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prettymuchdolansbitch · 2 years

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Pairing: Bodyguard!Chris Evans × Famous!Reader

Summary: Red carpets are usually fun and secure. Why was this one non of the above? (Second part of Trust)

Word count: 4.7k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), some of dirty talk, mentions of masturbation (m), harassment from a stalker (but nothing too serious), this is a RPF AU so, don’t read if you’re not comfortable with that. And I think that's it.

A/N: God! It's been months since I have been trying to finish this but writers block (and other things) stepped in the way. But it's finally here so yay me. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español* Feedback is appreciated

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“No, no, no, no, no.” One word, two letters, repeating like a mantra in Chris' lips as you walked out of the bathroom.

“What you mean 'no'? Ain't it cute?” You asked as you spun around to model the dress you picked to wear to the premiere of your new movie.

It had been almost nine months of Chis working for you and he was still so difficult to read. Of course, after that little slip time ago he seemed to be more relaxed, less prone to start a fight with whoever that came near you, but that didn't mean he had abandoned neither his impeccable method of work nor the resting face that characterized him.

The one that right now was directed to you.

“Cute? You're not wearing that thing. There's a rag in the car that is larger than that.”

“This thing is a Gucci, and I'm wearing it whether you like it or not.”

He seemed to be about to say something, but just stopped himself and huffed in exasperation. Why did you have to turn his job into such a difficult task?

Chris felt like he was in a video game, everytime he thought he finally won a mission, you found a way to unlock a new level with more traps and new strategies to drive him crazy.

“You know what? Wear whatever you want, but I don't want to listen to you complaining when you can't sit without showing everything.” He opened the door for you.

“I won't.”

He didn't have a chance to respond since you walked to the elevator as fast as your heels allowed you.

Six in the afternoon, that was the time you arrived. There was still plenty of natural light for the setup of the red carpet to be appreciated. The carpet was of a dark red and had black smoke-like lines, the billboards behind the fans had the movie title printed in patterns and cardboard branches with thorns created an arch in front of the door of the cinema, almost giving the illusion of being in the word of the movie. It was more realistic than the blue screen you shoot most of the movie in front of.

Paparazzi and their cameras with flash turned to you the second the audience behind the protection bars exploded in excitement when you got out of the car with Chris' help. You wouldn't admit it to him, but it took all your concentration to get out without letting everyone know what kind of underwear you were wearing.

You posed for a few minutes, smiling at the camera, fixing your hair and putting on a serious face only to laugh right after.

It was exciting, answering interviewers' questions about your role in the movie, how you prepared for it, the challenges it implied and all the fun you had while filming.

Once you were done with the press, you went straight to the security bars to greet the fans. Every two steps you stopped to take photos with them –some cosplaying their favorite characters from the big screen adaptation of the book they liked, some others just enjoying the fact that you were there.

Signing pieces of paper, t-shirts and cellphones was also something that kept you occupied for a while. Mostly because you would hang short conversations with everyone who was willing to talk until Chris dragged you away to pay attention to another bunch of fans. No wonder everyone loved you.

“I love your crown!” You told the girl whose poster you were signing.

“You do? I did it myself.” Her excitement was evident as she grazed it with her fingers.

“That's so cool!” You gave the poster back. “I wish the one I wore looked as good without special effects.” The pride shown in the girl's eyes made your smile grow bigger.

She said something back, but you couldn't listen. In a second the world was in slow motion; voices and the clicking sound of cameras taking photos, muffled as if you were inside of a bottle filled with water; the carpet stretching miles and miles until you felt dizzy; and a pair of green eyes framed in freckles made you freeze in the spot.

Bern. His big smile and skinny complexion approached quickly, pushing people and excusing himself without looking at whoever he accidentally punched.

Chris was scanning the other side of the carpet, calmly moving his head from side to side, alert but aware of the fact that there were more people hired exclusively for the security of the event. There was no need to overreact at the smallest thing… or so he thought.

“Y/N,” He heard a girl from the crowd say. “Are you okay?” And it was as if the girl had pressed a button with big, red letters reading: DANGER, DANGER.

But when he turned to you, it was a little too late.

A pale and lanky boy was already jumping through the protection bars, kicking a guy in the shoulder, making him lose balance, and going straight to you.

If it wasn't because your breathing accelerated and your hands were shaking, Chris could have mistaken you for a statue. Your face didn't turn when he called your name, your feet didn't move when he told you to stand back and your reaction was not as fast as he would've liked it to be when the redhead threw himself at you with open arms, like someone seeing their best friend after many, many years.

You knew you should have done something; run in the opposite direction, tell him to stop right where he was, cry for help, anything. But you were frozen. It felt as if your heels were welded to the floor and the light, breathable dress you wore was suddenly a million pounds heavy and made out of concrete instead of silk.

“Hi! Do you remember me?” His voice was exactly as you remembered it, except this time it sounded far, far away and a little distorted, as if he was screaming from inside a cave and the only thing you could hear was the echo.

Something cold came in contact with your exposed back. A pair of hands cold as ice hugged you close to Bern and after that, everything happened too fast.

The whole place went silent the second you felt a whip-like pull. A collective gasp filled the air and then a thud, muffled by the carpet's material, was heard.

You gave two steps back to stabilize yourself and then you snapped back to reality, realizing what just happened.

Chris was on top of Bern, who laid on his stomach with both hands held on his back in an uncomfortable position, Chris' knee was pressed against the back of Bern's legs, stopping him from escaping, and his other hand kept the boy's head down. He was completely immobilized.

You left out a blasphemy, feeling your heart rate coming back to normal and you heard yourself saying Chris' name.

He looked up at you. His eyes, that showed determination and some sort of anger, softened when he saw your expression.

None of you had the chance to say anything. Two security guys were already running to help Chris and a third one was telling you to get inside so you could calm down before the event started.

Sitting on a tall chair, you half expected someone to hand you a heavy, grey blanket to put over your shoulders and a doctor to check if you were injured, but the only things you received were a bottle of water and Mark's concerned look when he finally found you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a seat beside you. “Christopher told me what happened.”

“I'm sure he did.”

Your fingers played with the bottle, creating a soft creaking sound wherever you touched it.

“Was he the…”

He didn't finish the sentence before you interrupted him, knowing what his question was. “Yes.”

Your manager sighed, fingers pressed between his eyes. After a few minutes of silence he spoke again.

“You should get a restriction order.”

Turning to fully face him, you thought you'd find him smiling, assuring you that he was just joking to distract you from the shock, but the seriousness and worry reflected on his features told you that he meant it.

“I can't do that.” And even though he was not sure of the reason, which he asked, he knew you meant it. “It's not necessary. If he didn't get the message of keeping his distance before, the broken rib will remind him to.”

“Did Christopher break one of his ribs?” His voice was nothing but a surprise.

“Most likely.”

Mark huffed. How could you still not take the situation seriously? It was your well being you were talking about. Hell, it was the reason Christopher was hired in the first place.

“Look, I'll take care of it.” His hand was on yours, squeezing it affectionately. “You'll only have to testify, identify him as the aggressor and…”

“I'm not doing that Mark.”

“Why not?”

You let go of his hand, brushing back the loose strands of hair that fell back the second your fingers pressed against your temple.

“Because I don't want people to think I'm a bitch.” You finally looked at him. “I don't want my fans to think they can't get close to me, they're a big part of my life and I don't want to lose that!”

“That's the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard.” You knew it somehow was, but you couldn't help the growing guilt forming in your stomach like a balloon filled with water. That guy, Bern, needed help, not a restriction order.

“Then, do whatever you want. You already decided.”

And just like that, you stood up and walked inside the screen room where the first screening of the movie was taking place.

Despite the altercation, the rest of the evening went perfectly… well, kind of. Chris hadn't had the opportunity to ask how you were doing, and you didn't really feel like talking to him, so every time he'd get close enough you would find any other thing or person at the after-party suddenly extremely interesting and worth your attention, bringing a pinching sensation in your chest each time.

It was not until you felt like you had talked to every soul in the room that you decided it was time to leave. You said your goodbyes to very specific people and then headed to the parking lot, with a –quieter than usual– Chris not far behind.

“Please, consider doing what we talked about.” Mark leaned over the car's door. “Just think about it.” He said and walked away before you could protest.

If you weren't too preoccupied about the half hour long ride to the hotel with Chris, your mind would have most likely started to ramble about it all.

“Are you going to tell me, what did I do now?” Chris asked as soon as the door of your hotel room was closed.

“Why do you think you did something?”

You walked to the small bathroom, attempting to take a hot, long shower and avoid Chris in the process.

As usual, he was faster than you and blocked the white wooden door with his full body.

“Because the last time I tackled someone you did the exact same thing you're doing now. You ignored me the whole way back to your apartment.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course that was it. Not only had you asked Chris to be less aggressive, but also you had made it very clear that you didn't like some of his methods.

“If you already knew that, I don't understand why you're asking me. You have it all figured.” You knew your voice was dry, as well as you knew he was only doing his job, but the memory of Bern being dragged out of the event by two big guys followed by an immutable Chris didn't leave your mind.

“Just wanted to make sure.” Was his only response before he elegantly walked past you in direction to the door. His graceful movements never stopped surprising you, especially since they didn't look strange in a man as big as he was.

“Is that it? Is that everything you're going to say?”

“I don't know what else I could say.” He answered, hand in the doorknob, not turning around to look at you.

“An apology would be nice.” You spat even before you could process your words.

“And what would I apologize for?” This time, he did turn. “I did nothing wrong.”

“You could have been more gentle.”

And that was it. His self-control snapped like a tense rubber band. Three long steps and he was face to face with you again.

“If I’d been gentle, he would have sent you to the hospital… again!”

You could feel his body warmth radiating from his pores, his minty breath hitting you in the face and the memories of that afternoon building images that shouldn't be appearing in your brain at that moment.

Pushing the picture of Chris ripping your dress in useless shreds, you said, “You don't know that!”

You saw him sharply inhale, and you imagined that he was counting to ten to keep his composure. “I know that much.” Glancing into his eyes, you noted a hint of something behind the anger that had overtaken his pupils.

“But that wouldn't happen.” You heard yourself saying.

“How d'you know that?” The tiredness of his voice made it very clear that he wasn't having any of that I-know-more-than-you-know thing.

You looked down, wishing you hadn't as soon as you saw his lips; pink, plump and so inviting…

It took you a few seconds to answer, but when you finally did, you said in a louder tone than you intended, “Because you wouldn't have let that happen either!”

You were ready to listen to his protest, to have a heated discussion about how crazy you were and how none of the things you just said made any damn sense, but it didn't happen.

Instead, his hands found their way to your face, keeping you in place as he leaned down to kiss you.

To say that he took you by surprise was an understatement. You couldn't move, paralyzed by the change of direction the conversation had led you to.

Since you didn't reciprocate the kiss, Chris separated from you, eyes closed and an almost undetectable trace of disappointment written across his face.

“I better go.” He let his hands fall to the sides as he turned in his heels to the door one more time.

The gears in your head worked a mile a minute, you felt the urge to move but your feet didn't follow the instruction. Only when he was about to open the door to leave for good was when you were able to react.

“No, wait.” There must have been something in the way you said that, because Chris stopped in his tracks, hand in the air and an expectant stillness.

Slowly, you made your way towards him and with extreme delicacy, you placed your hands on his bicep, asking him to turn to you, which he did without resistance of any kind.

You wanted to say you were sorry, to ask him to understand why you acted the way you did, to thank him for saving your stubborn ass back there. You wanted to say too many things at a time that you felt overwhelmed by them all.

Not finding the words to express everything in a sole sentence, you sighed as you gripped the neck of his shirt and brought him down so his lips made contact with your welcoming ones.

Unlike you, it took him half a second to follow the kiss. His hands flew to your lower back, where he secured them, as if to make sure you would not regret it. Only when he was sure you wouldn't, his right palm traveled up your body, sending shivers down your spine as his fingertips dug in the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

It was all passion and eagerness, the way his lips moved against yours was addictive. Every second that passed you only wanted more and more.

And he would have given it to you, if it wasn't for the evident need of oxygen your lungs so selfishly asked for.

Agitated and against your wishes, you ended the kiss, keeping your forehead pressed to Chris'.

Opening your eyes, you saw him already looking at you. All the anger you perceived before seemed to be put aside and replaced with desire. Desire for you. And you couldn't help but to moan at the sight.

Without warning, Chris locked his hands in the back of your thighs, easily carrying you, making you hug his neck so you didn't fall backwards, and before you had the time to process what he was doing, you were laying in the middle of the bed with his fingers skillfully taking off your dress.

You helped him by supporting your weight with your elbows as he dragged the piece of fabric off along with your heels.

If he was surprised by your lack of bra, he didn't show, but his smirk was enough for you to know he liked your underwear –that had remained untouched until then.

“Fuck.” You heard him say under his breath. “What d'you do to me?” It was not a complaint, nor a lament, it was also not meant for you to hear, but you did, and you couldn't stop that feeling of pride as you saw his expression while he contemplated you.

You answered his rhetorical question by letting your legs fall to the sides, giving him a perfect view of your clothed center.

Seemingly, the wet patch called for him, because as soon as he saw it, his face was practically on it, nose drawing a long stripe as he inhaled your scent. “As much as I'd like to taste this little pussy, it'll have to be another time.” His lips left a soft kiss on your clit over the thin fabric before his hands gripped each side of your panties. “But now…” He separated from you, not quite taking the warmth with him, and ripped your remaining piece of cloth in half. You didn't miss the way your heart skipped a beat at the next time.

The sound of the fabric tearing had you clenching around nothing, anticipation building in your stomach as you saw him desperately undress until he was just as bare as you.

He was quick to climb on the bed, pressing his body to yours, making you tremble at the contact. Your eyes were locked on his, begging him to do something, anything to dissipate the fire consuming you from the inside.

Chris held his weight with one hand while the other explored your curves all the way down unhurriedly. He deliberately skipped your throbbing clit and caressed the inside of your thigh before his hand left you and started stroking himself.

Looking at him like that was mesmerizing, a view you'd do anything to see forever: long lashes framing his now darker blue eyes, the beard he trimmed specially for the occasion, a frown on his eyebrows formed because he was holding himself back, his tongue wetting his dry lips in the most sensual way…

You were so immersed in watching him that you paid no attention to the additional weight on top of you when he accommodated.

You mirrored his shaky breaths when he finally brushed his tip against your aching pussy. The contact was not enough, not what you really needed, but it was better than nothing.

He coated his shaft in your arousal, enjoying the little sounds of desperation you let out.

“Just do it, Chris.” You hadn't forgotten the effect of saying his name like that had on him.

And neither had Chis.

The broken groan you let out when he bottomed out said everything he needed to hear to know how much you were enjoying being with him again. God, how much had he missed being on top of you, fucking the life out of you, ripping those delicious sounds from your lips.

He tried to forget it happened. Of course he did! He tried to suppress the memories of your body responding to his touch, the sound of your moans being music to his ears.

He had to admit that he panicked when you didn't kiss him back, thinking he'd screw everything up with the possibility of being fired and never see you again, but all his worries disappeared when he realized you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. If only physically, he could settle for that.

And he'd make the most out of it.

His hips snapped back and forth at a nice pace. He wasted no time, making sure you felt his every inch with each thrust.

And lord, if you did. The way he stretched you out, the way he moved to a delicious rhythm, and the way his lips devoured yours with such passion had you wishing to stay under him for the rest of your life. And if that meant giving all of you to him, you would gladly accept.

Your reverie was interrupted by Chris' lips leaving yours to go low to your throat where he sucked, forming a hickey. You clenched at the feeling, making Chris grunt in the middle of another mark.

“So fucking responsive.” His tongue traveled down to your collarbone, where he left a path of wet kisses until reaching your shoulder. “Knew you missed this too.”

It took a lot from you to ask, “What makes you say that?”

And you regretted asking the second he smirked.

In other circumstances, that smirk would have melted you, made you weak in the knees and drenched your panties in a record time –not that the last part was far from reality.

“There's just something that doesn't add up.” He said thoughtfully. “And I need you to help me break it down.” His hand gripped your jaw, not hurting you but with enough force to keep your eyes on him. “You wanted me to be more gentle. Do you want that now?” He asked as he slowed down his movements to practically nothing.

The little shit. You thought. He knew what he was doing, teasing you, keeping you full but not fucked, touched but not caressed.

You wanted to yell at him, to tell him to fuck you properly, but the words wouldn't come out, so the only thing you said was, “N-no.”

And that was enough for him.

”That’s what I thought.” Leaving your jaw and taking your hands in his, Chris pinned them on each side of your head, intertwining your fingers so strong you thought he wanted to melt your palms together.

He resumed his thrusting with more intensity if possible, taking the air out of your lungs and the rest of the world out of your mind.

“I know you like it rough.” Your legs were hugging him close as your talons tried to bring him even closer, deeper. “Don't you think I have forgotten.” His voice was raspy. If for the effort he was committed to or the thoughts of that time, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when you were living it again.

“Neither have I.” You barely let out in between moans.

You felt him twitching inside of you. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

Your nails dug in the back of his hands, but he didn't seem to notice, too busy pounding into you like it was the last thing he'd ever do.

“Fuck, love, I've dreamed of this.” The confession caught you off guard and you thought you had misunderstood what he said, too lost in the sounds your bodies created. “You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking of you.” One of his hands let go of yours to find a space between your bodies and rub your bud with delicacy, contrasting his mind blowing thrusts. “Imagining it's your tight pussy I'm fucking until you can't take it anymore.”

The mere idea of Chris going off on the thought of you had you whining. Finding out he had fantasized about being with you not only made you wetter, but also filled your chest with something you couldn't quite describe. That, combined with all the pleasure accumulating in your lower belly was driving you crazy.

“Well,” The word left your lips in the form of a moan. “This is better than any of my dreams.”

As soon as his brain comprehended what you admitted, Chris went feral. His pounding never flattered as his fingers worked harshly against your swollen clit, making you scream at the sudden change.

Your back arched as much as it could, having Chris' body pressed against yours and your walls tightened around him.

“Chris…” You said his name, though it sounded more like a plea than anything else. You were close and he knew it. He remembered how it felt when you clenched down, squeezing him so deliciously when you finally came.

And he was dying to feel it again.

His hand left your clit to help your leg up, giving him just the change of angle he needed to hit that spongy spot with his tip repeatedly.

You were a whining mess, your free hand fisting the bed sheets while the other tightened its grip on Chris'.

“That's it, love,” He said with difficulty. It was the second time that night he called you that, and you took a second to question if he meant the use of the nickname or if it was just something spontaneous, something out of the situation. “Cum for me. Make a mess on my cock.” His breath hit your earlobe, his words doing the job as you felt your orgasm approaching.

A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars appearing in the ceiling with vibrant colors. Or was it Chris' eyes looking at you in a way he'd never done before? You were not sure since your body was already vibrating underneath him.

Your parted lips received Chris' gladly, whines of ecstasy muffled by a breathtaking kiss and his own panting as he shot thick ropes of his seed inside of you.

He drew out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness, and he rolled to the side to compose himself.

Neither of you said anything for a moment, only your heavy breathings were audible. Until your bust of laughter filled the space, rumbling in the four walls.

Chris peeked at you from the corner of his eye. “What's so funny?”

You shook your head, indicating that nothing was funny.

“'Love''?” You asked once you were able to speak again. Not out of mockery, but genuine curiosity.

Apparently, Chris knew that, because he didn't look offended or embarrassed as he shifted his position in the bed to fully face you.

“Though it was obvious by now.” His tone was serious, but not crossing the stone cold line of dryness he was usually in.

His eyes were expectant on you, waiting for you to change the topic, to go to the bathroom as you originally planned, to laugh again, at him this time, but you didn't.

“After this, it's very clear.” Your fingers played with his. He didn't notice his hand had remained locked to yours that whole time. “From both sides, hopefully.”

The room went silent again, weighing on your and his words and everything they meant.

It was his time to chuckle. Letting go of your hand, he maneuvered to hug you close to him.

Not sure of what else he could add to that at the moment –and internally hoping it would lead to a round two, he said, “You’re doing what your manager told you to do.”

You huffed, not really wanting to start another discussion but aware of the result it would most likely have.

“We’ll see.”

“No doubt I made the right decision by signing that long term contract.”

Chris felt your laughter against his ribs. The skin on skin contact was comforting and somehow way too familiar.

“Don't tell Mark, but I'm happy you did.”

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 3 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: underground!boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: a double date with vinnie and hazel! what could go wrong?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: crying/heartbreak, reader has a nightmare about diseases/sickness (brief talks about death+animal death), smutty stuff, cute puppy fluff that will make your heart flutter, therapy talks, mentions of addiction and smoking weed, reader is hungry so vinnie shares his food 🥺

𝗔/𝗡: who is ready to see flloyd, vinnie, hazel, and y/n all alone in a room together?! i know i am 😵‍💫 ps: italic and bold= vinnie’s thoughts

series masterlist

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the color of the fine print on the document handed back to her could only mean one thing.

positive.

the excess papers stiffened under her fingertips as her eyelids lowered in demeanor. the voice of her brother was nothing but a lulling drone in her ear as she felt the urge to buckle down to the floor and cry. a small, yet bright, red light flashed over the monitor— a ringing that was easily comprehend-able, even in her state.

how can this be happening?

drake wanted to reach out and comfort his little sister, but the door bursting open stopped him. y/n ignored it, breaking from her trance and flipping through the pages. faster and faster, she tore through them. some of the edges ripped from her pace but she didn’t care. y/n was in fight or flight mode. key words that catched her eye on the pages were as follows;

violent

death

viral

contagious

permanent

water-borne

fatal

a virus had infected the pacific ocean and was all over the news. it started off killing mammals. small otters and seals before it moved on to whales and sharks. the oceans were left completely empty. the world was bound to come to an end sometime soon. all boats and human life evacuated from the water; including antarctica after reasearchers discovered that it could travel through ice variants. nothing about it made sense. almost 40% of the earths population has died and everything had gone to shit. y/n didn’t want to die. she had so many things she wanted to do in life that she hadn’t gotten to do yet. she wanted to fall in love and get married and raise a bunch of puppies. she wanted to travel the world with screaming fans that followed her everywhere she went. she wanted to watch her brother become clean and a boxing championship with a wife and everything. she wasn’t ready for some hellbent disease to take her out. a crowd of people in bright yellow hazmat suits entered the doctors room. y/n looked over to her brother in fear.

what is this, the walking dead?

“drake?” he backed away from her, sarrow on his face. “drake! please-“

“no, y/n! get away from me, you’re contagious.”

“no, please!” her chest rose as her heartbeat began to speed up. “drake!”

“take her.” he turned around and opened the door.

“DRAKE!” he left. just like that.“please, PLEASE! I don’t know how this is happening to me, but please, make it stop!”

“we have to put her down before she infects anyone else.” a lady with a russian accent spoken. she stood at the entrance of the door with a clipboard in her hand and a mask covering her mouth. “NO!” y/n writhed as men in rubber gloves grabbed on her body. their marks on her skin fueling the fire she felt. “she’s not going to cooperate, miss!” y/n could hear them through her screams in protest. “well, we’ll have to just sedate her here…” y/n felt a sharp pain in her neck as she collapsed to the floor.

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“NO!”

y/n shot up from the bed, sweat dripping down her forehead and sticking to the back of her shirt. she screwed her eyes shut and began to flail her legs around, not knowing what was going on. “hey!” flloyd ran into the room, grabbing her arm before she smacked him away. “NO!”

“y/n! Y/N!” she locked eyes with him before a analyzing his face.

it’s just flloyd.

i’m okay.

y/n started to cry, confusing flloyd furthermore and mumbling words. “where is drake?!”

“what?” he asked. “drake! i need drake! please, drake!” nothing in her thoughts we’re making any sense and all she could do was repeat her brothers name. she yearned to see him. “okay! okay..” flloyd pulled out his phone while tracing patterns on her arm. he quickly pulled up drakes contact and placed his cell up to his ear. “hey, your sister is freaking out. she needs you, hold on. here she is.” flloyd knew y/n had been having nightmares the past week, but this was different. he had never seen her so jumpy like this. “drake?” her nose was runny and her eyes were swollen with tears.

“hey, it’s me.”

“i had a nightmare again….”

“it’s okay.”

“where are you?” she trembled as flloyd watched her speak.

“i’m at the gym, just like always. everything is okay, you’re okay.”

“are you okay?”

“yes, sis. im okay.”

“you promise?” her lips turned downwards as she took deep breaths. flloyd was overwhelmed by the sight but tried to hide it from her. he didn’t want to worry her any further. “yes. i promise.” “can i..” her breath hitched and she felt her voice break at the thought of what she was going to say. “can i come see you?”

“of course.”

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despite the fact that y/n was constantly surrounded by people, she always felt somewhat alone— like a piece of her was missing. she wanted someone who would be with her all the time. who would be as dependent on her as she was on them. she wanted someone to feed and love and watch them grow. she wanted a dog. y/n had wanted her own puppy since she was a young girl, but her father never wanted one. he insisted that they weren’t responsible enough. when he passed, y/n was too scared to ask drake for one. drake wasn’t necessarily a pet person. drake was diagnosed with ocd and the idea of a dog shedding and touching everything freaked him out. so whenever y/n had that strong urge to hug a puppy to make her feel better, she would always visit simon at zach and quinn’s house.

she called zach and asked if it was alright for her to take their dog for a ride, which they happily obliged. she wiped her tears from flloyd’s lap and slipped on a pain of ripped skinny jeans. y/n threw on a grey sweatshirt with the words california west coast on it and laced up her black combat boots. she figured she’d pick up simon and grab coffee before going to the gym to see drake. she didn’t want to be a complete mess when she got there. while her black range rover was stopped at a red light, y/n put her hair up in a bun, annoyed at the strands that were blowing in her face from the widow she had cracked open. all y/n wanted to do was snuggle simon and give drake a hug.

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𝟭𝟬:𝟬𝟴 𝗔𝗠

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆/𝗻!

@ Y/N

honestly, if dogs didnt exist, i don’t think that id want to be here anymore. life without dogs would SUCK

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“simon! auntie y/n is here!” zach called out from the bedroom as simons paws hitting the floor drowned him out. the black french bulldog wagged his tail and shook at the sight of y/n. “hey buddy!” she leaned down, petting him. his tongue hung out from the side of his face as he looked up at her. small pants left his mouth and quinn walked up to greet y/n. “hey.” she looked up at quinn while continuing to pet the dog. “hey.” quinn responded, handing her simon’s black studded leash. “i’ll take good care of him, i promise.”

the two heard zach shout a ‘you better!’ before giggling at his response. “i will!” she turned her neck to the side to look over the edge of the wall at zach who was seated on the couch. “maybe i’ll even get you a pup cup. yeah! would you like that?!” simon let out a small bark before pawing his hand desperately and twirling around in circles, his big black ears flopping everywhere. “i think he would like that.” quinn laughed. y/n said her goodbyes after attaching the leash to his collar and walking him back to her car. “here, sit!” simon settled down in the seat as y/n walked over to the drivers seat. “you better not mess up the leather…”

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after picking up a coffee and a donut, y/n and simon were seated in the car, looking through the glass doors of the gym ahead. simon licked the pup cup residue off of his face as y/n worried about how her conversation with drake might go. she hadn’t realized the situation they were in when she called him. she forgot about the fight they had and how they hadn’t seen eachother in days. but after that nightmare, she felt like she needed her big brother. “hey, si,” she fondled the dogs ear and scratched the part she knew he liked. “uncle drake isn’t much of a dog person, so you gotta stay here. i know, i know. i’m gonna crack the window and leave the radio on, okay?i’ll be back in three minutes, i promise!”

her boots stepped up to the entrance as simon watched, his tongue hanging out, from the window. when she reached the floor she knew drake was on, she could hear josh’s voice and the sound of velcro ripping. drake was about to get ready for a warm up and was looking at something on his phone when his sister called his name. “drake?” the boy glanced up at her, taking in her appearance. everything about her seemed as usual until he saw the tears that began to water her eyes, threatening to spill. he wore a black hoodie and gym shorts and his posture was weak.

he sent her a solemn half-smile as she quickly raced into his arms. he picked his sister up and held her for a few minutes as she began crying into his blonde hair. “are you okay?” her voice was muffled. “of course i’m okay.” his arms were still wrapped around her, keeping her feet from reaching the ground. “am i okay?” she asked. “yeah.” he nodded into her hair, his body starting to sway as he held her. “are you sure?”

“yes, sis. i’m sure.” he clutched the back of her head with his hand as she took deep breaths into his neck. their were only two other people in the room, both of them uninterested in the vulnerable moment between the two. “i could never hate you, you know… do you hate me?” drake finally placed y/n’s feet back on the ground and backed away to look at her before he spoke. he just shook his head as her mouth stayed agape. “you’re my sister, y/n. we fight sometimes. it’s okay.” his words were comforting bricks that built her back up. “i hadn’t had dreams this vivid before since freddie went all psycho..“

“i know…” he pulled her close and rubbed her back. it was moments like these, that y/n loved her brother the most. when his dna wasn’t laced with anything; no hallucinogenics or paraphernalia in his veins. no alcohol, no drugs, just… drake. perfectly sober drake. “do you know why? ha-has anything been stressing you out recently?”

“no, i- well, i mean, you stress me out… and dickhead ramon…” y/n remarked.

“i’m sorry..” y/n wanted to tell him about her and flloyd but she just was too scared to ruin the mood.

oh, by the way, i’m sleeping with your best friend and he bought me a diamond necklace last night!

“do you think you want to contact dr. rose again?” y/n’s blood ran cold at his words. she immediately stiffened and backed away from his grasp. “no.” she shook her head, “no, no. i’m fine, i don’t need her-“

“but y/n,”

“i’m fine drake, i don’t need therapy anymore-“

“well, everyone needs therapy!”

yeah, everyone except you, mr. ihavemissedthepastsixappointmentswithmytherapist!

he didn’t know that she knew that, so she kept her mouth shut. “and plus, she was super nice to you when you last saw her!”

“i was a kid then..”

“so? y/n if you need help-“ he placed a hand on her shoulder, before she slapped it away. “i don’t need any fucking help, okay? i’m perfectly fine.” y/n spat back, looking down at the floor. “okay…fine! but if i hear about any more nightmares or anything, i’ll call her.” he warned his sister and gave her a quick goodbye hug.

yeah, whatever.

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it had been a while since y/n played around with her makeup. she used to film makeup looks and review products all the time, but recently she’s been so busy that she just hasn’t had the chance to really sit down and beat her face. tonight was going to be different, though. even though it was just a movie night, y/n still felt the urge to look extra nice. maybe it was because of how intimidating hazel was or maybe it was the fact that she’d probably be closer to vinnie than normal. usually when she saw vinnie, it would be from across the room. there would be other people there for him to talk to and focus on… but now, they’d be sitting on the same couch, in the same room, doing god knows what.

she was nervous. and after tripping and falling onto him at the gym that one time, she was determined not to make a fool of herself tonight.

and i want to look nice for flloyd too! of course..

after applying her foundation and setting it, she packed on the shimmery powder from her contour kit to highlight her cheekbones. she applied some bronzer before coating her lashes in mascara and rummaging around her bag for a lipstick. most of her makeup was at her and drakes place, so she didn’t have much to work with. she wasn’t sure what to wear. i mean, what are you supposed to wear to movie night at someone’s house when you’ve never hung out with them before? so, she just stayed in her jeans and sweatshirt and hoped for the best.

a sparkly peach blush compact had caught her eye instead, making her impulsively apply some to her cheeks before getting back on track and looking for lipstick. she grabbed her charlotte tillbury lipstick in the shade ‘pillow talk’ and rubbed some onto her lips. she looked ethereal. her skin was clear and glowing and her lips were plump and soft. satisfied, she smiled at herself.

“are we leaving?” flloyd called out. he wore a plain black tee shirt and some shorts as he sat down, waiting for his girlfriend to finish getting ready. he wasn’t quiet sure why she was doing her makeup in the first place. “yep!” she quickly fixed her messy bun and grabbed her phone. once she reached flloyd’s car, she watched as he typed in hazel’s address into his gps.

“dolled up huh? you look nice…”

“thanks.”

“this is gonna be a long night…” he sighed, gripping the steering wheel.

sure is.

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“it’s based off of a harry styles fanfiction?!”

“yes, okay! let’s go get this over with..”

the two exited the car and approached the door when her phone dinged.

hazel

hey, we are outback but the key is under the mat so you guys can just let yourselves in

that’s not very safe of her..

flloyd looked over at y/n after reading the message from over her shoulder and the two just shrugged before grabbing the key and opening the entrance. the inside was almost blinding. windows instituted throughout the house and white decor everywhere. it was the kind of house that stressed her out just by looking at it. like she’s too afraid to touch anything. she looked over to see flloyd looking back at her with the same gobsmacked expression. the house was almost completely silent, except for the music playing quietly on a stereo somewhere. her black boots hit the wooden floors, making her stay in place. “should we take our shoes off?” she spoke quietly.

“what?” a strand of hair was still in front of his eyelashes, like it was stuck, and his voice was quite louder than hers, making the girl giggle quietly. she moved the strand of hair out from his face, catching his attention. “our shoes. i said, should we take them off?” y/n didn’t want to be rude. she remembered the time she had her first sleepover at her friends house when she was only eight. she walked up the stairs and into the girls bedroom with her old light up sketchers. her friends father freaked out and acted as if she had lit their puppy on fire or something. she never wanted to do that again. from now on, she takes her shoes off as a precaution.

poor girl, you couldn’t blame her! growing up with her dad and drake— there was never a time when the floors weren’t dusty from shoe marks or wet from getting out of the tub without drying off. she’s not sure what age drakes ocd started developing, but once it did it just got worst. now she had to make sure not to ever, ever, wear shoes when entering his room. he wouldn’t let you in his room, barefoot either! socks or else, for drake havok, no negotiation.

flloyd shrugged and watched her slide off her boots before he did the same with his white converse. they continued throughout the house, feeling weird about just entering without being ushered in— but, hazel insisted. if there was one thing that was evident about the house, it was that it had been drenched in narcissism.

it started small with just framed portraits of hazel that were sprinkled here and there throughout the hallway. it was strange how almost none of the photographs had anyone else in them, just her. some pictures y/n was sure she had seen on the girls instagram before.

who the hell prints out selfies from instagram and frames them?

then it got worse. as the two walked by the kitchen and entered the living room, they were met with a huge—no— gigantic painting of none other than hazel. it was a pop art styled piece with an artists signature at the bottom. while some of hazel’s tattoos were shown, she noted that a few were missing, meaning the painting must have been done before she got some of them. flloyd couldn’t contain his laughter as y/n tried to keep a professional face and shoved him in the arm. “shh! we don’t know, she could be watching us with some high tech cameras… lord knows she has the money for it.” the large grey couch held multiple fuzzy pillows and a small round table. feeling nosy, y/n kept a slight distance while checking out the contents of the table. the furniture was glass, making it easy to see the small grey throw rug that it was placed on top of. there was a vase with a fake-looking, yet, real flower and a box of chocolates beside it. the box was opened, leaving only three left. flloyd grabbed a chocolate square and popped it into his mouth before y/n could protest.

“flloyd!” she whisper-shouted, smacking him on the arm. he jumped, careful not to let the treat fall from his mouth. “what?” he muttered with his mouth full, “i’m hungry.”

me too.

it was 6:20pm and the two decided to skip dinner just incase hazel and vinnie had plans. she was already regretting it as she felt her tummy start to rumble. the sunset shone off of something on the table, catching her eye. it was a slate grey rolling tray with small bits of weed residue and a black grinder on it. while she didn’t know that hazel smoked weed, she definitely wasn’t surprised. suddenly, faint splashing noises and a laugh that sounded like hazel’s, emerged from ahead. she peered up to see a glass slider that led to a deck with a hot tub on it. y/n felt sick at the sight, wishing she never walked up to the slider.

hazel sat on the seat in the hot tub with her arms wrapped around vinnie’s neck. her boobs, concealed in a leopard print bikini, were pressed up against him. he was basically resting his head on her chest as he blew smoke into her mouth. an arm draped outside of the tub, holding a blunt between his fingers. he took another drag before leaning back as hazel began to straddle him, leaving hickeys down his neck and sucking right above where his right nipple was.

what in the actual fuck.

why did i come?

flloyd knocked on the slider, seeming unfazed about how explicit the two were being. vinnie jumped up, putting out the blunt on the side of the hot tub. “hey….guys! welcome!” hazel smiled, raising her hands in the air. flloyd took in her body, looking at every tattoo she had that was on display. seeing the couple together made y/n realize just how similar they looked. both of them with messy wet hair and covered in chains and tattoos. maybe they were perfect for each other.

but maybe they weren’t.

“sorry guys! we got a little carried away.” everyone stood there awkwardly, before vinnie spoke up. “shit, sorry man. did you want some?” he motioned to the blunt he had. “i would have loved some, but it’s alright.”

y/n furrowed her eyes and looked up at him.

what? you don’t smoke, flloyd. the fuck are you talking about?

god, he is such a poser sometimes.

vinnie just nodded as hazel stepped out from the tub. “alright, let me just get decent for you guys and then we can watch the movie.”

“okay…” feeling generous and holding onto the slim hope that maybe her and hazel could form a friendship, y/n offered to help with snacks.

“do you need me to help with popcorn?”

“oh, no. thanks, i’ve got it.”

“oh, well… it’s really no problem.”

“i’ll do it, i don’t want you to mess it up!” she laughed.

mess it up?

excuse me?

does she think i’m too incompetent to put popcorn in a microwave?

vinnie followed after her to her bedroom as the two stood on the deck. she couldn’t help but notice the red marks left on him. something about knowing that it was hazel who gave them to him, pissed her off, and flloyd noticed. sitting on the couch, their gaze lifted to vinnie who sat on the far right side. while flloyd sat on the other side of y/n, that left her in the middle…. which was just awkward. vinnie quickly ran to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. “ugh, i gotta pee, i’ll be right back.” flloyd skipped to the bathroom, knowing where it was from earlier when they were snooping. vinnie entered as flloyd leaved, holding two water bottles in his hands.

great, leave me alone with vinnie.

“nice lipstick.”

she was shocked at vinnie’s words as the two of them stayed seated on the couch, only two feet apart. he saw the seas of curiosity that misted her eyes and smirked. unaware of his intentions, y/n thanked him.

“you’re welcome. it’s pretty.” he handed her a water bottle and watched her take a sip from it, before finishing his sentence. “but i’m sure it would look prettier smudged.” she felt her throat close up at his words and thrusted her head forwards, trying her best not to choke. vinnie laughed at how flustered she was. “i hate you, hacker.”

“you think i want to be here with you? trust me, y/n, i hate you more.” his voice was husky and his jaw was clenched, small water droplets still framing his face. as if on cue, flloyd entered the room.

“hey.” vinnie nodded his head. he had changed into a new pair of black gym shorts, ones y/n had seen him in many times before, and a black tank top.

“hi, man. what’s up?” vinnie repeated, after a long moment of silence. when no one had answered him, he decided to make sure that y/n knew that he was in no means, talking to her, and that flloyd knew that too. flloyd looked over at him, “oh, nothing.” his eyes were set back onto his phone while vinnie still looked past y/n and at her boyfriend.

why was flloyd being so rude?

“nice…nice.” his jaw clenched as he took a sip of his water bottle.

dude, i’m just trying to make small talk.

y/n played with the chipped nail polish on her thumbs as vinnie spoke again. “are you into chick flicks like hazel is, or are you and i in the same boat?”

“uh huh…” flloyd mumbled, clearly not giving a fuck about what vinnie was saying.

okay than, suck my dick.

what the actual fuck does y/n even see in him?

“yeah, nice talking to you.” vinnie muttered under his breath, standing to his feet and walking by the couch. he was about to go check on hazel when she suddenly sprinted down the hallway. y/n’s stomach dropped at vinnie’s tone of voice. she felt bad for him.

i mean, he’s only trying to start conversation.

she involuntarily sent a glare to drake as hazel walked around with blankets and a bucket of popcorn. “okay, here’s your blanket and here’s me and vinnie’s.” while hazel and vinnie had a huge pink fuzzy blanket, y/n was handed a grey knitted blanket with holes in it that looked like it had been through a whole world war.

the fuck is this?

she smiled though, and acted as if it was the nicest blanket in the world. her stomach growled as she watched hazel plop a piece of popcorn into her mouth and throw one into vinnies.

where’s my popcorn? :(

hazel snuggled into vinnie’s side as she pressed play on the movie. all y/n cared about was making sure that no one could hear her extremely loud stomach.

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while the two love birds on her right where chatting and flirting away, y/n couldn’t even get flloyd to talk to her. everytime she looked over at him, he was just typing away on his phone; ignoring her and the movie. y/n frowned, scooting farther from him. “okay, wait— i haven’t seen the first one, so he.. he made a bet on her?”

“mmhmm.”

“and she still wants him?”

“yep.”

who the fuc-

“i know, but come on, it’s hardin scott!” flloyd’s phone rang, causing him to ask them to hold on so he could answer. “hm? mmhmm… yeah, i’ll be right there.”

oh finally. my prince in armor has come up with an excuse to get us out of here!

“so, i gotta go.” he shoved his phone into his pocket and raced for his converse. “what?! why?”

“that was your brother, he needs something.”

“oh my gosh, is he okay?”

“yeah! yeah, he-he’s fine.”

“okay, so let me come with-“y/n reasoned. “no! if he finds out that we were together, it’ll blow our cover! i’ll be right back, alright?” vinnie saw how all of the color in y/n’s face drained at his words. he wasn’t sure what exactly she was feeling, but all he knew was she wasn’t very happy.

what a fantastic boyfriend, y/n!

sweetheart, you can do so much better.

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while they continued to watch the movie, vinnie couldn’t help but hear y/n’s stomach making noises. he could tell that she was hungry, and while he didn’t know much about her, he knew she wasn’t the kind of person to ask someone for food. so, he stood up and grabbed a bag of cheetos from the kitchen and sat down. a minute later, he exaggerated a sigh. “ugh, i don’t feel like cheetos anymore..” he acted, making an uncertain face and looking over to see y/n perched up at the words he said. “here.” he tossed the bag of cheetos onto her lap, making her eyes light up. he leaned backwards so hazel wasn’t in the way of her and smiled at her. y/n mouthed a ‘thank you’ and he mouthed a ‘you’re welcome’ back.

y/n hated vinnie hacker, but this vinnie hacker? she could deal with. y/n wished that he could be like this all the time. this was the side of him that made her want to tear herself apart from the inside.

why does he make me feel like this?

y/n ate her cheetos while watching the movie, until the first dreaded sex scene played. she watched harden kiss tessa feverishly while gripping her ass before turning her around and mounting her. hazel giggled and began tugging on vinnie’s hair suggestively as she watched.

why is she touching me, what the hell just happened-

oh. sex scene.

while hardin kissed tessa’s inner thighs, y/n felt her own thighs begin to clench.

no, okay? don’t be horny, not with them right next to you.

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flloyd had messaged y/n, letting her know that he wouldn’t be able to pick her up and that she’d have to ask them for a ride. which of course meant that she would be alone with the couple for the rest of the night. not only that, but hazel’s house was hot. way too hot for y/n’s liking, and she began to feel suffocated in her sweatshirt. her eyes looked over at hazel and took in the tank top and calvin klein underwear shorts she wore. her top had ‘for those who sin’ embroidered on it and her legs were basically naked. “god, it’s hot in here…”

“oh, yeah. hey, just take off your sweatshirt! it must be killing you.”

um… what?

“but, i only have a bra on under it..”

“so? i’m in underwear, girl! you’ll fit right in, come on!”

“umm… i think i-“ she was cut off by water seeping through her shirt and looked up to see vinnie holding his water bottle. “oops! sorry!” he smiled.

you dick.

“well now you have to take it off! come on, it’s just us!”y/n rolled her eyes and peeled off the shirt, showing her bra and bare chest for the two to see. her bra was white and lace with a small pink bow in the middle and the sight of her in it made vinnie do a double take.

fuck.

he didn’t know what he expected her bra to look like, but it definitely wasn’t that. he gulped before putting his focus back on the tv. “i’m gonna grab another water, do you want one?”

“no, i’m okay.” vinnie declined and watched her walk down the hallway. it took everything in him not to lock his eyes on y/n’s bare chest. he had to pink his kneecaps and grind his teeth to keep himself preoccupied. when hazel came back, she sat on the edge of the sofa instead of the middle. now, vinnie had a perfect view of y/n in all her glory. raking a hand through his hair, he focused his gaze on the tv.

every now and then, his sunken brown eyes would flicker down to her cleavage. the way she was sitting with her knees pressed against her and the television light shining down on her— oh, god was it pornographic. all of that skin, blank. just waiting for his devilish mouth to sink into and leave marks that not even a shower could wash off.

fuck, vinnie, stop it.

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everything was going perfectly fine until the shower scene. hazel sat on vinnie’s lap, still out of view for his gaze on y/n. he tried getting her to switch sides so he wouldn’t be tempted to look over, but she wouldn’t budge. vinnie watched as hardin pulled the girls panties down and couldn’t help but wonder if y/n’s bottoms matched her bra. he watched hardin lather the soap into tessa’s back, massaging her body up and down. flashbacks from when y/n fell on top of him flooded his thoughts. how smooth her arms felt when he gripped them as he stood up. how disheveled she looked, her hair a mess and face all bashful. testing the waters, he returned his eyes onto y/n’s body. not just taking in her tits, but her face too. the innocent look in her eyes as she watched the explicit scene had him weak in the knees.

so innocent… i want to break her.

y/n observed hardin as he made out with tessa in the shower. she found herself focusing on his tattoos and the way that the water slid down them. she couldn’t help but think back at how vinnie looked in that hot tub. the steam and bubbles he sat in and how sinful he looked with his chains and tattoos as he took another hit. she imagined how good of a kisser he’d be. how his tongue would fit underneath her’s and how rough he’d tug on her hair if it was them instead, in the shower. the moans that left tessa’s mouth and the way her body shook as hardin paid mind to every single inch of her body, had y/n clenching her thighs and feeling a second heartbeat. she wondered what vinnie would sound like moaning. how fast he would go, how hard. biting her lip, y/n looked over at vinnie, only to see him staring back at her.

fuck.

the way hazel sat on his lap, made him even more turned on. “i’m gonna grab another pillow-“ vinnie interrupted hazel by digging his hands into her waist. “wait, you might have to wait a second…” hazel got the hint and laughed mischievously, making y/n’s hands go numb. she began to grind down slowly, which resulted in him throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. the intensity of the scene made her drop her drink and y/n shifted her position, now laying down on her stomach and holding herself up on her elbows as she reached down for her water bottle. vinnie opened his eyes and looked over to see her boobs practically spilling out of her bra. he averted his vision to the tv, only to see tessa on her knees, preparing to suck hardin off.

for fucks sake, i can’t take this.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom… vinnie, babe, i need your help with something!” she felt his hard on pressed against her, and decided it was time to make a move, no matter who was in the room with them or not.“mmhmm, yep!” he jumped quickly after her.

“wait! should i pause it?”

“oh, no! i’ll just rewatch it in the morning!” hazel quipped, a hand around her neck as vinnie tugged her into in the bathroom. y/n heard vinnie let out a groan and plead an, ‘i need you so fucking badly.’ before closing the door.

great.

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y/n could practically hear it all. the grunting, the slamming, the moaning. she tried her best to focus on the movie but it was hard when the walls were shaking so bad that she could hear the floor creak. vinnie and hazel had been going at it for so long, that y/n lost track of time and eventually finished the movie. she sat their, idiotically, on her phone, scrolling through tiktok while trying to ignore the fact that vinnie was fucking the soul out of hazel just a few feet away. she grew tired and changed the channel to mtv. reruns of old music videos played as y/n began to hum along. it was now past midnight and her brain began to feel fuzzy.

♫ 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲

shit, i have to get home still.

she then remembered that she wouldn’t be going home, but would instead being going to flloyd’s. her boyfriend. sighing, she laid her head against the pillow, feeling the soft texture against her bare stomach. she continued playing games on her phone when a very disheveled hazel and vinnie entered.

every breath you take

every move you make

“i call the couch!” vinnie yawned, seemingly out of it.“ugh, no fair! i call the…bed. fuck, i’m tired! vinnie, make sure you come back to bed and see our guest out!”

every bond you break

every step you take

i’ll be watching you

“yeah, yeah!” he mumbled, his hair a mess and flopping around everywhere. vinnie turned into a child whenever he was tired. “i’m sorry, i’m so fucking tired..” he looked up at y/n with sarrow-filled eyes. “it’s okay! it’s fine, get some rest.”

every single day

every word you say

“you mind if i just…” the boys hair hit her thigh as his face landed onto the couch, laying right next to her legs. he held an arm out that draped over y/n’s knee and off of the couch.

every game you play

every night and day

i’ll be watching you

a moment passed before vinnie clutched y/n’s thigh and pulled her closer, now resting his head onto her lap as his face softened under the light of the tv. he looked so innocent. y/n reached out to touch his hair before stopping herself.

i have a boyfriend.

but, this isn’t cheating! just… playing with hair, that’s all.

oh cant you see?

you belong to me

she found herself caressing vinnie’s cheek, taking in the small freckles that scattered his skin. she haven’t touched him or been this close to him since she fell on him. the type of energy he fed her from just a single touch, was remarkable. when vinnie was unconscious, he seemed so pure. she found herself wanting to protect the boy who laid on her lap. his pink lips were slightly parted as snores left his mouth. y/n felt special. she felt… lucky to be able to see vinnie so vulnerable. a drop of water hit her hand as she played with his curls.

how my poor heart aches

with every step you take

time went on, yet, y/n hadn’t noticed that she was crying. she couldn’t figure out why.

why would i be upset?

what ever could it be?

since you’ve gone i’ve been lost without a trace

i dream at night i can only see your face

the realization hits her like an antidepressant she had fiend to take. shaking her head, she let the tears fall, careful not to let any land on the boy.

i look around but it’s you i can’t replace

i feel so cold and i long for your embrace

his unconscious fingers pressed against her ankle as she fought the urge to play with them. it hurt her, doing this, but it was like a car crash; you don’t want to look but you just can’t look away. the reason she was upset was the car that slammed into her in that moment.

i keep crying, baby, baby please

oh cant you see?

you belong to me

it’s because he isn’t yours.

and how my poor heart aches

with every step you take

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“love is a disease and disease knows no laws.” - ivan turgenev

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 3 years

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Just One More Minute

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you grow tired of bucky constantly leaving you in dark when it comes to his feelings. finally, you have enough.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: ANGST, slight fluff, meet-cute, bucky is a dick, slight smut, heartbreak, no happy endings !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i got inspired to write this, though i didn't mean to make it so sad. sorry not sorry. *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The once filled basket of freshly baked bread had begun to dwindle down over time. What once began as a taste of heaven on your tongue, turned into a painful reminder of your unfortunate circumstance.

It was your one year anniversary; 365 days with the blue eyed brunette, and yet you were the only occupant of the two person table that evening.

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

In the beginning of your relationship, it was rough. You knew of his backstory that was released to the public, so you knew it would be difficult to get him to love you properly.

Being a soldier for so long, shutting himself off to love, it had him confused on how to go about his new affair.

Bucky was apprehensive to start up a romance with someone, per his therapist's advice. He never saw himself capable, not worthy of love. But then that glorious day happened over a year ago, when he met you.

He was standing in the aisle of the nearby corner store, staring at the plethora of microwaveable options. The growling of his stomach could be heard throughout the bodega as he pondered his choices. The brunette didn’t realize he had been standing there for some time until he heard a soft giggle to his left.

The sharp turn of his head and piercing eyes had your actions die down in your throat.

But those intense eyes of his quickly turned into longing ones as he took you in. There was something indescribable about you that had him unconsciously drawn to you.

“Sorry I-,” your voice faltered, “You were standing there for so long, I couldn’t help it.”

Buckys’ mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, desperately trying to form a string of coherent words.

Gulping down his nerves, he took turns looking back and forth at you and the shelved meals. “It’s alright. I’m just trying to find something to eat. Not that great at cooking.” The last part comes out in an ashamed mutter, embarrassed that he was an 106-year-old man that couldn’t even work a stove.

The laugh that came out of you was melodic, making him feel like he could conquer any feat as long as his ears were graced with that lovely sound escaping from your lips.

“It’s no problem, we all gotta start somewhere right?”

He was expecting you to ridicule him; scoff at the fact that a grown man could only make meals by pressing a few buttons on a whirling machine. Or even pity him. Show him eyes of commiseration at the unfortunate circumstances that he had faced in his long-lived life.

But you didn’t do any of that, instead you assisted him on his quest for a late night meal. You showed him how he could turn a simple 3 minute cup of ramen into a filling meal with just a few more ingredients.

From that moment on he was enamored but you.

It took him a while to officially ask you on a date, the two of you only meeting up for ‘hang outs’ whenever you both weren’t busy with work.

But then late at night one day, after an encouraging pep talk from Yori, he showed up to your apartment gripping onto a bouquet of daffodils for dear life.

He had a speech prepared, but once you opened your door and your breathtaking eyes locked onto his, he was at a loss for words. His planned speech evaporated from his mind.

It wasn’t until you looked down at the bouquet, a faint gasp from you snapping him out of his mind and placing him back in the moment.

“Would you like to accompany me to dinner this weekend?”

From there it was history.

It didn’t take long after for Bucky to ask you to be his, though even then he had some doubts.

‘What if I scare her off? What if I push her away from me? What if she realizes how much of a fuck up I am? What if I somehow revert back to the old me around her, hurting her in the process?’ All of those questions plagued his mind, the last one in particular.

He knows that with the help of Ayo and members of the Dora Milaje, the brainwashing that HYDRA placed in him was eradicated. But he couldn’t help but wonder if one day it could somehow come back, resulting in him being unable to control his actions around you.

Six months into the relationship, you had had enough of your boyfriends apprehensiveness and called him out on it.

“Why is it that everytime I have to initiate things between us,” you questioned, frustration evident in your tone, “I have to go out of my way to plan things for us as a couple. Do you just not want to be with me anymore, is that it?”

Bucky sat there, silently mulling over your words. Without a peep coming from his mouth, you took his silence as his answer and began to pack up your belongings.

His body was instantly filled with fear. It was then he realized that he was acting out on one of his fears which was driving you out of his life.

You were halfway towards the door when he shot up from his seat on the couch.

“I’m scared that one day I might end up hurting you! Like actually hurting you.”

Upon hearing his words, you stopped in your tracks and pondered his statement. You knew about some of the things he was forced to do as the Winter Soldier. The people he killed, innocent families broken due to his actions. But you also knew that he had no control of them. What he did have control over was the current life he had laid out in front of him.

That evening, Bucky fully opened himself up to you. He told you everything; growing up with Steve and looking out for him, being enlisted in the 107th infantry, falling off the bridge and being taken prisoner of HYDRA, all the adventures with the Avengers and eventually how he was able to overcome the hold that the organization had on him for years. He even showed you his notebook, a gift from his best friend, filled with names of people he still needed to make amends with in the world.

It was difficult for him, being so vulnerable with someone, an emotion he never saw himself leaning into. But you welcomed his openness, informing him about how despite his past, you weren’t going to abandon him upon knowing the truth.

That night, you two made love for the first time. The usual rough intimate moments were set aside for a more passionate affair.

Bucky took his time that evening, caressing every curve of your body. Laying kisses across the expanse of your figure, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he took you apart underneath him.

With your bare and sweaty frame, pressed against his, he placed his forehead against yours.

His body rocked, his thick shaft languidly stroking your walls; in an effort to savor every inch of your sweet heat.

Locking eyes with you, Bucky watched as your lids became hooded, heavy with desire. Your pupils dilating, while your breaths came out in pants, warming up his face.

With such an intimate moment unfolding, he felt like it was only right to utter the 3 words he had been scared to say to you for so long.

“I love you.”

After that lovely night with you, things started to get better between the two of you.

He made it his mission to spend more time with you, planning events himself instead of subjecting you to the task.

Things got better, but one day about a month ago rescinded all progress he successfully made between you two.

Sam had realized that Bucky had found someone due to his constant texting and smiles he directed at his phone. And after a while of teasing and questioning, Bucky finally told him about you.

Overjoyed for his friend, he invited you two for dinner with his sister and nephews down in Louisiana, in hopes to find out who broke through his friend's tough demeanor.

It was a pleasant weekend, filled with laughter and good food. The weather was a drastic difference to what you were used to back in the city, but you welcomed it with open arms, grateful to get away from your monotonous routine of life.

You were watching Sam playing with Cass and AJ, with Bucky laying by your side.

“You ever think about having kids, Buck?”

The statement caused him to tense up, which you quickly took notice of.

“I’m not saying for us to have kids right now,” you fretted, “Just y’know in the future. Could you see it?”

Bucky didn’t know how to properly answer, so he simply shrugged, hoping that would satisfy your questioning.

When the two of you left the south and headed back home after your mini getaway, things became tense again.

You picked up on his sudden, and often, late nights at the bar for the next 2 weeks. The stench of alcohol that he could never get drunk off of would fill your nose every time he came home late at night. Always choosing to sleep on the couch instead of the bed that you were able to get him adjusted to over time.

Long, meaningful conversations turned into brief sentences with him obviously looking for ways to escape your questioning gaze.

You had brought it up with him one morning, as he woke up to the sounds of your movements in the kitchen. He tried to sneak out while your back was turned to him, when he heard your broken voice speak out.

“If bringing up kids was a sore subject, I apologize James. But it’s something that, as a couple, is normal for us to talk about. Which you’re not doing by the way, you’re just going back to your old ways and ignoring me.”

Bucky felt guilty, especially knowing how you only addressed him with his first name when you were mad.

He took a deep breath and turned to face you, his heart getting heavy when he took in your glossy eyes and quivering lips. “You’re right doll, I’m sorry.”

Walking over towards you in the kitchen, he pulled you into his frame, rubbing the small of his back with his flesh hand while placing his chin in the crook of your neck.

Without looking at you, he proceeded to explain his behavior. How, with everything he had been through in life, he never saw himself becoming a father. Never felt like he was worthy enough to experience the blessing of fatherhood.

“It’s an accomplishment that I never saw myself experiencing in my lifetime,” he muttered to you.

You could tell how much the topic took a toll on him due to his erratic heart beating inside his chest.

“I know you think that you’re not worthy of love, whether it be romantic or familial. But, James Buchanan Barnes, you are deserving of all the wonderful things that life has to offer.”

Bucky pulled his face away from your shoulder to showcase a beaming smile. “Doll, how the hell did I get lucky enough to call you mine?”

Giggles left you as you reciprocated the same smile to the brunette, “Hmm, I think an unexpected trip to the corner store on my end had something to do with it. Your adorable face did play a very big part in it though.”

Leaning towards you, Bucky molded his lips into yours, melting into the feel of your soft touch.

After a few moments, you pulled away and nuzzled your face into him. “Speaking of accomplishments, you do know what’s in 2 weeks right?”

Bucky froze once again, remembering the upcoming date. He realized he hadn’t answered your question when your body began to tense up.

“Y-yeah (Y/N), our anniversary. How could I forget? I have something planned, don’t you worry.”

You tried to relax your muscles but couldn’t due to the unwavering tone you heard in his voice at his last comment.

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

You had dressed up to the nines that evening, getting ready to meet up with Bucky that evening at the restaurant where you had your first date.

Wearing a black figure hugging dress, and minimal makeup you sat there and waited for your companion. But after an hour had now passed, your once happy self was riddled with sorrow.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but if the rest of your party isn’t showing up, then-”

“Just one more minute. Please,” you pleaded with the server.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but it’s been an hour and my manager says I need to sit another couple here,” his voice laced with pity.

With the sorry-filled stares from other patrons, you stood up and gathered your coat and bag before heading towards the door. You stood outside, with tears cascading down your face as you took in the gravity of the situation.

You never thought Bucky would hurt you, physically at least. Yes, he had made some unfortunate actions in his past, but you thought that you would be able to move past it together.

Now standing here, you realized that though you loved Bucky with all of your heart, he could never entirely love you the same.

So you made your way back to his apartment, and found a box and packed up any of your items you had left around.

Double checking you had everything you owned, you grabbed a loose scrap of paper and wrote a goodbye to the man that you loved.

‘I’m sorry, but I can’t deal with this anymore. I will always care for you, Buck. But I can’t handle being left in the dark while you deal with your issues on your own, instead of coming to me so we could work through them together. Making me fight to get the truth out of you. I wish you the best of luck in life and that you’re able to solve whatever is going on with you. And I sincerely hope, in time, you are able to love someone as much as I loved you.’

Setting the pen and paper down, alongside of your key to his place, you took one more look around the space and walked out of it and his life for good.

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Bucky sat there nursing a beer, scratching away the condensation soaked label. He knew the alcohol did nothing due to the super serum running through his veins, but he needed something to try and dull the ache in his heart.

He knew standing you up, especially tonight, was cruel. He just didn’t know how to go about his relationship with you anymore.

And as he sat there on his bar stool, dressed in a suit, he realized he broke one of Dr. Raynors’ rules; and worst it involved you.

‘Rule number two. Nobody gets hurt, it’s a big one.’

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 3 years

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One Night Masterlist

summary: Alex always thought by her mid/late twenties she would be married and probably have one kid. But sadly that seems to not be the way her life is going, especially with the way her dating life is going. With starting a new life in New Jersey, she hopes that this will be the new start she needs. But there is just one thing she wants to take care of before her twenty-seventh birthday. Lose her virginity

themes: fluff, 18+ smut + angst

New Jersey/College AU | Older/Virgin Older OFC (Alexandrina) + Grayson

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 3 years

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Woah!!! Part 2 to Reader getting in an accident after an arguement with Gray???

{part 1}

there were many moments in grayson dolan’s 21 years on earth where he felt incredibly blessed to have a twin brother, especially one like ethan. from being his best friend and number one supporter in anything, to sharing food and girl advice, learning and growing together and being grayson’s right hand man through life, he had never been more grateful to have ethan by his side in this moment.

that and the fact ethan had purchases a car that can exceed a speed of up to 199.5 mph, meant they wasted no time in getting grayson to the hospital to be reunited with you.

as he sat in the passenger seat, legs bouncing uncontrollably with fear and anxiousness, tears softly rolling down his cheeks, he clutched tightly to the stuffed animal in his hands. a sight for anyone who would laugh at a 200 pound man, crying and cuddling a teddy.

petal, your stuffed elephant, was a childhood teddy your mother had given you the day you were born. you never slept without petal, she was a third wheel in your relationship with grayson as she offered you the same comfort he did every night being away from family home. home was anywhere grayson was, but petal was also a piece of the family you left behind when staffing a new life with the man you loved.

grayson knew you better than anyone and he could guarantee that when you woke up, because he wholeheartedly knew you were- his strong brave girl and you couldn't leave him- that petal would be the first thing you would want to see as much as his angel eyes. the stuffed animal also brought grayson a sense of comfort and reassurance having her with him.

grayson didn't even allow ethan the chance to drive into the car park of the emergency room before he was taking off and sprinting to the reception desk. teddy in hand as he panted out your first and last name. shocking the nurse at his panicked state, dishevelled appearance and the continuous fidgeting on the heels of his feet.

“y/n-y/n y/l/n… she’s in a coma. pleas-please i need to see her. she needs- she needs me.”

“may i ask your relationship to the patient?”

growing impatient, grayson raises his temper to the next level. the longer he was kept away from you, the more agitated he became.

“my girlfriend is fighting for her life right now! i need to see her, i don’t have time for this!”

“bro-” ethan came running in, throwing the tesla in the first available space before jogging after his fragile brother and coming to be the calm, sensible one in this situation. “let me handle it.”

reluctantly grayson stood off to the side, his ears perking and eyes desperately following every patient being rushed through the automatic doors, every doctor or nurse walking past him with sympathetic looks. he hoped someone would tell him what's going on and where you were. the waiting game was torture, but it was only just beginning.

“they’re gonna take us to her now, c’mon.” ethan pulls grayson down the maze like corridors to where the receptionist who he had to apologise profusely for his twins attitude earlier, lead them to the room where apart of grayson was fighting for her life. fighting for his life. he was nothing without you.

ethan let grayson walk in first, accidentally colliding into the back of grayson as he stood frozen outside the door and mentally prepared himself for a sight he never wished to see. his breathing hitched as he took in the sight of you battered and braised. covered head to toe in a mixture of dirt, dried blood and bandages, as the only thing keeping you alive right now were the medical tubes swarming your precious body.

grayson felt his heart shatter into a million pieces inside him. he couldn’t help but feel tears well up in his eyes, imagining how bad your accident had been to the point where you were put into a coma and how he wasnt there to protect you like he has always promised. he pictured how scared you must have been, all alone and defenceless.

with rushed but easy strides, grayson was at your side before ethan even got the chance to thank the nurse and follow behind. not wanting to cause you any further pain or discomfort, grayson gently placed petal under your arm, keeping her close to your body and secure so you wouldn't lose her even in your unconscious state. with a shakey breath, he plants a soft kiss on yours then petals forehead, his own slient way of commciaing to you that he was there. that you had nothing to worry about because he was finally there to protect you.

“hey my sweet girl. im right here, im here and i love you. so much.”

“fight for me yeah? for us.”

grayson automatically took the seat next to your hospital bed, reaching forward to hold your hand kindly in his own as he vowed to himself he wouldn’t leave your beside until you woke up. no matter how long it was going to take. weeks, months, years, he was willing to wait for you.

grayson vividly remembered being told that the brain of a coma patient may continue to work. it might “hear” the sounds in the environment, like the footsteps of someone approaching or the voice of a loved one speaking. he made sure to continually talk to you about everything and anything on his mind. referencing back to the time you would take late night drives and talk about life hand in hand and contently in love.

when discussing your future together on a late night monty’s run, this definitely wasn’t how he envisioned it would turn out to be. what once was a shared dream, was now a shared nightmare.

“e’s here too.”

“hey squirt.” ethan felt stupid speaking aloud to someone who wouldn't respond to him, but the small smile it coaxed on grayson’s face, after hours of sadness, made it worth while. grayson always valued the sibling friendship you and ethan shared. he didn’t even pause for a minute to think about your accident had affected him also, until he hard the nickname ethan often uses to tease you.

swallowing the lump in his throat, grayson spoke up again.

“im sorry. im so fucking sorry. i meant nothing i said earlier, fuck im an idiot. i love you baby, always and forever.”

“we aren't going anywhere you hear me. you come back to us ok, show me those pretty eyes of yours baby. let me hear your laugh, let me see your smile, you gotta wake up for me- please wake up for me.”

grayson begged and pleaded with your unresponsive body. the sound of your heart rate monitor being the only sign you gave him as his eyes focused on your lifeless body. desperately hoping for so much as a flinch from you or a miracle to happen.

he caressed your hand slowly, continuing to cry silently as he looked over to you, feeling like this was all his fault. “i’m sorry” he choked out, resting his head down against the back of your hand. “this is all my fault. i’m so sorry baby.”

grayson wish you could say something back, even if it was to spite him and call him out for his outburst hours earlier. he just wanted to hear your voice again.

“grayson, none of this was your fault!” ethan was quick to jump to grayson’s defence, hating the way his brother was beating himself up over something that was out of his control. ethan feared how grayson would react if the worst case scenario of turning your life support machine off would happen. it didn’t bare to think about.

hearing a knock at the door, grayson wiped his tears quickly before turning to see the doctor was approaching grayson with a warm smile. grayson felt a sense of relief finally meeting the incredible man tasked with saving your life.

“here’s some personal belongings that they recovered at the scene. this seemed to be the only thing to survive the terrible ordeal.” he said, handing grayson an all to familiar box of the watch brand he had non stop being gushing about.

as the doctor made his swift exit, promising to return shortly and check on your progress, grayson opened the box to reveal the item that causes you to end up where you were right now. with no pieces of his heart left to break, grayson felt numb.

the engraving of the date grayson first told you he loves you, joined together by your pairing initials, elegantly graced the under face of the watch. he swapped his old one with the new, staring down at the jewellery on his wrist that held a brand new meaning from the simple pleasure of owning it, he planned to never take it off.

everything seem to make sense now. the guy in the scandalous photo become Crystal clear as he recognised him to be the gentlemen from his brief encounter when trying to surprise ethan with a housewarming gift. much like what you were doing for grayson. he realised it now, when it was too late.

you never cheated on him. you never betrayed him. never used him. he discredited the great lengths you went to in order to surprise him with his dream watch. his own insecurities and the fact he was easily manipulated by twitter fingers and his so called fans, may be the reason you never wake up.

was this watch the only thing to survive the accident? grayson was about to find out.

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 3 years

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favorite crime

sebastian stan x actress! reader

based on 'favorite crime' by Olivia Rodrigo

mentions of: cheating, and friends disaproval

a/n: sorry I haven't posted recently I just graduated and I have a bunch of things in the works!

“So, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” Sebastian asks

“Well, I was thinking about how weird this is, the whole us thing,” you say motioning your hand between Sebastian and you

“Do you mean our relationship? y/n my last relationship was already crumbling down before that day” he says mentioning the day he kissed you

“The press is going to explode,” you say holding your head

“They aren’t going to explode, they might freak out yes” Sebastian jokes and sits down on your black couch in your living room

“You know that I love you so bad, right?” he asks holding his arms out so you can hug him

“Yes, but-” you were cut off with Sebastian taking your waist and making you cuddle with him on the couch and started to tickle you which erupted in loud waves of laughter

“Sebastian stop!”

“NEVER!” he exclaims

“So, what’s going on with the falcon and the winter soldier? Are you almost done filming” you ask Sebastian when he finally let go of your torso, you were in his house and were just having fun, the question was already answered by Mackie himself, he told you a few weeks ago that they have finished the show, so you want to see how Sebastian will recover from this

“No, I think we have a few more weeks left and then after that, I’m all yours” your heart sank when he answered that, you couldn’t believe yourself, or how you let him treat you like shit, and you were self-sabotaging yourself, you were his willing accomplice

“Speaking of, I have to go, were having a table read for the next scene,” he says getting up and going to the door where his sweater hung up “bye see you later, love you” he screams while leaving, your eyes were doe-eyed and ready to burst out with tears, he was slowly killing your all too fragile heart, one day at a time, one heart broke, four hands bloody, you were the one letting him do this to you after all. What were you scared of? all the things you did for the man to call him yours were all for nothing so he can be handed to another woman, you won’t blame the other girl, it was Sebastian who sought her out. You hoped this was his favorite crime, making you feel like jack-shit.

He used you as an alibi so he seemed like the sweet caring person, you were known for being nice and polite, Americas sweetheart even. You promised you would never cheat on someone, and he did too, but that was a lie, he was not loyal and he was cheating on you.

“Hey, are you ready, were leaving” Sebastian cut your memory off, you were going to meet up with some of your friends you insisted that Sebastian should stay, but he insisted he was going, and you let him after much debate, you grabbed your purse and got your keys, Sebastian was outside your front door and you in his car. You were going to meet your friends at a diner which is the most LA thing you have ever done. When Sebastian finally found a parking spot, you both got out, you met your friends at Mel’s Drive-In diner in Hollywood. You were walking hand in hand with Sebastian and were looking for our friends. You could hear your name being called and looking in the direction to meet eyes with one of your friends, you tell Sebastian and you could see your friend’s mouth drop seeing him next to you, especially when they see you holding hands with him. They might as well be dead.

“Hello,” you say sitting down in the booth

“Hey y/n...and Sebastian” your friends trailed off

“What’s going on here?” she says pointing between the two of you

“Umm, we're dating..again,” Sebastian says looking at your expression and then to your friends, you were starting to burn up

“But-”

“Don’t, please” you cut Amelia off

“He legit broke your heart,” Sam continues what Amelia wanted to say

“Yes, I know,” you say with wide eyes

“And you’re letting him do it again" Amelia says

“He’s a great guy, look I promise if he hurts me again I'll break it off,” you say completely forgetting Sebastian was there

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself instead of us,” Amelia says and you hear sirens, it was quite often you heard them so you brushed it off.

“How did you guys even start this, aren’t you dating someone?” Sam asks Sebastian

“I was, umm… but I left her, for y/n,” Sebastian says moving his arm around your shoulder so it could rest there

“Well that makes you look even worse,” Sam says drinking her cold beverage. You smile at the two, if your friends that you know so very well act like this, imagine the press and the fans. It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do because you’re going down, but you were doing it with Sebastian.

“Sebastian! Oh my god” you say in pure shock, you found him balls deep inside another woman which made you almost cry at the sight, he has shared your location with you and so you followed it, to find him here, cheating on you. That was the final straw, he officially broke your heart, you were hoping you may just have been overthinking it. Until this, this confirmed it all.

“I think your friends hate me, but I, know you don’t hate me since you scream my name every night” he whispered in your ear which sent tingles down your spine

“I hate you,” you say with a smile on your face

“Look what we became,” he says “we’re a very happy couple,” Sebastian says to your friends and they have this gaze that can kill him right then and there and you just knew you will have to defend the man right after this dinner in your group chat.

After a very toxic dinner that was silent, you said your goodbyes to your friends.

“y/n-” Amelia says

“We just want to make sure you’re going to be happy with him and he won’t hurt you again,” Sam says finishing Amelias sentence

“I know, it’s just that I don’t know- he makes me feel special, and he’s changed, truly, and I wasn’t going to do this if I knew this would end like the last time” you reassure your friends and hugged them saying goodbye

“Thank you,” Sebastian says starting up his car

“Why?” you say furrowing your eyebrows

“For giving me a second chance, for defending me from your friends,” he says meeting your eyes

“I was not doing that for you, I was doing that so I wouldn’t get a million texts right now,” you say buckling your seatbelt

“Well I appreciate it, I love you,” he says bringing your forehead to his making your forehead touch his

“Thank you” you didn’t say the three words back because you can’t bring yourself to say it and he kisses your forehead which you made you close your eyes.

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Nothing Personal: Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Prompt: Bucky’s public appearance was lacking in the… well, everything department. And now, with him fully being in the public eye as the new Captain America’s right hand man, that needed to be fixed. That brought you into the equation, someone who seemed to be the direct opposite of the White Wolf. Bubbly, friendly, the perfect PR girlfriend for the grumpy man. Whether he liked it or not.

Series warnings: angst, fluff, a tiny bit of smut, language, violence, descriptions of gore, cheating

Chapter warnings: just some fluff and language, pretty tame

Word Count: 971 (the actual chapters will be much longer!)

A/N: Okay I’m super excited to get this series started! I’m already working on a playlist and chapter headings for this so I hope you all will enjoy it! My messages, inbox, and taglists are always open!

Tags: @girlfriday007

“You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

Sam let out a huff, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a grin. “I told you,” Sam stated pointedly. “He’s not gonna do it.”

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𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦

part one

summary || just when you think you’re free from bucky’s grip, he holds tighter. but truthfully, he just doesn’t ever want to lose you, he just can’t tell you until it all comes out.

pairing || fuckboy!bucky x reader

word count || 1,872 words

warnings || fwb dynamic, sort of toxic relationship, bucky acts like an asshole, talk of injury, blood, bruises, cliché moment where reader cleans up bucky after a mission, reader breaks down to bucky, bucky opens up (fear of losing you, fear of losing himself), unprotected sex, rough sex (briefly), oral, multiple orgasms, pet-names, taunting, lots of dirty talk, degradation if you squint, angst w/ happy ending — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || don’t mind me, just posting part two months later 😐

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Secrets (Five) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: as time goes on at the compound, you begin to come to terms with your new abilities and your relationship with your husband, bucky

a/n: i’m so sorry for the delay, but i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy if you squint

Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four

masterlist || request || taglist

“You might have to get a matching set of earrings, but I don’t think it’s too shabby.” Nat said, leaning back in her seat.

Playing with the newly gifted bracelet on your wrist, you chuckled.

“I guess it could be worse.” You joked. “And this is supposed to stop me from… you know… turning the whole room to ice?”

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𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)

summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe

a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

previous part ─ trilogy masterlist

It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.

So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.

“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”

He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.

“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.

“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.

“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.

You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.

“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.

You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”

His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.

“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.

“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.

“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.

He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.

Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.

“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.

“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.

Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.

“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.

“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”

“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.

“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.

He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.

This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.

Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.

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Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.

He had to say proper goodbye this time.

He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.

Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.

This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.

Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.

He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.

Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.

“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.

“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.

“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.

“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.

You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.

“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.

“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.

You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.

The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.

“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.

You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.

“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.

He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”

Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.

Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.

“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.

He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.

“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.

It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.

So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.

Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.

“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.

Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.

“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”

Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.

You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.

You got up and rolled off of him.

“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”

Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.

“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.

“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.

You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”

“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.

“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.

“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.

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As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.

Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.

“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.

His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.

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Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Modern AU. Dystopian. Rated M.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5