartment complex. It’s easier that way, especially for the players who get sent up and down from the minors. You catch a few of the younger players with a few girls you don’t know the name of tugging a cooler on wheels behind them with a speaker blaring. 

Jungkook doesn’t so much as move. He can sleep through anything – has slept through you falling into his gaming setup while trying to get to the bathroom drunk. His slumbering leaves you to watch them head to the beds a few over from yours. 

One of the girls notices you. You don’t recognize her specifically, but she recognizes Jungkook. Looks back at you. Frowns and mutters something to one of the other girls, who is not very subtle as she cranks her head around in your direction. 

You don’t wince anymore. It’s not an uncommon thing, among these circles. You refuse to engage with any of it. You used to tell yourself it was because a casual whatever-Jungkook-is simply isn’t worth the drama. At night, you know you don’t engage with it because you don’t want to know. 

Ignorance is bliss, especially in this dangerously plastic world Jungkook exists in. 

Thankfully, you’re not alone in the matter. Jimin appears out of thin air, dropping down on the empty bed next to you. Namjoon – arguably Jimin’s better half and team captain – is nowhere to be found. Jimin lowers his shades and looks beyond you to the group of now rowdy players. 

“Gross,” he huffs. He slides his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and stretches out on the bed like a cat. Jimin doesn’t play, but he certainly has the body of an athlete, all fine lines and corded muscle. “Ignore them.”

“I was doing that already.” You lift your book as if to prove yourself.

He snorts. “You were thinking about it, be honest.” Your silence is answer enough and Jimin grins, lacing his hands behind his head as he tilts toward the sun. “Don’t let Jungkookie burn again.”

“I’m not,” you huff before snapping your book shut. Jimin is in the circle of player’s partners that you genuinely enjoy, but he has the keen ability to get under your skin and tell you all of the truths that you don’t want to be voiced out loud. Still, having him on your side has more benefits than just keeping the hyenas away from you. He’s also genuinely nice when he wants to be. “Jungkook, wake up.”

The man mumbles and turns his head away from you. You sigh heavily, squeezing his strong, very sweaty arm gently. “Come on, you’re gonna burn if you stay out here any longer.”

“Mm. Feels nice.”

“A sunburn won’t feel nice.”

“You can rub aloe all over me.”

“I will not.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Jeon.” 

He drops his arm from his eyes, squinting in the bright light at you. His hair is damp with sweat and hangs in his eyes. He’s been growing it out longer and longer, especially since Seokjin keeps encouraging Jungkook by telling him he has the best flow on the team. 

“So you don’t want to rub aloe all over me?”

“You don’t need to get sunburned for me to touch you, Jungkook.”

“Bleh,” Jimin grunts. 

That makes Jungkook sit up, rolling his shoulders and twisting to pop his back. He sighs for a moment, closing his eyes as though willing himself to get up. When he opens them again, there’s a light in them and he smirks, looking you up and down.

“Wanna shower?”

Your mouth twitches and you roll your eyes to hide how much you want to shiver. “Come on,” you sigh, getting up, the fabric of the sunbed clinging to your sweaty skin. 

Eyes cling to you as you pull the sundress over your head and slide your sandals on. You don’t have to glance over at the mini-party a few sunbeds over to know you’re being watched. You suppose they’re watching Jungkook more than anything, but you’re in direct view behind him, grabbing your book. 

You know Jungkook notices them. He says nothing, though. Instead, he offers his hand out when you shove all your belongings in a bag, wanting to carry it. You grin and hand it over to him, smile growing as he shoulders it easily and offers his hand again, this time for you to take.

And you do take it. Perhaps the satisfaction that thrums through you as he leads you out of the pool yard and onto the deck that crosses the lake toward his apartment building is a little bit insidious. You don’t care. The momentary triumph that you shouldn’t be feeling at all is far too powerful and Jungkook’s hand is far too warm and safe in yours to care about why you feel good about the public display of affection.

It isn’t like he hasn’t done it before. Jungkook isn’t shy with others in front of you. It’s what makes the whole thing worse, somehow. Because Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he introduces you to people and friends and slides between your legs to lean on you when you’re sitting on a barstool. He holds your hand when you go on a lunch and shopping spree with your mom and he brings her coffee and flowers. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but you don’t care when the shower hits the warm skin and runs down your back as he presses your chest to the cold shower wall in front of you. The cool stone stings against your nipples, over-sensitive and sending a shiver down your spine as your eyes flutter shut. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he curses low under the sound of the shower as he pries your legs apart, tongue seeking the heat between them hungrily. Your mouth falls open as Jungkook’s tongue licks you soft-slow, lips sucking gently against your clit. 

“Shit,” you hiss. The difference in temperatures between the hot water and the cold wall makes the room spin. Steam makes it harder to breathe, your head pleasure-dizzy as Jungkook laughs and rolls his tongue lazily around your dripping cunt. “Fuck.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he eats you out slow and hungry. He doesn’t care that the water starts to lose its warmth as his mouth works you, smacking his lips loudly and moaning, vibrations going straight to your core where you drip on his soft tongue. 

His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pries you apart further, tongue delving into your aching hole. He slurps at you, mouth loud and sticky over the sound of your panting and the water hitting the tile floor. His little hums of appreciation buzz through you, making the room spin.

“Fuck,” you whisper, pressing your cheek to the wet, cold stone as you try to ground yourself. You twist an arm backward, gripping Jungkook’s wet hair. He lets out a loud groan in appreciation, always pleased when you pull on his hair. “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he does whatever you want him to. His tongue delves in, working you to orgasm until you’re shaking against the wall, knees knocking together and nearly collapsing on him. He catches you easily, standing and pressing you against the wall as he grabs your chin and brings your mouth toward him, his to devour.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. 

But more than anything, you want him to be. 

[jobrolion]

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 - 𝔯𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔢

rohan x gn!reader

cw | smut, innapropriate stand use, slight somnophelia, overstimulation, dominant reader

wc | 1835

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Josuke saluted you as he was rushed out the door, his laughing growing muffled as the distance between the two of you grew wider. A disgruntled Rohan rested his back against the door, eyeing you down as you sobered up.

“I’m sorry, Rohan. I really am. Things just got carried away, he’s such a fun kid, you know?”

“Oh I’m well aware, dear.”

You took a step closer to your boyfriend, testing the waters.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you. I should’ve known this would happen.” 

Josuke’s invitation was a result of Rohan’s fast approaching deadlines. A last ditch effort to remove you from his environment, because heaven knows he can’t distract himself from you. 

Rohan sighed, bringing the heel of his hand to his temple. Usually you rolled your eyes at his pity parties, but he looked so exhausted and tense. If he keeps going at this rate, he’ll burn out before the year is up. 

Knowing he would get no more work done today, Rohan resigned to the couch, already coming up with excuses to give his publisher.

Next to him, you took your usual place on the left side of the couch. Hesitant to reach over, you folded your hands neatly on your lap. 

“I accept your apology.” He said, eyes forward. It seemed like he had more to add, but nothing followed and you smiled.

“Thank you.” 

Rohan huffed and took a peek over to you, your smile turning into a goofy grin. 

“I’ve missed you.” You started, “It’s been so long since we’ve had any time together.”

“What is this? What’s with that look on your face?” 

“What look?”

Rohan gestured to you in your entirety. “You’re up to something. I don’t want to play this game.”

“It’s nothing too bad, my love, I promise. It's just that, well, what I think you need is incentive.” 

His silence told you he was listening.

“You need to finish by your deadline tomorrow night, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Tomorrow, by your deadline, if you have finished your work I will use my stand on you, all night long.” 

Rohan breathed hard, not knowing if he could handle a night being the target of your stand.

“You want that, yes?”

He nodded, his eyes averting from your intense gaze. You can’t help but be giddy whenever you’re able to make Rohan flustered.

“Alrighty then. Get to work, Kishibe.”

He hesitated when he stood up, you had gotten him worked up and now the last thing he wanted to be doing was working. By the time he thought to kiss you goodbye, you had already turned away. 

Stand Name - Lover Come Over

When Lover Come Over is within a 5 meter radius of its target, every sensation is amplified. The closer it is, the stronger the sensation.

Stand Stats

Power - C

Speed - C

Range - B

Durability - E

Presicion - A

Potential - B

Rohan sat at his desk, head down with one hand in his hair, the other clutching his pen with enough force that soon he had to drop it, grunting as he did. You hadn’t used your stand on him in months. He longed for it. To be overwhelmed by all his senses and completely at your mercy. 

“Fuck.” 

Hour after hour he worked. His eyes never leaving the paper for a single second, his will was iron. His goal was set and he would not falter. 

But by the first rays of sunlight, he had collapsed onto his work.

When you woke you rolled over to find the opposite side of the bed was cold. This made you frown. 

You dressed quickly and headed down the hall to Rohan’s study. He was still sitting there working and didn’t even glance up when he heard the door creak open. Most likely he worked through the night. You debated pushing him to take a break, but for completely selfish reasons you decided against it. You wanted him bad and a break would only delay your satisfaction.

After a long day at work, you came home, kicking your shoes off at the door and making your way upstairs. 

The door to the study was still cracked from when you opened it that morning and through it you could hear his soft snores. When you walked in you saw the uncomfortable position your lover had found himself in. 

Whispering his name, you placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing softly, earning you a hum of contentment. 

Eventually, Rohan sat up straight, an almost panicked look on his features. And if only for your own sadistic enjoyment, you encouraged him. 

“Last page. You got this baby.”

You perched on the edge of his desk, watching as he quickly outlined and filled the last of it. He packaged the papers in an envelope, and finally it was completed. 

“Now you need rest. I don’t want you feeling extra tired.” You giggled at your own joke.

Rohan glared at you, but no malice was behind those eyes. “Only if you come with me.”

Taking his hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom where you both changed clothes and crawled into bed. You wrapped your arms around him, as usual, and he fell asleep with a smile, also as usual.

It was dark when you woke up, spooned by the man you loved. A silent yawn left you and it was then that you felt something rubbing up against your ass. 

You smirked and whispered, “Lover Come Over.”

A purple-blue figure haloed in yellow light appeared above you. You directed your energy toward Rohan and immediately became aware of the effect your stand was already having on the man. 

He whined and brought his fist up to his mouth where he bit onto it, muffling the sounds. 

You turned to face your love, “None of that, baby. Wake up, Rohan. Wake up.”

Trailing down from his collarbone, your hand traveled lower and lower until you cupped the bulge in his pants. His eyes shot open and a pornographic moan left his mouth.

Your name fell from Rohan’s lips once, twice, gasps, barely registered, but you knew what was said. Your stand was right on top of him, the pleasure from your feathery touch was almost enough to send him spiraling, but you wouldn’t let that happen so you removed your hand and kissed his cheek before sitting on your heels beside him.

“Not so fast. I told you all night, remember?”

“You did…” 

“That’s right. Now where do you want me?”

He looked surprised to hear the question and didn’t know how to answer. He wanted you in all the ways right now all at once. It seemed so useless for you to ask anyway, he’d only end up how you thought was best. That was all he needed in this state. The all encompassing stimulation blurring the edges of his world made it too hard to answer silly questions like yours.

“Well?”

“I want your mouth.” He whispered.

“As you wish.”

You gave him a long, sloppy kiss, not caring how proficient you were proving yourself to be. Your kisses moved lower, making sure that not an inch of his skin went unloved. 

Before long, your teeth met the drawstring of his loose sweatpants. Your fingers aided in their removal before you took his already aching sex.

“Oh Rohan. Am I really having this effect on you? That’s so sweet.” You cooed.

He fought hard to keep his mouth shut, a witty comeback wouldn’t do him any favors.

“Nothing to say to that, dear?”

This time his lips parted to speak, but before he could, yours already surrounded his tip. All that came out of him was a garbled moan.

You wrapped one hand around his cock and the other circled his propped up thigh, nails digging into the skin there. Rohan would die for this mix of pain and pleasure.

By now you had taken as much of him in your mouth as you could. Your pace was slow, you didn’t want him cumming yet. 

You looked up at him expecting to be met by his gaze, but his eyes were locked on the ceiling. 

See, Rohan had gotten good at this. If you had told him not to cum, he wouldn’t. His sheer will would keep him from his orgasm despite your best efforts to make him break his promise.

You pulled away from him slowly, fist pumping him a couple times before you grabbed his hands and crawled up his body. 

Quickly and clumsily you removed your clothes and took a seat on Rohan’s stomach, regaining control of his hands and pinning them on either side of his head. You peppered his cheeks and lips with kisses, moving lower to his neck and sucking kiss marks on his collarbones.

All the while he stared in awe at you, like you were his god. At this moment it could be argued that you were. 

“Please, please.” 

You knew what he was pleading for, and you gave him what he wished.

Positioning yourself above him and lining up, you sank down on his cock. You took your time before fully seating yourself. Once you did, you gave Rohan a moment. 

Your stand was a little further away now. Too much stimulation has been known to ruin the fun, so you mind your lover and allow him to take a few breaths. 

He called your name, hands struggling under yours.

“I love you, baby.”

You started moving, slowly at first, but that would not last long. 

His hips started meeting yours at some point, sending you both into a lust fueled frenzy. At this point, anything goes and Rohan used that to his advantage. He flipped you onto your back and buried his face in your neck, and pulled you closer by the shoulders.

He started chanting your name, praises, and declarations of love and adoration, thrusting harder with each word. You lightly scratched your nails down his back eliciting a low groan and earning you a few more kisses.

Without warning your climax washed over you, a legs shaking, head spinning orgasm that had you gripping Rohan even tighter.

“Cum for me, Rohan. Please!”

With your permission, he thrust a few more times before pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. He nearly fell on you as he collapsed, breath heavy with a tear in his eye.

He was never one to recover quickly to begin with, but under the effect of your stand he was rendered powerless.

You wiped your stomach with your discarded shirt before resting your head on Rohan’s chest, thumb rubbing light circles on his skin. 

“You can recall your stand now. I might break with any more of this.” He said, voice breathy and low. 

You did as you were told, humming contentedly before the fatigue overwhelmed you and you fell asleep. 

Rohan fought to stay awake, basking in this moment for as long as he could. 

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title reference

lover you should've come over - jeff buckley

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a/n | i haven't written anything in ages, i hope it doesn't show too badly, but i'm back to it so hopefully i'll get more comfortable with it soon

[lavendermunson]

not enough | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary joseph quinn watches writer!reader work on the smut scene for her secret book

warnings +18 fingering, cum play, pet names

a/n this is my first work, feedback and reblogs are appreciated. if you want more about writer!reader let me know

wc 1.2k

inspired on this moodboard i made

The idea was simple, finishing the chapter and going to sleep to proofread in the morning. You have it all planned, your secret book was loved by a few of your friends, you were still trying to get to write another fantasy book to publish.

This chapter was out of control, the sex scene you were writing was inspired by a dream you had with your boyfriend, you weren’t close sexually, but a part of you always wanted to. The shyness takes over you every time you are about to tell him, you know he isn't going to judge you but getting the words out of your mouth is tricky. You wish he could just read your thoughts.

As you were writing on your computer, fingers pressing down the letter keys making a clicking sound, the music loud in your room. Whenever you were alone, without your roomie in the apartment, you loved to use the speakers in your house, it was loud but relaxing, and you were too concentrated to notice your boyfriend was right behind you. Squeezing his eyes and reading the words that you were typing, he knew about your hobbies but this is the first time he looks over something you write in the famous secret book.

"He curls his finger inside" Joseph shakes his head as he reads "really? do you think one is enough for her? poor girl"

You swallow hard, shutting down your computer fast as the embarrassment grows red on your cheeks. Joseph catches your gaze with his big brown eyes and a big soft grin on his mouth. "What? don't go all shy on me i've been behind you like… ten minutes "

"I didn't hear you come in" your lips tremble, and your eyes never stopped looking at his.

"I used the key you gave me, very bad decision if you ask me" the smile on his face grew bigger, and acknowledging you had those kinds of thoughts made him excited. Joseph's hand rested on your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his fingers and kisses all over your face.

Enjoying the moment of silence he removes the strands of hair falling down your forehead and hiding the features of your perfect face.

"It's enough" you whisper, he furrows his brows in amusement.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"One finger is enough… or that's what i think"

Joseph watched your face turn red, he was delighted, he couldn’t even speak. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you decided to hold on to that thought and bite it until he noticed you were nervous, you always give it away by biting your lip.

"Wanna try?” Now it was his turn to whisper, making your lips tickle thanks to how close he was to your lips. The air in the room turns hot, your clothes start to feel small, like they’re squeezing you.

‘Try’ is it a good idea? you don't even know, but that's all you have been thinking about.

"Please" you nodded "Please, i do" He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly moving upwards down your pink silk shorts. Your hand moves quickly to his wrist trying to stop him, it was a spontaneous move.

"It’s okay, I will take care of you princess" taking a deep breath you let him get closer to you and touch you.

His hand stops as his fingers find the wet spot on your panties, his mouth waters immediately and he presses over the spot making you flinch in your seat. He looked at you for a moment and then started to rub your clit with two fingers. The touch was slow and gentle but it was the first time someone touched you like this, not even you dared to try something before, it was a new feeling, a very good new feeling.

Your hips start to grind against his hand as your wetness comes to be more noticeable, you realize a feeling such as a knot in your stomach, you try to fix it by letting out a deep breath. Your boyfriend took that sign to go even further. He stops rubbing your clit and moves the fabric of your panties to the side, touching your wetness with his bare fingers, playing around with your wetness..

"Bet you taste like fucking heaven, princess”

"Joe-" you moaned, grinding your hips again.

Your boyfriend puts his fingers back under your shorts to touch your wet pussy and starts to tease your entrance making your lips form a pout, he found the protest irresistible and decided to slide it inside your pussy. He was touching the walls of it with a slow pace, your head fall back as he moved his finger in and out making you moan his name for the first time.

"Joe, baby pleas-" helpless and needy, your lips let out his name in a soft whisper.

"You were saying? one finger is enough?" His ego bursts into the room, his free hand resting on the back of your neck trying to hold you.

"No- no… i need mo- more" you said, crying out loud. It felt so good you couldn’t get enough of it.

"Anything for you, princess" two more fingers got inside you without a warning, and he moved them just like before but this time faster "Here goes your favorite part" he curls his fingers inside you making your legs close trapping his hand inside.

He continues with his work, focused, making you feel good at the same time sweet nothings fell from your mouth. Of course he had experience on this, he was a total master, but he didn’t want to give it away until you were ready. Always such a gentleman.

"You look even more beautiful when i'm fucking you with my fingers, darling" he said, his thumb rubbing over your clit, earning a pornographic scream from you "look at you, all sweet and needy"

This time you nodded, your mind was all blurry and your body was being filled with waves of hot pleasure. You felt the luckiest girl alive.

"I think i'm going to-" you say, in an effort to get your voice back but it got lost in your moans.

"You are about to cum, darling" he warned you, not stopping his movements for a second, he took a deep look into your eyes, pupils dilated and tears of pleasure threatening to spill out. He presses his lips against yours, savoring the taste of your chapstick and letting your moans drown in his mouth.

Your legs tense up as you started to cum around his fingers, the slow burn on your throat made you swallow hard, trying to ease your breath as your legs relaxed and started to shake. Releasing all you had inside, Joseph takes as much as he could with his fingers, getting them out of your pussy slowly and licking them clean.

You watched as he finished cleaning his fingers with his own tongue, hypnotizing you with the show. You look at him and between his legs, his tight jeans were soaked in cum.

"You like what you see? C'mon, you need to clean your mess" he grabs your chin so you lock eyes with him "Maybe you can write about this too"

It's going to be a long, long night.

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as i said before, this is my first work be gentle with me!!! i love this british man so darn much

[rmd-writes]

hello rmd!! as i was rereading what like it's hard for the nth time, i just realized that they never said i love yous in real time (does that make sense???) or there was never a scene where they said their first i love yous because it was 12 mos later when it was on writing (which is perfect) so i wanted to ask if you have any ideas or scenarios or hcs in which they said if first??? like idk from your drafts or something?? obvs cannot get enough of this au!!!

hi nonnie! I saw this ask on the weekend, didn't have time to answer it and then forgot until just now - sorry!

I'm so glad you like this story, it really means so much to me that you've reread it at all, let alone more than once! 💖💖 What you said does make sense and when I was writing it, I wrestled with Alex and Henry not saying their first "I love you" on screen so to speak because I wanted to give them that moment, but I also needed to move the story forward!

I don't have drafts to share because I never actually wrote the scene but I have thought about it and I think that they would have both known that they were in love for some time before they actually say it.

A couple of months after the baseball game, Alex is in the middle of trial prep and working impossibly long hours (more so than usual). Henry hasn't seen him for over a week beyond Alex crawling into his bed at midnight and passing out with his chest pressed to Henry's back, then rolling out of bed again far too early in the morning to go to work. So, in a bid to actually see his boyfriend while he's awake, Henry stops by Alex's office one night with dinner.

Alex is running on more caffeine than is advisable (his usual intake is inadvisable, he's exceeded that. Brianna has refused to bring him more coffee so Alex has resorted to getting the junior staff to do it for him instead, to much disapproval from Bri). When Henry texts him to say he's downstairs with dinner at 8pm Alex realises that he hasn't eaten at all that day except for a shitty muffin that Bri stole from a conference room and just about forced down his throat at 2pm because she was sick of Alex being hangry. He races down to the lobby to see Henry and almost knocks him over because he hugs him so hard. He takes a second just to rest his head on Henry's shoulder and inhale his scent because he fucking misses his boyfriend.

Regretfully, Alex doesn't have time to sit and eat with Henry, if he's going to have any chance of making it home (no, he's not going to think about the fact that he just thought of Henry's apartment as 'home', it's just an expression, don't fucking mention it) while Henry is still awake.

"Fuck, I love you for this," Alex says, kissing Henry lightly on the lips before taking the take out container that Henry offers him and walking away.

He doesn't clock what he's said until he's halfway back to the elevator. He turns around slowly when it hits him and Henry is still standing there, smiling.

Alex walks back to Henry. "So, I said what I said," he says, almost defiantly.

"You did," Henry replies, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"And I fucking meant it." Alex takes a breath. "I love you."

Henry's smile lights up the lobby, hideous fluorescent lights be damned.

"I love you too."

They kiss for far longer and with more passion than is advisable in Alex's workplace but neither of them care.

"Go finish your work," Henry murmurs against Alex's lips.

(Alex makes it back to Henry's apartment at 10.30pm that evening. He tells Henry he loves him with his whole body, writing it into his skin with his words, the press of his lips and the cut of his teeth. Henry says it back over and over and over again, as he presses Alex into the mattress, with the featherlight touch of his fingers and the roll of his hips and his breath warm against Alex's neck as he speaks.)

don't estop me now series (aka rwrb lawyer au - I'm begging you to please read them in the order I've published them in for maximum enjoyment)

[minkkumaz]

DON'T LET ME GO

after woonhak broke this news to you, a swarm of unfamilliar feelings filled your body. and while you had no idea what this meant for the integrity of your relationship, you wanted it to work.

THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.0k TAGS adults dni. angst/fluff. the 'good' ending. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryii OMI NOTE this is the first ending out of the two! but i'm going to put my message here and say i'm so happy to be finishing this series. i published from window to window about a month ago, and i had no idea it would spiral into this whole series. i really hope that everyone enjoyed this, even though sometimes it bit me in the ass. happy reading!

everything became numb all at once. unfamiliar feelings pumped through your veins as you try your best to process the news you were just delivered. and while your head felt fuzzy, you made a futile attempt to focus on the boy in front of you.

but tears came quicker than your thoughts, as all the sadness pent up in your body suddenly fell down your cheeks. the idea of woonhak, the boy you’ve grown to love in these past months, leaving you so suddenly broke your heart into thousands of pieces.

all he could do was look at you with guilt, watching the way your pretty face contorted into something much more hurt. snapping himself out of it, he grabs your hand to rub soothingly. it was his fault you were experiencing such strong feelings all at once.

“are you actually leaving, woonhak? and without even giving me a proper warning?” you whisper, sniffling in between words.

“i’m so sorry y/n, i’m an idiot. i should’ve told you so much sooner but i was absolutely terrified.” he mumbled while leaning his forehead to touch against yours.

“did you stop for a second to think about how i might feel..? i’m about to lose the love of my life and all my fucking friends, do you know how much that hurts?” you tried to sound angry, but all that came out was a broken sob.

“baby.. i know. it was all my fault, i told the rest of the boys not to tell you anything because i– i was scared about how you’d react.”

“i’ve been so supportive of you, woon. you know i would’ve been screaming loud enough the whole neighborhood could hear; that my super awesome boyfriend is going to be an idol.” you pause, “but it felt like i barely existed. and for what? so that i wouldn’t find out you’re travelling miles away from me?”

you felt a droplet of water fall onto your cheek, looking up suddenly to see your boyfriend in tears. he bit his bottom lip, quickly taking the back of his hand to wipe his tears.

“it’s been so stupidly difficult. getting the opportunity to live my dream, but knowing i have to leave my other dream behind.” he cried.

“other dream?”

“you’re my dream, y/n. and i cannot imagine a life without you.”

“i don’t want you to imagine a life without me, woon. i can’t lose you.” you reach your arms around him in a tight hug, feeling as if he’d disappear if you let him go.

“i just don’t know what to do.”

“what does this mean for us..? will we be okay?” you mutter into his chest, letting the fabric soak up your leftover tears.

“zero part of me wants to let this go, y/n. you’ve been so perfect to me but– long distance will be so hard for us. i don’t even think i’m allowed to date at all.” he sighs

“but we can’t break up woonhak, i don’t want to give up on you that easily.” you start to choke up again, so he hugs you tighter.

“god the idea of leaving you is going to kill me.”

“then don’t leave, please?”

“you don’t deserve that hurt, my love. especially after how shitty i’ve been to you because i couldn’t even process the whole situation. i am genuinely so sorry, y/n.” he apologizes sincerely, you felt his shaky breaths against the crook of your neck.

“woonhak… you’re so stupid. but that doesn’t even matter to me because i just want to figure this out. for us.” you frown, pulling his sad face to look at yours.

there was a thick silence, the night air feeling less calm and more suffocating. small glints of moonlight reflected from your teary eyes, drawing him into you. staring at you only made the feeling much worse, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in your head.

but in reality, there was nothing. every part of you wanted to be upset with him and scream. freak out about how terrible he was to ignore you; but you couldn’t. 

you were so extremely proud of this opportunity he was granted with, and while you knew it would detriment your relationship, he always knew how to fix it. because that was just in his character.

“i’m not going to break up with you, y/n. no matter how many rules i have to break i can’t just forget about you.” he cupped your face, hesitating his finger over your lips.

“i was hoping you wouldn’t.” you let out a small laugh; and he swore it made the moment feel a little less heavy.

“we can do this long distance thing and– i know how hard it will be but i promise to always make time for you.”

“will you even facetime me and put your phone in the audience?” 

“a spot reserved especially for my biggest fan.” he smiles, leaning in to capture you with a kiss that you longed for. 

it was gentle, but intimate enough to have your heart spinning. everything that felt wrong in the past week felt right again, as he was perfectly against you. 

when he pulled away, there was still a sad expression ghosting over your face. in between all the things that you fixed, the idea of him leaving was still as hurtful.

“i’m really going to miss you.” you confess, looking down at the floor.

“you know i’m gonna miss you too. i’ll try not to let jaehyun steal me away.” 

“gosh that is not even my biggest worry, he steals you from me already.” you pout.

“i know i messed up really bad, and we missed out on so much time together but.. we have ten hours to make the most of it before we leave to the airport.” he mentions, stealing one final kiss from your pursed lips.

“i could never pass you up on that offer.”

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THE DAY I MET YOU series

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A Better Night

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part. Mention of conceal carry, other self defense weapons

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

A/N: I finished this before I left for my vacation so it’s just been sitting for a month and a half, waiting patiently to be published. I’ve had dreams about this, we all just want to be pampered, right? Especially by this man! I wrote it pretty quickly so if there are mistakes or if it’s boring or bad, I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a long day and it was only noon. Your morning was filled with meetings, emails and zero time for breaks. He had called you on your lunch break, as usual, and you had been short with him even though you didn’t mean to be. His initial reaction was to snap back at you but he’s learned a few things since the beginning of your relationship.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well I hope your day gets better, sweet girl.” He said that knowing full well that while your work day may not get better, he was going to try his hardest to make sure your night would be. You’ve gone above and beyond making Billy feel better after a hard day at work, so it was his turn to return the favor.

After hanging up, you immediately regretted being snippy with him. All he did was call to see how your day was going just like he did every day. It was the sweetest thing and you loved him so much for it. Billy didn’t deserve that, so before your lunch break was over, you sent him a text. I’m sorry, handsome. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you. But you didn’t receive a reply back and assumed he was probably mad at you. Great, having your boyfriend mad at you just adds to the already banner day you were having.

Your work day didn’t get any better after lunch either. The papers just kept piling higher and higher, the emails kept coming in, the phone never stopped ringing, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax with a glass of wine until Billy came home. Apologies were better in person anyway.

Billy was on your mind for the rest of the day because of how you treated him and you felt awful. You just hoped he would accept your apology.

After pulling your keys out of your purse, you thought you heard music coming from inside your apartment. Was the television on? Billy never got home before you did, so you couldn’t be positive he was on the other side of the door. He did like to watch the news in the morning, maybe he accidentally left it on.

As you were putting your key into the lock, you noticed one of your freshly manicured nails was broken. Fantastic. You couldn’t get inside fast enough but you were ready in case there was an intruder inside—an intruder who liked listening to romantic music while they robbed you. That sounded absolutely ridiculous but you never know so you had your kitty knuckles on one hand and pepper spray in the other.

Billy heard your keys so he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to greet you when you walked in.

You carefully opened the door and peeked your head inside and saw him standing near the dining room table. He was wearing your apron that said “No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen,” his dress shirt sleeves were undone and rolled up to his elbows, and he greeted you with his million dollar smile like he always did. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He noticed your weapons of choice in your hands. “Shit baby, put your kitty knuckles and pepper spray away, it’s only me!” Billy started to laugh. “I am very proud of you for being ready though, just in case. I’m surprised you don’t have your piece out.” He joked. Billy made sure you were prepared and equipped at all times.

“Well I didn’t think an intruder would be listening to romantic music while stealing our stuff but I still wasn’t sure. I was just on high alert after the day I had.” You joked back with a smile of your own.

Immediately, you started to apologize profusely. “Billy, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut you off.

“No, no I know you were just having a hard day, my love.” He said as he removed your purse from your shoulder. “Now, don’t move.” He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen, whatever he was cooking smelled delicious. The scent of garlic, onion, and Italian herbs hung in the air.

The red wine sat out breathing in a decanter on the kitchen counter, there were fresh long stem, red roses in the tall vase on the dining room table, and the tapered candles were lit. Everything looked so beautiful.

Like he had read your mind, Billy came back with a glass of wine and he kissed you on the forehead. You didn’t deserve all of this and you couldn’t help but smile because of how adorable he looked in your apron.

“You did all this for me, baby?” You asked, still surprised by it all. Setting your wine on the table, you went to him, wrapped your arms around him as he embraced you too, the scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt from this morning, and you stood there holding each other waiting to see who would let go first.

It was you who pulled away first but it was only to clasp your hands behind his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss. He tasted like tomato sauce and basil. “Well I left work early because I wanted to make sure your evening was better.” He leaned down to kiss you again, the tension in your body loosened slightly, and you were just so relieved to be home with the man you loved.

“So have a seat, my love. Dinner will be ready in a little while.” He gestured for you to go and sit on the couch. “Go on. And don’t distract me.” He winked at you and gently smacked you on your ass, as you let out a little yelp.

You could see why Billy was in charge of people. They listened to him, followed his orders, and worked hard for him. It was because he took care of his employees and now he was taking care of you.

So you removed your shoes, walked over to the couch and sat down with your wine. You were so used to doing chores and cooking when you came home, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself so you asked Billy if he needed any help. “Do you need any help, handsome?”

He yelled from the kitchen. “You’ve been on the couch for 30 seconds and you wanna help?! RELAX, baby! Can you do that for me, please?” You could tell he was smiling as he was saying it but he was very serious that he just wanted you to decompress from your day and you can’t do that if you’re on your feet, trying to help him.

So you just continued to sit on the couch, with your wine, while Billy did whatever he was doing in the kitchen. You were pretty sure he was making the lasagna he knows you love so much.

It was easy to get a rise out of Billy by bothering him and asking him questions, especially while he was cooking. “What are you makin’ in there, anyway?” You asked as you tried to keep from cracking a smile.

“Don’t you even worry about it.” His slight New York accent showing through and sounding incredibly sexy.

You angled your body so your back was resting against the arm of the couch, swung your legs up and turned your head so you could watch him through the breakfast bar window, even though you could only see him from the waist up. His profile was sharp, he had just taken his beard down a little that morning so you could see all of the angles on the side of his face.

Billy’s deep brown eyes concentrating on cutting the herbs to add to the sauce, tasting everything and adding spices when needed. You watched his lips touch the wooden spoon to taste the sauce, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, he raised his eyebrows, nodded his head and set the spoon down on the stove.

He must have felt you staring at him because he turned to face you, smiled lovingly at you and his eyes were glittering like chips of dark glass. “You see something you like, beautiful?” Billy asked.

You smiled back. “I always see something I like when I’m looking at you, my love.” His nose turned a little pink as well as his ears, he was blushing.

Dinner was delicious, Billy did make his lasagna, a Caesar salad and for dessert he picked up some cannoli from the bakery. You each talked about your work day, made each other laugh, and you just felt the stress melt away from your body.

This was exactly what you needed after the day you had, but he wasn’t finished spoiling you yet. You started to gather the dishes to bring to the kitchen when he stopped you.

“No, no love—I’ll do that.”

“But you cooked, Billy so I clean up, those are the rules.” You said, looking a little confused.

“I said I’ll do it, baby.” The tone of his voice was tense, he really did not want you to help. “I laid something out on the bed for you, go put it on.”

You bit back your smile. “What? Billy, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Just go put it on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a minute.” He winked at you again and started to clear the table.

Curiously, you proceeded across the living room floor and headed towards your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder a couple of times because you could feel Billy looking at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You adjusted the dimmer switch to give your bedroom a dim glow, he had candles burning in there too and there on the bed was what looked to be the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe you think you’ve ever seen. You reached out to touch it, the fabric ran through your fingers like butter, it was exceptionally soft. What was he up to, anyway?

You undressed and slipped the robe on. It was the softest thing that has ever been on your body, you just stood there for a minute, admiring it, touching it, and you couldn’t believe it was yours. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, you waited for Billy.

You could hear him rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, the silverware made chime like noises, and he had wrapped up the rest of the food and put it in the refrigerator.

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked you with his hands in his pockets, while leaning against the door frame, looking at you from head to toe, and smirking while he did it.

“Like it? Billy, I LOVE it! This is beautiful and so cozy.” Your boyfriend was just full of surprises tonight.

“Ok, stay right there.” He walked into your bathroom and began to run the water in the bathtub. You watched him scurry back and forth between rooms, carrying candles, more red roses, a glass of wine, and the strong scents of lavender and rose coming from the bathtub smelled like heaven.

After the tub was full, he turned the water off and shuffled more things around. You bit down on your thumb in anticipation, smiling from ear to ear as you did so. Billy always had to be the best, even if his only competition was from himself.

He tried so hard to make you happy but sometimes smaller gestures meant more than more extravagant ones. The fact that he cooked dinner for you would have been enough but he always wanted to do more.

He made sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it before leading you into the bathroom, he had you close your eyes of course and when you opened them it looked like a scene from a movie.

The warm soft glow from the candles gave off just enough light to see everything he did, your glass of wine was resting on the edge, an inflatable pillow for your head, and red rose petals covering every inch of the surface of the water.

“Billy…it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You said as you snaked your arms around his long torso, he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“I just really wanted you to have a good night, love.” He squeezed you tight and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his endless dark eyes. He inched his face closer to yours and your lips met in the middle, softly at first, and then with more vigor and passion. His tongue twisted and knotted with yours as he started to untie your robe, but he pulled away. “Didn’t I say not to distract me?” He said as you shied away slightly while looking up at him. “Come on, baby. Get in the tub and enjoy your bath, ok?”

It did look very inviting and you actually could not wait to get in. Billy untied the robe, opened it to reveal your naked body underneath, the look in his eyes was primal and raw, his eyes roamed all over you like he wanted to take you right there but tonight was about helping you relax. He let the robe fall completely to the floor, took your hand in his, led you to the tub, and helped you in.

The water was hot, borderline too hot but it felt amazing and the lavender bath oil you could already feel it on your skin. You were at complete ease, he made you forget all about the bad day you had.

Time seemed to stand still while you relaxed in the bath, you haven’t felt this calm in a long time. The tightness in your body let go and when you finally stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You wanted to thank Billy for everything he had done for you tonight, no one has ever done anything like that for you so you dried yourself off, covered yourself with the robe and headed for the living room.

When you walked into the room, there was Billy. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his head propped up with his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “He sleeps.” You said quietly to yourself while smiling. Not wanting to disturb him too much, you carefully walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with ease. Brushing a stray hair away from his face, you sat up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your soft lips.

You weren’t exactly sure why, but tears welled up in your eyes thinking about all of the things this sweet man had done for you today and what he does for you every day. A tear fell down your cheek, that’s when he opened his eyes, somewhat startled. He must have been sleeping hard.

Billy looked over at you, eyes half open and gave you a smile. “Hey sweet girl. How was your bath?” He quickly noticed your tear stained cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong didn’t I, the bath oil was too much? Not enough?”

You grazed his beard with your thumbs. “Billy, no no everything was perfect, baby.”

“Then why are you crying, my love?”

You crawled into his lap, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and kissed him under the shirt collar, his skin was warm and you felt the smile spread across his face. “I don’t know, I just—well, no one has done anything like this for me before. You thought of everything—this was so sweet—and, I just want to say—thank you and…I love you.” Another tear fell down your cheek.

Billy swept his thumb across your cheek to gently wipe the tear away. “Y/n, I just wanted to pamper you a little bit. You put up with me working long hours, my moods, and just…me. You put up with me so it’s the least I could do.” He looked away from you, he did that when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself in some way, even though he had no reason to be.

“Billy, look at me please.” He turned to face you and pressed his lips together. “We take care of each other, baby. That’s why we, for lack of a better term, work. You love me, right?”

The expression on his face softened and he furrowed his brow a little, like he couldn’t believe that you could even question something like that. “More than anything.”

You gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails and gave him a warm smile. “That’s why we do things for each other, I don’t just put up with you…I love you.”

Billy still really wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him as you do. In the beginning, he always felt the need to buy you something to show you how much he cared for you or take you to an expensive restaurant. While those things are nice, you would try to convey that it wasn’t always necessary.

He’s learned that little gestures like surprising you with flowers, or a cup of coffee, bringing home ice cream because it’s your favorite, are all ways to let you know that he cares about you, they tell you that he loves you, just like he did tonight.

He didn’t give you a diamond bracelet or take you on a fancy vacation, Billy made you feel loved by making you dinner, drawing you a hot bath and making sure you were relaxed. That was more special than any piece of jewelry he could buy you.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He leaned forward slowly to have his lips meet yours. They tasted like red wine and chocolate from the cannoli.

“Did you eat that cannoli without me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gave you a surprised look. “Cannoli? What cannoli? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, beautiful.” Even though he was trying to bite back a smile, it didn’t matter because his eyes were doing the smiling for him.

You inched closer to him and pressed your lips to his again. “Nice try, handsome. I can taste it on your lips ya know.”

Billy touched his tongue to his top teeth and looked down at the tie for the robe then back up to your face.

“You see something you like, Mr. Russo?” You knew calling him that drove him absolutely crazy.

He started to untie your robe.

“I think I could see it better without this on.” He tugged on the robe a little.

As you sat back on your heels, straddling him, Billy untied the robe and lightly touched your smooth glowing skin underneath. He took in the scents of lavender and rose that were leftover from your bath as he nipped at your jaw, your chin tilted up to give him better access to the sweet spot on your neck, and you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Let’s go to bed.” He growled in your ear.

Your bathrobe fell to the floor on your way to the bedroom, Billy audibly gasped as he followed close behind you.

You turned around to face him in the doorway to your bedroom, he pulled you by the waist so your body was flush with his as you asked him “Are you finished pampering me, my love?”

“Oh I’m not even close to being done with you.” Billy whispered. “Not…even…close.”

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Hey!! From the prompt list number 1 + Josuke x fem!reader. It can be nsfw and if you can, a scenario about is would be great 🥺❤️

OMG YES- Thanks for requesting bestie 😫💜 Also, remember the request u've made for me? It gave me quite the inspiration for this one. Hope u enjoy ヾ(•ω•`)o

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TW: Aged up character, fem!reader, NSFW, alcohol

"I don't want to be alone tonight." x Josuke

It was already late, you and your friends had prepared a surprise party for Rohan, who had been working on one of his mangas for so long that he was hardly seen outside his house. His manga was recently published by a big company, so in this night you all would celebrate!

The party was over in the blink of an eye, you guys had fun and time flew. Yukako and Koichi were just taking off the decorations that were hung up while you were thinking about how to deal with your boyfriend. Josuke was drunk.

"Look at the state you're in, just give up already, Higashikata"

Rohan is barely managing to keep his head up

"Are you kiddin? Josuke will beat you up in no time!"

Okuyasu isn't helping much in making Josuke give up on this stupid drinking bet. But well, you know your boyfriend very well, he is not quitting.

"Aww Rohan-sensei it's so weak for that, it's not even funny" Josuke's speech is slurred.

"Hey you four! Me and Koichi are already leaving, we have already finished removing the decoratio- Oh my god, they're still on this?" Yukako roll her eyes.

"Not for long" You grab Josuke's arm "We're leaving too, Tomoko will be worried if we take too long, isn't it, Josuke?"

"Oooooh come ooon, she's not even home tonight baby" Josuke don't have enought energy to fight you back and end up being dragged to the door.

"HAH! Leaving already Higashikata? It means that i've wooon!~"

Rohan nearly falls out of his seat while celebrating his little victory.

"Ugh, we'll have to stay and take care of him, won't we?"

Yukako has a disapproving look laying on Rohan, in response, Koichi shrugs and lets out a small sigh.

The ride home was silent, Josuke looked like an angry child in the passager's sit. When you arive at his home you put him on the sofa and bring a glass of water, he's looking a little mad at you.

"Why'd u had to do this? Now he has his nose in the air thinking he won! Didn't you thought about me?" He has his arms crossed

" 'Didn't you thought about me?' Seriously? All i do is think about you!"

You two fall silence for a while

"...I'm going home." When you were leaving he grabs your wrist:

"Wait!" -- "I...I don't want to be alone tonight...I've always loved you so much...Since the time we've first meet, don't leave me tonight." He completes. (More dramatically than he normally is)

His blue eyes are sad, he didn't mean it that way. He pulls you close as he talk: "I love you..."

Your lips meet gently

"I love you too, Josuke. But calm down, i won't leave you, just rest for a bit and-" He barely gives you time to finish your words when you were thrown on the sofa he was on.

"Yeah? Do you love me, baby?" He positions himself on top of you, his eyes and words are dropping lust all over you.

Oh no, you know what that means, it's too late to calm him down.

Your wrists are being held above your head by one of his hands while the other is pulling your shirt up, revealing your breasts, just hidden by a bra.

As soon as his hand reach your skin chills go all over your body. He place his hand in your waist and let his face rest in between your breasts.

"You are so soft, ya know bunny?"

Your bra is lifted over your now free breasts, in a blink he is teasing your nipples licking their contour. You gasp.

Just for your little reaction he knows what is happening between your pretty legs. His hand leaves your waist and go to your shorts and open it buttons, his hand reach your wet panties.

"All that just wetness just by it? You're so cute!" He kisses your neck.

With his free hand your pantie is put to side and and half a finger is teasifully insert and moved. You let a moan leave your lips, you want more, so your move your waist, trying to have more in your entrance.

"Awn, my sweet bunny want me that much? Then you may have"

His hand leave your wrist and help the other to open his pants, revealing his big bulge, soon he takes his underwear off and give his dick little strokes while staring hungrily at your messy figure. He place it close to your entrance.

"Oh god, you don't know how much i LOVE you"

As soon as the words "love" leaves his mouth he finally penetrates you. You were so wet that he entered without any trouble. His pace is slow but deep at first, but soon it turns fast, he wants to hear you scream his name, and he will.

"Jo-Josuke!" It doesn't takes too much time for you to reach your climax, he already knows all your sweet spots and don't hesitate to reach all of them.

"Are you cumming for me too princess? I'm so happy" He kisses your forehead as your walls squeezes his dick, that is filling your insides.

"I love you so much..."

Oh god, sex with drunk Josuke is always so lustfull, but the aftercare is as same as always, full of love and praises.

You two are in the bathtub, you have your back against his chest, he is stroking your hair.

"...Sorry for what i said earlier" The bathroom is scilent for a while. He sighs. "You are really mad at me, aren't you? I can't blame you, i know you're always thinking about me whatever you do...And i really love that..."

You let a laugh out "Your dummy, i'm not mad at you, i know you didn't mean this! And no, I won't stop loving you, Josuke" You roll your eyes playfully

He softly hugs you from behind and smile "Huh, i'll take your word then" He kisses your head while giggling

[violettelueur]

— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you. 

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

                                               ꕥ 

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

                                               ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[callme-barnes]

Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

[andys13dreams]

I like to shoot photos. This is my hobby, a way of spending time outside the home. Mainly landscapes, but other forms also happen to me.

As you can easily guess, I photograph my girlfriend the most often among people. The effects aren't always published, but that's not the point. The point is, usually when we go out, I have my camera with me and I take pictures of her in different places and poses.

And here my fantasy begins …

Summer.

A beautiful sunny day in a seaside town. We're on vacation. We don't think about work, everyday life. We're just enjoying the moment.

We visit, walk, taste local drinks.

She, a tall, shapely, long-haired brunette. Dressed in a long, patterned summer dress and sandals ...

That's it. She doesn't wear underwear in the summer. Usually not.

A long dress, buttoned at the front, which is the key to my fantasy.

We do not hide that we are a couple, which is why someone often offers help. I'm taking pictures of her, maybe we want a photo together? He can do us, in such a scenery, in such a pose. Thank you, it was nice ...

Probably hot and a few drinks made the situation develop in an interesting direction.

"Hey," he asked, "why don't you take a picture of me with your girlfriend?" It would be nice.

- Why not. - I replied - Stand there, with the sea in the background ... One picture: He put his arms around her waist, hand on her hip. Finally his hand fell down. He literally grabbed her ass. He squeezed ...

"Maybe one more thing, with this beautiful building," he asked. It happened again, but this time from her hip, his hand traveled down over her butt and then up over her back to her shoulder. He hugged her to him. Pretty firmly. Cool.

- I would like to play her boyfriend - he said - Take some pictures of us and we will pretend to be a couple.

- Agreed, I'm for it

I think I know what's going on. He embracing her, discovered what she is wearing, or rather what is not ... But we keep playing.

He stood behind her. His body touched her back. His hands rested on her belly, and basically one. I didn't see the other one because ... he put it under her dress ...

Hmm ... Now what? - I thought.

She didn't react, not as I expected. She let him do it. Apparently, she was enjoying this situation.

A stranger, quite a handsome guy, in the middle of town was rubbing her under her dress.

She must have felt his penis poking her ass. He was looking for her hole, for sure.

He sniffed. His penis smelled her pussy 100 percent. He knew she was right there.

Then she surprised me. Quite.

"Maybe we'll sit on this wall, and I'm on his lap," she said. - We have a beautiful view behind us, I want to enjoy it.

Enjoy it? Was that the right word? If so, go ahead. Sit down.

They sat down.

Hmm ... Her dress is arranged strangely, it covers his knees, thighs, up to the waist. I guess that means ... His hand is under the dress. He's doing something, you can see it clearly on his face. He's eyes stray, he's looking for something.

She gets better, slightly raises her hips, goes down, up again... WTF?

Right, Fuck...

Right in the center of a seaside resort, among the crowds of tourists, some strange guy is fucking my girlfriend in front of me?

And she?

Smiling, although her eyes narrowed. You can see a wave of pleasure on her face ... Her body shakes with a shudder ... Orgasm ... One, two, third ...

He must have finished as well, because his hand is wandering under her dress again.

She got up, leaned on him, because her legs gave way ...

She came over and kissed my cheek.

- Thank you for letting me do this. - she said.

He seems a little intimidated. He came over and invited us for a drink. To Pub. We chatted and had a few drinks. She and he exchanged numbers.

It was only the first day of our vacation …

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

[weighty-ghosts]

‘Vanishing Spells (or: How Sirius Inadvertently Outed Their Relationship)’

Vanishing Spells (or: How Sirius Inadvertently Outed Their Relationship), by weightyghosts

“James thinks he’s sneaky, Lily knows exactly how to push Sirius’ buttons, Sirius is a tad overprotective, Remus is exasperated with them all, and Peter is definitely sleeping in the common room tonight.”

Rating: teen

Word count: 2918

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: December 16, 2020

Warnings: None

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28080297

   It’s a frosty December night and the boys are in the Gryffindor common room, still sitting by the fireplace from when they had come in to warm up after a snowball fight with the Slytherins.

Well, it wasn’t so much a fight as a sneak attack that involved the Gryffindors hiding behind Greenhouse Two and pummeling those green-clad gits with exploding snowballs... But the Marauders still considered it a battle won in the war against their enemies.

James and Peter are occupying the couch, finishing their Transfiguration homework (really it’s just James writing and Peter peeking over his shoulder), and Remus and Sirius are in the plush crimson wing chairs that flank the couch.

Remus is engrossed in a book Dumbledore gave him on Non-Being Spirituous Apparitions, and Sirius is sitting sideways with his legs dangling over the arm of the chair, drawing idly on the back of his completed essay, and tapping his foot to an unheard beat (much to James’ annoyance).

Sirius is also trying very hard to stop himself from staring at Remus, but he can’t seem to help his eyes wandering over every few minutes to watch the way the firelight brings out the auburn and gold in the werewolf’s hair, the ends a bit curled from the wet snow outside.

Remus glances up at him but looks away quickly, a light blush spreading up his neck. Sirius bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, going back to his doodling. This thing between them is still new and exciting, and most importantly: a secret.

A few quiet minutes later, James puts his quill down and stretches his arms over his head, letting out an exaggerated grumbling noise, a habit that Remus finds slightly irritating.

“Hey, Padfoot?” James asks in an offhanded way.

“Mmh?” Sirius murmurs, not bothering to look up from his sketch of a dragon breathing fire on a figure that looks suspiciously like Severus Snape.

“How’s your boyfriend?” James asks casually.

“He’s-“ Sirius glances at Remus automatically, then freezes when he meets amber eyes that are wide with a silent warning.

Sirius’ eyes flick back at James, whose entire face is screaming, “Ha! Got yah.”

“Wait, what? I don’t have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, no?” James arches an eyebrow in disbelief.

Peter puts his unfinished homework down and settles back on the couch to watch the evening’s entertainment.

“No! I think I would tell you if I had a boyfriend.”

“You don’t need to tell me, because I already know.”

Sirius drops his quill in his lap and folds his hands together, eerily similar to how Professor McGonagall does when she knows she’s about to hear a tall tale.

“What is it you think you know?” he asks in a patient tone.

“I know for a fact that you and Remus are seeing each other,” James replies.

“James!” Exclaims Peter, like he’s scolding him for outing an unspoken secret. Which he is.

But Sirius has his wits about him now, and keeps a carefully composed face, lips pulled up in a small smile.

“What makes you say that, Potter?” Sirius asks, adding a little bite to James’ name.

“Well, Black, ” says James, returning the bite in kind, “maybe you’ve forgotten but,” he lowers his voice a little and leans in closer to his friend, “we have a map of the school that shows where everyone is at any given time?”

Remus has to admire how Sirius is able to keep any emotion from showing on his face at this information, like he didn’t even hear it. It’s truly impressive. But he also seems unable to reply, so Remus steps in.

“It’s not a big deal, James, I’ve just been helping Sirius-”

“Yeah I’ll bet you have, Moony,” James says suggestively, with a cheeky grin.

Remus blushes and returns to his book so he can pretend to focus on something else.

“Hey!” Sirius interjects, but immediately regrets showing his obvious dislike of what James was implying when James turns back to him looking rather smug. He continues, more calmly, “I didn’t want to tell you and Pete...but I’ve been having trouble with vanishing spells, so Remus has been helping me practice.”

“Bollocks!” James refutes, “You’ve always been good at charms.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you! It’s embarrassing.”

“That explains it then, Prongs,” Peter says, trying to placate them.

“Thank you, Peter,” Sirius says, and tips an invisible hat to the blond boy.

“Oh come off it!” James jumps back in.

“Come off what?” Sirius asks, his voice rising with indignation. Of course James is right but he’ll be damned if he lets the prat be aware of it. “You think because you saw us together on the map once or twice-“

“Seven times.”

“S-seven times,” Sirius stutters but pushes on, “that we’re suddenly shagging behind your backs?”

“Yes.”

“That’s complete and utter-”

“But it’s not just the map,” James says, straightening up into a more formal position as if he’s about to recite a speech he’s been working on for a long time, and when Sirius sees Peter roll his eyes, he’s fairly sure James has practiced it on him.

“Something has been going on for weeks,” James continues, “You’ve been sneaky and quiet and acting all cute with each other, and going off on your own places,” James turns to Remus now, “and I know Sirius was in your bed at least once because I saw him sneaking back to his own one morning, and we’ve been friends for over five years so if you think I don’t know you two well enough to know when you’re happy and when you’re hiding something, you’re absolute bloody imbeciles.”

Remus and Sirius are quiet for a moment as that sinks in, then open their mouths to speak at the same time.

“What do you mean acting, ‘all cute-’” Sirius asks.

“Sirius was in my bed because I had a nightmare,” Remus states, shooting Sirius a look, “He was just checking if I was alright.”

This makes James pause, chewing on his lip. He knows that it isn’t uncommon for Remus and Sirius to turn to each other when they have nightmares, it had definitely happened before, but he was so sure this had been different. He has a harder time accusing Remus of lying, though, so he decides to address Sirius.

“When I said you’ve been acting all cute with each other, I meant that you’re all affectionate and stuff! And Padfoot,” James looks around the somewhat-busy common room to see if anyone is listening, but they aren’t so he continues, “has been very protective over Moony, lately.”

“That’s true,” Peter says thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin as he thinks back to the last couple of full moons.

Remus looks surprised at that and glances at Sirius with questions in his eyes.

“I’ve always been affectionate and protective with him,” Sirius says calmly, but his cheeks are slightly pink and can’t seem to meet Remus’ gaze, “It’s just the way we are.”

“This is different,” James says.

“Nope. You’re wrong,” Sirius says, picking up his quill and going back to doodling as if the matter is closed, “Utterly wrong.”

James crosses his arms petulantly, the frustrated frown on his face displaying how annoyed he is that his friends won’t just tell the truth.

“It’s true, James,” Remus asserts, “There’s nothing going on.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s hairy left b-”

“What’s that, Potter?”

Lily Evans had appeared in the common room as if by apparition, and stood by Sirius’ chair with a bemused expression on her face.

“Er, h-hey Lily,” James stammers as a blush creeps up his neck to the tips of his ears. Sirius rolls his eyes at the way James completely falls apart when this girl they’ve known since she was a tiny, obnoxious Firstie shows up.

The fact that Remus makes Sirius’ brain and insides melt with merely a look is a completely different cauldron of kelpies.

“What are you talking about that’s gotten you so riled up?” She asks with a smile, always enjoying a rattled James Potter, and crosses in front of the fireplace to sit on the arm of Remus’ chair.

She puts a hand on Remus’ shoulder and they smile at each other. Although, Remus’ is a little forced, as he doesn’t particularly want Lily involved in this conversation. They’ve grown to be close friends since becoming prefects last year, and she knows him too well. He’s fairly certain she’s already figured out about him and Sirius.

Remus looks over at Sirius and is surprised at the hostility in his face. He seems to be glaring at Lily, or more specifically, her hand resting on Remus.

Remus sighs loudly, forcing down the urge to roll his eyes, and Sirius’ mouth twitches.

He loves how easily exasperated his boyfriend gets with him.

“I was trying to get these two wankers to admit that they’re seeing each other!” James replies to her.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” Lily says matter-of-factly. They all glance at her in surprise (the boys in question looking away quickly so as not to seem too interested, of course).

“What? But you said-” James starts.

“No,” Lily interrupts, “They’re definitely not together.”

Sirius bites his tongue to keep from asking, “Why the hell are you so damn sure?”  

“What makes you say that?” Peter asks, and Sirius reminds himself to be extra nice to Peter tomorrow. Or to at least try to.

“I just don’t think Remus is Black’s type at all, you know? He’s not...” Lily trails off, searching for the right word, “He’s just not really…”

“Not really what?” Sirius demands, forgetting the façade as anger bubbles in him. How dare she imply that Remus isn’t anything?

“Look, as much as I love Remus,” who she throws a pitying look to, and Remus braces for what she’s about to say next, “He’s a...you know... and I just don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

Remus closes his eyes and chuckles, but the sound is drowned out by the explosion that erupts from Sirius.

“WHAT?”  

He’s on his feet, paper and quill knocked to the floor, as conversation in the common room halts and all eyes lock on him.

“Remus John Lupin is the absolute best, most brilliant person in this entire sodding school, you witless wench!”  Sirius bellows, pointing an accusing finger at her while ignoring James’ gasp at how Lily is being spoken to, “And he happens to be exactly my type! Everything about him is my type! He’s beautiful and smart and sexy and funny, and a bloody good kisser, and he makes me very happy, and- and…”

He starts losing steam when he sees the extremely-pleased-with-herself smirk on Lily’s face. His eyes flick to James who goes from looking indignant to surprised to ecstatic at Sirius’ soppy declaration, to Peter who is just dumb-founded, and finally to Remus.

Remus is half covering his bright red face with his hand, attempting to disappear into the fabric of the chair. Sirius hears him laugh softly, though, and his anger is immediately quashed.

“Thanks so much for that, Lily,” Remus says sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” she says cheerily, planting a kiss on Remus’ forehead. Sirius crosses his arms and frowns. “So predictable, Black,” she continues, shaking her head at him.

“Am not,” he denies, then has the decency to look abashed when adding, “But, you know, you should apologize to Remus for what you said.”

“Oh please, Rem knows I think he’s too good for you. I’ve told him many times.”

“You what?” Sirius looks accusingly at the werewolf.

“I thought she was joking?” Remus replies lamely.

“Lily Evans, you are an absolute genius,” James says, gazing up at her with glazed, adoring eyes. He looks about ready to swoon.

“And you, James Potter, are an absolute moron,” she says simply, “They’ve been hiding this for weeks, and you think they would just come out and say it if you confronted them with it? I told you it wouldn't work. Honestly, you know them better than that,” she adds with a tone like a disappointed school teacher. James could point out that he initially tried to catch Sirius off guard, but he doesn’t seem to want to contradict her. In fact, he seems rather enthralled by her chastising.

“Wait...weeks?” Peter asks in a small voice, looking as lost as he does in Potions.

Lily nods with a smile, rubbing Remus’ shoulder.

Sirius clears his throat and walks over to Remus, figuring he should apologize for blowing their secret, but mostly so he can get Lily away from his sexy boyfriend. He shoos her with a wave of his hands, and she gets up, tossing her hair at him before going to sit in the chair he just vacated.

“Sooorrrry, Mooony,” he croons, then takes the book from Remus’ hand so he can sit down in his lap. Remus’ eyes flash around the room at all the people watching them amusedly, but he rationalizes that there’s no way he could get any more embarrassed than he already is, so settles on sighing and shaking his head.

“You really can be thick sometimes, Sirius Black,” he says teasingly, loosely wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist.

“Only sometimes,” Sirius says, then his face lights up like he just realized something, “Silver lining, though, Lupin, I can do this now.”

He cups Remus’ cheek, tilting his head up as he leans in and presses their lips together. There are a few cheers and whistles from the other Gryffindors, and Sirius chuckles into Remus’ mouth. Peter and James, however, are busy groaning and dramatically covering their eyes as if they’re witnessing Filch undress.

“Eugh, I don’t want to see that!” James whines.

Sirius pulls away to glare at them, and Remus blushes even more furiously, shooting apologetic looks at their friends. Apparently he could get more embarrassed.

“You wanted to know, James!” Sirius asserts, “You insisted, in fact. Now you have to suffer the consequences.” He turns back to Remus and to pull him in for another kiss.

“Please get a room!” Peter complains.

Sirius detaches their lips again and looks thoughtfully at the blond boy.

“Good idea, Pete,” he grins, “Come along then, my love.”

Remus is sure his face must be about to burst into flames, but he lets Sirius pull him to his feet anyway.

“Oh no,” Peter says, eyes wide, “That’s not what I meant! Please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, mate, we’re only off to work on our vanishing spells,” Sirius replies wickedly, clapping Peter on the shoulder as he drags Remus towards the staircase to the boy’s dorms.

Lily laughs, and Peter looks back at James, who narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Good show, Pettigrew,” he snaps, “Now we can’t go upstairs...bloody ever.”

Lily rolls her eyes at them and gets up from her seat.

“It’s not like they’re going to do anything they haven’t already done in there,” she says, and grins at the horrified looks on the boys’ faces.

Sirius yanks open the door to their room and tugs Remus inside. Remus goes over to sit on the edge of his bed, quirking an eyebrow as Sirius locks the door with his wand. Sirius turns and walks over to him with a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

“Vanishing spells?” Remus asks, his voice full of poorly-suppressed humour as he looks up at Sirius and opens his knees for Sirius to stand between them.

“An excellent cover-up!” Sirius replies, placing his hands on Remus’ shoulders.

“You panicked.”

“I might have panicked.”

Sirius smiles as Remus laughs at him, his favourite sound in the world. “I didn’t like how Lily-”

“The witless wench?”

“The witless wench- was talking about you.”

“I appreciate you defending me,” Remus says with genuine affection in his voice, then slides his hands slowly up Sirius’ thighs, “It was rather sexy.”

Sirius bites his lip, enjoying where this seems to be going. “You know what, Moony?”

“What, Padfoot?”

“I wouldn’t mind practising a vanishing spell on your trousers right about now.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Remus falls back onto the bed with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.

“What a line,” he grumbles, but Sirius can tell he’s laughing.

Sirius climbs onto the bed, straddling Remus with one knee on either side of his hips.

“Did it work?” He asks, pulling the other boy’s arm down so he can look into his eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

Sirius frowns. “Is the spark gone now that everyone knows?”

“Yes. It’s completely gone. I was only with you because of the sneaking around.”

“Git,” Sirius says, poking Remus in the ribs, “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Remus’s eyes light up with mischief, “How?”

“Take your trousers off and you’ll find out.”

“Take them off for me.”

“Can’t. We never actually practiced the spell.”

Remus growls and pulls Sirius’ head down to kiss him hard, effectively ending the banter.

*

Half an hour later, James and Peter are standing on the other side of the closed door, trying to discern if it’s safe or not to go inside. When they hear whispering and a muffled moan, James turns to Peter and glares at him, lightly smacking the back of his head. They begrudgingly stomp back down to the common room to settle on the couch, for what will no doubt be a long night of homework.

*

[turtleedovee]

Life Has a Funny Way of Working Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,111

Warnings: Cursing, abuse, angst, small descriptions of blood and bruises, shouting, breaking things (that’s about it but if you guys have anything else i’ll gladly add it to the list)

A/N: this is my first bucky fic ahh! idk if i’ve ever posted any fanfics on this blog before which is crazy. i was thinking of making a side blog but whatever it works here. this is gonna be a series of sorts. maybe three chapters, 4? we’ll see. reader is a female and has powers oOoOoo. i’ll post this on AO3 as well so check out my account on there too! i’ll reblog this post with the ao3 link once i publish it on there if you wanna leave kudos or see my other work 👀but anyways i’m done talking, i hope you enjoy! (not my gif)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You sighed at your boyfriend’s anger and frustration, you didn’t blame him of course, you had just told him you wanted to break up.

“Please just calm down and let’s talk about this-” You tapped the table lightly, signaling him to just take a seat because he wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth.

“No, I’m not gonna sit down, what the hell? Why are you doing this to me?” He ran his hand down his face; you were really hoping this wouldn’t turn into some big thing but life has a funny way of working out.

“We talked about this. You are constantly complaining about me not being around enough because you just want to hang out with me, which is sweet of you, but after thinking about it, I am not what you need right now, I can’t be an attentive girlfriend right now and you know why.” You tried to reason with him but he was still standing up, all jittery. You really did think about this long and hard; he was always upset about you being away on missions constantly but you had warned him about that the first time you both went on a date.

“Yeah, yeah whatever you save the fucking world, then why did you decide to put me through this if you knew you weren’t gonna be around.” He accused you. 

“Wow.” You were starting to get upset, standing up you started defending yourself. “I told you what we were in for if we started dating, you told me you didn’t care and wanted to be with me either way. So you knew this was going to be difficult, now I’m giving you an out. You can go be with someone who will be there for you alright? I can’t be that for you and I’m sorry.” He scoffed and turned away from you, after a couple of seconds of silence he turned around and looked at you in shock.

“Oh my god.”

You shook your head confused. “What?”

“You’ve been cheating on me.”

“What!?” Now it was your turn to shout. You could not believe how and where he drew his conclusion.

“No yeah, yeah!” He shouted as if he was trying to convince himself of this. “You constantly hang around this boy’s clubs all the time and what? I’m supposed to believe you’re just going on missions?” He said stepping forward.

You scoffed, honestly amazed as to how he was trying to blame this on you. “Yes! I am away trying not to die constantly to save the world your ass is living in.” You shouted, you clenched your fist so angry as to how this was the same guy who brought you flowers after you came back from your first mission while you two were a couple.

“Oh so now this is my fault.” He waved his arms around, exasperated. “Honestly how am I supposed to believe you.”

“You’re supposed to believe me because I wouldn’t lie to you. Because we’re in a relationship, isn’t that what it’s all about? Trust? I can not believe we are having this conversation right now.” You stepped closer now, just tired of this whole evening. 

“Well if you didn’t want to have this conversation maybe you shouldn’t have decided to dump me.” He yelled and then did the most childish thing you could think of: he punched your wall and made a hole in the column right next to the kitchen.

Now you were angry, mainly because you were going to have to pay to have that fixed, or else your landlady would never let you hear the end of it, but also because he was acting like a child.  “I decided to end this relationship because I couldn’t be the girlfriend you wanted me to be. You are constantly bitching and moaning that I don’t give you enough attention while I’m out there busting my ass working tirelessly day and night trying to oh I don’t know, save the damn world you live in and you decide to just complain about how you don’t have anyone to watch a movie with you? Honestly dating you had been like having a second job, fuck you-” Suddenly he turned around and swung at you.

Not a slap, it was a punch. He hit you with his right hand and hit the left side of your face, you’ve always been told to expect punches and hits, hell, one of the first rules you learned was to always protect the face. But no training could ever prepare you for the person that you cared for most would decide to swing at you.

The impact was enough to turn you around and almost cause you to fall but the couch was on your right-hand side so as your body motioned to the right you instinctively reached out for the couch and balanced yourself. 

You reached out to touch the spot where he hit and realized he broke some skin. As you removed your hand from the side of your face you realized that there was a little bit of blood. You didn’t look at him, trying to compose yourself and not explode.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You should’ve used your powers

You reacted too slowly

Your powers could’ve stopped him

You should’ve broken up with him in public 

He wouldn’t hit you in front of random strangers like he did now… right?

A million and one things ran through your head but finally, after an excruciating 5 seconds of silence, you spoke quietly. “Get out.”

He looked at you as if he was confused as to what you meant by that, but still, he did not move.

“I said get out. Now.” You turned to him, stared him dead in the eye, and pointed to the door. “We’re done. I want you to leave and never speak to me again.”

He shook his head and began to talk, “Babe, c’mon you know I didn’t mean it.” He started walking closer to you and reached out for your arm, but you were ready this time.

You lurched your arm forward and up, lifting the now terrified man in the air, he knew about your powers and what they could do, but you promised to never use them on him; now those promises meant nothing to you.

“I told you to leave. You refuse to listen so here is how this is going to go,” You tilted your head slightly to the right and lifted him up higher, he tried moving his arms but your powers kept them to the side of his body, “you are going to leave. I don’t ever want to see you again, don’t look for me, don’t talk to me, do not even breathe the same fucking air as me. And if I ever see you in my line of sight again, I will not hesitate to end you. Are we clear?” He just stayed there staring at you. “Oh, and I almost forgot.” Using your free hand you motioned it up and to the side, two keys coming out of his pocket and landing in your hand. It was the spare keys you gave him when you first moved to the apartment so that way he could wait for you until you got home. “I’ll be needing these back, thank you.” Putting them away safely in your pocket, now ensuring he won’t be able to get into your apartment complex again. “Now leave.” Once again using your free hand you waved and the door began to open inwards revealing the empty hall. You moved your hand that held him in place towards it and launched him forward, his back hitting the wall. The last thing you saw was him starting to get up but you didn’t give him much of a chance to do anything else until waved for the door to close. Finally letting out the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in, you ran for the door and double-locked it; turning around and resting your back against the door breathing heavily, you stayed there trying to wrap your head around what just happened. 

This man was stubborn as hell and you hated him for that. He stayed at your door for god knows how long, occasionally weeping and saying he was sorry for what he did, begging you to let him back inside to talk it out, to bangs on the door and screams shouting things at you whether calling you a “slut” or saying that he straight-up hated you. You were starting to regret asking Fury to find you a complex that had no other tenants on the same floor because you knew by now someone would’ve heard and called to complain, but since the complex was four stories and you were in the building furthest from the staircase, no one could hear anything.

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He checked his phone for the third time in the last 5 minutes

Sent 1 hour ago

Shit… 

He turned off his phone and threw his head back sighing. His partner now getting annoyed.

“Look man, don’t worry about it maybe she got just forgot or something,” Sam spoke, looking at Bucky who’s stare stayed unwavering at the ceiling.

“I don’t like it, Sam, she said she would text us once she finished breaking up with that douche bag.” Checking his phone once more, all that stared back was the 4 texts he had sent back to back constantly checking in. You had told him not to call but part of him itched to just hit the dial button and make sure you were okay.

“She’ll call us when she’s ready to talk, so just give her some space.” Sam tried to ease his nerves, but Bucky knew something was off, he felt it in his gut. It wasn’t like you to just not leave a message in case nothing happened.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Bucky began to get up from the couch.

“Buck-” Sam warned.

“She said she was gonna text us once she finished dumping that guy, that was 3 hours ago and we haven’t heard anything from her. If it’s nothing then I’ll come back.” Bucky grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Sam only shook his head knowing he couldn’t stop him now.

“Fine, but be careful alright. If this guy is still there by the time you come I don’t think he’ll be very happy to see you.” Sam chuckled a little.

But Bucky rolled his eyes and headed out.

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He arrived at your apartment complex in a little under 15 minutes, trying really hard not to break any traffic laws. But it didn’t matter after what felt like forever he looked at the building now shrouded in darkness since the sun had set less than half an hour ago. He tried looking for your window to see any signs of people in there, not getting very far he decided to go up to your door and knock. 

This building was not the most secure in the world. The front gate that led to every tenant space was left open so getting in was a breeze. After climbing a few sets of stairs he finally reached your door. The first thing he noticed was the dent on the wall that wasn’t there the last time he came to visit. He tried looking under the door to see any movement but all he saw was something dark standing in front of the door. But didn’t hear anyone speaking; so he just decided to knock quietly hoping you would answer and explain how you were just fine and how everything had gone well.

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Today couldn’t have been any worse

You heard another knock.

Dear fucking god can he not quit

It had been nearly 5 minutes since you heard the last knock and wanted to look to see if he was finally gone but something in your body told you not to move. You have never been this paralyzed in fear. You had gone through worse things before in your life as an Avenger but those guys were bad, they meant to do harm and had no reason to give you any false sense of security, but he did.

Knock knock knock

You couldn’t take it anymore. He had been at the door for over an hour and you just wanted to be left alone, so you got up created a ball of pure energy in your hand made solely out of anger, just ready to blast the ever-living shit out of him. 

You began to open the door and started to wind your hand back ready to launch the ball of energy in his face, “I thought I told you to leave me the fu-”

“Woah Woah Woah-!” You heard a voice say, and when you actually looked at who it was you realized it wasn’t your now ex.

“Bucky?” You asked in disbelief, still ready to launch your hand forward at any second. He held his gloved hands above him to cover his face from being blasted right off. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you. You weren’t answering your messages so I got worried.” He said, slowly lowering his hands. 

You followed his movement lowering your own raised hand and dispelled the energy ball, fading away just like your anger.

You sighed in relief. “Oh,” you started realizing that he could probably see the mark on your face so you slowly rested the left side of your face on the door, slightly flinching at the contact, not expecting it to hurt as much, you hoped Bucky didn’t notice. “Well, uh, everything is fine.” You told him, giving a small smile.

He tried looking inside, “You sure?”

“Yes I am very sure, it all went smoothly.” You knew lying was going to get you nowhere with him, he was pretty perceptive.

“Okay, so you wouldn’t mind letting me in?” He pressed on, he knew he was getting nowhere standing outside the door, while you were inside desperately trying to hide something.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, trying not to alert him of anything going wrong, but you knew if you told him he couldn’t come in he would suspect something and the last thing you wanted was for this to turn into something worse than it already was. 

“Of course, come on in.” You opened the door gesturing to come in, already regretting your decision.

“So, who were you trying to blast?” Bucky asked as you let him in, he examined the living room, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Your beige couch was slightly slanted forward but other than that everything else seemed to be in place, he did notice however, you having your back towards him, not making eye contact.

“Hmm?” You asked slightly distracted. “Oh, uh my neighbor’s kids, you know they keep running up and down the stairs and hallway.” You said, hoping he believed you, though you wouldn’t even believe your own lie given how shaky your voice was getting,

You cleared your throat, “Want some tea? I’m gonna make some right now.” Hoping a distraction would get you through this.

“No thank you I’m good, so uh, what did he say when you decided to break it off with him?” Bucky asked.

You weren’t ready to discuss this now, but what choice did you have, you could tell he was getting suspicious about something, so you just had to convince him it was nothing.

“Oh you know, he was upset obviously, but what’re you going to do.” You tried sounding nonchalant about the whole thing, you talked all the while putting water in the kettle and put it on the stove to boil. “He was upset but understood why I did it, and then uh, left.” 

“Really? Just like that?”

“Mhmm.” You spoke, the kettle starting to scream a little, grabbing your mug.

“So, if he just up and left without any struggle… then who made this hole in the wall?” Bucky asked as he tapped the wall with his knuckle.

Your fingers slipped and you dropped your mug, first hitting the counter then smashing into pieces on the floor, the screams of the kettle now almost piercing.

“Shit.” You whispered, for dropping the mug and completely forgetting about the hole he made right before he hit you. 

“Woah, hey are you okay?” Bucky turned around and saw you on your knees trying to pick up the broken pieces of the mug you had just dropped.

You were at your tipping point. Everything felt like it was unraveling all at once, you tried picking up the broken pieces of the mug, hardly noticing your tears trickling down and hitting the floor.

Bucky turned off the stove to stop the screaming and went up to you, gently putting his hand on your back. “Hey don’t worry about it okay? It’s just a mug you didn’t mean to drop it.”

“No… no no no, I wasn’t careful enough, I should’ve been nicer and more careful, this is all my fault.” You muttered to yourself. 

Bucky was starting to think that you weren’t talking about your mug. “Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly and gently lifted your chin and that’s when he first noticed the little bit of dried up blood that was on your left cheek and saw a bruise forming. “Oh god-”

You hated how he stared at you: pity, it was written in his eyes, you really didn’t want anybody to find out, especially him. Most of all, you were embarrassed, embarrassed with everything that happened and how you handled it all.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, trying really hard not to break down crying, but it got harder the longer you stayed there on the floor staring at the shattered mug.

“Hey it’s okay, come here.” He wrapped you in a tight hug and that was all it took to get you to release the fear, anger, and sadness that you’ve had bottled up for the last few hours.

And there you two were, sitting on the floor of your kitchen, silently crying into Bucky’s shoulder gently gripping his jacket to steady yourself. Bucky just stared at the shattered mug, a mixture of relief and sadness filling his head; glad he went to check up on you but angry and upset that you have been put through something that dick had caused, and he intended to make his sorry ass pay.

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Not the end of the world, after all || B.W.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: description of an injury

summary: You got bitten by a werewolf during the battle of Hogwarts and Bill is right by your side afterwards. word count: 1394

a/n: for the purpose of the story, of course, Bill x Fleur never happened. Also, I love Domhnall Gleeson's beard so Bill has a beard here.

tags: @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @thisismynerdyself ; @pxroxide-prinxcesss ; @lumos-barnes ; @hufflepuffalice ; @slytherclawbitch ; @famdomhideout ; @mollenniumfalcon ; @accioweaslcy ;

Feedback much appreciated!

From the moment you knew you couldn’t do anything, it all happened in slow-motion.

You glanced at your wand that landed far, far away, no good to you now. You saw his disgusting smile, once he knew you were defenceless, showing so many of his teeth that would probably be a shade of yellow, had they not been covered in dirt and blood.

You didn’t really feel much pain, adrenaline had done its job rather well. Perhaps just the odd sensation of your skin being pierced in a deep bite.

And thinking back to that moment, you thought that you did indeed, in half-consciousness, see someone stun the werewolf. Thanks to them, you were let off with your life, along with a werewolf bite.

But after that, you remembered nothing.

You felt cold. Your eyes were closed, and you didn’t feel like opening them. It was just that chill.

You were covered by something. A blanket, or a duvet perhaps. It was warm underneath that, but it reached just above your waist. If only it could be pulled up higher, but that would take too much effort.

“Y/N?..” you heard a voice ask in quiet disbelief, noticing you stir a bit. It was… Bill?

You wet your bottom lip, feeling the muscles in your face a bit stiff.

“Y/N…” he repeated with a bit of a chuckle, out of relief.

You opened your eyes slowly and let them adjust to the light. It was indeed Bill Weasley, sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a tired smile on his face. You didn’t recognise the room. The bed, the furniture… it was a hospital..? St. Mungos?

“Can you… can you talk..?” he asked softly, looking at your face hopefully. Why wouldn’t you be able to talk? What was wrong with you? “I… guess so…” you answered a bit hoarsely, then tried to clear your throat.

Then you moved your head a little and felt the bandage around your shoulder, and the pain kicked in. You remembered what was wrong.

“How do you feel? Do you need anything?” he worried. “Uhm… cold. I’m cold,” you replied.

He pulled up the cover hastily, but then he was off to get the healers and let them know you’re awake. They didn’t let him back in when they explained everything to you. Then again, you were kind of glad. You weren’t sure you wanted him to see you like that. A monster.

You weren’t even sure if you were thankful to the witch or wizard who stunned the werewolf, or if you despised them.

“Kingsley has become the Minister, we’re well on our way to have the Ministry up and running again, properly this time,” Bill announced, running his eyes over the Daily Prophet. The first issue published after the war. “People are really getting back on their feet. You’ll see once you get out of here,” he said cheerfully, putting the paper down.

“What’s up?” he asked, more seriously, once he noticed you weren’t looking at him, your face glum. “I’m not getting better, Bill. They can’t cure me. There is no cure for that,” you explained.

He took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re right. I rather meant healing the wound and curing the injuries after the battle. Look, I know it must be hard, and life will be different from now on, but just-“ “Stop. Stop it, please,” you whispered, feeling his words of comfort only bring you more pain as if they drilled you from the inside. He had no idea what he was talking about, he walked off with a mere scar and a fraction of symptoms.

There was a knock on the door. A young woman in a healers uniform, with short, platinum blonde hair, walked in. She introduced herself as your new lead healer and asked Bill out for a bit so she could run a check-up.

“Boyfriend..?” she asked with a bit of a smile, trying to start a conversation and perhaps make you a bit more comfortable. You felt yourself blush a bit at the thought. “No, a friend,” you replied, dropping your gaze.

The healer lingered a bit after she had finished the check-up, trying to appear busy. Then she sat down at the edge of your bed and looked at you. It felt as if her bright, blue eyes were piercing right through you.

“I don’t know if you recognised me, but I remember you from Hogwarts. And as a matter of fact, I remember Bill Weasley, too…” she began. You were a bit surprised but did not interrupt. “That doesn’t really have anything to do with what I’m trying to say. And what I’m trying to say, as I’m sure you understand, some people might misjudge. So I trust that it will remain between us, but I hope it’s a bit of a comfort for you to know that I’m a werewolf. I was bitten as a small child. It wasn’t easy, but I made, and continue to make it work. As I’m sure you will,” she said kindly, leaving you speechless.

“Right, then,” she chuckled. “I’m around if you need me. Shall I ask your friend back in?” she asked, and you nodded.

“You really didn’t have to…” you told Bill as you were approaching the door to your flat, getting your keys ready. You felt bad to have received so much help and support from him already, help you felt undeserving of. “No, I think I did,” he stated, following behind you, holding your bag from the hospital. “Right…” you decided to drop it, opening the door.

Almost two weeks had passed since you left it. So much has changed.

“Make yourself at home, I guess…” you said, looking around, then took the bag from him to unpack it and get yourself sorted.

You dropped off a week’s worth of Wolfsbane potion Bill had gotten you, while you were at the hospital, in the kitchen, then checked the calendar for the millionth time. You were supposed to start taking it the next day, and then every day for a week, until your first full moon.

The evening was drawing near and you somehow weren’t looking forward to your first night at home.

You walked to the couch where Bill was and sat down, a bit nervously. The silence was rather awkward.

“Thank you, Bill…” you said, looking up from your hands in your lap, at him. “No problem,” he replied. “No, I mean it, really. Thanks, for everything.”

He looked you deeply in the eyes and nodded.

“…the help, the support… dealing with my ungrateful ass,” you went on and chuckled. “And for coming to check up on me every day… I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

He smiled and shrugged, looking down, deep in thought. “Guess I’m just a goner,” he confessed, then looked back up at you.

It took you a second to realise what he’d said. “…Meaning?” you questioned, making him chuckle.

“I’m completely and utterly in love with you. I’m surprised you didn’t see it earlier. Though I could’ve had the balls to tell you sooner…” he said, running a hand over his beard.

You felt ecstatic. Your heart was doing backflips in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy - so crazy in fact that you froze in the spot, speechless, with your lips slightly parted.

“Any… thoughts on that..?” he asked sheepishly, keeping a smile on his face. “Yes!” “So?”

“I’m so happy!” you exclaimed, tackling him and wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace. “That’s… good,” Bill commented, hugging you back and waiting for you to elaborate.

Instead, you pulled back enough to hold his face in your hands and kissed him. In your excitement and his shock, initially, you just smashed your lips against his.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against his. “That’s quite alright, love,” he said, moving his hands to your face and kissed you again, properly this time. You poured all your feelings into the kiss and felt all of his.

Pulling back and looking into his eyes, beaming at you, you didn’t feel quite as scared of what the future had in store. No matter what would happen, you’d have the best man in the world by your side.