#and I haven't even thought about taking any in ages. so it's alright and I don't mind

[running-in-the-dark]

I've got an appointment with my psychiatrist tomorrow, and I'm getting my conch piercing swapped out for a shorter one. that's gonna be stressful 🙃

#annnd I will absolutely take my lorazepam for the second one... yeah it's unnecessary yeah it's dumb but. I'm SO scared #and I haven't even thought about taking any in ages. so it's alright and I don't mind #I will do things to make things I want to do but am scared of easier for myself so that I can do them at all #and that's fine #I'm so hoping she'll say the piercing is healing well... it doesn't hurt at all and I've been careful with it and I've cleaned it #(almost) every day like she said #but there's a bump and it still gets pretty gross and. well I'm just hoping it's fine 😬 #I kinda keep going from 'I still want as many ear piercings as possible' to 'I don't want to get a piercing ever again in my life' and back #though at this point.... I'm thinking I definitely should not get any more in my left ear since it keeps being difficult (the slight hearing #loss and the tube and then I got a middle ear infection... maybe it'll eventually be fine again but right now it's not looking like it 🤔 #but whatever maybe I'll get more in the right one. I could. if I wanted to. we will see 🤷) #also it suuucks that I now have to drive 30 minutes to get to my psychiatrist's office but I like him a lot so I will not look for a #different one #personal

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - All Over Again

Requested: yes

Prompts: 5) "If I could, I'd like to fall in love with you all over again."

48) "I love our cuddles."

49) "Stay here tonight."

Warnings: none tbh

Lando couldn't believe he was back in England, the familiar sights and sounds bringing a rush of nostalgia. He had done what he always did; gone for his morning run, ordered a hot chocolate to take away, and head on home to have his pre-made breakfast. As he strolled through the town, he couldn't help but wonder what had changed since he left for his racing career. Little did he know, he was about to encounter a significant blast from the past. He figured he may as well have a proper look around this time and so, he made his way up a side street, looking around and even spotting a few new shops.

Walking up a small street, off from his usual route, Lando's eyes widened as he spotted Y/n, the girl he had once been deeply in love with and even dated whilst he was in Formula 2. They broke up in 2020 since they both just didn't have the time and promised that if the opportunity every rose again, they would revisit it. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then, recognizing him, Y/n's eyes lit up with surprise and joy. "Lando? Is that really you?" She exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and excitement in her voice. He grinned. "Yeah, it's me! How have you been?" Lando asked as the pair embraced one another. "I'm good. Still on the hot chocolate or have you made the move to coffee?" She asked, pointing at the cup in Lando's hand. "I've never liked coffee and I never will. How's uni going?"

"I just finished up last year. I'm kinda just working for now until I have enough to move away." She replied. "Move away? What would make you want to do that?" Lando asked. "Well you tell me. Last I heard of you was you moved to Monaco. Very fancy." She joked. They exchanged stories, catching up on the years that had passed since they last saw each other. Laughter echoed through the air as they reminisced about old memories and shared new experiences. It was as if time hadn't dimmed the connection they once had.

Lando, felt some serious nostalgia. "I'm going to have to head now. I have some things to do. But good luck and it was lovely seeing you again." Y/n smiled. "Yeah, we should get coffee or something sometime." He replied and watched as Y/n walked past him. As she walked away, he couldn't help but think that maybe this was the time to revisit their relationship, and so, he turned and jogged back towards her to give a suggestion. "Hey, why don't you come over to my place? We can continue our conversation there." Y/n shook her head. "I have a few things to drop of to my mum's. I really can't."

"I'll come with you. I haven't seen her jn ages anyway." Y/n thought for a moment. Her mum would make such a fuss over Lando being back. She always brought Lando up, even to Y/n's last boyfriend. That conversation about Lando led to their break-up and since then she's always shrugged off any Lando conversations. "Okay fine." She said as Lando began to walk with her. "Do you want me to take something? Your hands seem full." Y/n nodded. "Please take the shopping bag. Its killing me here." Labdo laughed as he effortlessly lifted the back and hoisted it up over his shoulder. "Alright. Don't be such a show off."

Their break-up hadn't left a bitter taste, and they remained friends. The sun was shining, adding a warm glow to their amiable conversation. As they approached Y/n's mum's house, memories flooded back. Lando couldn't help but notice the nostalgia in Y/n's eyes. The door swung open before they even had a chance to knock, revealing Y/n's mum, who beamed at the sight of them. "Lando! Oh, it's been too long!" She exclaimed, enveloping Lando both in a tight hug. "Nice to see you too, Mum." Y/n mumbled as Lando grinned. "Come inside, I've just brewed some tea."

Once inside, the cozy aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air. Y/n's mum ushered them to the living room, where memories of shared laughter echoed. They settled in, sipping tea and catching up on life. Y/n's mum couldn't help but glance between them, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And that crash in Germany last year. Dreadful." Her mum said. "It was Belgium, Mum." Y/n corrected. Labdo turned and smirked at her. "Thought you didn't keep up with F1." The last time he saw her, she didn't really. She only really watched it when she was with Lando. "I can watch it if I want." She replied, sipping her tea. "Oh, you two always made such a lovely couple. Any chance you're getting back together?" She inquired with a mischievous grin.

Y/n spat her tea into the cup, as Lando gave an amused glance towards Y/n. "No, we're just good friends now." Y/n explained with a smile. "Well, that's good to hear. I always hoped maybe one day you'll find your way back to each other." Her mum said. Lando's lips twitched into a playful grin. "You never know. We could probably..." Y/n interrupted, taking it as a cue to change the subject. "Well, Mum, we've got a few more errands to run. Thanks for the tea!" They bid Y/n's mum farewell, stepping back into the sunlight. "Smooth, Lando." Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes at Lando's comment. "What?" Lando asked as if he didn't know what he had just done. "You always know how to keep things interesting," Y/n teased. Lando chuckled. "Hey, just keeping the possibilities open, you know?" Y/n shook her head, laughter bubbling up from deep within. "You haven't changed a bit."

Lando led the way to his new home. It was huge. Bigger than the one he grew up in and Y/n found that mental. "This is yours? Are you sure?" She asked. "Trust me, it's mine." He replied, opening the door. "There's a few boxes around the place. This is all just moving stuff. Don't mind them."

The aroma of spices and sizzling ingredients filled Lando Norris' kitchen as he worked diligently to prepare dinner for his good friend, Y/n. He hummed along to a tune playing softly in the background, feeling a sense of accomplishment in trying his hand at a new recipe.

Y/n walked around, a glass of wine in hand, looking at the photos that hung on the walls. From family photos to podium photos, she enjoyed looking at them. One in particular caught her eye. It was her at Lando's final Formula 2 race. They were all smiles and she couldn't help but feel the memories washing over her.

Just as Lando reached for a pot handle, a sudden hiss of pain escaped him. Lando winced, realizing he had touched the hot surface without protection. He quickly pulled back, shaking his hand in an attempt to soothe the sting. "Fuck." Lando muttered to himself, glancing around for a nearby kitchen towel. Y/n entered the room, drawn by the sound of his exclamation. "What happened, Lando?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. Lando winced, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, just a little mishap. I guess cooking isn't exactly my forte."

Y/n chuckled softly, gently taking his arm to examine the burn. "Let me take care of that for you." As Y/n tended to his burn, Lando couldn't help but admire her delicate touch and caring nature. His gaze lingered on her, filled with a warmth he couldn't contain. "Don't look at me like that." Y/n said softly, catching Lando's gaze. Lando smirked teasingly. "Like what?" Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "You know exactly what I mean." He shrugged. "Have no idea what you mean." Rolling her eyes again, Y/n suggested, "How about I do the cooking, and you just help grab things when I need them?" Lando nodded.

As Y/n stired some pasta around in the pot, she jumped upon hearing music. "Oh, sorry. Too loud." Labdo mumbled as he turned the volume down on a speaker nearby. "Why are you playing Put Your Records On?" She asked. "I like it. You like it too last time I checked." Lando said, beginning to dance a bit. "Last time you checked was four years ago." Y/n replied. "Oh come on, you haven't changed that much." Lando chuckled. "You wanna bet?" She challenged.

Lando nodded, moving her hair across her shoulder and placing a gentle kiss onto her neck. "You like neck kisses, don't you?" Y/n found herself blushing and biting her lip to hide her smile. Lando's arms made their way around Y/n's torso, his chin resting on her shoulder. "You're playing a dangerous game, Lando." She said. "I know." Y/n set the cooking spoon to the side and gave in, turning and lifting her arms up around Lando's neck, swaying along with him. Soon enough, they were dancing, spinning and jumping around, carefree and happy. "Oh shit! The pasta!"

As they settled on the couch to watch a movie, Lando wrapped an arm around Y/n, feeling the warmth of their shared history. The prompts echoed in his mind, and he couldn't resist expressing his emotions. "I love our cuddles." He admitted, a genuine smile on his face. Y/n snuggled closer. "Me too. It feels like we never missed a beat." Lando looked up to her, the look of a lovestruck puppy in his eyes. "Stay here tonight." He asked. "Lando, I have work tomorrow." She replied. "You're acting like something is going to happen." Lando said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh shut up." The pair began laughing. As the laughing quietened down, they found themselves leaning in, centimetres away from eachother.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as Lando looked between her eyes and then down to her lip. "Alright, but only if you promise to make breakfast tomorrow, and I get to teach you how to cook properly." Lando grinned. "Deal." And with that, he leaned in and closed the gap between them, Y/n kissing back into his lips.

The movie faded into the background as they continued their kiss, both missing the feeling of the others lips on theirs. "If I could, I'd like to fall in love with you all over again." Lando whispered between kisses. He could feel Y/n smile against him. "Maybe we can take it one step at a time, starting with breakfast tomorrow morning." Lando shook his head, lifting her up off the couch and walking towards the door. "Or we could start now and just start where we left off."

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff

[lexirosewrites]

Okay, so, Slick Sunday!

(I had a nap and I totally forgot that was today, help)

I recently read a fic where if you were abused as a kid you could be either a early presenting Alpha, or a Late presenting Omega, and therefore those were bad things

So my brain got working on it, and then swerved to the left by presenting me with (and I know this is going to sound kinda weird, but please stick with me):

Early presented Alpha! Eddie meets and accidentally triggers Omega! Steve's presentation as kids.

And bc they're kids I HC that since their bodies aren't really developed heats and ruts are more like a really intense desire to cuddle, you know?

So it's these two kids who meet at a park without any parents around start cuddling in a bench and bc instincts are strong™ they bond.

Cue to the Harringtons putting Steve into heavy suppressants at 10 bc breaking a bond at that age could potentially kill him.

But still the shock of the whole thing makes both Steve and Eddie forget who they bonded with and therefore we can add so much angst to their highschool years together, like, they both feel the pull to teach other, but Eddie thinks he just has a dumb crush and feels bad about it bc he's already bonded, while Steve is just wondering why he feels fond of the weirdo from school idk, idk, haven't thought of how they would find out, tbh

Also, in this scenario I was picturing like, Eddie recently moved in with Wayne and he's like, 12, Steve is 10.

The Harringtons also offered Wayne more money than GOD to taki Eddie somewhere else and break the bond as soon as possible. Wayne didn't take the money, of course.

I also HC that they were happily bonded for like, a week before the parental intervention, lmao

Ooooh alright yeah that’s sad as fuck, I love it! Traumatic childhood bond that’s forced apart and devastates them both, but they can’t even recall entirely what happened. Maybe they start hanging around later in high school or they’re paired up for a project and Eddie ends up at Steve’s house and his parents flip their shit beaches they think they know the truth?

#slick Sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #omegaverse #a/b/o #steddie ficlet #my asks

[remember-the-fanfics]

hello could you Gen z Overlord meeting Charlie and Vaggie for the first time when they go to their territory while they were working and they were friendly and excited at the idea of Charlie's redemption, basically releasing their wings happily💕💕💕🫧

It was a busy day for (Y/n), they had only got a handful of hours of sleep after having to fight off a whole gang of idiots. The group did damage alot of property while they were here so today was all about fixing the damage and help anyone that needed help.

"Mx Overlord, um someone is looking for you." Said a newly acquainted soul, they seemed to still be waiting for (Y/n) to tear their soul apart at any given moment. The sinner would get use to (Y/n) sooner or later, so (Y/n) wasn't worried.

"Can you tell them I'm busy at the moment?" (Y/n) said holding a board up high for someone else to screw into place, using their wings to their advantage.

"I-I did! But they are very insistent on meeting with you, also one of them is the Princess of Hell." The soul explained,(Y/n) almost dropped the board they were holding, catching it quickly enough so it wouldn't fall on anyone.

"Oh! Sorry but I didn't know Hell had a monarch, just tell them I'll finish up what I'm doing and find them." Said (Y/n).

"Okay!"

-

"Maybe I should have asked what they look like..." said (Y/n) having no clue on who they were looking for, they would be flying if they did so walking was needed incase of running into whoever, luckily (Y/n) soon got stopped by a couple of people.

"Hey, I'm so sorry but do you know where we could find (Y/n)? They're the Overlord of this area." Asked the taller blonde with rosey cheeks and red eyes.

"Are you the ones who wanted to meet with me?"

"You're the Overlord of this territory?"

"Yeah, usually people would say-."

"But you're so young!"

"Like that." Said (Y/n), looking at the Princess of Hell. "But anyway, why did you come here?"

"Well, we noticed that you actually care for the sinners that you have under contract-."

"So we thought you wouldn't mind helping our project to get to sinners to Heaven!" Finished the Blonde. "But introductions first, I'm Charlie Morningstar and this is my girlfriend Vaggie." Said Charlie.

"Well you already know my name but anyways I'm (Y/n) and that's definitely an interesting project, you have." Said (Y/n), thinking about it. "Why don't we talk about at my office? That would probably be more professional, I think."

"Alright! I haven't actually got this far before, everyone usually laughs or tells me to leave." Said Charlie, happy that someone want to listen about it.

"Before we go, how old are you? You seem to young to be an Overlord." Said Vaggie, you looked to young to even be in Hell.

"Well I turned 18 alittle bit before I died so I'm always going look young... if only all those beauty companies knew that." Said (Y/n), snickering to themself at the last part, walking towards where their office/home is.

"18?" Said Charlie, shocked that you were sent to Hell at a young age then quickly turned to rage about it. "Why would Heaven do that to a kid?" (Y/n) looked back to see her anger and Vaggies effort of trying to calm her.

"Look, Charlie. I've made my peace being down here and now I'm making a difference in people's life for the good. It's fine." They told her. "And I'm not a kid, I was technically an adult when I died." They said lighting the mood.

"You're right." Said Charlie taking a deep breath. "Lead the way."

-

"Oh thank goodness, I thought when you said get a sinner in Heaven it would be more of a fight the angels situation." Said (Y/n) before their wings fluffing up in excitement. "But this is so much awesome and peaceful! Who doesn't love trying to stick it to the man in a nonviolent way?!"

"Right?!" Said Charlie. "I just want to handle the overpopulation in a not killing my people way."

"But we don't have an proof or a guest at the moment so we would understand if you said no." Said Vaggie, looking (Y/n) in their eyes, who looked way to excited with their wings.

"I love rooting for the underdogs!" said (Y/n) before calming down and thinking about it."I would need a room when I visit, I'm willing to help fix up this hotel so it would be in better condition."

"We would need you not to do any of your soul contracts at the hotel." Said Vaggie.

"Of course, it would defeat the purpose of the hotel and it would be rude for me to do." Said (Y/n). "I would need to get everything set up for me to be at the hotel often so I'll be there in a day or so."

"Is that a yes?!" Said Charlie, leaning close to (Y/n).

"It's a yes, I would love to help you with your project."

#hazbin hotel x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #platonic #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel #genz reader #vaggie #hazbin vaggie

[ozzgin]

Hi it’s me again 😁. I wanted to try to request something but it’s very specific so if you don’t like the idea or just don’t have the time you can just put it aside 😅.

It’s another female predator story but in this one reader is a preator that was born black with white markings which is seen as a bad omen ( i don’t think it’s real in the Yautja culture but let’s just role with it ). Reader was abandoned by her family and was found by a family of thanator ( you know those fierce alien panther from avatar ) so she was a savage and knew how to hunt without any tools from a young age. Her grandmother, a strong and important matriarch, found her and took her back to their planet. But reader doesn’t really have contact with her kind except for her grandmother and her thanators and she hunts alone a lot of dangerous enemies ( like xenoporph queens ).

I’m totally making the even up but let’s imagine it’s mating season and there is a huge a tournament to help yautjas find a good partner. Like wrestling, shooting or small combat matches… It’s time for the females to compete, reader is participating cause her grandma asked her ( she wants grandpups 😂 ) and is wrecking the events and catches the interest of many males. Especialy after the one on one fight where she would use a lot of her natural features and thanator fighting style ( we don’t really see them using there claws, feet or teeth a lot and it’s disapointing cause those are mass murder weapons). The males are enamoured and quickly process to begin the courting but reader doesn’t really know how to act with males and she never really paid it much attention before cause she’s usually hunting or founding and taking care of new alien pets companions. I bet the males are amazed with this unique and strong ( and kind of inexperienced 😏 ) female yautja.

Thanks for reading this ( long ass fuck to be honest 😂😅) resquest and i hope everything is alright for you, 😘 bye.

You'll have to excuse potentially wrong assumptions as I haven't watched Avatar and have no idea what it is about 🥲 buut otherwise I just detailed around your ideas, they’re pretty solid and I didn’t want to tamper with them more than necessary

Predator Headcanons: Predator Reader in Tournament

Featuring a Yautja female with an unusual background.

Everything happened so suddenly. Your peaceful like among your family, uprooted within seconds. One particular day and out of nowhere, a bizarre vessel hovered over Pandora's forests, alerting everyone in its vicinity. The intruders that teleported down caused even greater confusion: they looked just like you. Yet you couldn't understand their odd clicks and guttural noises, nor did you trust the intricate holograms and machinery pointed in your direction.

After what felt like an eternity - and with the help of a translator - the uninvited guests announced their purpose: to retrieve you and bring you back to Yautja Prime. Nonsense, you thought at the time. There's no "back" when your home has always been on this Planet. Despite your protests, you'd quickly learned that your hunting expertise was no proper defense against their foreign technology and so you begrudgingly accepted the proposal.

The first few months were, plainly put, depressing. The matriarch - you'd soon learn she is your remaining family - insisted on keeping your integration a secret at first. Many factors were still unknown to them: would you be able to learn their language after so many years? What about defending yourself against other Predators? Yautja communities are ruthless and unforgiving, and the matriarch could not risk killing off her only successor.

Thankfully you proved yourself efficient enough with your skills. Growing up in the forest has honed your senses, perhaps to an even greater degree when compared to a Predator who relies on modern weaponry. Impressed with the outcome, your grandmother decides to register you for the Grand Tournament. What better way to reveal the return of her long-lost suckling? You don't know what it entails, but the time spent hunting xenomorphs has gotten quite monotonous. You'd take any challenge to entertain you.

The gate opens and you step inside the ring without hesitation. There's a moment of silence, followed by suspicious murmurs from a confused audience. Unbeknownst to you, the patterns you're donning are not only a rare occurrence among the Yautja species, but a bad omen as well. The males are studying your movements carefully. It's not just your appearance; Your fighting stance is unusual, resembling a wild animal. And, as the end of the match quickly follows with an effortless win on your side, they're certain of one thing: they've found their mate.

You raise your first victoriously and don't even notice the predatory stares. Nor do you comprehend the sudden gathering of males that has formed towards the exit, awaiting your return. What's the meaning of this? You glare at the matriarch, and she responds with a smirk. You'll figure it out soon enough.

#predator #predator headcanons #predator x reader #predator reader #yautja #yautja x reader

[artsyanapink]

GANONDORF X ZONAI READER ❤️

WOAH! I'm done with this one now. A big smutty fanfiction. Again, Ganon is evil, bad, a villain etc. so buckle up people.

This is a Rauru and Sonia daughter reader. I imagined the oc I drew but there are no descriptions beside long hair one time toward the end so you can put yourself, whatever simp you are. 😊

Minors do not interact please.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven't watched the tears memories in the game, size difference, monster fucking (He is basically one when he transforms), chocking, pain, death (not the reader), little mentions of blood, manhandling, dubious consent, non-con, gloom pleasure (not telling what I mean)

Words: 3755

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The breeze was gentle outside as you sat in the garden with your father and mother, King Rauru and Queen Sonia. Two guards were standing straight, eyes looking cautiously the outskirts for any menace despite peace reigning for as long as you could remember. There were the zonai soldiers your parents built as well. You didn't think anything would happen. There was an accident two weeks ago but you hope nothing similar would ensue.

"I'm happy to hear you are getting better with your power." Your mother expressed her joy gently. "It takes me back to when I was your age. It was a surprise."

"Three people with a tear of time. Now that is interesting." Your father scratched his chin in deep thought. You perked up at this statement. He was talking about Zelda.

"I'll have to find her after tea. I wonder what she wanted to talk about with me."

Sonia put a hand on his. "Don't fret over this, dear." She grabbed her cup, sipping silently. The curved of her lips was not invisible to you and your father. "Just enjoy the present for now, you need it before they come for the matters we talked about."

"Who?" You looked at them curiously. You had no clue. "Don't we already have treaties between the people of the regions?"

"Not all, Y/N." That was enough to understand your father's words. He seemed uncertain as well, so why doing this?

"But—" Your eyes gazed at your still full cup of tea. It was a bad approach in your opinion. "Did you asked them?" He shook his head, making your brows furrowed even more.

"He responded to our demands and I accepted. I'll see to it for an agreement this evening."

"I don't think this is a good idea, father." Your voice was but a murmur. "Didn't they send mordugas two weeks ago to attack? If we hadn't being there—" You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence, closing your eyes a moment. The thought of death scared you and there is a high chance that it would've been a sucess for the Gerudos.

"You are thinking too much my dear." Your mother spoke sweetly with tender eyes. "Why don't we take one step at a time? Let enjoy this morning together for now."

"Sonia's right." Your father continued. "We are well protected and if something doesn't feel right, we'll make more preparations, alright Y/N?"

You nodded weakly. Your troat was dry and no tea could quench your thirst.

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You now sat in the throne room, next to your mother. Your father was in the center and Zelda next to him on his right, standing. Since the moment the Gerudos arrived, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. This man was a dark mystery but he was making you uncomfortable. Like a prey despite your mother's power coursing through your veins. You were still thinking your father was playing with fire.

"On behalf of the gerudo, for taking so long to accept your repeated invitations, it is our desire to be accepted into the protective embrace of your kingdom. To serve it faithfully." He kneel after the women who accompagnied him, one hand resting on his knee.

"A welcome appeal, Ganondorf. I will accept your vow of featly to the kingdom of Hyrule."

Your eyes widened toward your parent. Was he serious? "Father—" You whispered, bewildered but he exchanged a look that was enough to silence you and sat farter in your throne with a still rigid back.

"I understand that a single male is born to the Gerudo every one hundred years. Receiving such an appeal from you, a hero to his people and a king by birth," Rauru closed his eyes with a faint smile. "Well, it is truly reassuring."

"It is my honour." Ganondorf spoke slowly. With his head hidden in the darkness, you couldn't see his expression. "When your Zonai ancestors first descended upon these lands long, long ago, they must have seemed to be gods. And now you rule as king and have taken a Hyrulean woman as you wife." Your father sound cautious at Ganondorf words, frowning. "As well as birth a daughter of both race." Your eyes met his amber, almost red ones, petrified under the gaze while a phantom grin dressed his lips. You felt a gentle hand touched yours and looked to your mother. Her eyes were forward but the warm of her touch put your mind at ease a little. "Your Majesty has certainly risen above your admirable lineage. Most impressive."

"It is unfortunate that the noble Zonai no longer grace this world with their presence." The sunset passed through the windows of the castle and the light colored the Gerudo in flaming red. You supressed a gasp at the view as his gaze turned a sharp moment to you before turning to the king. "All except you and your sister, that is."

Rauru joins turned paler as he grasped the cold arms of his seat. He had a calm exterior nonetheless. "Even if something were to happen to me, both my kingdom and the peace it brings will endure for generations to come." An ominous silence followed before your father voice was heard again. "Your actions today are appreciated, Ganondorf. I look forward to your futur endeavors. You may leave."

"You Majesty." The man bowed before getting up in one swift motion, taking his sword with him. You saw the eyes of the devil one last time then he was gone, Gerudo women following behind him.

You heartbeat was fast against your chest as your eyes were fixed on the double doors at the end of the room. You didn't hear what Zelda had said, losing yourself in your own mind for a minute. Your father's words were short. "I am well aware of his evil nature. For that reason, and others, I want him close. It will be easier to keep an eye on him."

"I still think this is not a good decision, father." Rauru's eyes turned to you with slight surprise. "Something bad is going to happen. I sense it and it's unbearable." You clenched the tear that was neatly placed where your heart was. "I doubt Ganondorf is duped enough to stay tranquilly without attacking. He did it once, who said he won't do it a second time?"

Sonia, your mother, was stroking your back slowly, drawing circles to calm you while he got up and advanced toward you. "Y/N, I am touched you worry so much about us and the people here but this is nothing to worry about.  Everything will be alright." He smiled, almost hugging your form. You closed your eyes.

"If anything happens, we will be prepared." Your mother finished, looking at him, then at Zelda. You followed her gaze, watching the girl sending you her own uncertained smile.

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A week went by and Zelda talked to you about her own concerns regarding the Gerudo king. His name was familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. You both agreed that something was wrong at least. It made you feel less paranoiac that you weren't thinking alone.

Outside of your worries, you practiced more of your power with your mother and were getting better at it. You were able to stop time on bigger objects and for a longer period of time. She was proud of you, and your father was as well. 

A month passed before Zelda had send you a letter to meet her one night with chances to talk deeper in the matters that you were both preoccupied with. When you reached the exterior halls however, that's when you felt that this meeting wasn't normal. She had being quiet for the whole walk, even with the both of you alone. You looked at the scenery from the ruins before you gazed behind your shoulder and turned to her. "We are alone now. What did you want to talk about with me, Zelda?" A distorted smile showed on her lips, taking you aback. "Zelda?"

"It's was so easy. You are such a naive girl." You were too much in shock to be embarrassed at her statement. Her head leaned on the side, almost too much to be comfortable. A sharp object slide from her hand suddenly and you exclaimed in fright when it flew toward you. What you discerned was a knife stopped milimeters from your face.

You hadn't use your power—

"Oh my, I am surprise to hear you say such a thing." Sonia appeared around the corner.

"Mother!"

Her eyes weren't cold but the warmth was gone, slowly advancing toward Zelda, not taking her gaze off the girl. "I was wondering if I was seeing two at the same time, being in one place and another far away in such a short moment is pretty strange, don't you think? You did play your game pretty well." Your mother's power was still on then grabbed the weapon and tossed it on the ground gracefully. "But if you're not her, that means you are a puppet of Ganondorf."

You watched with wide eyes, stunned. "A puppet?" Did that mean that the conversations you had weren't with her? Were any?

The body decomposed as the marionette laughed mischievously. Red and purple formed on it until there wasn't anyone there anymore but a weird sent in the air.

You watched wary for anything abnormal and when you saw nothing, you let your guard down. You sighed, turning around to Sonia, wide eyes at the person standing behind her. You hadn't time to call for her as your mother was stabbed in the back, gasping in pain and surprise. The killer snatched the tear on your parent's necklace and she crumbled to the floor, blood on her white dress. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

"Mother!" You rushed to her, holding her body for dear life. "Please don't be dead. I'm begging you. Don't die, please!" Your powers weren't strong enough to turn back time and you hated yourself for it. But you despised even more the man in front of your kneeling form.

Grin wide, his chest vibrated as he roared maniacally. Ganondorf clutched the tear in a vice grip as it pulsed with power. "Finally it is mine." The tear materialized on his forehead with gold and the ground started shaking under your form. You held your mother tighter as dark mist surrounded the man, the scream of victory the only hint he was still there. You hid your view from it, your head in the crook of your parent's neck as you waited to wake up from this horrible nightmare. It wasn't real. It could've not been.

You were abruptly gripped by your dress, feet dangling off the stone ground, your hands instinctively reaching to get out of his hold.

"You can struggle all you want, princess." A dark voice grunted, sounding amused. "Nobody is here to save you now, not even your developing power of time."

Eyes wide, they were met with a changed man. His title of Demon King was fitting more now than ever with his monstrous appearance. His scleras became black, contrasting with the same eyes colour as before. The hair grew longer but the places where two horns had emerged. His robes were created of the same stuff that came out when he stole the tear, a similar substance that Zelda, whoever it was the real one or not, talked to you about from her own era.

He was demonic.

"Your foolish king took for granted the godlike power you had all in your hands, not using it to its full potential." His eyes slitted and your heartbeat quickened. While you felt overpowered by his stare alone, his grip on you was making things more difficult. You tried to kick him in vain, getting but a disorted chuckle in response. "Your mother is merely the first victim of his arrogance and she won't be the last, believe me."

The sounds of the doors resonated and tears cascaded down your cheeks at the new voice. "Y/N!" Your father was here and by the lighter sounds of feet, Zelda was as well. "Let her go, Ganondorf." He growled, barring his teeth in anger as his third eye opened.

"You tried to control me, Rauru." The changed Gerudo spat, but smirked nonetheless. He was in a better position than all of you. His grip was now on your throat, body turned toward them and they heard a gasp for air while you looked desperately at your father and friend. "You will die knowing that you fail!" He exclaimed darkly, then gazed at you struggling. "As for her, I have other plans in mind."

"You bastard!" You chocked without thinking, grasping for anything while extending your hand toward your parent. You were losing consciousness.

"What foul language for a Zonai princess." He grinned wickedly and looked to the king. "That will need punishment, don't you think, Rauru?"

Pain started to course through your body and you whimpered loudly, regretting your decision. It felt like it was burning, but weak now, it was easier to not do anything instead of fighting against the hold Ganondorf had on your neck.

Zelda was mouth opened. "I recognize it now, it's the gloom!"

Rauru looked horrified and helpless while the Gerudo was smug, an evil smirk reaching his ears. "What are you going to do now, king?" He emphasized on the last term. Darkness was creeping around your body until it reached your chest. It stopped growing but it was more painful than earlier.

"Please, stop! It hurts!" Your cries made your father's heart clenched, seeing you trashed around feebly. He should have listened to you. Maybe then you wouldn't be in the grasp of this awful individu. Maybe then, Sonia would've not died.

Ganondorf threw his newfound magic toward them with his free hand, Rauru immediately protecting himself, Zelda and your mother but you saw it wasn't enough. The shield was not stronger than the attack and dread filled your guts when you heard your friend teleported the three of them away, a guilty look in her eyes.

Your lips quivered, wanting to curl in a ball as the situation kicked in. You were alone now with this monster. The man huffed in annoyance, dropping you without a care, resulting in scratches on your hands and knees. You winced and choked on air, your respiration slowly going back to normal after the gloom disappeared. Watching him in a mix of fear and hatred, he send you a curled smirk in response. "This world as it is now is doomed and you will be the first to see it crumbled."

"You won't get away with this." You spat, tears slowly drying.

"Oh, but I will." Ganondorf seized your wrist, turning you around so you were back to his chest and Hyrule in your peripheral vision, a blood red moon high in the sky. Monsters of all size were attacking, destroying everything and killing everyone while people screams filled the air, making you cry again. You averted your eyes but he wasn't having it. He gripped your chin with his whole hand, his breath on your ear, making you watched. "I am the king now. After all these years of been belittled by your people, seen as nothing but lowly thieves—I am in control." 

You gritted your teeth. "You're just a monster."

His wicked laugh rang in your ears, making you shuddered with closed eyes while your ears and cheeks redened, feeling his face next to yours. "You're hurting me now, princess." He mocked, claws stroking your face with slow movements. They descended in the line of your breasts, then to your stomach, resting in the middle and you tried to trash away like you were just touched by fire. Fortunately the gloom was nowhere on your body but his hand had replaced the burning feeling. You looked at him in terror behind your shoulder when your body was bend on the rock debris. "Now, let's see how powerful this new body is."

"Ganondorf—" Your dress was pulled over your waist, dark clawed hands running over your bottom. "Stop this!" His grin only widened at your small voice.

"Pleading for mercy, princess?" He dryly humped against you, grunting like an animal as your cheeks flushed in embarrassement. His chest was touching you, chuckles making it vibrated against your back. "So pathetic. How I would enjoy this blast Rauru seeing your crumbled form because of me. I will savor breaking you until you are nothing but a slave." He groaned silently with half lidded glowing eyes, bit your ear and then pushed you farther down. Gloom invaded from the cracks of the ruins, flowing up your legs and arms until it stayed, clutching your members for restraining any movement. You whimpered against the substance. It was like stone was holding you captive now despite feeling liquid.

Ganondorf undress his robes, his length standing tall. "No, please—"

"Don't try to hide it for me, princess. Your body is responding very well to my power." He smacked one of your cheeks, the skin getting pink at the action and a pained moan leaving your lips. He stroke his member with slow motions before alligning himself to your entrance.

"Don't—Ganondorf. I'm begging you!" You felt helpless and vulnerable against his strong mass. He slid all the way in, creating another sound from you.

"Zonai are truly differents, but Zonai and Hylian?" Ganondorf straightened his back, looking down at your petite form with evil intent. You tried to push him out but it only brought pain. "I'm going to mold your body for me only. My own pet." The man cackled, sensing you clenched around him. You were suddenly feeling warmer as he continued to drilled down into your hole. "Would you like that? I do relished the idea of the Zonai princess reduced to be a lowly servant." The gloom dissipated from one leg as Ganondorf grabbed it, dangling from each rough thrusts he was inflicting. Your moans got louder, the urge to hide your eyes from him as the position was switched. That is, if it wasn't for the dark substance. Glowing ambers stared at your quivering form in amusement, watching your expression slowly turning lustful. "Finally." He pumped harder, your leg on his naked shoulder, gasping every now and then. Sensing struggle from your arms, the gloom disappeared from there as well. The man was slightly surprised when you put them behind him, or you tried, with how massive he was.

"Father—Help me." You cried for help, your brain still conscient as you hold the man. You felt disgusting for falling for such act from a monster such as Ganondorf. However, your body, although new to this, was accepting the pleasure with excitement. A tear fell down and he swipped it out before crashing his mouth on yours, canines grazing your lips and biting, drawing blood. Both hands were on each side of your head as the devil continued to fuck your entrance, juices flowing down the inside of your hips. His tongue entered after, devoring you until air became a need.

Ganondorf let go, gazing at your flushed and sweaty form. He turned your face to him. "Such a disgraceful expression you have on you, princess." He smiled evilly while leaving and entering swiftly until the Gerudo was all the way again. "Fits more a slut than royalty."

"Ngh—!"

"What do you say to your king, princess?"

You let out a whine, your head thrown back from the force. "N—No."

That wouldn't do. Ganondorf became rougher, a dark and serious expression on his face as he took your two legs to put on his shoulders and his own body mass crushing your smaller one. His shaft was pulsating inside and he groaned in his actions, loving how you clenched him like that so tightly. Gloom cascaded down your breast, applying a burning touch to your sensitive parts and the Gerudo smile returned at your voice. Your lips parted, tongue almost out while your whole body shook at each powerful trust.

"What a view" he gripped your troat again, lighter than earlier, and pressed you to the wall, face on the rock and his member pumping inside without mercy. He watched the sight of your buttcheeks rolling in pleasure, slapping them again. Your body moved like a doll, whinning at being stretched by his size while juice dressed his lenght. Ganondorf looked at it, chest rising in evil laughter. "Are you already at your limit, my dear?"

Your mouth let out silenced noises and he arched an eyebrow. "What was that?" He thrusted rougher all the way after been out. You spasmed. "Speak to your master." Ganondorf growled.

It was difficult to open your eyes while the power of his thrusts were inhuman. Your back arched uncomfortably, feeling close to his chest as your head now rest on his shoulder blade. The man huffed in annoyance, taking your waist instead as you continue to bounce on his shaft. "No matter. You are nothing now but a slave—my servant and you will bowed before me." A smug smirk dressed on his lips. "We are already close to that, aren't we, slut?"

"Ganondorf—Ngh—Yes!"

He had break you. Smiling triumphaly, the Gerudo ran a hand through your long hair, claws thugging in a vice grip. "Yes, let me hear you. Scream who you belong to!"

"I belong to you!" You moaned but he entered slower and harder into your entrance.

His breath tickled your ear while you stared lost at a red Hyrule. The man brought you closer to him in a standing position, his member going deeper. His free hand roamed your body hungrily, the other's fingers inside your mouth while the gloom was helping, pulsing on your chest and neck. Ganondorf grunted suddenly. "Now take it all."

You screamed when his essense flew inside, your stomach getting a little bigger at the amount. "So—much!" Your eyes rolled back before you fell limp. If it wasn't for him holding you, you would have met the ground. More gushed at your feet.

"What a waste." Ganondorf snarled at the liquid, fingers pressing at your entrance to block the rest. "But I use more than once what belongs to me. Say goodbye to your dear father, princess, because I am not done with you."

"Far from it actually." 

#totk #totk rauru #totk sonia #totk zelda #totk ganondorf #hydrated ganon #his demon form is so hot #demon king ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #ganon x reader #monster fucker #monster #ganondilf #ganondorf #ganon #gloom

[seresinhangmanjake]

For the drabbles!

I saw this tik tok where a toddler was meeting her baby brother for the first time and she thanks her mom which is something I feel like Eve would do

It is absolutely something Eve would do! 🥰

Oh, Baby Series

Words: 941

Alright, manic brain has been in full force again, so it's not perfect. My bad. It's also the slightest bit different from the ask.

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You're about four months pregnant. Not so round as to be incredibly noticeable to the common stranger, but round enough at this point that, for Eve, looking at your stomach has become a daily curiosity. She knows there's a baby in there even though you haven't told her. She just knows it. She's smart for her age and watched her preschool teacher's tummy grow with a baby of her own, so when you get the slightest bump, you realize her eyes are now more often on your midsection than not.

She hasn’t asked yet (because you'd taught her it's not polite to ask people if they are pregnant), and you haven’t officially told her, either.

It feels wrong, though. She’s your daughter. She deserves to know she’s going to be a big sister, but you and Jake both know Eve has held every scrap of your attention for four whole years. From the moment you discovered you were pregnant again, you’ve been worrying about her reaction. She’s a bold kid. Opinionated. Stubborn. And therefore, occasionally unpredictable in her emotions. Yes, she’s wanted a sibling, but like any other child, it’s very possible that amidst her incessant begging for a baby brother, she neglected to consider that having another child in the house means that Mama and Daddy's attention will soon be divided.

That alone makes Jake terrified to tell Eve. Lingering guilt over missing her first few months of life has snuck back to the surface and he doesn’t want to disappoint her or make her think she’ll be any less loved. He can’t stand the thought of seeing her little face lose its smile, and doing anything to fill her eyes with big fat tears has always brought on bouts of nausea. So, the topic has been avoided.

But with each day that passes, the crueler it’s become to not share what you’ve known for months. So you and Jake pull your courage together and sit Eve down one morning to tell her the truth.

Jake's beside you on the couch, Eve nestled in his lap when you explain she's going to be a big sister. You expect an array of emotions—you and your husband being so prepared that you’d gone so far as to imagine the moment playing out in a very specific way: a look of awe then a wave of excitement followed by the potential settling in of pure jealousy.

On all counts you are wrong.

Your daughter is quiet as she stares at your stomach post news. Then she tilts her head back to receive her father’s encouraging smile before looking to you.

"He's really in there right now?" she asks.

And you answer: "Yes."

She takes a beat to consider your confirmation, her head tilting to the side. "But when did he get there?"

Jake looks at you with panic on his face. Oddly, no matter how curious your daughter has proven to be, your husband always finds himself blindsided by the unexpectedness of her questions. You, however, tend to manage just fine, and more often than not are willing to be rather honest with her. But you can't exactly tell Eve her baby brother "got there" during fifteen-minute shower sex in the hotel at Disneyland.

"Um,” you chuckle, “not too long ago."

She pulls away from Jake's lap and moves onto yours, and you lift your shirt up a bit so she can put her tiny hands to your belly. Her fingers are spread wide, as if covering as much of your skin as possible might mean her brother can feel her too.

"He isn't moving, Mama," she notes. "What is he doing?"

"Resting up," you reply. "It takes a lot to join the world."

She remains that way, just staring and feeling. And you glance at Jake, as unsure as he is of your daughter's next move, or thought, or word, until she mutters a quiet "Oh" and her face falls.

You cup her little chin and stroke her cheek with your thumb. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

With her lip worried between her teeth, she turns her head away from your gentle grasp and begins to fiddle with her fingernails. Like mother, like daughter, you think.

"Will he like me?” She asks so softly.

It only takes that brief moment to break your heart for the little girl who has never once had to worry about not being loved.

“Oh, baby girl," Jake sighs.

He runs his hand down the length of her blonde curls, then tucks strands behind her ear so he can have a clear view of the side of her face. "Of course he will."

"But how do you know, Daddy?"

"Because you're his big sister. And you're the only big sister he will ever have,” your husband stresses. “You will love and protect one another because that is what brothers and sisters do.” Then he squeezes her hand, smiles, and says “Ok?”

Despite his lovely argument, it's clear Jake hasn't fully convinced her.

She looks up at him. "But–"

"Baby girl, how often is Daddy wrong?"

Eve quickly turns her head so her eyes can meet yours. "Mama, how often is Daddy wrong?"

"Not very," you say through your laugh. "You can trust him."

Her lips quirk to the side. A beat passes, then she nods. "Ok."

She takes a breath before leaning forward to rest her ear against your belly. Jake grins at you as you rub your girl's back.

“Thank you," you suddenly hear in that sweet voice.

“For what, sweetie?"

“For getting me a baby brother.”

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[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

started my period last night and today even talking is exhausting so i was thinking about what bucky would be like with reader on their period who’s suffering from fatigue/exhaustion :)

Hi @brnesblogposts! I'm still half under the assumption that you might have sent this to me by accident, because I haven't had anyone talking to me in months! LOL. Anyway, I hope your period is over soon! And I hope you enjoy this little bit of what my brain came up with!

How many trips could you possibly make to the bathroom in one evening? you thought as you hobbled back to the couch. The cramping pain in your lower abdomen was unrelenting and you were exhausted.

Since the age of fifteen, you had suffered from debilitating period pains just before and as your period started. It usually meant missing a day of school and now work. You’d beseeched your doctor for a cure, but nothing seemed to abate the anger your uterus seemed to have. The pill. It had helped a little.

Flopping down on the sofa, you pulled your knees up towards you and groaned into the nearest cushion.

“Doll?” Bucky’s concerned voice floated across the living room.

You had just moved in with your boyfriend. He had never seen you like this before because you had always hidden away on days like these. Now you regretted keeping this from him as you were in no mood to explain the issue to him.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he rushed over and sat down beside you on the couch. Bucky’s eyes were wide with fear. “Are you sick? Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked, a little frantically.

You couldn’t help but snort into the cushion. He was a real worrier sometimes.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, I’ll be just fine,” your muffled voice tried to convince him of the fact, even though you didn’t feel it.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Trust me, period pain is not a reason to visit the emergency room.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up dismally, into Bucky’s weary face.

“No.” You didn’t want to add any more tension into his already stressful day.

“Have you taken any ibuprofen?”

You shook your head.

“Can I get you some?”

“Please,” you nodded.

As Bucky wandered into the kitchen, a sharp stab told you that you needed to take another trip to the toilet.

This was just too exhausting but you didn’t want Bucky to see you cry but when you went back to the living room, you couldn’t stop tears rolling down your face.

Not because of the pain, but because you had the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Bucky had piled the coffee table with several forms of pain killers, a steaming mug of tea, a variety of cakes and a hot water bottle.

“Oh Buck,” you whispered.

He smiled and beckoned you back to the sofa. As you settle yourself into a comfortable position, Bucky covered you with a blanket and handed you some pills, along with your favorite fruity tea. Gently he placed the hot water bottle onto your tender abdomen and pulled your bare feet into his lap. You moaned quietly as Bucky massaged your feet with his deft fingers.

All of his comforting measures were starting to take effect and you found yourself nodding off. You jerked awake, almost kicking Bucky in the face in the process.

“Woah, it’s alright, you’re fine. Just go to sleep.” He stroked your legs gently.

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can.”

“Not unless you want there to be a huge patch of blood on the sofa when I wake up.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose.

“Exactly!”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to -”

“No, you were right with the ick face.”

“Doll, you were in a lot of pain earlier.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”

“I did, I’ve tried everything. I just have to suffer it seems.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Just gotta ride it out once a month!”

“I could -” Bucky tried to search for the right words.

“Be here with me?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fan fiction

[masturbucky]

Carl Grimes and 🌠baby trapping🌠 [2]

(aged up obv)Carl Grimes x dark!afab!reader

part where he's the scary one

In which you baby-trap him...

Ever since the incident we all know about, Carl is, obviously, very much afraid of the possibility to deal with a woman he cares about being pregnant and giving birth. It's almost paranoid, his whole behavior around the thing.

He will never do the do without protection. nuh-uh. He will check himself if you take your pills (if you take any), he will ALWAYS wear a condom - doesn't matter how much he wants to go raw on you, the mere thought of your dead eyes after a death in birth giving immediately shakes him out of this stupidity.

he doesn't want to see it. he's not ready for it, he lost enough people.

...but you want a family, he's not blind. he can see it.

how you baby Judith, your tenderness and warm smile whenever you see children, when someone lets you hold their baby... He can see this glint in your eyes, and he'd be lying if he said he doesn't like the image of you with a baby.

with a little Grimes, with his child.

he doesn't let this thought grow. he goes on, day to day, happy with what he has - protecting what he doesn't want to lose.

...he notices the change of behavior in you, though.

you get more...

...needy.

which is alright... great, even.

until you start begging for a baby.

"cum inside, Carl, I want it, i need it"

he cries out, and he nuts immediately.

he's almost disappointed that he's wearing a condom.

it happens again. again, and again, and again – you keep begging.

he feels like he's going crazy. while he loves how this makes him feel, the memories connected to pregnancy just break it off. he gets this odd feeling that you're up to something serious with something as silly as playing on his newly found, weird kink.

so he talks to you. he explains his position, once again. he tells you about his fears, and how it drives him crazy.

you don't fight. yes, you asks a few questions, but you don't insist and you don't throw a tantrum - which he's thankful for. it'll break his heart, fighting with you.

and everything is okay, until the next time he's cumming, he pulls out and sees that the condom leaks.

as if there's holes, so small he haven't noticed.

he doesn't say anything.

you're still on the pill, right? so what if the condom was... broken...

he's anxious, deep inside.

it just happened, one time won't get you knocked up. he won't lose you.

time passes and he almost forgets about this incident, until it happens again.

....you end up pregnant.

he's scared. you're scared. you cry in his shoulder for hours over the stick with two lines, and he feels like he has to be strong for you.

little did he know you faked the test, you faked the crying, and next time you're having sex you'll suggest to not use protection.

"Well I'm pregnant already, not like it matters anymore..."

#x reader #dark fic #tw toxic relationship #carl grimes smut #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x you #tw babytrapping

[padfootswhiskers]

With all respect, I think u guys give jkr's writing skill too much credit . Ik she said she planned everything abt hp books from the beginning( I don't believeit tbh), but she wrote some of the weirdest dumb stuff ever for the sake of the plot that don't make any sense ... Remus's life and even his name, for example.The fact that Remus hasn't visited Harry for almost 12yrs is ridiculous . "He thought Harry was safe - he felt worthless. He was a coward. " wtf?! No he didn't do it bc Harry shouldn't know abt his parents and wizarding world the End. srslyWheree were lily's friends? Oh they all passed away...Harry's grandparents THEY ALL PASSED AWAY ...problem solved (jkr is so good at this) and plus imo that also happened simply bc if Remus checked on Harry, he would be a father figure to him 100% (the role given to Sirius), and jkr didn't want Harry to have the same close connection with Remus as he did with Sirius. It would make harry -Sirius's relationship unimportant... Take Sirius's other relationships, for example. When he escaped Azkaban, he had no family, no lover, no one. Initially, I was like, "Yeah, okay," and that seemed fine. But later, it occurred to me that maybe he was written that way because he had to be solely for Harry. Like, he shouldn't care about anyone but Harry. Sirius isn't allowed to prioritize anyone over his godson.

to be fair, anon, i think two things can be true at the same time. a lot of stuff does happen in the hp universe for plot reasons---this doesn't necessarily mean it's always bad writing.

the plot required harry to be unaware of the wizarding world, alright. i don't see how this means remus would've taken, like, custody of harry or something if it hadn't! remus IS a coward. he IS extremely self flagellating. it IS completely plausible that he knew petunia wasn't a great person and left harry there anyway!

(take DH for example. he says tonks will be safe with her parents right after he tells them that her parents have been tortured for information. he isn't a stupid man, he's being deliberately cowardly.)

i understand that you probably really like remus, or at least the good bits of him, but character traits you dislike do not equal bad writing. remus consistently shows himself to be extremely passive-aggressive, conflict avoidant and unable to actually follow through on his conscience. i don't know about you, anon, but i can definitely see a man who convinced himself that withholding information about a wanted murderer was OK, convincing himself that harry is safe and better off without him.

jkr didn't have to use plot reasons to thwart remus and harry's budding relationship so that sirius could step in because...there isn't a scenario that exists wherein canon remus would step in to be an orphaned harry's father figure. i'm genuinely curious as to why you think he might. THAT, if anything, is what seems ooc to me.

as for lily, that seems to be pattern with jkr's 'popular girls'. i can't name five of ginny's friends if my life depended on it. it was also obviously done so that the snape reveal would have a greater effect. but lily isn't an established character the same way remus is.

as for sirius? i don't think it's unrealistic that he didn't have a lover/anyone waiting for him. i think people tend to forget he was only barely 22 when he got locked up; plenty of people haven't begun sorting out their lives at that age. lest we forget, he was also fighting a war pretty much the second he left hogwarts. not great for the dating scene, that. i don't think it's unrealistic at all that he hadn't thought about girls (or boys) or settling down at that time in his life.

but even if he had, i can't fathom a world in which he wouldn't transfer the love and devotion he had for james to james' son.

#answered #anonymous #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius and remus are FUNDAMENTALLY different so i genuinely cannot imagine a plot #that would have remus being the father figure to harry #whilst sirius was discarded on the side #like that's just...not them!

[misshoneyimhome]

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Prof!Willy anon and omg what you wrote was so good!! You don’t have to turn this into a series (but if you do I wouldn’t be opposed). Another thot/element to make it spicier is there being a little bit of an age gap like Willy is 30 ish and reader is like early to mid 20s. During one hookup, Willy has made you come so many times and he says something like “guys your age don’t know how to fuck a girl like this do they huh? can’t make you come over and over like I do?”. Also may I propose that he gets so turned on by being called professor in bed.

Oh, bb, I almost feel like I should head to church or something 🙈

These thoughts are stirring up all sorts of naughty ideas, and I just can't not go my instincts, you know 🙃😏

I hope you enjoy this next part 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); fingering; unprocted sex (p in v); mild anal play (trying something new here🫢);

[Prof!Willy x reader]

“Guys your age don’t know how to fuck a girl like this do they huh?" I William Nylander (AU) 🖋️⚡️

"Alright, everyone, that’s it for today's session," the lecturer announced to the auditorium, signifying the end of the class and prompting the students to start leaving their seats. Most of them began making their way towards the exit, except for a couple of girls.

"Hey, Professor Nylander?" Angie spoke in a sweet, flirtatious tone as she approached the blonde man at his desk. "I was wondering if there's any chance I could earn some extra credits," she said, fluttering her eyelashes.

"This isn't high school, Miss Turner. Here, you're an adult expected to earn what you deserve through your efforts," Professor Nylander replied, brushing off her not-so-subtle attempts to flirt with him.

"Well, my grades haven't exactly been the greatest. So, I was thinking, if maybe there was anything I could do to have them go up a little? Maybe you could tutor me?" Angie persisted, briefly turning around and offered her friends a wink.

Nylander sighed deeply. Angie had positioned herself half-sitting on his desk, her eyes suggesting a desire for the slightly older man, while her two friends in the background smiled in anticipation of her success.

"Why are you even taking this class, Miss Turner? It seems it's not for the curriculum," Nylander raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a professional ice dancer, duh. My coach thought it might be good for me..." Angie rolled her eyes, clearly not invested in the subject. However, this attitude didn't sit well with the professor.

"Miss, I don’t exactly have the time for tutoring, nor would it be appropriate… you’re on your own," he tried to tell her off with a stern expression, defusing the flirtation she was trying to create.

Because it had no work on him. He had no interest in spending more time than necessary with the student.

No, there was only one of his students he’d spend time with outside of school: you.

And naturally, you’d observed the whole scene from your usual seat.

Glancing up at the professor behind the girls, you briefly caught his look and curved a light smirk on your lips, as you couldn’t help but feel a little good about how desperate the girls were to flirt with him. A man they didn’t seem to have a chance with. And a man you were sleeping with in secret.

So, the girls let the matter drop and walked away from Professor Nylander, past you on the stairs and made their way out of the room.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you packed up your stuff and approached the man by his desk, just like Miss Turner had just done, standing in front of him.

"Oh, professor, can I earn a bit of extra credits?" you mocked her voice in a silly manner, exaggerating batting your eyelashes as she had done, prompting a chuckle from your professor.

"Oh, are you sure you’d be willing to do that, miss y/l/n?" he flashed you a mischievous grin.

“I thought it’d be highly inappropriate, Professor Nylander," you teased further, raising your eyebrows up and down. 

"For everyone else, sure, but in your case..." he said in a low, suggestive tone, leaning against his table while keeping a composed distance. "I can't wait to see how you'd attempt to earn those extra credits."

Despite whispering with a seductive tone, he made an effort to maintain his composure, aware that someone might enter at any moment and discover your clandestine relationship.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to demonstrate later – at your place, perhaps?" you suggested playfully, accompanied by a teasing wink.

"Can't wait..."

And with those words, you then departed the lecture room, purposefully strutting confidence as you walked away, making sure he’d look at your ass.

And of course he did. 

**

"You know, she's actually quite pretty," you remarked softly while enjoying the sushi take-out on the sofa. "Angie Turner, I’d get why you might be tempted."

William Nylander, your professor, regarded you with a curious expression as he joined you, settling in with his own take-out box and chopsticks.

"Why would you say that?" he inquired, prompting you to respond with a gentle smile and a slight shrug.

"Just in case you might want to be sleeping with other students... besides me," you mentioned, shifting your gaze to your sushi.

"What makes you think I’d want to sleep with anyone else?" William chuckled lightly.

“I don’t know… I mean, I don’t know who you sleep with besides me – it’s not exactly something we’ve talked about,” you elaborated with a soft smile.

"Do we need to talk about it? Are there others for you?" he queried, the two of you sitting on his sofa, locking eyes with one another amid the background noise of the TV.

"No," you replied gently, offering a faint smile. "In fact, there's no one else."

"Not even Josh Adams, whom you've been flirting with?" William's gaze momentarily fell to his food as he asked, then returned with a more serious expression.

"What… I haven't been flirting with Josh... and how do you even know about that?"

"I do see you outside the auditorium," he chuckled softly. "Just thought maybe there was something going on between you two, you know, someone closer to your age," he playfully winked while taking a bite of nigiri.

And you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 

"Closer to my age?" you grinned at him. "Well, I suppose he is but... hang on, are you feeling jealous, Willy?"

"What? I'm not jealous..." William chuckled, before taking another bite of sushi.

"Oh, you're totally jealous!" You couldn't help but laugh, finding it amusing that the guy you were sleeping with might be jealous of one of your classmates.

However, William didn't really have any reason to be jealous because you weren't flirting with Josh. Not in the slightest. 

Josh was simply keen on getting your notes for Nylander's class because everyone knew you excelled in your grades. So, he'd put in a lot of effort, trying to charm you into sharing your notes, but it hadn’t really work on you. You believed others should make their own effort instead of taking advantage just because you were rewarded for your hard work.

And it wasn't just because you were sleeping with you professor. No, you were actually interested in the subject.

"I'm not jealous, y/n," William chuckled. "Why would I be? I bet I fuck you better than he ever could..." he said somewhat darkly, finishing his last piece of sushi with a confident smirk.

"Oh, darling, I know you fuck me better than he can," you teased with a mischievous smile, knowing that such a comment would stir something within the man next to you.

"You've slept with him?" he asked, his eyes almost piercing into yours as his smirk slowly faded.

"Only twice, Willy... second semester, and then never again," you tried to offer him a reassuring smile, but it seemed your teasing joke stirred deeper emotions within him, and now he couldn't quite contain what seemed like a bit of jealousy.

"Was he any good?"

His question intrigued you, sensing a slight challenge in his demeanor now that there was a point of comparison. And you knew exactly how to reassure him that there was no real competition between the two, yet you also felt the temptation to play with the little spark you unintentionally ignited in William.

So, setting aside the empty take-out boxes on the coffee table, you smoothly leaned in and seductively whispered in his ear, "He was nothing compared to you... professor."

And that seemed to work wonders on William.

Quickly, he pulled you onto his lap, rising from his seat, lifting you effortlessly as his lips met yours in an eager kiss.

Your fingers instinctively tangled in his blonde hair as he carried you towards the bed, while tongues fiercely entwined, stealing every breath.

William then placed you on your back, lips still connected with yours, while he hovered at the edge of the bed with your legs wrapped around him. It was passionate and intense, saliva mixing as your bodies intertwined.

But then he abruptly pulled away, breaking the kiss by biting down your lower lip, standing upright, and his gaze serious as he looked down at you.

William knew that the 10-year age gap didn't matter much in the context of their purely sexual relationship. However, he was also aware that his additional years of experience could work to his advantage, and he knew precisely how to showcase it.

Firstly, he unbuttoned his shirt swiftly, tossing it aside to reveal his toned chest. Then, he expertly unbuckled his belt, slid down his trousers, and kicked them off to the side as well.

Your gaze followed him intensely, both of you exchanging hungry looks, and you could definitely feel your cunt pounding in anticipation, even though he hadn't even begun yet.

Next, he undid your jeans, skillfully removing them along with your underwear. And with a deft move, he pulled your jumper over your head and unhooked your bra with a simple snap.

And soon, you found yourself completely naked before your professor. As he knelt down, your legs being tossed over his shoulders, and his mouth eagerly delved into your heated area.

"Fuck, Willy, yes," you moaned loudly as he worked his magic mouth, licking up your folds, sucking your clit, and exploring you entrance with his tongue.

William’s mouth wasn't just adept at speaking in class; no, he also had a talent for bringing you to your first orgasm simply by eating you out. And as he held your thighs firmly, the waves of pleasure washed over you, causing you to arch your back and grip his shoulders with your heels.

And your second orgasm was then brought to you by a combination of his skilled mouth and fingers working in tandem. His rough, long fingers curled inside you perfectly, making sure he hit you most sensitive sport every time, as he then pushed you to the edge once more causing you to loudly moan his name, and your mind consumed by a hazy pleasure.

William knew your body so well that he didn't have to think much about making you feel good. He just knew what to do.

"William..." you gasped as he stood and released his hold on you, his large, proud length strained against his boxers, leaving a damp patch of pre-cum.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he praised with a lustful intense glare, almost incapable of restraining himself from fucking you senseless. But he needed to show you just what he could do to you. That no other young boy could.

And as you tried to slowly crawl up the bed to find the pillows to rest on, William forcefully pulled you by your calves and dragged your ass back down to the edge of the bed, your arms coming to extend above your head as your hair was spread messily out on the bed, positioning you with your legs on either side of him.

"Oh, so you think I'm done with you?" he chuckled with a dark tone, and you couldn't help but smirk in return, intrigued as you were. 

Because, obviously, he wasn't finished with you. 

And this time, he wanted to feel himself inside of you. After pulling down his boxers and freeing himself, he held your legs around his waist and pushed forcefully, easily entering you deeply.

"Yes! Willy," you cried out as he completely filled you up, starting to rock his hips hard and deeply, while gripping your thighs tightly.

"Yeah, baby girl, you like it like this?" he breathed out deeply with every thrust. "You're such a good girl for me…"

His praise was like sweet music to your ears, and you couldn't help but release loud sounds with every pound from William, stimulating you entirely as he hit deep inside.

Because under him, you were a total mess, surrendering completely to his touch with every movement, and again feeling another orgasm building up.

"Willy, I can't...!" you almost whined, sensing the climax approaching.

"You can't what, baby? Take me? Oh, I know you can take me!"

In one quick move, William pulled out, flipped you around onto your hands and knees, then with his strong hold, pushed you back and resumed thrusting forcefully. 

And just when you believed he couldn't become more intense and rougher, he proved otherwise.

William fucked you, and he fucked you hard. His skin audibly smacking against yours, as both of you were breathing heavily, the room filled with warmth, sweat, and passionate cries.

It was all incredibly intense and very much overstimulating.

You could hardly articulate a verbal warning. So instead, you simply gave in and reached climax once more, covering his shaft with your juices, as your head fell onto the mattress, feeling your essence trickle down your inner thigh.

William felt immensely satisfied with your response to his work, and he just couldn't resist complimenting himself for his efforts.

“Yeah, baby girl, guys your age don’t know how to fuck a girl like this do they huh? Can’t make you come over and over like I do?”

And no, they truly could not.

Your knees were growing weaker by the second, and there was no way you could endure another intense orgasm brought on by the man behind you. Yet, summoning a bit of strength, you forced yourself onto your elbows once again, earning only a smirk from William at how he had rendered you weak-kneed.

And then his gaze shifted to your bouncing ass as he continued pounding, he felt unable to restrain himself. So, he allowed a few drops of saliva to slip out of his mouth and trickle between your cheeks, where he then positioned his right thumb just above your tight hole, playfully applying a little pressure, which evoked a new, loud moan from your lips.

"Oh god," you murmured, dropping your head in defeat to the overwhelming pleasure once more, as you felt his thumb very gently press your tense muscles. 

And you weren't alone in nearing climax. William too was on the verge of losing himself entirely.

"Baby girl, just give me one more," he demanded with a husky voice. And he did not have to tell you twice.

With his member deeply inside you and his finger teasing your other opening, you unraveled for the fourth time that night, your mind going completely blank and your body trembling beneath you.

"Yes, professor," you gasped out. 

And those words, coupled with your tightening around William's cock, led him to follow suit, as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Releasing a deep grunt, as he expeled all the air from his lungs, and covered your walls entirely with his cum.

The air hung heavy with your labored breaths and the scent of sweat for nearly a minute before either of you could muster the energy to move and disentangle, slowly easing down from your intense high.

It had been a whirlwind of passionate and overwhelming pleasure. Only when William drew you close for a tender and calming embrace did the comfortable silence between you break.

"So, you really don’t sleep with anyone else?" he teased, glancing down at you while you rested your head on his chest and looked up at him.

"How could I ever sleep with anyone else when you fuck me like this?" you responded rhetorically, with a light chuckle.

"I suppose you can't, huh?" you both laughed softly. His question, however, prompted you to shift from your relaxed position. And as you stretched your arm, you now peered down at him.

"What about you? You never mentioned if you were sleeping with anyone else?"

Your tone was gentle, yet William sensed the undertones of seriousness, and he couldn't help but return a soft expression and a slight shake of his head.

"No, baby, you're the only one," he smiled back at you before pulling you into a passionate yet soft kiss.

#thirst week #18+ #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #prof!willy

[inzenial]

quarter quell pt. 1 - finnick odair

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You are a tribute in the Quarter Quell, and you are currently alone in the jungle. You hear a tense movement nearby, and you grab your spear. You hear footsteps and notice another tribute approaching, hands up and a smirk on his face. It's Finnick Odair, District 4's tribute.

You and Finnick go way back, when he helped you win your Hunger Games four years after he had won his, aged 14. On your last night before the Games, you thought there was something between you two that went beyond friendship, as you had shared a kiss. However, since then, you haven't had a chance to see him or talk about those feelings since Finnick got sent to the Capitol.

When Annie got chosen in the Quarter Quell, you couldn't help but volunteer because she had been a close friend to you after your games and you had helped each other during rough times. You avoided Finnick during your stay at the Capitol, only talking to him when necessary, and even then, your voice was very monotone-like.

You had planned to be allies with Katniss and Peeta, but they were gone before you could even approach them in the cornucopia. So, since then, you have been wandering aimlessly in the jungle, trying to find Katniss, as well as avoiding the Career Pack.

He chuckles and comes to a stop at a short distance.

"Honey, put down the spear. I won’t hurt you.”

Finnick says it with an arrogant smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. He has a trident on his back, but he isn’t going to attack.

"And for all I know, you just might." You knew he wouldn't, but you just didn't want to take any chances.

Finnick raises an eyebrow and steps closer. He’s being very casual and relaxed, which is a bit unnerving. He doesn’t seem on edge about the fact that you have a spear and could possibly stab him.

“Are you going to jab me with that, or are you going to put it down?”

"Depends, are you going to kill me if I put it down?" you say, still holding up your spear.

“Oh, darling, don’t be so paranoid. I’m just looking for an ally in the Quarter Quell. And I know you are too.”

He’s being very smug. He’s looking at you with a smirk, unbothered by your weapon. He tilts his head and walks even closer. He raises an eyebrow, wanting to see what you would do.

You think for a while, knowing it's better to make allies rather than go off by yourself, and Finnick is somewhat of a good ally. You lower down your spear.

He doesn’t flinch as you lower your weapon.

"Do you know where Katniss and Peeta are? I saw you with them earlier in the cornucopia, and they left before I could talk to them," you ask, trying to hide the hopelessness in your voice.

Finnick's smirk fades slightly as he considers your question. He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I might know where they went. But what's in it for me if I tell you?"

"I don't know. What do you want?" You replied, slightly annoyed.

Finnick raises an eyebrow, considering your question. "How about a favour?" A small one, nothing too demanding," he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options. Giving in to his request might be the only way to find the people you're looking for.

"Alright," you finally agree, hoping it won't be something too troublesome. "Now, would you tell me where they are?"

Finnick nods, a smirk still on his face. "They're heading towards the beach, going through the jungle to get there."

"Alright, thank you," you say, starting to find your way into the jungle.

"Woah, you think you can just go off on your own? It's dangerous out there," Finnick warns, his mischievous glint replaced with genuine concern.

"I'm sure I can handle it," you reply, rolling your eyes. "I've been through worse,"

"Well, I think I should come along with you, just in case," Finnick suggests, his voice indicating that he won't take no for an answer.

"You can't come with me, Finnick," you insist, your voice edged with frustration. "I work better alone, and I don't need the distraction."

Finnick's expression hardens, and he retorts, "This isn't the time to be stubborn. We both know the dangers that lurk in the arena. I'm not letting you wander off on your own."

"I don't need your protection," you argue, the memories of past victories and losses in the arena fueling your defiance.

"Protection has nothing to do with it," Finnick counters, his tone firm. "I can't risk losing you out here."

"That's a new one," you murmur under your breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Finnick asks, his voice laced with frustration.

"It means that I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me like I'm a child," you snap back, your own frustration boiling over.

"I've survived this long without you; during my games and afterwards, which let me remind you, you promised you would be there to help me through the nightmares," you say, your voice dripping with bitterness.

"But where the hell were you? Nowhere to be found. So thank you, but I handled it then, and I can most certainly handle it now."

You turn away from Finnick as you attempt to collect yourself and push down the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you.

Finnick's expression softens, and he takes a step closer to you. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with regret. "I should have been there for you. I can't change the past, but I can promise you that I'll never leave your side again."

"Whatever, follow me if you want, or don't; I don't really care anymore," you affirm as you start heading deeper into the jungle, hearing Finnick's footsteps behind you. The air hangs heavy with unresolved emotions and the unspoken truth of your intertwined past.

quarter quell pt.2

#imagine #fanfiction #hunger games #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick imagine #finnick odair #quarter quell #thg finnick

[neoballsucker]

YOU RIGHT

Summary : you and your boyfriend haven't had sex in a long time since he's busy working so you decided to do something risky

Pair : boyfriend's brother!hanbin x fem!reader

Warings : SMUT!!,fluff (?), cheating,cum eating,dick sucking,(kinda) manipulation,idk if there's any else

WC : 1.3k

you and your boyfriend were always trying hard to keep your relationship going well , you always hang out , tried new things in bed and it all was going great , you and your boyfriend were dating since college it was really hard after that since your boyfriend was always busy with his job and business trips it was really hard to keep up with eachother , you got to know his brother hanbin , hanbin was really handsome polite and also respectful tall muscular but you never really thought about him in any other situation than your boyfriend's brother he helped you when your boyfriend was out for his job you two were the same age , maybe that's why you two got along really fast , he took you to parties with him , you two hung out together most of the time cause you don’t really have friends neither he does so you two hang out together most of the time , he also had that tattoo under his collarbone he was so gorgeous seriously

“Hey y/n wanna hang out later maybe like watch a movie and drink some wine you know”

“Oh that would be great work has been stressing me out these days seriously “

“Alright bet see you at 8 then”

“Alright cya” and by that your conversation end

Time skips to when you arrive his apartment you wore something not too fancy and not too simple knocking the door gently and quietly you can hear the door unlock

“Ah y/n come on in” you offered a smile and entered the apartment it was clean , also smelled really good as usual,hanbin always made sure everything was clean and smells good that what your boyfriend told you and you can say it was true he was always an organized person even in college , you always used to study with him take notes from him and ask him for his notebooks when you weren't there, he also made sure everything smelled good , his hair his clothes even his books and bags , it quite impressed you

“Come on take a seat” he offers a smile and signs for you to sit on the big couch, you nod and smile back

“I prepared everything but I waited for you so we could choose a movie together” he said walking to the kitchen grabbing the popcorn and the drinks

“If you need anything else just tell me okay?” He asks while setting the things he brought on the table In front of him as you nod and smile, he sits next to you a little bit distance between the two of you , he starts scrolling through the movies

“So what should we watch?” He asks softly

“I have no Idea seriously” you can hear him chuckle as you rub the back of your head

“Let's watch this one then?” It was some Romance movie rom-com or whatever, you nod slightly,he presses on the movie and let go of the remote , you two settle as he grabs a big blanket ,the movie plays , you two get comfortable, you two always cuddle it wasn't that new and the two of you just cuddle eating popcorn , time passes you feel his hands going lower until it cups your ass softly, you decide to ignore it , it turned you on you won't lie but that was your boyfriend’s brother, you're gonna admit that you and your boyfriend haven't make out in a really long time , anything can easily turn you on , but you're trying to stay loyal , it was hard to resist when you can feel his hard member against you , you were already soaking wet and it wasn't helping the way he was holding you like that , even was turning you on , you just wanted to kiss him because why was he so hot right now ? , all you thought was pulling him and kiss him , it was all thoughts until he pulled you closer and captured your lips in a kiss, you didn't resist , you didn't even try you just kissed him back as he squeezes your ass and you cup his cheeks

It was wrong to do that , you know it but what can you do ? You hoped he can do more than kissing , you rub your legs against each other as you were soaking wet , you moan as you feel his lips on your neck as he squeeze your breasts with both hands , it was something you craved for too long and you finally got it , you wanted him to do more but a part of you told you that you should stop him , you chose loyalty after all right?

“Uhm I don't think we should do that hanbin” you say quietly and push him gently

“And why not ? He won't know anything y/n as long as no one knows he won't know , but if you don't want it , that's fine whatever makes you comfortable” you stay quiet for few moments before opening your mouth

“I mean you've got a point” he smiles again and holds your hand

“C'mon let's go somewhere more comfortable or should we stay here?” You assumed he's taking you to his Room so you nod a follow him to his room , he locks the door up and leads you to the bed, and the next thing you know is him thrusting his hips against yours as you moan and cry due to pleasure , the feeling of guilt and pleasure mixed up making tears flow from your eyes as he increases the speed you hold onto his hair tightly as he keeps going

“hanbin please faster” you can barely speak as he keeps going the speed increases more now , as he caresses your breasts playing with the nipples as he squeezes it between his fingers , you moan loudly and your eyes roll back

“You look so pretty I'm glad I did that” he whispers capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss

You were a mess as he keeps thrusting inside of you until you felt yourself near an orgasm

“f-fuck I'm about to cum” you say with a shaky voice , your body shaking beneath him,It wasn't your first time having sex yes but he was definitely the best even better than his brother, your boyfriend or anyone you hooked up with before

“Cum for me princess” his voice was low, he groans as he thrust faster which makes you instantly cum your eyes shut after you cum as you cover your face in embarrassment

He pulls out of you

“B-but you didn't even c-” you said in a shaky voice as he interrupted

“I can't y/n…”

You stayed quiet for a while pressing your lips against each other , you then get up from the bed laying between his legs looking at him asking for Permission he looks at you and nods you take his dick between your hands stroking it as his pre cum drips from his pink flushed tip , you lick the pre cum and shove his dick in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat, his fingers running through your hair as your head bobs up and down , his moans makes you whimper against his dick as you suck his dick faster , his breath was heavy and slow his hair was sticking on his forehead “fuck y/n , gosh you're so good” he whispers under his breathe , you kept sucking his dick for few minutes or more you didn't really care as before you can feel the warm sticky liquid in your mouth you swallow it all without hasitainting , he was sweet he tasted sweet, his lips his dick even his cum , he sighs and pulls his dick out of your mouth as you swallow the rest

“Let's clean up this mess” he smiles and holds your hands to help you stand up and walks you to the bathroom showering then cleaning up the mess in his room and continued the night as if nothing happened sleeping while cuddling

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[buckys-black-dress]

heaven won't be the same

a/n: hello!!!!! i know it's been, like, a really really long time since i've written for you guys. depression + nursing school = even worse depression. anyways, here's something that i wrote to just kinda get me back into the groove of writing. enjoy!

wc: 5.7k words

warnings: NONE. she's chill today.

[ bucky barnes x nurse!fem!reader ]

-

Is this is the right place?

Looks like it. Just knock. What's the worst that could happen?

Your hand lifts, albeit hesitantly, and raps against the wooden door.

You wait a moment before you hear shuffling on the other side, and then the lock turning and the door opens.

The blond who opens it stares at you, searching for some sort of recognition in your eyes, but comes up a bit short.

"Can I help you?" He asks slowly, clearly confused.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I can't remember which one of you I spoke with, I think his name was Sam. But I'm here to look at the room you guys are renting?" You ask gently, maybe you were in the wrong place.

"Oh! You're Y/N! Yes, yeah, I know who you are, come in." Recognition dawns on the blue-eyed boy's face. "By the way, I'm Steve. I don't know how much Sam has told you about us but I wasn't expecting a girl to want to live with three guys." He chuckles and you return the laugh.

"Yeah, I mean I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought I'd get murdered by you guys or something, but Sam made it very clear that you're all very nice people and won't watch me while I sleep." You reply with a small smile.

Steve looks at you in silence.

"Just kidding!" You let out a laugh. "But my mom was a bit worried about me living with three men, but I convinced her nothing bad was going to happen. I hope."

"Hey, seriously though, we wouldn't want to make you feel unsafe. I know being a woman in this day and age in New York can be... less than pleasant. We're big on respect here at 6A." He flashes you a smile that for sure has made a girl weak in the knees before.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that. I mean I know you guys probably weren't expecting a girl as your fourth roommate, so I'm just happy to find space where I can."

"I mean, hey, it's not what we were expecting, but we're not picky people." Steve shrugs. "Wanna take a look at your room? Then we can go from there and get your stuff moved in."

"Sure, sounds great!"

He leads you down the hallway and opens a door, revealing the room you saw on the listing.

After chattering about the room and how they were excited to have you live with them, he takes you back to main living area to wrap up any other loose ends.

"Alright, so like I said we do have two bathrooms so you might have to share with Bucky, since his room is also on that side of the apartment but that shouldn't be a problem. And also, I can help move in your things if you don't wanna go through the hassle of getting moving guys and all that."

"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, I don't mind at all-"

"Hey, no worries, I'm happy to help." Steve smiles and you nod in response.

"Thanks. I didn't know I'd be getting such a deal moving in with you guys." You laugh.

"I'm just happy to help. I'm sure Sam and Buck can also help since they'll be around later tonight."

-

And so it began.

All of your boxes were in the rented U-Haul at the front of your new home. You text Steve to let him know you're downstairs, and a feeling sits in your gut.

You were nervous to live with three random stranger men. Granted, Sam and Steve were both so nice, and you really are getting a great deal with this apartment, being so close to your work and all.

"Hey Y/N! Let's get this show on the road." Steve comes outside, guns blazing, (literally, have you seen his biceps?), and ready to work.

It only takes an hour or so to get all your things inside, and Sam was waiting inside to take things directly to your new room. Although you still haven't met Bucky, you knew it couldn't be too bad. Steve and Sam were angels.

-

The first time you met Bucky was when he returned from his shift. He worked as a bartender. He had odd hours and often didn't come back until 3 AM most nights that he worked.

Hence, the reason why he was confused when he saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

"Hey... who are you?" He asked, dropping his keys into the bowl next to the door.

"Oh!" Your head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting "Steve mentioned that you worked weird hours. I'm Y/N." You extend your hand to him. "I'm the new roommate. I hope they told you about me." You huff out a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be completely weirded out by you.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally missed that you were moving in today. Don't worry, they did mention you." He returned your smile while shaking your hand.

His large, callused hand engulfing yours made your heart pound in your chest. Jesus. Are all the guys who live here male models? What the hell?

"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I'm gonna head to bed, work totally got me shot. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, yes. I'm usually out the door by 6:30 by the latest, so I'll catch you if you're up." You smile.

"6:30 in the morning? Yeah, no chance I'll see you then but you'll catch me before my shift. I forgot, Sam did mention you were a nurse."

"For sure, I also have the next day off so that'll probably be a bit more realistic."

"How about we go get breakfast that day? On me, consider it a welcome-to-the-apartment gift from me." Bucky's grin spreads across his face, and you can't help notice just how handsome he is.

"Deal, Bucky. Good night."

-

After you both got over the initial awkwardness, you and Bucky became the most unlikely pair. Sharing a bathroom was breeze, your schedules aligned perfectly some days, meaning that the two of you spent most of your free time together.

It was a strange feeling. You loved becoming friends with Bucky. He was so easy to talk to, and understood you better than most others. It was so natural and easy with him, like you'd known him forever.

But another part of you was falling for him, and you knew it. You chose to ignore it, deciding that it was silly and that you just liked him as a friend. A best friend, perhaps.

At times, he did little things that made you think otherwise, though.

The cuddling during movie nights. The 'I got this for you because it made me think of you's. It was something that ate at you daily.

You two practically did everything together. In a way, it was like being in a relationship, but with no pressure. No expectations. Just two people, hanging out and being there for the other. It meant nothing (but everything, at the same time.)

He was always there for you. After a hard shift, you came home and sat quietly while you talked about whatever it was that bothered you. And after his shifts at the bar, he did the same.

It was almost too easy, the way you two could fall into a rhythms so easily. It was so nice to have someone to have around after moving into a new place. You two clicked effortlessly, it seemed.

And of course, they don't call it falling in love for nothing.

-

Tonight, you had a night shift, which meant you went to bed all day until about 4 PM and then proceeded to get ready for your evening at the hospital.

You were in the bathroom washing your face and braiding your hair back, then pulling on your under-scrub top.

The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Bucky.

He's dressed head to toe in black; a tight t-shirt that looks like it's a size too small, black jeans, black leather boots, and finally, a leather jacket thrown over his arm.

"I hate when you have the night shift. I'm so lonely during the day, and of course you have it on my one night off." He whines, and you shoot him a look through the mirror.

"Well, I wouldn't have taken the night shift but they were offering extra pay since no one wanted to cover. Sorry, honey." You turn around and pat his chest to move him out of the doorway, an exaggerated pout on your face.

Fuck me, those eyes, Bucky thinks to himself at the gesture.

Your touch sent a flutter of butterflies against his stomach, making him move out of your way so you could pull on your socks and gather your things into your bag.

"Where are you all dressed up for on your night off then?" You ask out loud while stuffing your arms through your fleece jacket.

"I- uh, funny story, actually." He laughs out a cough, "I have a date." He presses his lips together.

"Oh. A date." You stop what you were doing, back turned to him.

You can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head, but you can't turn to face him right now. Snapping out your thoughts, you continue gathering your things.

"Yeah, this girl at the bar, she works as a waitress actually. She asked for my number, and well one thing led to another and-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Buck. I'm happy for you. Have a great date, I have to run. Good luck." You muster the best smile you can in that moment and practically run out of your room.

"Wait, are you okay?" He asks in a rush, following close behind you.

"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? I have to get to work." You were almost an hour early. You stop to fill your water bottle from the fridge and make your escape. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You yell from the hallway before the door shuts, the slam resounding through the emptiness.

The moment of silence in the elevator gets you lost in your thoughts for a minute.

A date.

With a girl who works at the bar.

You don't know why this is hurting your chest so terribly. The thought of Bucky, your closest friend, going on a date, tugs at something.

Whatever happens, you know you can't say anything. It's not your place. You just have to let it run its course, whether it goes in a good direction or not. You have to just do your best to be happy for Bucky.

-

Meanwhile, back at the apartment;

"Did Y/N leave for work already?" Steve asks, coming out of his room.

"Yeah, she basically ran out even though her shift isn't til seven." Bucky's brows are furrowed, still standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about how you practically raced to get away from him.

"Why'd she leave so early?" Steve asks in confusion, eyes flashing to the oven, seeing the digital clock flashing 5:56 PM. "It only takes her like 20 minutes to get there."

While discussing, Sam pops out of his own bedroom, listening in on the conversation between the two.

"I don't know, we were just talking about plans tonight and she got really weird, all of a sudden. She grabbed all her stuff for her shift and just bolted." Bucky was incredibly confused, and it was clear in his tone and facial expression.

He looked like a lost puppy.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Sam asks, wondering what was bothering you. Maybe it was something Bucky said?

"I was just hanging out in her room while she was getting ready, and then she asked what I was dressed for and I told her about that girl, Christina, the one from the bar that asked for my number and asked to go on a date. Then she basically ran." Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what even happened, she even said I 'don't have to explain myself to her,' and that she had to leave."

Steve and Sam shoot a look between each other, the latter breathing out a deep sigh.

"What? What's that sigh?" Bucky asks.

"Nothing, Buck. Have you thought that maybe the date was what was bothering her? You two spend a lot of time together, and maybe she feels a little... blindsided by this date." Steve reasons.

"What? Why would she feel blindsided? I tell her everything. She tells me everything. That's just how we are." Bucky responds with a shake of the head, hands flailing in the air.

"But what about her? Does she tell you about the dates she goes on?" Sam asks, and Bucky's brows furrow.

"What dates? She goes on dates? With who?"

Another look shared between Steve and Sam.

"See, maybe she doesn't go on dates. I really don't know. But that reaction is why she felt hurt by you telling her about you going on a date." Steve explains.

Bucky's lost.

"She has feelings for you, Buck. She has feelings and she's hurt that you're going on a date because she never goes on dates, and now she's realizing that she's going to get left behind in the dust when you meet another girl." Sam supplies.

Now Bucky's even more lost.

"But... why wouldn't she tell me she has feelings for me? She's never even indicated that there was anything she felt for me more than friends do." He explains, now wracking his brain for every single interaction you two have had.

"Listen... we don't know what goes on when you guys are alone. But what I do know is that you guys spend a lot of time together, and I think you guys both have some... unspoken feelings for each other."

Bucky stands there, contemplating what this meant. What was he saying? That he should come clean to you about his feelings for you? That going on this date tonight would be a mistake?

Fuck, the date.

"Listen, I gotta go. My date's expecting me." Bucky quickly dismisses the entire conversation, putting him arms through the arms of his leather jacket before heading out the door.

Another sigh was shared between the two men left behind in the apartment.

-

There were pros and cons to working the night shift.

Pros included that it was calm, most of the time. Nights meant time to catch up on charting and paperwork while patients slept, checking in on them when needed.

Cons included the fact that one of the major thoughts blaring in your mind was 'WHILE YOU'RE SITTING HERE MEASURING THIS PATIENT'S OUTPUT, BUCKY IS ON A DATE WITH A SUPER HOT GIRL FROM HIS WORK!!!'

It sucked.

You wished you could shut it off. Of course, you always had to make sure you were giving your patients the best care possible, but your mind was plagued.

Would you ever tell him how you felt? Could you ever take that risk? The thought of even telling him, let alone being rejected, makes you sick to your stomach.

He would never speak to you again. It would be weird between you two, and then it would be weird between everyone in the apartment, and you would never be able to show your face again and would have to move out. There’s no other feasible option.

Unless…

Unless Bucky liked you back.

But you don’t even let your mind wander there, because you couldn’t even stomach the thought of not being around them. They were your family, the people you spent the most time with, the ones you could always count on when you had a rough day or needed a shoulder to lean on. Especially Bucky.

You simply couldn’t lose them.

And so, your night shift went on and the world still spun, even with your feelings buried deep in your chest.

-

When you walked into your apartment at 7:30 AM, there were some things you noticed that weren’t there when you had left.

First, it was the pretty black kitten heels by the door that certainly weren’t yours.

Then, for example, a cute leather purse hanging from a barstool by the kitchen island that wasn’t yours.

You put two and two together, and despite the harsh clench of your chest, you decided you were too tired to even think about all this right now. You just needed to take a shower and go straight to bed.

After staying true to your words, you had just shut the door to the bathroom when you heard it open again. Then, the water running from the tap, and then you see the handle of your door turning.

Immediately, you throw yourself under your covers and act like you had already been asleep. You simply couldn’t face Bucky right now. Not after knowing that he brought that girl home, and not after she was probably still in his bed. That was just too far for you.

With your face away from the door, you try and make your breaths as even as possible, hearing the door click open.

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you weren’t giving yourself away. You needed sleep before dealing with this.

Once you hear the door shut, you let out a big breath, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. And with that breath, you allow your eyes to only well with tears, but not letting them fall.

-

You woke again at 3 PM, but with knowing you had the next day off you weren’t in any rush to start your day. You didn't even want to move. You felt as though you got hit by a bus, between the racing thoughts about... well you know who they were about; and then piled on with the unexpected code in the middle of your shift, it was not a peaceful night.

You got your much needed rest, but you were in no mood to face Bucky right now.

But alas, your stomach spoke (rather growled violently), and you had to eat something before your stomach folded in on itself.

As you crack the door open to inspect the hall, you see that Bucky's door is closed but you hear noises from the direction of the living room.

You weigh your options.

Go out and make yourself something to eat and possibly face Bucky.

Starve.

Although the latter was looking like a great option, another whoosh from your stomach made you man up and step out of the room.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at who was in the apartment, eyes dead-set on the pasta sauce you knew was in the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N! How was the night shift?" Sam's chirpy question came from the couch.

"It was alright, had a code but he pulled through. What did you two get up to last night?" You ask, seeing that Steve and Bucky were sitting on the couch opposite to Sam.

You couldn't even look him in the eye, while you knew he was watching you.

"Not much, just had a few beers and chilled til Buck got back, caused quite the ruckus." Sam lets out a laugh, but the words pierced through your heart as you pour the pasta into the boiling pot of water you'd set on the stove.

"Oh, nice." You reply, albeit shortly. You didn't know what to say. But of course, your mouth runs farther ahead than your brain. "How was that date, Bucky?"

You didn't care how the date was. You know she came back here, and you had absolutely zero interest in finding out what they did together. You couldn't handle hearing him tell you about it.

"It was... it was good. She came back here after." Was all he said. He looked at you with those wide, crazy eyes. You wanted to crumble under his gaze, but instead you just turned around to focus on your food.

"Nice. Great. I'm glad it went well for you." You said, not facing him.

The three boys give each other a look, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

Another loud growl from your stomach.

Fuck.

You check and the pasta is cooked. You drain it, pour your sauce and cheese, and practically sprint back to your room with a resounding click of your door through the apartment. Dishes be damned.

-

Outside, breaths were still held.

"Jesus, Sam. Could you have made it sound worse than it was?" Bucky grits through his teeth, pushing his shoulder aggressively.

"Well, you did bring her back here. Did I misspeak?" He responds.

"No, but we just hung out! Nothing even happened! Why is this even so awkward between us? It's not a crime if I did sleep with her." Bucky defends, but is confused about this situation.

"Well, it wouldn't be a crime, but it sure wouldn't be a good thing that you slept with someone else when you clearly have feelings for her!" Steve chimes in as quietly as possible.

-

You feel so stupid.

The urge hits you like a truck.

Should you also be going on dates? What was it that was so deeply holding you back from doing what Bucky's doing?

You could make all the excuses you want; busy with work, too tired, and that you were happy with your friendships and current relationships, even if they were all platonic.

But that was all before, when you thought Bucky felt the same.

You thought that he was also happy with the way you two were. Doing all the things people in relationships do, but not speaking out about those deeply-buried feelings. And that was enough. You didn't need someone to tell you they loved you as more than a friend, you didn't need that yearning feeling to be filled.

It was all bullshit, anyways. Right?

Right?

Right.

He could date people and have a girlfriend that he could do all those things with.

It didn't matter.

Because apparently, you weren't that person to him.

So you would just have to accept that and move on with your life.

Alone.

Again.

-

"Again with these damn feelings! You two don't even know your heads from your asses, and you wanna tell me about how my feelings!" Bucky scrambles for words. He feels hot and uncomfortable all over, all the while trying to not raise his voice.

"Bucky! You felt that tension in here? Right? That was because she had a problem! And it could all easily fixed if you just said, 'Hey, I know this is crazy, but I like you! And I didn't sleep with anyone else because of that!' Huh? How 'bout that?" Sam suggests, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

"Yeah, and what if she laughs in my face? What if that's totally not the case?!" Bucky responds.

"Buck, I think you just need to trust us on this one. She likes you and you like her. I don't know what else to tell you to make you understand." Steve finally sighs and drops his shoulders, over this whole conversation.

"Listen, she has tomorrow off. If you two end up hanging out, you need to say something. The tension is just too much." Sam just sighs and turns the TV on, preemptively ending the conversation.

Bucky just went into his room, placed his headphones over his head, and spent some time alone to think.

Let's think rationally.

You went on a date, and you didn't sleep with her.

What Bucky was coming to realize, is that there was a reason he didn't sleep with her.

He just couldn't.

It felt wrong, like he knew that there was a reason why he couldn't do it, subconsciously.

And he fully went into the date wanting to sleep with her. That was his goal. But he knew that if he did, it would be the point of no return. For some reason, he just felt it in his gut.

Realistically, even if I slept with her, I probably would've been sick with myself. I couldn't even face her after that.

But why?

Because you like her, you absolute moron.

He thinks of all the moments shared between you two. The stares, the cuddling, the innocent touches that drove him insane. All of those things added up in his mind to become one big jumble of feelings and now his brain felt like it was going to burst from how much this was all hitting him at once.

He springs off his bed.

Before he even turns the corner into the living room, words are spilling out of his mouth.

"You know what, maybe subconsciously even my body knew not to sleep with her, but even then how could I know for sure she likes me?-"

But there you are, sitting between Steve and Sam, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, gazing up at him in shock.

Clearly, you three were in the middle of something.

"You didn't sleep with her?" Your voice is meek at the question.

"No. I couldn't do it." He says, like it was obvious.

"Why not?" You fire back.

"I- I just... can we not do this out here? Please?" Bucky practically begs. He can't confess his deep and utter devotion to you in front of his two best friends. They'd never let him live it down.

"Come with me." Bucky runs into his room, throwing you a hoodie of his that he knew you were partial to, and then slid on his own jacket. Shoes are stuffed onto his feet, and he sees you doing the same, but your eyes never leave his figure in confusion.

The keys are grabbed from the bowl, and the door swings open while he holds it open for you.

Before Bucky lets the door shut, he gives Sam and Steve a final look; meanwhile the two are jumping up and down and pumping their fists in the air silently. It was almost comical.

"Where are we going?" Your voice from behind him startles him a bit, forgetting what he was even supposed to be doing.

"Just- put this on, honey." He hands you his spare motorcycle helmet, and you almost want to protest, but you wanted to see where this was going.

So you comply and hold onto him for dear life while he weaves in and out of traffic.

He stops, finally, in front of the place you know Bucky always comes to when he has too much on his mind.

It's a wide expanse of the city, a rooftop that he somehow had access to; and you weren't sure what you were doing here.

"What are we doing here?" You don't even let your mind think about what he was here to tell you.

Was he here to break the news to you that he was seeing this girl?

But you still couldn't figure out why he would bring you here to tell you that, and why he hadn't slept with her last night. Did she mean more to him than he let on? Is that why he wanted to wait to sleep with her?

The thought sends you heart sinking into your stomach.

"I have something I need to tell you." Bucky pauses and gazes so deeply into your eyes, something swimming in his blue irises, but you couldn't tell what. That was what scared you the most.

"I... I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been feeling as of late. And I can't keep... keep being dishonest to myself and you, Y/N."

Tears were welling against your lashline, begging to be released at his words.

This was it. It’s all about to be over for good.

He approaches closer, hands coming to your jawline; his hold so delicate and soft that it makes you even more upset.

"Y/N... You are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine sharing any part of my life without you. You're the only person I want to see when I have something on my mind, I yearn for your touch when you aren't there, and lately, I've been confused as hell trying to understand why." His soft voice makes you weak in the knees.

Cue more tears.

"I just... I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. And I'm sorry I went on that date... I'm sorry for a lot of things."

"Can I ask you something?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, honey."

"Why didn't you sleep with her?"

The weight of the question sits heavily in the air, and Bucky's features soften a smidge.

"I couldn't do it. I tried to get myself into it, into her. Both figuratively and literally." He laughs at his own joke, "but no part of me wanted to spend time with her over you. All I could think about was you. The entire date, I was thinking about what you were doing. What you were thinking about. You're all that takes up my mind these days. It kills me, not being around you when you're gone. I wish I could express to you how much I love you, but there aren't any words that could explain the extent of my feelings for you, Y/N. All I can really say is that I love you. You're my best friend. I can't think of anyone else who has the same effect on me that you have."

All you can think of you when you hear those words is the pounding in your chest and the fluttering in your lungs.

A wet, snotty smile crosses your face and you let out a garbled laugh.

"You love me?" Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, fingers grasping onto them.

"For as long as I can remember, honey. You're everything to me. The stars, the moon, the sky. It's all you." He returns the same smile, large thumbs caressing under your eyes to swipe at the fallen tears at his admission. "Do you love me?"

The way he asks you the question makes it sound so minuscule, so minute and almost childish, because you think he knows the answer.

"I do. I love you so much that I can't even think properly when I'm around you, Bucky. You take up every inch of my heart and my mind. I love you." You confess, the words spilling out of you like they belonged to him.

The grin that stretches across his cheeks is almost unreal, like a cartoon character. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes at your words.

The kiss that he molds upon your lips with his own steals all the air out of your lungs, and while one of your hands threads through his soft locks at the nape of his neck and your eyes fall shut, the other slides down to his chest, resting right over his heart.

You feel it against your palm and fingers, the pounding of the organ at the feeling of finally kissing you.

You wish he could feel yours, equally as loud and obvious.

His own hands are cradling your cheeks ever so gently, but the way he's kissing you is anything but. It was full of want, need, yearning. Everything you’ve been waiting for for months, finally being released in this moment.

When he finally pulls away for air, your eyes remain closed. You never wanted this moment to end, and if you opened your eyes now, you're afraid you'll wake and this will all be a cruel dream.

"Let me see those eyes, sweetheart." He mumbles and you can almost feel the words against your lips.

When your eyes peel open again almost drowsily, Bucky's smile is all you see. His nose is still brushing against yours, and you feel weak in the knees all over again at the proximity.

"I love you. And you love me. You know what that means?" He says.

"What?" Is all you can muster to reply at the moment.

"It means I owe those two bozos at home an apology and a beer, probably."

The laugh that escapes you lights him up inside, the sound being his favorite thing in the world. If he could make you laugh forever, he'd die a happy man.

"They knew this whole time, y'know? They actually confronted me about it. I didn't even tell them first. I guess I was just that obvious." You laugh at the memory, Bucky fondly smiling.

"I expect nothing less from them. You should've seen Sam before I left last night. Acting like he was your dad or something." Bucky's large arms come to wrap around you, holding you against his body.

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna be on side of Sam's attitude. I'm glad you made it out alive." You giggle once more, arms looping around his neck.

"Now when we go back I'm gonna have to face the 'I told you so's' from them. Kill me now." He rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Well, if they kill you now, you wouldn't be able to take me out to dinner tomorrow night." You tell him coyly, like the idea was already put in place.

"Huh, seems like you're right, honey. Couldn't leave my one and only girl hanging."

Bucky finally releases you from his hold- not that you wanted to be released of it- and walks towards the stairwell to head back down.

"C'mon. We've got a movie and ice cream waiting for us at home, sweetheart." He holds out his hand, and you don't hesitate to leap forward and grab it in your own.

"Let's go, Buck. I have lots to tell you about my shift last night."

"Oh, I'm sure the night shift was just riveting." He laughs as he leads you down the steps.

"Yeah, well all I could really think about was you being on a date with that girl, so yeah, maybe not the most pleasant time to have all night to yourself." You scoff.

"Well, you're never gonna have to worry about that again, will you?" He steals another peck from your lips, the blush creeping across your face at the gesture.

"I suppose not, no."

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fin.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes one shot #mimimi hey guys sorry it's been literally like a decade since i've posted real content but HERE SHE IS !!!

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Hey!! I know your not taking requests right now but I had a great idea for an imagine with Nolan Moyle and your writing is amazing so I thought you would do a great job when your ready! Imagine being blanks sister and it’s your first year at umich (either your first year or you transferred over) and blanks tells Nolan to watch out for you, the two of you end up getting closer and eventually catch feelings, but Nolan feels uncomfortable about it because your blanks little sister! Eventually you start dating and blanks accepts it!

Like imagine Nolan saying “you think I wanted to fall for my best friends sister” in the middle of a fight about wanting to be together!

No rush just wanted to send it in! Thanks girl 🤍🤍

uh oh - nolan moyle

word count: 7.0k words

note: its! finally! here! just a warning that this includes a semi-toxic age gap relationship (she's a freshman) so if that makes you uncomfortable, dni! also.. loosely based on uh oh by tate mcrae

"Y/n Blankenburg" You spin around with a big smile on your face at the familiar voice.

"Grano, fancy seeing you here" You were at one of the first frat parties of the year, it was packed full of people and you hadn't even thought about reaching out to any of your brother's friends to see if they'd be here tonight.

"Why the hell haven't you been around the house yet? You know you're always welcome there"

"I would rather die before stepping foot in that house" You grimace at the reminder of the very few glimpses you've had into that house while your brother lived there.

"Fair enough" Grano shrugged. "Look, I've gotta go find the guys but don't be a stranger, alright?" You nodded, giving him a quick hug before moving on, pushing past him and heading further into the party.

...

It had been a month of going to random parties, meeting new friends, catching up with most of the guys you knew on the hockey team, all while trying to stay on top of your classes.

You were honestly proud of yourself for being so organized because after everything Nick told you about how overwhelming his first couple weeks of college was, you truly were preparing for the worst.

However, that was what you worried about during the week and since it was finally Friday night, classes were the last thing on your mind. A new weekend brought new parties and tonight was being held at none other than the senior hockey house.

It was some sort of season kickoff thing; you weren’t too sure, one of the guys had told you about it the other day and insisted you come so it wasn’t like you were going to turn that down.

As soon as you step into the house, there’s an arm being thrown around your shoulder. “Glad you could make it”

You look up to see Johnny grinning down at you which makes you smile back. Johnny was one of the guys on the team that you’d become friends with. Him, Luke, and Luca were all in your business class and since you knew Luke from seeing him a few times last year when you came to visit your brother, he immediately called you over to sit with them, claiming that if you were even half as smart as Nick that you’d be a great addition to their little group. 

“You think I’d miss it?” Johnny laughed, shaking his head a little, tightening his arm to pull you the slightest bit closer.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink” You let him walk you through the party, making your way to the kitchen which was just as packed as the rest of the house. You recognized a few of the guys in the kitchen but didn’t know them well enough to start a conversation so you stayed in your spot next to Johnny, letting him pour whatever it is he was making for you. 

“Y/n!” Luke spotted you and his loud voice stole the attention of all his teammates who you could now feel their eyes on you. Luke pulled you into his side, giving you a half-assed hug before explaining to the guys that you were Nick’s sister. You fell into an easy conversation with the group, more often just listening to them talk but you didn't mind. None of your friends could come tonight so really, you were hoping that either Luke, Johnny, or Luca would let you hang around them anyways.

As the night went on, you stayed close to Luke or Johnny, never really leaving their side. Your group mostly stayed in the kitchen, some breaking off to go play beer pong but they were always replaced by other teammates. Your drink was kept full by the guys which you definitely weren't complaining about, not even after Dylan challenged you to go shot for shot with him; you had to tap out after five but it was a valiant effort.

You stumbled through to the living room in search of the bathroom, pushing through the crowd of people. You turn the wrong way, ending up in an even more congested area of the room. Suddenly, you feel a big body colliding with your back, sending you flying forwards without enough time to brace yourself.

You're mentally preparing for impact when someone grabs you, their hands wrapping around your arms, holding you up and practically against their chest.

"You good?" Your head is still spinning a bit from the sudden jostling mixed with all the alcohol that's currently circulating your body but when you look up to see Nolan, it all seems to stop.

"Yeah" Your head felt cloudy and- woah they're playing your favourite song. "Dance with me" You shake out of his hold and reach for his hand instead, pulling him into the crowd of people dancing.

"I don't want to dance, I was going to get a drink" Nolan complained, talking close to your ear so that you could hear him over the music.

"Here" You thrust your half empty white claw into his hand and watch him make a face before tilting it up to take a sip. "Now dance"

You didn't wait for a response, spinning around and holding his hand before placing it on your waist, forcing him to dance with you. He lasted longer than you'd initially guessed, dancing haphazardly to the first song, mostly just swaying with you while he drained the rest of your drink. Over the next few songs, Nolan got more and more into it until eventually, you were plastered to his front, practically grinding against him to whatever song was playing.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” His voice was rough and the way his fingers tightened on your waist made you lightheaded.

“Nolan-” You sigh, turning around to face him.

“What?” There was panic in his eyes as they searched your face, terrified that he took it a step too far. 

“This is your house” You say which makes him look around, apparently just now remembering that you were indeed standing in the middle of his living room.

“Shit” He smiles, laughing at himself a little and you shake your head.

“We can go to mine? My roommate is staying at her boyfriend’s tonight”

“Yeah... yeah let’s go” He led you to the door, not even bothering saying goodbye to anyone. He ordered an uber, not exactly wanting to walk across campus at this point which you didn't mind. It got there quickly and before you knew it, you were in the back of the car, trying to keep some sort of space between you two out of respect for the poor middle-aged woman driving you.

Nolan however, didn't provide that courtesy and was desperately grabbing at you, trying to get as much physical contact as possible. After a couple minutes of gently pushing his hands away, you gave in, letting him

As soon as you were out of the car, Nolan was practically on you, holding you close and not letting you break the kiss, even as you tried to open the door to your building. Eventually, you break away with a giggle and twist around to focus on getting the code in right. Nolan made himself busy peppering kisses all over your neck.

Getting up to your dorm was another challenge but you finally made it, opening the door and pushing Nolan in gently, kicking the door closed behind you.

"Wait-" Nolan breaks away from you, it was like reality had just set in as soon as you got past the door.

"What?" You were trying not to sound too annoyed but he was really killing the mood.

"I can't do this Y/n" He finally makes eye contact with you and you mumble out a soft 'why'.

"You're basically a child" Nolan said slowly while gently pushing you away from him.

"I'm 18" You argued back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. "I am not a child"

"We're literally in a dorm room right now" Nolan laughed dryly and you huffed, backing down from him.

"So it wasn't a problem until we got back to my dorm? That's stupid, Nolan... even for you" He pauses, shooting you a quick glare before refocusing.

"Your brother told me to keep an eye out for you, to make sure you don't get in trouble" He knew better than to get involved with his best friend's younger sister but then he looked at you and all common sense flew out the window.

"Then don't get me into trouble" Nolan can't hold back his smile at that which makes you grin. "Nick isn't my dad, he doesn't really get a say in what I do"

"But-"

"You can stay or go, I don't care Nolan. Just make a decision" You sighed, slipping past him to open the door. You get it an inch open before his hand reaches above you, pushing the door closed. You spin around, suddenly trapped between him and the door to find him grinning down at you.

"You're crazy if you think I'm leaving" He smirked, grabbing your waist and pulling you over to the bed. There was definitely no turning back now.

...

"So... you and Moyle huh? What does Blanks think of that"

You looked from him to your prof who was still lecturing at the front of the class, then back to Luke who was still waiting for your answer.

"Nick doesn't think anything of it because he doesn't know anything" You answer quietly, still trying to keep up with the lecture.

"Wait- your brother doesn't know? Isn't he Moyle's best friend?" Johnny leaned over from the other side of Luke, joining in on the conversation.

"There's nothing to know"

"Other than the fact that you're hooking up with his bestie" Luke pointed out and Johnny snickered.

"Guys" Luca warned and you smiled gratefully at him.

"Hey, we just want to know the gossip" Johnny held up his hands in defence and you rolled your eyes.

"Pay attention" You mumble, facing forward.

...

"How's school? Have you gotten lost yet? Do you ever see the guys?" Nick's daily phone call usually consisted of the same questions even though the answers were typical the same every time he asked.

"Its fine, no I haven't, and yeah I’ve seen most of them. Some of the freshmen are in my business class" You decided that a vague answer was the safest bet. Nick was barely paying attention, it looked like he was busy cooking something while his phone was propped up on the counter.

"You haven't seen Nolan?" Nick asked which made you look up from your notebook. You had specifically avoided naming names in order to avoid hun asking about Nolan but really, you should’ve known better.

"Uh no not really. Luca wants me to go to their game tonight so I guess I'll see him then" You watch Nick’s face carefully, trying to gauge if he bought your lie or not.

"Luca...?" You could tell he was trying to place the name but he couldn't quite get it.

"Luca Fantilli" You had to explain that Luca was one of the boys from the team who was in your class as well as one of the freshmen on the hockey team.

"You're not allowed to date anyone on that team Y/n/n" Nick deadpanned.

“I don’t want to date him Nicholas, relax”

“Him or anyone else” Nick reminded as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I should go, I have to study a bit before I go to the game” 

“Yeah for sure, hey if you see Nolan tonight, tell him to answer my texts” His voice is light but his words are what hit you.

“You haven’t talked to him?” Nolan had been dodging Nick’s texts; the boys had been attached at the hip for the past four years, even when Nick came home on school breaks, he was always facetiming or texting Nolan.

“Not since last week. Not a big deal, just let him know, okay?” Was it just a coincidence that Nick hadn't heard from his best friend since before you hooked up? You sure hoped so.

“Yeah sure” Nick said goodbye and hung up quickly, leaving you to overthink the situation you’d gotten yourself into instead of doing your homework. By the time you had to leave for the game, you were a mess.

...

The game was fine, an easy win against BU and before you knew it, you were at Skeeps with the guys to celebrate. You had been keeping your distance from Nolan, not on purpose but it just so happened that Luca and Truss were at the table furthest from the seniors. 

You hadn’t realized you were staring at him until Luca leaned over, knocking his shoulder into your own. 

“Go over there” You looked at your friend who was smiling encouragingly at you. Luca was sweet, he hadn’t given you nearly as much shit about your situation as Luke and Johnny had. If anything he seemed to be in support of it.

“There’s too many people” You were still trying to be cautious around the team, knowing a lot of them talked to your brother regularly so it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Just go Y/n” You sighed, you really did have to go talk to Nolan and while you were originally planning on talking to him on the way home, it didn’t seem like he was leaving anytime soon.

You know you’re overthinking it, none of the guys here would look twice if you went to talk to Nolan, he is your brother’s best friend after all.

“Y/n!” Grano yells when you approach their table and it makes you laugh, Nolan’s head turns at that and he subtly moves to the side to make room for you to step up to the table.

“You okay?” He bends down so that you can hear him and you nod, looking back to the other guys at the table who are too busy watching something happen over the ledge on the lower level of the bar.

“I talked to Nick today” You tell him, watching him carefully to gauge his reaction. Nolan just nods, waiting for you to continue. "He said he hasn't heard from you in a bit"

"Oh yeah I guess" He shrugged.

"Are you ignoring him because of me?" You ask, a little scared to hear his answer.

"I'm not ignoring him"

"Nolan" You chide, not believing him.

"Y/n" He mocks you right back, "I just haven't answered him in a bit, I'm not ignoring him"

"Okay" You were going to head back to your seat next to Luca when Nolan shifted to stand right behind you in order to let Steve pass by. You froze, looking down at where Nolan's hands rested on the table on either side of you.

"Going home soon?" You can practically feel Nolan's lips brushing against your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Mhm, just waiting for Luca to be ready" You twisted your head as much as you could so that you could look at him while he stayed in his spot behind you.

"Luca?"

"Yeah he's gonna take me back to the dorms" It wasn't like you couldn't make it back by yourself but your friends were good about walking you home and making sure you got back safe.

"C'mon, go get your bag" He pushes off the table, finally moving away from you as you spin around, questioning him. "I'm taking you home"

"Nolan it's fine, you don't have to leave now. Luca-"

"Y/n, I'm taking you home. Grab your stuff and tell Luca, I'll be there in a minute" His voice was strong and you didn't want to argue so you nodded, scurrying back to your previous table where you'd left your stuff and fill Luca in on what had apparently been decided.

"He's taking you home?" Luca's eyes go wide and you roll your eyes.

"Ready?" Nolan's hand lands on your shoulder, quickly putting an end to the conversation as you smile up at him and now. You call out a goodbye to Luca as you're guided downstairs by Nolan. He was practically dragging you across the bar, towards the exit when he suddenly stopped and you collided with his back.

"Moyle! You're not leaving already, are you?" You look around him to see the few seniors that weren't upstairs with the rest of the team.

"Yeah, taking Y/n home" Nolan moved to the side, gesturing back to where you stood.

"What? No, get one of the freshmen to take her" Jay threw his arm around Nolan's shoulder, trying to convince him to stay longer.

"Nah dude, I'm tired anyways. Plus Nick would kill me if I sent her home with one of those guys" It was a complete lie, even though Nick had 'warned you' about dating one of the freshmen, you knew that Nick would be more grateful that they actually cared enough to get you home safely.

"Fine but you're getting boring in your old age bro" Jay shoved Nolan's shoulder playfully but then gave up, following the rest of the guys towards the stairs, letting you and Nolan finally leave.

"You didn't have to leave, Luca totally would've taken me... or I could've gotten an uber" You broke the silence after a couple minutes of walking. It was a short walk, probably less than 10 minutes and as soon as you got away from downtown and back onto campus, it was like there was nobody else outside.

"You think I'd let you uber by yourself?" He asks like its preposterous to even think of.

"I'm a big girl Nolan, I can do things by myself" You pout, standing up for yourself, not caring if it comes off bratty.

"I know you can but it doesn't mean you have to. I wanted to get you home, I don't mind" You look over at him but he isn't looking at you, instead staring straight ahead at the street.

"Whatever you say"

...

"Your phone" Nolan mumbles against your lips, as if you couldn't hear your phone ringing for the second time from his bedside table.

"Ignore it" You pull him back into the kiss, positive that nobody needed you to answer that badly. Your time with Nolan had become scarce, with you spending more time studying for midterms and him going away for games, it had really cut into your time. It wasn't like he owed you a specific amount of hours or anything... it's not like you were dating but hey, why spend the time you did have together, on your phone with someone else.

"It could be important" He sighs, moving away to reach for your phone, looking at it before dropping it back in its spot. You wait patiently as you watch his eyes scan over the screen.

"Not important?" You ask with an amused smile.

"Seven texts and two missed calls, all from Luke" There's a weird edge to his voice and you can feel that the energy in the room has shifted.

"I'll talk to him later" You reach for Nolan's shirt and attempt to pull him back to you but he gets out of it, standing up instead and suddenly you feel out of place.

"You should probably get going, the guys are gonna be home soon and we have practice" He was avoiding your eyes and you weren't sure why.

"Okay" You knew he didn't want the team to know that you two were hooking up and while you weren't exactly hiding it very well, you also weren't too keen to walk through the house when it was full of guys.

"Am I still coming over tomorrow night?" You ask hesitantly. They had another game tomorrow, the first of the series against Western.

"I don't know, I'll talk to you later" He was visibly uncomfortable so you decided to just drop it, quietly grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Nolan doesn’t follow you so you let yourself out, walking back home to your dorm, wondering what the hell just happened.

You didn't hear from him for a few days, not like you were keeping track.

A couple weeks later, Luke leaned across the table in class "How's our favourite couple doing?"

You hadn't talked to Nolan much since the day he basically kicked you out of his house. A few texts here and there but with midterms and everything, you hadn't had time to go see him.

"Luke..." You really didn't have the energy to deal with this today.

"Blanks still doesn't know, huh?" He continued, "I mean after him taking you home from Skeeps the other night, I was sure word was going to get out"

"Luke you gossip more than a girl" Luca says from beside you and you agree with him.

"Can we be done with this conversation, please?"

"So what happens when Nick plays Detroit? Is Moyle going to the game with you?" Johnny asks and you groan once you realize they weren't dropping this conversation.

"He'll probably go with Grano" You're sure there will be a handful of guys going to that game; it was on a Tuesday so they wouldn't have a game or anything and since Kent and Nick play together, a lot of the guys would probably want to go see them.

"And you're not going?" Luca asked curiously.

"I didn't say that"

"So-" Luke starts but you cut him off.

“I’m not talking about it any more, drop it” You say sharply and luckily, they listen.

...

After the second night of losing to Minnesota, the boys have a party. It was once again at the senior house and you were once again forced into attending. You weren't trying to avoid Nolan but you also weren't in a hurry to see him. There still hadn't been much contact between you two and while you did want to talk about it, tonight probably wasn't the best night for that.

Johnny found you as soon as you stepped into the house and brought you over to where most of the freshmen had gathered. There was a drink in your hand before you could even ask and the boys were always attentive when you finished your drink. You have to think it was Luca's doing, he knew that you were a little worried about seeing Nolan tonight and knew you well enough to know that the right amount of alcohol would fix that.

You were content with sitting around with them for an hour or so and then you spotted Luke awkwardly standing in the sea of people dancing, looking a little lost. You extract yourself from between Seamus and Johnny, promising to be right back and head in Luke's direction.

"Need a partner?" You ask him with a grin and when his eyes meet yours, you can tell he's a little drunk as well. He didn't say anything but his hands had moved and were currently hovering over your waist. You try not to laugh at his hesitation, grabbing his hands and putting them directly on your hips.

"But- Nolan" Luke stretched his fingers over your hips; he was still sober enough to know better than to mess with his captain's girl. Luckily for him, you weren't Nolan's girl.

"Nolan isn't my boyfriend" You say quickly, "C'mon Luke, just dance with me, you don't have to kiss me or anything, I promise" You say in all seriousness but Luke laughs.

"Okay fine" You both grin and Luke's just starting to move his hips when Nolan appears out of nowhere, his hand wrapping around your arm and dragging you away from Luke easily, pulling you up the stairs and into a room away from everyone else at the party.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nolan yelled as soon as the door was shut behind you.

"Excuse me?"

"What were you doing out there? Trying to make me jealous?" His eyes are intense as they stare into yours and it takes all you can manage to not squirm under his gaze.

"Not everything is about you, Nolan" You scoff, trying to play it off as best you can. He might be right, just a little bit though. You weren't actively trying to make him jealous but you'd be lying if you said it hadn't been a passing thought as you made your way over to Luke.

"You're a pain in my ass" He groans.

"Oh and you're so perfect" You shoot back at him.

"I don't care if you want to be with Luke, I'm over it, believe me... just don't do it in front of me, okay?" His eyes are soft now, not at all as angry looking as they were when he initially pulled you in here. It was almost like- wait...

"Be with Luke? Are you kidding me right now?" You ask in disbelief.

"Let's not talk about it" He groans, moving to sit on the bed. You track him with your eyes as you process the information through your (still drunk) brain

"No no, let's!" You were still trying to wrap your head around it. You and Luke? Nolan thinks that you wanted to be with Luke? "I don't like Luke. He's my friend, nothing more and nothing less"

"What? You're serious?" He practically does a double take at you, like he can't believe what he's hearing.

"Where would you even get that idea?" It was almost comical to you. Over the semester, you had grown so close to Luke he was practically your brother. You could honestly say you've never had a single romantic thought about the boy.

"Fucking Rutger told me that Luke liked this girl he had a class with and that he texted her all the time and then that day when Luke called and texted you a bunch of times when you were here? I just put two and two together and..."

"Nolan..." You shook your head at him. Everything was suddenly making sense. "You really think I would mess with both you and your teammate?" You can't help but feel a little hurt at the insinuation. Honestly, with the information he had, you can't blame him for thinking that but you also didn't like that he thought you'd do something like that to him.

"No but... I don't know" He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have assumed that but I also should've talked to you about it before kinda icing you out"

"Well yeah no shit" You rolled your eyes, letting out a little laugh. "So... now that we figured that out..." You trailed off and smiled shyly when his eyes rose to meet yours.

"Hm?" He hummed, waiting for you to continue as he sat there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You know, I really do hate you sometimes" You say under your breath as you walk over to stand in between his legs. His hands easily come up to wrap around your thighs.

"Oh yeah, I know you do" He pulls you forward and you go easily, letting giggles spill out as you both topple over onto his bed.

...

By the time winter break rolls around, the whole team practically knows about you and Nolan. After seeing you two together at parties and also you hanging around Yost after games, waiting for their captain, the guys seemed to clue in.

They all knew not to say much about it though, whether that was because Nolan had said something or not you weren't sure.

However, when you're all waiting to see Nick after his game against the Red Wings, Nolan does say something to them.

"Not a word about Y/n/n and I to Nick or I'm telling coach to bag skate you all" He practically glares daggers at Grano, Steve, Truss, Mark, and Dylan. Spending an extra second on Dylan especially.

"Dude, I swear!" Dylan holds his hands up in surrender which makes Nolan roll his eyes. You touch his arm lightly, just barely grazing your fingers over his bicep and he turns to look at you.

"Relax, they won't say anything, it's going to be fine" You knew hearing it out loud would make it feel like it was true, at least that's what you'd been telling yourself all day.

You didn't have time to say anything else, barely enough time to pull your hand away from Nolan because Nick suddenly appeared and the guys were all rushing towards him.

"Where's my baby sister?" You heard him say through the group hug of boys that you'd elected to stay out of. They broke apart and Nick pushed through to give you a hug. As much as you talked to him on the phone, you really did miss your brother.

"How're you doing kid?" Nick asks when he lets you go.

"Good. Really good" You grin, catching Nolan's eye over your brothers shoulder who's smiling right back at you which makes your chest all warm.

"Good to know the boys haven't corrupted you yet" Nick laughs and behind him, Dylan's mouth opens but Mark clamps his hand over it before he can let out a sound.

Nick doesn't have very long but he stays out to talk to everyone until the poor Blue Jackets intern has to practically drag him to the bus in order for them to leave. Once he's gone, you follow the boys back to Grano's car, trailing at the back of the group with Dylan and Mark.

Steve takes the front seat which leaves Nolan to squish in next to you in the back, Truss on the other side, already engrossed in his phone. The ride home is much quieter than it was on the way there. Grano and Steve are talking to each other while the radio plays some sort of rock music softly in the background.

"It was good to see him" Nolan says to you, quiet enough that nobody else would really hear.

"Yeah, I missed him" If anyone understood, it was Nolan.

"I know you did" His hand falls to your knee, squeezing once and then resting there. "We have to tell him" His voice had dropped even quieter now, almost like he didn't even want to say it.

You knew that you would have to tell Nick. With how things were developing, this could very well turn into something serious and there was no way you could hide that from your brother.

"We will" You assured him although telling Nick was the last thing you wanted to do.

...

Everything was going fine until it wasn't. Your friends teased you for having such a rocky relationship but it was just how things were with you and Nolan. One day you were inseparable, Nolan wouldn't let you leave his bed and the next, you could barely get a reply to your texts.

The weight of keeping this all a secret was definitely making things worse. The off days had now turned into fights and it was happening more often that not.

"I'm tired of this Nolan" You groan, once again collecting your clothes that had been scattered around his room.

"Yeah well so am I" He huffed. You didn't get it. He was the sweetest guy you've ever met, he took you out for breakfast and helped you study for every quiz or exam you had but then the switch would flip and he'd bail on your plans without so much as a text to let you know.

Your friends told you it was toxic, that he was toxic. They told you to get out before it was too late. Of course, you didn't listen. He wasn't toxic, he's just Nolan, it's just how things were sometimes.

"Well if you're so tired maybe we should just call it" You rolled your eyes. It was the same thing you said every time. You both knew that you were just bluffing. It probably didn't help that you fed into the cycle. You were aware of how bad this all was, that staying here and messing around with him would only make it harder if you did actually break up but it didn't matter because you still had him, he was still yours.

"You act like it was me who started this whole thing!" He exclaimed, his voice raising to a level teetering the edge of what would be considered yelling.

"I didn't force you into anything Nolan" You sounded just as defeated as you felt. You were tired of arguing, of fighting this seemingly endless fight.

"You think I wanted to fall for my best friends sister?" His voice was even louder this time, so loud you're sure his roommates could hear him.

"Don't yell at me" Your voice was small but strong, you didn't let it waver.

"You said it first, don't put it all on me" He looped back to the beginning of the argument and you let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm tired of being your casual hookup. I don't do hookups Nolan, you know that" It was something you told him that first night. You didn't want him to get involved under false pretences, under the assumption that going home with someone from a party was your typical Friday night.

"So what are you saying?"

"If you don't want anything more between us, I'm done"

"You're giving me an ultimatum?" He asks slowly, trying to be sure of what you're telling him.

"I don't want to but I really can't keep doing this Nolan. It's not healthy the way we fight and at this point, I don't even know what I'm fighting for" You finally have all your stuff collected and you give him one last look.

"I'm not going to give you a time limit but think about it, okay? I'm not going to stick around for whatever this is forever"

It took three days. You stood in his bedroom on Saturday and on Tuesday, after he'd met you outside your class and took you to get coffee from your favourite cafe on campus, he officially asked you.

...

Nick knew. He'd found out from Quinn Hughes of all people, it had apparently come up as Quinn was telling Nick how nice it was that you and Luke were friends, and how he bumped into you at that one Michigan game he'd managed to catch while the Canucks were in town, and that oh yeah, he didn't know you were dating Moyle until he saw who's name was on the back of the jersey you had on and then he later confirmed it with Luke, isn't that funny.

Nick didn't find it funny.

He called you as soon as he left dinner with Quinn, barely letting you choke out a 'hello' before grilling you with questions. After he'd gotten all the answers, he hung up and you hadn't heard from him since.

It really couldn't have happened at a worse time. Less than a few days after Nick found out, there was a Pro-Blue event for Michigan Hockey and since it coincided with the All-Star Break, your brother was able to make it back to Ann Arbor.

Everything was going fine until Skeeps. Everyone had met there after the event and the upstairs balcony was packed with hockey players. You were hanging out with Luca, Truss, Thomas, and Brendan when you heard your brother yelling.

"I told you to look out for her! To make sure she didn't get in trouble!" You didn't know what to do. Nick was standing there yelling at his best friend in front of Quinn Hughes, Josh Norris, Dylan Larkin and every other NHL player in attendance. You knew this was not a good look for him. You also knew that you did not want your relationship drama announced for half the league to hear.

"I did" Nolan said back calmly.

"No you didn't, Moyle" Nick yelled. "You're 23, almost 24. She's only 18!" You sink back into your chair, already feeling the eyes on you. For somewhere that's typically plenty loud, it seemed as though you could hear a pin drop right now as tension filled the air. Everyone had stopped talking now, their attention now on the scene that was unfolding.

"Guys, now really isn't the time" Jimmy steps in, appearing out of nowhere and you had never been more grateful for him.

"Fuck off Jimmy" Nick says quickly and your eyes widen. You had never seen him this mad.

"Blanks, you really don't want to do this here" Jimmy tried again but Nick ignored him, continuing to stare daggers at Nolan.

"You took advantage of her" Nick was seething and you could feel yourself shaking as someone put their arms around you in some sort of hug.

"Nick" Another voice entered the conversation, "Let's go outside dude, get some fresh air" You watched Zach Werenski take your brother down the stairs, basically forcing him out. Looking back to Nolan, you saw Grano and Jimmy still talking with him. Everyone else seemed to have moved on already and have gone back to their conversations.

"You okay?" You look up at Luca, the one who had been holding you and now slowly.

"I need to fix it" You take a shaky breath and try to break away but all four of them are shaking their heads at you.

"You have to let them work it out" Thomas said softly.

"Nothing you say right now is going to help" Truss spoke up next.

"It sucks but Truss is right" Brendan agreed as well.

"But I'm the one who made this mess, I need to fix it or at least try" You tried to escape Luca's arms again but he just tightened his grip.

"They need to cool off and then try again. If it still doesn't go well, then you can go fix it" Luca reasoned with you to which you agreed.

Ten minutes later, Werenski came back in alone and Nolan was the first to notice. He never wanted to hurt Nick, he was his best friend after all, but he also didn't want to hurt you. Right now, it was hard to see an outcome that left Nick, you, and Nolan all unscathed.

He found Nick outside, leaning up against the side of the building, just staring up at the sky.

"I didn't want it to go down like this" Nick almost jumped when Nolan's voice pierced the silence.

"Nolan-"

"No, just listen" He said quickly, pausing for a second to make sure Nick was really going to listen. When he didn't say anything, Nolan continued, "I didn't plan on getting involved with her and once it did happen, I didn't want to keep it a secret from you and I'm not blaming it on her because we both decided to keep it a secret but I know I can speak for the both of us and say we didn't want to hurt you"

"I trusted you. I trusted you to keep her safe, to make sure she wasn't going to get hurt here. I needed you, as my best friend, to do that for me" Nick was confused, he was hurt, he didn't know what to feel anymore.

"I can promise you one thing Nick, I would never let anyone hurt her" Nolan said with all the sincerity in his heart.

"I know its just... she's my baby sister"

"I know and I'm sorry dude, I really did not plan on this" He hoped it was enough to earn Nick's forgiveness because really, it's all he's got. It's not like Nolan could take it all back or undo what he's done.

"Nick?" You spoke up, rounding the corner to find your brother and Nolan sitting on the ground beside each other. You shivered, drawing your arms tighter around your chest as you took a hesitant step towards them.

"Y/n/n" Nick started but you held your hand up to stop him.

"You can't blame Nolan for this. I was the one who initiated it, I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret. He wanted to tell you when we all went to your game before Christmas and I was the one who kept putting it off. If you're going to be mad at anyone it should be me, not Nolan" You rattled off the little speech you'd been practicing in your head for the past half hour as you pretended to listen to Brendan and Thomas reminisce on their memories of Skeeps as if they hadn't been back in over a decade.

"Y/n-"

"I know it was stupid and that it goes against whatever dumb rule you've made for me but I don't care"

"Y/n" He says more sternly than before and this time, you actually listen. "I'm not mad. Was I? Yes, especially when I had to find out from Quinn rather than one of you but Nolan explained and I... I understand"

"Really?" You ask hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean I'm not happy about it but I'm also not going to stand in the way of whatever this is. You're two of my favourite people, I want you to be happy"

"Aw Nick!" You can feel tears in your eyes as you fling yourself towards your brother who catches you, letting out a little chuckle.

"This absolutely does not mean you guys can act like a couple around me" Nick says as soon as you let him go.

"You hear that babe? Only high-fives in front of Nick" Nolan comes to stand behind you, draping his arms over your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. You can only imagine the grin he has on his face right now.

"Moyle-" Nick warns which makes you grin, reaching to squeeze one of Nolan's hands. Nick rolled his eyes before turning to head back inside, making sure to hip check Nolan on his way past.

You spun around to face him, looking up at him with a soft smile. It all worked out. Maybe not in the way you'd originally planned but hey, what's meant to be will be.

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