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sheraphic · 3 years

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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author's note; hi there anon, sorry for the waiting but here it is your request, hope you like it.

warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」

It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles I'm looking at one right now

⤅ynfan992 he calls her rainbow 😩

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yndaily I'm not gonna say who took this picture bc y'all know it already

⤅yourinstagram a stranger

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harryfan092 PROOFS!

⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 what do you mean?

⤅harryfan092 @ynfan176 that they walk all around the city and no one saw them

⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 uhm?? it's not like every single person in the city gonna be looking for them... You know, everyone have their own bussines

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⤅harryfan092 @harryfan800 bc then it's not real

⤅ynfan176 @harryfan092 omg... Get outta here

lookitsnyoh i'm the blurry spot behind you

ynfan388 everyday passed by without being blessed to be beside you

ynfan729 ok but I want the beanie and the scarf

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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yourinstagram all that green and your eyes are still my favorites

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cazoff model material, naturally

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harryking may a offer you an umbrella, my lord?

⤅harrynews one fan said he had an umbrella, but he just doesn't use it

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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florencepugh = 💜

⤅yourinstagram :)

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harryandyn god, i see what you do for others

charlotteanneclark a mood

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⤅harryfan525 @harryfan882 ikr he finallt let us see this side of him and I'm an emotional mess

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rosalia.vt happy but confused at the same time

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t_chalament it's a yes from me

⤅harryfan722 timothee represents me

ynfan831 she matches his personality so perfectly

annetwist lovely pics!

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

⤅harrystyles @yourinstagram I wanted it to be a surprise!

⤅harrynews i can't bear too much cuteness

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mitchrowland I explained to you three times how the gps works...

⤅harryandyn harry and technology doesn't mix well

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pillowpersonpp oh, to get lost with great music in the background because your boyfriend it's too stubborn yo let you be the guide... Yes, it happened to me too

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helenepambrun so that pic was while you guys stop for indications or...?

⤅harryfan693 HELPPPPPPP

harryfan this it's so harry you can't tell me otherwise

harryfan ok but her dress, the vintage car and the vibe of being lost with your lover-💗 ugh, please leave alone with my singleness

mrbenwinston "the route was traced"

⤅harrystyles It was.

⤅harryfan837 HAHAHAHAHA STOP

⤅harryfan681 all his friends are roasting him lol

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⤅ynfan682 i really love this side of his fans

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zanelowe harry mate, you better start listen to your girl

harryfan380 i'm laughing more than i should, sorry for them, but this it's golden comedy

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles sorry, didn't know the lipstick would be waterproof

⤅harryfan806 did he just say that he kissed her cheeks while wearing lipstick?!

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harry_lambert ok guys you need to stop because i can't spend the whole day liking all your comments...

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dovecameron it's like seeing an angel in her own heaven

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harryupdates you dind't hear this from me, but someone said that harry made that neacklace for her

⤅ynfan101 please don't do this me, i don't have enough tears to express how happy that makes me

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⤅harryfan883 @harrystyles do you ship internationally? I would like to order one piece, pretty please 🤍

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.

⤅harryfan733 this is so funny

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yourinstagram Isn't that my white tablecloth you're painting on?

⤅ynfan129 someone is in trouble

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⤅claraamfo @ynfan723 that's what hurt the most

sammywitte I never knew you knew how to paint.

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⤅harryfan662 hahahaha i can't with jeff's comment

⤅harryfan982 @harryfan662 it's like they just comment to roasting him

⤅harryfan222 @harryfan982 and we are loving it!

⤅harryfan116 true friendship it's this

flammedepigelle inspired.

⤅harryfan671 oh, well...

⤅harryfan927 now e news it's going to write a ridiculous post about a love triangle between yn, harry and sharon

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jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!

⤅harryfan712 harry's nails will be malva?

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling

⤅yourinstagram 🤍

⤅harryandyn he loves his little rainbow

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⤅harryfan330 she will take him to the moon for us.

⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.

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⤅ynfan168 @harryfan672 omg i thought you were about to say something nasty about their relationship

⤅harryupdates @harryfan672 we thought that too, we were ready to reply back

⤅harryfan610 @harryupdates to fight back*

⤅harryfan777 @harryfan672 your comment was genious

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⤅harryfan672 @ynfan168 the only nasty thing i could say about their relationship it's that i'm deeply jealous

yndaily yeah yeah, so cute. When is the wedding?

massimobottura Undeniable expression of love.

⤅ynfan220 now i picturing them eating massimo bottura's delicious food... leave me alone please

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selenagomez Oh, he draw you ❤️

⤅harrystyles He indeed did it

⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person

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⤅harryfan980 thank god it's yn's problem now

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charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high

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spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse

tylersamj I see a stubble :)

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⤅jefeazoff don't crash his hopes, @mitchrowland

⤅gemmastyles stop defending him, @jefeazoff

⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)

⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.

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zabrak-show · 4 years

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The Letter | Maul x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, nudity, gender neutral reader, adopted children, mention of slavery and trauma, so fluffy and sweet dear god, I hope that it’s not too cliche, sex is suggested, but never explicit.

a/n: I wrote this because I have been really stressed lately and also have baby fever really bad. I have never done a story like this from the reader’s perspective and tbh wasn’t sure if I would ever try, but I figured why not?! I also usually only write angsty things I’ve realized, like even when I think I’m being sweet it still ends on a bad note LOL anyway, I hope someone else enjoys this please leave me hearts and feedbacks. I’m new at this and need validation hahah xoxo

~*~*~*~AU where Maul left Sidious to become a bounty hunter. Y’all lovebirds met and adopted a couple sweetie night brother babies and settle down on Dathomir to live the domestic Star Wars dream.~*~*~*

The hour was late and you were pacing around the large office in your home on Dathomir. The house was everything you could dream of for a home. It was a lovely 3 story, sprawling with more than enough rooms to make everyone happy for your family of 4. You had adopted two night brother children while your husband, Maul, had been on a mission to free them all from a life of slavery and subservience on Dathomir. After peace was established on Dathomir, you decided to settle down here for the kids and it really was a dream come true.

You could not believe this was your life sometimes. Your husband was the most handsome man in the whole galaxy with his crimson skin, sharp facial features, and dramatic black tattoos decorating his entire body. Your two children, Zabrak boys, the older one with orange complexion and the littlest one, yellow, were sound asleep in their rooms above you. The bottom of your long black robe lightly crawled across the cool wooden floor as you made your way around the room, too restless to sleep, too tired to get anything done.

Maul had been gone three months now. He was set to return any day now and you hadn’t heard a word from him in weeks. His work was dangerous as a bounty hunter, but you had full confidence in his abilities. He was the strongest and fiercest person you’d ever met. Of course, around you and the kids was another story, but you knew the way he was raised by Sidious had led him to do some really dark things that made him more than capable of taking care of himself.

Finally, you decided to pour yourself a glass of Tevraki whiskey to help calm your nerves. You sat at the long dark wooden desk at the corner of the room and turned on the green lamp atop its surface. It was Maul’s desk and you usually never sat there to not disturb his things, but you hadn’t gone this long without seeing him since you’d been married and craved any sort of reminder of him. You ran your fingers over all the drawer pulls in a futile attempt to feel him through the things he touched repeatedly every day when he was home, noting where the wood and metal parts of the desk were more worn. You reluctantly pulled open one of the drawers. If there was one thing you weren’t, it was nosy, and you fully trusted and respected your husband’s privacy. It felt like you were being possessed by a hand not your own now opening the top drawer and seeing a small stack of papers. One folded neatly with (y/n) written on it in your husband’s handwriting.

Oh dear, I really shouldn’t

I mean it does have my name on it though…

No, it’s not for me to decide

Just take a small peak…

You were slowly opening the folded paper, despite the argument in your head, your hands had made up their mind and your eyes weren’t going to pretend to look away either.

My Dearest (Y/N),

I will never understand how someone so gorgeous inside and out could love a monster like me. I struggle to understand every day, sometimes I think you’d be better off without me. I am filth compared to your innocence and beauty. I look into our children’s eyes and see the same purity reflecting off their eyes. How lucky they are to have you as a parent, to learn about love, acceptance, and family. All things completely foreign to me until I met you. How can I teach the children these things, when I myself still have so much to learn?

I get so scared, my love. Scared that I won’t be able to protect you all. Scared that I do not deserve this life. Scared that I will somehow hurt you or the children. I had my mind made up that my presence was a downfall to this family and would degrade us all into the grime and dysfunction I know all too well. I fear it is all I know and that I will always be drawn to it like a flii to bantha fodder.

Despite my fears, I can never leave you. I love you too much and I need you now more than ever. I remember once threatening to leave you before because I felt like you were better off without me. You told me that wasn’t my decision to make for you, and I don’t think I ever told you just how much that resonated with me. My whole life has been others’ making decisions for me and me being forced to go along with it. Here I was doing the same thing to you, something I never wanted you to experience. It horrified me and I pledged to do better for you, for myself, for our children.

I am so sorry you fell in love with someone as despicable as me. I wish I were not who I am. Every day I can only try to do my best and show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I wish I could give the entire galaxy to you, for us to both rule and unite. I know that is not what you want, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still day dream about it sometimes.

I don’t think I will ever be brave enough to give you this letter, but it has been a good feeling for me to get these feelings out somehow without using violence.

Yours forever and always,

Maul

You held the note to your chest and held back tears, finally succumbing to them and just letting yourself cry. Hot tears rolled down your face, you were overcome with emotion, bursting at the seams with love and saudade. At once, you heard a door creak behind you. You had been so zoned into the letter you had completely lost track of your surroundings. You felt a slight panic at first from the noise, but then figured it may be one of the children up to go to the fresher or ask for a snack. Wiping your eyes, slowly you turned, and saw a tall dark cloaked figure in the doorway to the office. Highlights of ruby red could be seen through the shadows and you knew at once who it was.

“Maul!” you jumped out of the leather office chair like there were springs attached to your feet, entirely forgetting the open letter still sitting on his desk. You ran over to him so fast it felt like you were flying. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a long overdue embrace.

“My love, I am still dirty from my travels, I do not want to get my grime onto your perfect pristine self.” His voice was low and calm, just as you had remembered it and he smelled like blaster fire, ozone, sweat, and petrol.

“Oh I don’t care I missed you too much to ever care about that.” you didn’t let go as you spoke softly into his ear, “I was so worried. I...I thought maybe something had happened.”

He backed away shaking his head looking directly into your eyes with his alluring golden eyes, “No. No my sweets. I will always return to you. Always. No matter what.”

With that he wrapped his hands around your waist so hard it drew the breath from your lungs and he lifted you off the ground walking slowly towards the ‘fresher. You held on tight, not worried about him dropping you, but simply to get closer to your lovelorn partner, drinking in his scent and making a mental note to store away this memory forever in your mind, to get you through future dark days.

He gently sat you atop the counter in the fresher as he began to peel off his bloody, singed, and greasy clothes. You didn’t have the patience to sit and watch so you began to help him, slowly lifting his shirt over his head, examining his gorgeous red skin for more wounds and tracing your hands along the old scars and tattoos that adorned his unique skin. He gently took your hand and held it up to his lips for a small kiss. You smiled sheepishly and he took your face into his calloused and strong hands and looked at you like he needed to study your face for a quiz on all your features.

“I missed you so much,” he said low and gravelly.

“I’m so happy you’re home, Maul.” you turned your cheek to kiss his hand, and he finished undressing to get into the shower. You lost yourself in a daze, watching his hands run soap and water over his naked form to wash off all the debris of his last hunt. You never even had to ask if he was successful anymore, he was always successful.

With a sudden jolt, you remembered you left the letter open on his desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom, sweety.” you winked at him and started to walk out.

“(Y/n), I already know you read the letter you don’t need to try and hide the evidence.” Maul’s bright yellow eyes cut into your soul and you remembered he could read your mind.

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t read my mind like that.” you pouted.

“Sweets, you left it out on my desk. I saw it when I walked in to hug you. It doesn’t take a mind reader to use context clues.” he laughed and you didn’t even care that he was teasing you, seeing him laugh and smile was the best sight in the galaxy.

“I’m sorry I read it. I..shouldn’t have. I should not have gone through your things, that was wrong.” your eyes got big to show your remorse at the decision. He stayed silent and you panicked at the thought of him being upset with you. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“Hmmm… well. You did go through my things without asking. And read a highly classified document, I’m not sure if I can forgive you. I wonder if there’s some way you could make it up to me?” He was now climbing out of the shower and toweling himself off, with a sly smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to lead him into the bedroom.

His eyes never leave your elegant figure and you slowly begin to undress, dropping your long robe to the bedroom floor, but still wearing your thin black nightie. He delicately throws you on the bed and gets ready to climb on top of you, his own figure still slightly wet from the shower, when a clatter is heard from down the hall. Maul whips his head around to look at the door behind him with his killer instincts, your head peeking out to the side of his.

“Shhh… I think daddy’s home.” a small voice from outside the bedroom followed by a gentle knock at the door. Maul growled so lowly that only you could hear it. Your eyes grew big and you threw your robe at Maul to cover up with as the door handle slowly rotated and two orange and yellow faces peered out from the darkness of the hallway. The sight of Maul excited them beyond measure and they ran to tackle him now wearing your fancy robe. There was nothing but laughter, happy tears, smiles, and warm embraces. It was the most beautiful family moment you could ever think of having in your life and you truly did not want it to end...mostly.

No use in lying to yourself, you could not wait to get Maul all to yourself again for even just a little bit.

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tags: @wolfpack-arts-industries99, @pinkiemme

#darth maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #star wars x reader #fluff #domestic af #baby fever #yall i have it so bad rn #fanfic #fan fic author #dathomir #nightbrothers #zabrak #simp for sith #pure fluff #i just needed something nice #bounty hunter #star wars romance

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years

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my friend, if you wrote me a college au and/or a soccer player au for buddie i would owe you my whole life

first of all LAUREN I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME A YEAR TO GET TO THIS XOXO i loved the idea of a soccer fic so much but i do not know anything about the sport to do it right so i hope this 4.5k mess is still to your taste <3

second of all smooches as always to @buckleydiazs for helping me level out the softboi energies [ilu bb]

Let it be known that Edmundo Diaz was not a subtle man.

Patient, sure. Kind, absolutely. But subtle? Definitely not.

“Eddie, are you paying attention?”

“To you? Always, Buckaroo.”

“I’ve told you before, it’s just Buck. So, what’s the answer to number four?”

No one was better at throwing the already minute amount of subtlety he had out the window than Evan Buckley. It should have been embarrassing—would have been, if it were anyone else—but that’s just how Buck was. If you didn’t love him, you were either an idiot, or an asshole, or both.

Eddie just happened to wear his... Buck-related emotions a little more on the sleeve than most.

“Ah, no, close, but you have to remember to multiply air resistance on both sides.”

“Right, thanks Buck-amuck.”

“Eddie, no.”

Buck was hot, sure, but more disastrously, he was cute. He was so cute, and he was nice, and Eddie wasn’t sure how much longer he was was going to last under the never ending amount of support and care he got from Buck before he combusted; and it had started at day one. College hadn’t been high on his list for a long time, the thought of starting college when most people his age were graduating something he didn’t know how to approach—but after his tour in Afghanistan all he wanted was a normal life, and Buck... well, Buck was a big help in that.

He wasn’t sure what he appreciated more—the fact that Buck didn’t treat him like some sort of hero after doing only a tour in Afghanistan, the fact that Buck didn’t give a fuck about his age (“Twenty three is not that old, Eddie, you’re barely four years older than me, stop being so dramatic”), or the fact that two weeks into their college career, when Buck walked in to find Eddie with his hand down his pants and distinctively male moans coming from his phone, instead of getting angry or being disgusted, he had almost passed out laughing at Eddie’s embarrassment.

“...no, hang on, how did you even get that number? Where did that come from?”

“Buck-uccino, I’m never going to get this. I’m doomed.”

“Eddie, you—oh god, never use that one again—you’re going to get it. We’ll keep working at it.”

That, though, that was the worst part about rooming with Buck. He was tenacious, or maybe just caring, or nice, or whatever—because when Eddie had started failed his Physics midterm and learned about the very real threat of academic probation (which would mean no grants, no scholarships, no more soccer), Buck had dropped everything and started tutoring Eddie whenever he could. Even now, he was smiling at Eddie like he believed he could do anything, and damn if Eddie didn’t want to believe him.

Buck was just that kind, that sweet, that good—and Eddie was that gone.

“Chim, keep your feet moving! Come on!”

As teasing as Eddie may have been wherever Buck was involved, he was completely different when he was on the field. He was every bit the teammate that commanded respect, pushed his players to do better, and kept his team motivated—enough that he had fit in seamlessly with the team, despite being only in his second year, despite his age gap, despite everything.

“Good, Bosco! Keep it up!”

If only Eddie could keep himself that motivated while he was studying. He tried, he really did—but he wasn’t sure if it was the continuous closeness of Buck as they poured over Eddie’s notes, or the impossibility of the materials he was studying (he was in the Army, for fucks sake, he didn’t need to care about the force exerted by his helicopters rotors—he only needed to know that it would fly), but every time they cracked open his physics book, it felt like Eddie was smashing his head into a brick wall.

Things just made more sense out here. Eddie was in his element, and anyone who knew him, who even looked at him, would know that—so it really, really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Chim jogged over to him, keeping his high knees going as he hopped in place, jerking his chin somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder while he and Hen worked on some touchless passes.

“Looks like you have a visitor.”

Eddie turned around from his position near the goal, squinting over to the tunnel, his face immediately brightening as he saw who it was. He kept himself moving in a jog as he closed the distance between he and Buck easily, all smiles as Buck looked up from his phone. Eddie had to laugh at the image of this kid standing in the middle of the tunnel, forcing the athletes who were running in and out of the locker room to move around him.

It made sense; Buck really was an immovable force.

Eddie wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Well, if it isn’t my good-luck-Buck!” Eddie said, pushing a wide smile onto his face and one of his favorite nicknames out into the air so he would stop staring at Buck’s lips when the other scowled. “What are you doing here?”

Sighing, Buck pushed back off the wall, raising a brow. “Well, I was going to give you a crash course in force, speed, air resistance, and velocity, but if you call me that again—”

“Alright, alright, I get it.” Eddie said, legitimately smiling now as he slowed his pace, starting to catch his breath. “Here, I’ll grab my stuff and we can grab a bleacher or something, I’ll just be a—”

“Nope.” Buck said, popping the ‘p’, his annoyance easily forgotten as he playfully pushed Eddie’s shoulder back to the field. “Grab your team and a ball, we’re learning on the field.”

Eddie stared at him, confusion evident on his face for only a moment before he lit up in understanding, calling out to the rest of the team. He had to admit, this was definitely one of Buck’s better ideas—not that Buck had ever had a bad idea, for the record—but if you wanted a surefire way to get Eddie to pay attention to anything, you threw a soccer ball at it.

Eddie was pleased to know that Buck clearly knew at least that much about him, the feeling dancing in his gut with the reassurance he felt whenever he was reminded that his team had his back. They worked easily with Buck as he ordered them around, had them try different kicks, using the arc of the ball through the air to point out speed, force, gravity. Eddie wasn’t about to say that it was working, but it had to be a good thing that he was forced into a situation where he could focus on something other than Bucks’ voice, or the way that his skin felt when their hands brushed over a textbook.

No, there was no room for soft touches and smiles now; Eddie was stuck in a goal, the smile on Buck’s face far more devious than soft as he explained the rules of their next exercise. Buck was going to ask a question. Eddie was going to give the equation that could be used to solve the problem. It sounded easy enough, but—

"If you can give me the right equation to solve the problem, you get to use your hands to block the shot. If you don’t, you have to use your head.”

...okay, yeah, nothing about that sounded easy.

The fact that Eddie had a team full of sadists didn’t seem to help, either—he no longer cared about how nice they were being to Buck to help him help Eddie when they were really just in it to torment him. It wasn’t fair.

He tried to voice as much, but Buck just called him out for whining. Which was also unfair.

Worst of all was afterward; even after he was able to use his arms around half of the shots, his teammates were terrible, horrible people, and Chim proved exactly why once they retreated to the locker room.

“You know Diaz, I think you did pretty well out there.” he started, and Eddie immediately felt himself on guard—he knew that any compliment after an evening as brutal as that was likely to be designed to lull him into a false sense of security.

“...thanks, Chim.” he started, eyes narrowed. “I think I might actually have a change of this thing.” Chim clapped him on the back, the grin on his face telling Eddie all he needed to know, and he felt himself ready to groan when Chim cut him off.

“That’s good! I know it must have been hard for you, but, hey think about it this way. At the very least, Buck now knows that you can handle some balls flying at your face.”

Chim’s laugh turned into a sharp yelp as Eddie clipped him with a rat tail, but that didn’t prevent the words from echoing through his head for the rest of the night, cheeks burning bright red whenever he caught Buck looking at him funny.

“Alright, we’re done for the night. I can practically see the smoke pouring out of your ears.”

“It’s impossible, Buck-fifty. I’m gonna fail, and I’m gonna get kicked out, and you’ll never get to see my beautiful face ever again.”

Eddie groaned, head resting against the open textbook on the table, hiding his head in his hands. They had been studying off and on for weeks, and while Eddie was pretty proud of the things he had started to memorize and retain, he still didn’t know how they worked, how they fit together, how to chose one over the other in a problem, and he was starting to feel like he might never understand it.

“Christ, stop being dramatic. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and this class is not going to be the end of your world, not if I can help it. But what you need now is a break.” Buck said, ignoring the nickname and the dramatics in one fell swoop. He had his phone out in a half second, scrolling through a few different feeds, before his face lit up. “Come on, Lena invited the whole team over for a game night. We’re going to get you out of your head and you’re going to relax, damn it.”

Eddie wasn’t too proud to admit that his heart did a little flip when he realized that Lena and Buck were texting on the regular, something about his friends liking Buck (and Buck liking his friends!) making his heart swell. “I don’t know, Buck, maybe we should just stay in so I can work on my—“

“Nope.” Buck interrupted, popping the end of the word, pulling the book out from under Eddie’s head, ignoring the whine that Eddie gave when his head thunked against the table. “I’m serious, I’ve burned myself out many times before, you need to take the night and remember why you’re actually studying. Passing is great, but we both know the reason you’re working so hard isn’t for the class, it’s for your team, your friends.”

It’s for you, Eddie wanted to say, but the words died in his throat before he could even take a breath in.

They were on their way quickly enough, trekking easily to the Phi Sigma Chi sorority house .

Buck looked fucking adorable, cheeks pinked in the cold air, blond mop of curls peeking out from the brim of his beanie, and Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Buck, you know what Lena says when she means game night, right?” he asked as he threw his arm around Buck’s shoulder, relishing in the way that Buck easily fell into step next to him as they walked. Buck smiled up to him, practically batting his eyes, and Eddie felt himself melt. “Yeah, things like Mario Kart or Smash, right? Or maybe Clue? Monopoly?”

Three hours later, Eddie was seeing Buck in a whole new light—because Buck wasn’t just kind, and smart, and adorable.

Buck was a fucking hustler.

And Eddie was fucking hammered.

He let out a whoop of joy as Buck sunk another ping pong ball in front of Hen and Chim, winning their eighth game in a row, with Eddie taking every drink that anyone scored against their team (Buck was still underage, after all—Eddie may have been a dope where Buck was involved but he wasn’t an idiot).

The thing was, when you had a partner that was amazing at beer pong, you didn’t get to drink nearly as much, so no one could blame Eddie for supplementing himself with several shots throughout the night, one of which spilled as he loudly cheered for Buck’s incredible prowess. Buck laughed at a much more indoor-volume beside him, gasping as Eddie lifted him into the air and Hen let out a wail of defeat, idly shoving the cup toward Chim. Buck’s laugh turned about a pitch higher as Eddie spun, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, looking at him with starry eyes once he got Buck back down to his feet.

“Buck, you… you’re so… how are you so good?!” Eddie asked, voice a rasp of a whisper, like he was asking for the secrets of the universe, and Buck couldn’t have helped the way he smiled if he tried.

He felt his cheeks heat up as he lifted a ping pong ball, twirling it between two of his fingers. “You know, physics? Just think, Eddie, you could use that big brain to be a beer pong champion.” He asked, laughing as Eddie threw his arms around his shoulder, a ragged exclamation of “YOU’RE SO SMART!” leaving his lips as Buck struggled to accommodate the sudden dead weight.

“Uh—“

“Okay, that’s usually a sign that it’s time for Eddie to go home.” Hen, his guardian angel, appeared next to him, helping Eddie stand a little more upright. “You guys walked, right? Karen can probably bring you back, I just—“

“Oh, no, that’s okay! I should be able to get him back, now that he’s upright.” Buck said, waving away her concern as he put Eddie’s arm around his shoulders, the other hand secure on his hip as they started to make their way to the front of the house.

Eddie might have been mostly incapacitated by that point, but that didn’t stop him from waving and saying what he thought was a perfectly coherent goodbye to everyone, the cold night air doing little (but still at least doing something) to help his coordination.

Eddie was content to walk in silence for only a moment, his head tilting onto his shoulder as he looked over to Buck, suddenly feeling so much lighter than he had a moment ago.

“Buck, you’re so nice to me.”

Buck was laughing. Why was Buck laughing? Eddie was completely serious.

“Buckinator, I’m serious. You’re so nice. And you’re smart, and you’re so pretty. Did you know?”

“Eddie, you are as drunk as you’ve ever been.” Buck murmured, shaking his head, and Eddie was definitely annoyed that it was night time—because he would have bet money that Buck was blushing.

Eddie started to whine as Buck pulled out his dorm card (“I’m not drunk, Buck! I’m serious!”), successfully swiping them both into the building and their room, depositing Eddie easily into his bed as he grabbed a bottle of water. He took a detour to their bathroom to pull out the little bottle of Advil he kept beneath the sink, handing Eddie both of them after cracking them both open.

Eddie stared at the pills in his hand, not entirely sure how he got there, his stomach tightening up as he looked up to Buck. “Hey Bucka… Buck, the… hey Buck?”

Okay, he was effectively drunk enough that he couldn’t think of a nickname. He popped the Advil into his mouth, swigging the water he was given as Buck closed the door, pulling Eddie’s blanket’s back. “What’s up, Eds?”

Eddie felt himself start to be lowered slowly, sluggishly tugging his feet up onto his bed, unsure as to where his shoes had gone, but he wasn’t going to complain. “We’ll still be friends if I end up failing out of school and having to become a hermit who… who lives under a bridge or something, right?” he managed to get out, and Buck’s eyes snapped up toward Eddie’s face. He wasn’t too sure when they had crossed the line from happy drunk to sad drunk, but damn, they had crossed that line at the speed of sound.

“Eddie, hey, no. You’re not going to fail out, and you’re going to be fine. Even if that doesn’t happen… you’re stuck with me, nerd. I’m not about to let you get away that easy.”

Eddie sniffled, nodding his head as Buck pulled his covers up, rolling to face the wall as he heard Buck change, the lights flicking off shortly after. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, closing his eyes as he felt the room start to wobble. He didn’t realize he was speaking until his mouth was already open, voice soft in the dark.

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Eddie sniffed again, his breath slowing down as he heard Buck shift in his bed, just sober enough to feel Buck’s eyes digging into the back of his head, but just exhausted enough to slip into sleep instead of roll over, only barely listening as Buck responded.

“… just don’t give up, Eds. You got this, I know you do.”

The Sunday before the final that would decide his entire life (“I’m begging you, stop being such a drama queen.”), the last thing on Eddie’s mind was physics—he was too focused on the beautiful boy beneath him. He could have drowned in the noises Buck was making as Eddie kissed at his neck, his collar, his swollen lips, the cord of muscle in his neck. He felt Buck’s hands lace with his, the movement more intimate than anything he could have imagined, and he let out a groan as he rolled his hips down, grinding against Buck, and—

—and then Eddie woke up to a soccer ball bouncing off of his head.

Grunting in pained surprise, he shot straight up out of bed, almost falling to the floor, blankets pooling around his hips as he jerked his head around, focus snapping to the sound of Buck’s laughter.

(It was a small soothe to chase away the taste of Buck on his lips, the phantom feel of Buck’s body beneath his, flexing his hands like he could still feel their fingers laced together.)

“Buccaneer, what the fuck?!”

“Come on, we’re burning daylight. Aren’t you usually on the field, like, before the sun is up most days?”

“Yeah, maybe when my career wasn’t already over.” Eddie whined, rubbing at his eyes. Eddie wanted nothing more than to throw the blankets back up over his head and roll over—but he knew from experience that Buck would have just ripped his comforter off and dragged him outside, if he had to, and Eddie was in no... physical state (after the dream he had) to risk losing the safe amount of cover the blanket was currently providing.

Honestly, even after being beaned in the head by a soccer ball, he couldn’t stay mad—not when Buck was smiling at him, physics book and coffee in one hand, the other occupied once more as he bent down to pick up the ball. He really, really didn’t deserve Buck, and it made Eddie feel all the guiltier, knowing full well the thoughts that were running through his mind less than an hour ago.

Thankfully, Buck seemed to soften as Eddie’s emotions played across his face, sighing and rolling his eyes as he tossed Eddie the jersey hanging over the back of his desk chair. “Hey, it’s not over yet. You will get this, I promise. Now, It’s 9 AM, and you’re going to do your drills while I drill you.”

So he was just never going to get that image out of his head, ever. Cool.

An hour later, Eddie was dressed, on the field, working on his figure eights, fueled only by the coffee that Buck had brought him and a burning annoyance for the day as a whole as Buck launched question after question at him.

He kept up his pace as they went back and forth, moving through a few different drills as Buck continued to question him, asking about formulas, equations, situations, making Eddie walk through each step he would do if he had a calculator in front of him. It was exhausting, but Eddie couldn’t deny that it was working—and he really, really didn’t want to look to deeply into the little moments of pride he felt when Buck smiled at him and moved on to the next problem.

He was lining up a row of shots when Buck started on another problem, sinking each shot perfectly into the net, describing the relationship between friction, air resistance, and velocity, when Buck interrupts.

“No, that’s not right.”

Eddie’s next shot goes wide as he turns back to Buck, his eyes narrowed as he goes over everything in his head. “What?”

“Go over it again.” Buck has his head mostly hidden behind the practice exam, and Eddie felt himself fall out of step for a moment before he pulled back for another kick.

“I know the force of gravity.” Eddie started, another kick sinking directly into the goal, refocusing himself.

“And I know the falling distance and the mass.” He continued, taking a sneak peek back at Buck, who quickly ducked his head again.

“And,” another kick, another goal. “I know the equation for air resistance, because you’ve basically pummeled it into my head.” He said, Buck’s little laugh not unnoticed, and Eddie smiled in spite of his frustration.

He lined up his next shot and sunk it, chewing on his lip.

“Then I was right, Buck!” Eddie said, pacing back and forth between the cones he had set up. “I would measure the change in distance and double it, I would divide it by the total time minus the air resistance, and I would subtract the initial velocity. That’s, like, textbook, what could I possibly have—“ Finally catching Buck’s eye, Eddie paused, thrown for a loop as Buck put the practice test down, expression stopping Eddie dead in his tracks.

Because Buck was absolutely beaming at him.

“You’re ready.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie was glad that he had already launched his last ball into the net, because he literally tripped over his feet, catching himself at the last moment as he jogged over to where Buck was sitting, peering over his shoulder.

Every answer that Eddie had given had been circled on the practice exam, not a drop of red ink anywhere on the page. “Wait, I got them right? I... I was right?”

“Even when I tried to tell you you were wrong—which you weren’t, by the way—you still stuck to what you knew, you were confident enough not to second guess yourself, and you proved it. Eddie, you’re ready. You’re going to crush it.”

Eddie looked at the test, then back at Buck, then back at the test, and he couldn’t resist it—he picked Buck up, laughing ecstatically as he spun Buck in his arms. He was feeling more confident than he had in an age and a half, and he knew he had the dopiest expression on his face when he set Buck down, his hands still linked around Buck’s waist.

…with Buck’s hands resting on his shoulders.

“I knew you could do it, Eds.” Buck said, and Eddie felt his face heating up. He had never doubted Buck, not for a minute, even while he was still racked with his own insecurities—but any thanks, any recognition, any anything, were drowned out in Eddie’s throat as Buck moved his hand off of Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie could have sworn he saw stars when he felt the warmth from Buck’s hand rest right against the crook of his neck, thumb on Eddie’s pulse point, his eyes wide as Buck smiled. “I’m really, really proud of you.”

Eddie felt like he was living in a dream his hands sliding down to hold Buck’s hips, half expecting Buck to pull away—finding his smile even brighter instead. Buck looked so happy, so content to be in Eddie’s arms, his smile wide and his eyes sparkling, and Eddie had to swallow, feeling the contrast to himself—sweating, out of breath, probably a little crazy eyed, but… Buck was still looking at him like that.

“Buck, I’m… Can I, um... can I?” Eddie found himself murmuring, chewing his bottom lip. It would kill him right now to let Buck go, when he was this close—but of course, if Buck said the word, he would have leapt back like he was on fire.

He wasn’t sure if it was relief or elation that he felt, heart pounding, when Buck leaned in instead of answering, his thumb catching just the corner of Eddie’s lip before Buck’s lips met his own.

Kissing Buck was like finding God—and yeah, that was probably the worst possible analogy he could have made, but it was true. Buck kissed him and suddenly everything felt right, something sliding into place so deeply in his heart and soul that he had no idea how he had been surviving without.

He felt more than he heard Buck moan against his lips and he came crashing down into his own body, pulling back just enough to breathe, unable to keep the huge smile off of his own face. He had to duck his head, the moment getting to be a bit too much for him, the typical enthusiastic show he put up dulled for a moment as he looked up to Buck through his lashes.

“So... that’s okay, then?”

Buck only laughed, tilting Eddie’s head up for another small kiss. “Eddie, that was great. I’ve been gone on you since, like, the first shitty nickname you gave me.” he said, his voice dipping, suddenly going red as he realized what he said—but the damage was already done.

Eddie’s eyes lit up as he tightened his grip around Buck, his grin spreading so far across his face that it actually hurt.

“Ten-point-Buck. Buck-a-boo. Bucky bear.”

“Eddie, no, that wasn’t supposed to encourage you.”

“...does this mean I get to grab your bubble-Buck?” Eddie asked sweetly, throwing his head back and laughing as Buck buried his head in his shoulder, face burning red.

(Eddie passed his final, obviously—but as excited as he was with the big, red, 91 circled at the top of his page, nothing compared to the warmth he felt when he opened the door to his dorm and found Buck waiting for him in one of his old jerseys. He easily caught Buck in his arms as he jumped, choosing to catch Buck’s lips in a kiss rather than say anything.

After all, he may have had a thousand nicknames at the ready, but for Eddie, nothing compared to calling Buck “mine”.)

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911au #college au #I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT SORRY I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT SOCCER #i also hope you like the nicknames because eddie is a cornball #soccer eddie #tutor buck #oh my god they were roommates #mutually assured devotion #flospeaks #floanswers #tylerhunklin

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ateez reaction: you’re addicted to animal crossing: new horizons

➣ requested? ✓

➣ genre: fluff, humor

➣ masterlist

sorry that some of these are kinda dry 😔 i am try

❅♩♬♩❅――

❥ kim hongjoong:

lets you do your thing tbh

you’ll probably just be vibing in the living room with the switch hooked up to the tv and everything’s great when hongjoong just,,,, moves his work over without saying anything

you’re just ???? and he’s just :)))) the “just another tuesday” grin, you know?

after long enough if you ask him why he moved, he just says he “likes the soundtrack” like bro we do be bopping to the animal crossing ost out here in this quarantine joint

watches you play, only making comments when a villager says something REALLY cursed

really likes marshal— he’s funny

not the type to hate villagers either except chops, fuck chops

once yunho shows him how the custom qr code outfit designs work you’re about to have the most stylish lil mayor that ever roamed the earth

probably also borrows your switch to make your town jingle

overall is just confused by the game dynamic, but likes the music and how happy it’s making you :)

you’re gonna have to put the switch down on your own honey, he’s too caught up in bopping to the music while doing his own work to realize you’ve been playing for eight hours

❥ park seonghwa

has the game too, probably bought it for you so you could build “couple islands” and be THAT cute gamer couple

still probably nags you for gaming too hard if too many hours pass and you’re ignoring basic needs to like,,,, get lolly on your island or something of the sort

but lolly’s cute give him 5 mins to fall in love w god cat

sends you cute in-game love letters when you’re headass six feet away from each other in real time

but it’s ok they’re cute and he likes making you blush

brings his pretty flowers to your island he also steals yours but that’s okay

dumbfounded by your blatant aggression towards certain villagers

offers to “trade” villagers with you to make you happy and marshal scares him please take marshal from him

yes he’ll bring you cute snacks as if you were studying

overall happy that you found something you enjoy together, but will make you take frequent breaks so you don’t put off whatever you actually have to do too much

❥ jeong yunho

didn’t get the hype at first. bought the game since he thought it had to be super fun if you were ignoring him for hours at a time to go bug catching LMFAO

yet when he downloads it there’s a catch

mr epic gamer, unlike you, has the luck of a god and generates an actual island paradise and probably gets a ton of shooting star fragments too 😔✊🏻

you’re the one stealing from his island, but it’s okay he loves you 💕

and he doesn’t quite understand the game yet

gives you star fragments because you can’t get any and he doesn’t want you all sad because you can’t make a wand!!

has all the cute villagers, but if any try to move will give them to you

pays off your tom nook debt because with his luck it probably takes him less than an hour to get filthy rich in game

also figures out the qr code outfits early on. yes he’ll try to make you one, yes he’ll make himself match

overall, he gets the game because of you but does it better because it’s yunho why wouldn’t he xoxo

still makes sure you’re doing what you need to before you go off to work on your island for six hours; the type to offer game rewards he magically obtains as a prize for you after you finish your daily work

oh to be jeong yunho

❥ kang yeosang

the president of the epic gamer club

probably persuaded you to buy it with him so he could rob your island of all your goods

makes you both reset the game until your islands both have good items but are different

so he can steal your fruit :D

“y/n, you— no, restart. you can’t have peach trees, i already have peach trees!”

“dates” where you guys lie on his bed with your consoles, literally just exploring each other’s islands

y’all practically end up sharing two islands. that’s how much you play together

invites you to go raid the other members’ islands

cursed humor carries into the game; like he’ll send you crackhead mail when you least expect it and the content WILL be something that’s only funny because it’s Yeosang

“you make me so incredibly happy, y/n. almost as happy as when tom nook first handed me my nookphone. almost”

celebrates with you when you’re both rid of the ugly villagers

overall impartial to your obsession, rather he’s glad he has someone to steal from share with

still will make you take breaks with him. he loves that you’ve got a pretty island but you need to take care of yourself sweetie

if you don’t listen he will randomly come on your island to beat you up with a shovel xoxo yeosang luvs u 😘

❥ choi san

would not mind the game at all if it weren’t making you IGNORE HIS NEED FOR CUDDLES >:(

tbh san would probably whine about being attention starved for an eternity 15 mins until he realizes his whining isn’t working, and he has no choice but to cuddle up to you while letting you do your thing

by that i mean he’s backseat gamer all the way, no i do not accept criticism

he’d probably just plop down next to you and cuddle into your side or lay on top of you— just positioning himself in some way that he can see your gameplay

the type to cling to you while you play while bothering you until you accept his game opinions as fact

can and will make you kick out the villagers he thinks are ugly

“i just want you to kick that smelly limberg out, is that really too much to ask?”

probably spent 10 minutes absolutely losing his shit over the animal crossing language

“WHY ARE THEY TALKING IN KEYBOARD SMASH?”

takes the next half hour to learn how to speak it

so next time you play too long and ignore him, will shut off your switch then lay down on you and scream acnh villager language gibberish in your EAR

"you didn’t have a problem with that voice three hours ago when you were talking to that cat rosie!!” :(

if you really ignore him and never stop playing NOTHING is stopping him from being dramatic and saying smth like “y/n, i can’t take this anymore! choose, me or him!”

“him” is tom nook

why the fuck would you pick tom nook

❥ song mingi

knows the game is popular but wasn’t bothered to try playing

so when he sees you, curled up on the couch in the same position he saw you two hours ago just with one less family sized bag of chips, he quietly sighs to himself and sits next to you

“is the game really that interesting?”

when you nod, he ends up like san and kind of chills with you, backseat gaming mode

except he isn’t yelling at you to kick out the ugly villagers, he can already see you trying on your own

gets shocked when the first tarantula appears and you get bitten

occasionally gives input on what he thinks you can do to have a better island

makes you go on an island tour so he can see what you headass just spent the last week making

actually is impressed by how much work you put into your virtual island

congrats! you’ve unlocked an achievement! : gaming livestream date for song mingi

will decide for himself who the cutest villager is then act cute and ask if he looks like them. it’s probably gonna be kid cat. tell him he does. please, Tell Him he looks like kid cat

basically i don’t think he’d be that put off by you getting addicted to the game because!!! acnl is the most relaxing game ever he likes to watch you while he unwinds after a long day

if you play too long though he won’t really say much, just sit by you pouting like :(((( “lov me”

pls love him, the big babie 🥺

❥ jeong wooyoung

another member that probably has the game, but isn’t as obsessed as you

will beg you for shooting star fragments if you get any though. please get this man a wand

does not get WHY you’re trying so hard on your island layout. literally only wants one villager, his island can go to shit so long as he has that one villager

that one villager is probably gonna be molly or something

another member who learns how to imitate animal crossing speak, except his voice is already in the correct pitch

makes fun of you complaining about a villager you hate but it all comes back to bite him in the ass once moose shows up on his island and he gets it

you guys are having a competition to see who can get sprinkle on your island first

spoiler alert: he wins, he stole her from seonghwa

(he steals a lot from seonghwa)

overall happy with the fact that you guys have a game to play together

but if you grind too hard on your own and ignore him for hours at a time can and will invade your island to steal your fruit and trample your flowers. AND send you spam mail

sorry

❥ choi jongho

doesn’t care for the game, and he’s mostly chill too so he’ll probably just vibe in the other room while you play, waiting for you to finish so he can do something with you

comes out a few hours later when you’re (still) lying on the couch, angrily button mashing while muttering curses to yourself

he’s really confused tbh, he’s seen yeosang play, he knows you don’t gotta go that hard to be a successful mayor, so he HAS to ask what the fuck you’re so mad about

“i’m TRYING to catch a blittering at the moment, but i keep getting these stupid carps!!! i have a debt to pay off, god!!”

becomes infinitely more amused with the game after that point

he thinks its so funny how someone could get heated while playing through probably the most relaxing game ever

watches you fish; he enjoys the puns and seeing you get frustrated when you keep catching those goddamn carps

probably takes the switch from you at one point to try his hand at it and catches a koi fish in his first five minutes

“i guess you just suck at fishing, y/n”

overall pretty unbothered by your love for the game until you start ignoring him

then he will threaten your in-game apples, saying he’s .2s away from stealing one of his members’ switches just to brawl with your trees

and we all know who’s gonna win between jongho and apples

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pinknerdpanda · 4 years

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Breakfast, Interrupted

Word Count: 1,789

Characters: Steve, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Floof! Long Suffering!Steve, Language

Requested by: @princessmisery666 - love you boo! Xoxo The prompts she sent me are bolded below.

SSB Square Filled: Play Fighting @star-spangled-bingo

Beta’d by the always wonderful @shy-violet-soul and @hannahindie I love you both so very much.

A/N: This is pure ridiculousness. The song referenced in the fic is here. If you’ve never experienced the gloriousness of this song, you need to. Honestly I can’t think of a better time than now. God bless Brak.

A/N 2: I am using my new and improved taglist. If you want to be added, see this post.

Breakfast, Interrupted

A quiet breakfast. That's all Steve really wanted. The dew still clung to the grass as he'd come back from his morning run. He'd showered and changed and made his way to the kitchen. The fridge yielded an array of options before him. He settled on fresh berries and yogurt with a light sprinkling of granola on top and a tall, glorious glass of orange juice.

A quiet breakfast. Steve smiled to himself as he took his seat at the table and spread a napkin across his lap. However, just as he was about to scoop the first delicious bite, a loud, obnoxious voice broke his blissful silence.

"Whoa. Hey. Don't touch me!"

The spoon clattered to the table as a very irritated Bucky stomped into the kitchen. Steve took in his friend's disheveled appearance: rumpled sweats, bleary eyes, sleep-matted hair and a frustrated scowl. Steve groaned, a question poised on his lips, but Bucky raised a hand to cut him off before running it through his hair.

"Apparently we're fighting. Don't ask."

Steve narrowed his gaze as Bucky stomped to the fridge, tugging the jug of orange juice out, filling a glass and downing it in one go. He sighed, pouring himself another glass.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve's brow tilted in question as he picked up his spoon again.

Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Something like that."

Steve hummed and turned his attention back to his breakfast. Gathering the perfect ratio of berries, yogurt and granola, Steve's mouth watered in anticipation.

Y/n barreled into the kitchen, marching toward the fridge and pointedly ignoring Bucky.

"Good morning, Cap," she beamed before glaring at Bucky. "Well, I suppose that's relative, considering someone drank the last of the orange juice."

Spoon poised halfway to his lips, Steve looked up to find Bucky guiltily glancing between the half-drunk orange juice in his hand and the empty jug in front of him. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, phone clutched tightly in one hand. Bucky coughed.

"Sweetheart, come on," he pled, reaching out to her.

Y/n took a dramatic step back and tapped her phone a few times. The sound of spitting preceeded the same annoying voice as before.

"Whoa. Hey. Don't touch me!"

More rhythmic spitting and Bucky's head dropped in defeat. Y/n smirked, nodding her head in time with the spitting and shrieking along with the voice's off-tune refrain.

"Don't touch me!"

The spoon in Steve's hand fell to his bowl, the contents of his breakfast muting the soft thud. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What the fuck is going on with you two?"

Y/n tapped her phone again, cutting off the...well, Steve wouldn't exactly classify it as a song, but didn't know what the hell else to call it...mid screech.

Y/n clicked her tongue, tucking the phone into her pocket. "Language, Steven!"

Steve hung his head, mirroring his friend. All he'd wanted was a quiet, peaceful breakfast, but he rarely got exactly what he wanted, so why start now?

"She's mad at me because," Bucky paused and growled in frustration. He turned to y/n. "You know what? I don't even know why you're mad at me! You won't talk to me and let me try and fix it. No, no, no. Instead you just play that damn song at me anytime I get within a foot of you. So please," he sounds a vibranium hand towards Steve, "explain to both of us just what I've done to piss you off."

Steve's eyes flicked between them. Bucky's chest heaved with frustration as he stared at her. Y/n seethed, a quiet, simmering rage that flared her nostrils, narrowed her gaze and tensed her shoulders. Between the two of them - knowing full well what his best friend of 70 years was capable of given a weapon and decades of brainwashing - y/n terrified Steve.

"If you don't know, then that's an even bigger problem." Y/n's tone was deathly calm as she turned on her heels and stalked out of the room.

Bucky turned wide, confused eyes at Steve. Nothing about this morning had been or was ever going to be quiet. Or peaceful. And at this point he was convinced it wasn't even going to involve breakfast. Steve sighed.

"Try to remember, Buck. What happened?"

Bucky threw his arms in the air, his head falling backward as a groan rumbled from deep within him.

"I don't fuckin' know."

Whiny wasn't a word Steve had ever used to describe James Buchanan Barnes. To be honest, it was never something he'd even considered having to use in reference to him. And yet, Bucky was pacing and grumbling; petulant and, well, whiny.

"We went to bed and everything was fine." Bucky stopped pacing and smirked. "Everything was more than fine. The things she can do with her -"

Steve stood, slicing the air between them with a flattened palm. "I'm gonna stop you right there. I don't need the lurid details of your love life." A memory of the calm fury he'd seen in y/n's eyes moments ago flashed through his mind and he shuddered. He did not want to be on her bad side, and knowing intimate details of she and Bucky's relationship would surely land him there.

Bucky groaned again, jamming his palms harshly into his eye sockets. "I don't know Steve! I woke up and she was just staring at me like I'd kicked a puppy."

Steve scoffed. "Again?"

"That was one time and I swear to God it was an accident!" Bucky flinched. "I still see that poor bastard in my nightmares."

His breakfast now too warm to enjoy, Steve collected his bowl and dumped the contents down the garbage disposal. Even all these years later the thought of wasting precious food made his stomach turn. He rinsed the bowl and spoon and faced his friend.

"What happened then?"

"I asked her what was wrong and she growled at me. Growled, Steve. Growled." Bucky blew out a breath and planted his hands on his hips. "I tried to kiss her and she started playing that goddamn song."

"Oh." Steve wrinkled his nose. "What the hell was that anyway?"

Bucky's eyes widened. "Right?! It's some cartoon or something, but it's so annoying!"

"Buck," Steve began, straightening his spine and filling his words with every ounce of his Cap voice he could muster. "I think you just need to go talk to her."

"Seriously? That's it?!" Bucky's jaw fell open, incredulity seeping into his expression.

"Seriously. Now, please - and I say this with all the love in my heart - get out of my face before I punch you."

Without another word or a glance behind him, Steve left his oldest friend to stew in the consequences of whatever mistake he'd made - consciously or otherwise.

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Y/n sat cross-legged on the still unmade bed she shared with her boyfriend of three years. Things between her and Bucky hadn't always been smooth sailing, but they were happy. They prided themselves on having an open and honest relationship free of games and mistrust. But this? Well, this was stupid.

She was taking this too far. She recognized this. She'd been ready to kiss and make-up the moment she'd tutted Steve in the kitchen for his language. But then Bucky had to go and open his big mouth right there for anyone (Steve) to hear. Not just that, he didn't even know why she was so mad in the first place!

Though to be fair, he really didn't. She reasoned with herself that there was no logical way he could know what had transpired between them in her dreams. But that didn't stop her from being furious about it.

Their door flung open and y/n tensed, her hand poised over her phone, ready to hit play on the song of her discontent. Bucky froze, his fingers still wrapped around the doorknob. He looked so lost with his greasy, mussed hair and the adorable little crease between his eyebrows as he glanced between her and the phone in her hand.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he sighed, closing the door softly and scrubbing a hand down his face. "I know you're upset with me, and I just wish I knew what I did so that I could fix it."

He took a tentative step forward but stopped as her finger hovered over the screen.

"Please, baby." His voice was full of confused anguish.

Y/n took a modicum of pity on him and pushed her phone away. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief but made no effort to come closer.

Pulling her knees up toward her chest, y/n wrapped her arms around them and studied the pattern of the blanket before her.

"I dreamt last night that you cheated on me with that waitress from the other night."

Saying the words out loud made her realize how foolish this whole situation was. But she'd be damned if she would say that out loud now. She looked up to find Bucky squinting at her, the crease between his eyebrows furrowing deeper as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. It wasn't often that Bucky Barnes was speechless and even when he was it didn't last long.

"You're mad at me because I slept with some girl in your dream?"

Y/n nodded and Bucky grinned, taking a step forward. Scooping up her phone again, she wielded it like a weapon, silently threatening him not to come any closer lest his ears fall victim yet again to Brak and his toneless reprise. Bucky inched forward, unfazed. Before she could unleash her weapon upon him, Bucky seized the phone and tossed it aside before tackling her to the bed.

"Get off me, you brute!" She pounded her fists uselessly against his chest, trying not to giggle as Bucky rained kisses over her face and neck. "Bucky!"

He stopped, pulling back enough to look into her eyes. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face and he smiled at her. The overwhelming love that shone in the azure depths of his gaze was enough to punch the air from her lungs.

"Y/n, I'm sorry you had such a bad dream. But I promise you, baby, that's all it was." Bucky stroked her cheek with a cool finger and bumped his nose against hers. "Just a dream. You're the only girl for me. I love you."

Y/n threaded her fingers through his chestnut locks and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips were just a breaths width apart as she whispered.

"I love you too, Bucky. How about some breakfast?"

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 18 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. Xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Someone’s planning a super sweet sixteen, and love is in the air...

Chapter 18: Those Magic Changes

Courtney skipped into the kitchen, trilling, “Gooood morning, mommy!” and giving Karen a big, warm hug. She turned to Karen’s new boyfriend, who was struggling with the coffee maker. “Hi, Todd. Let me help you with that.”

Karen raised an eyebrow at her daughter’s sunny disposition. “Okay, what do you want?”

“Well, now that you mention it, I was thinking about my party…”

“Oh god, here we go--”

“Moooom,” Courtney whined good-naturedly. “It’s my sixteenth birthday. We’re doing it here in the backyard, that’s saving a lot of money, right? I mean, Kim’s was at the Hilton.”

“Courtney, I don’t need to remind you that both the economy and our financial situation were very different back then, right?”

Courtney smiled and put her arms around her mom’s shoulders.

“I know, mommy. That’s my point. Kimmy had a booming economy and the emotional stability of two-parent family. I mean, I’m dealing with a divorce and two wars and a terrible president. I should have a nice birthday party, don’t you think?” Courtney pouted her lip.

Karen laughed. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“So listen,” Courtney said, getting down to business, “Roy’s cousin Tomas is a DJ, and he said he’ll do it for the friends and family rate.” She placed a business card on the counter. “I found a caterer in Pasadena that has tons of vegetarian options and she gives a huge discount if you go pick the stuff up from her.” She put a printout of another business card down carefully. “And she’s like 2 blocks away from a bakery that does vegan cakes and look at this!” Courtney pulled out a picture of a black and white cake with a bright pink bow. “It’s my colors!”

Karen shook her head. “I thought we’d get a cake from Costco, honey.”

“Mother. Costco?” Courtney clutched her chest dramatically. “Omigod, this is worse than the divorce.”

Todd, who had been silent, began to laugh. “I’m pretty stoked on the vegan cake idea, Court.”

“Thank you! Oh, and Party Planet can deliver tables, chairs, lights, decor, everything, early in the morning and then pick it up the next day. They did April’s quinceañera last year, and they are AMAZING.” She put the last piece of paper down triumphantly. “I’ve been doing a lot of research and these are the best deals in town, mom.”

Karen shook her head. “Fine, I will talk to these vendors. I’m not promising anything, though.”

“Thanks, mommy! And remember, we’re also saving money since Darienne and I are doing the invitations and placecards ourselves.”

“You spent three hundred bucks at Michael’s, Courtney. I don’t know how much money that saved.”

“Mommy...have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Courtney batted her eyelashes. “And so young…”

“Go get dressed for school, Courtney.”

She kissed Karen on the cheek and departed from the kitchen, singing, “This will be the best party ever! Because I have the best mother!”

Todd shook his head. “You’re getting so played.”

“I know,” Karen sighed.

Adore and Willam were the last to arrive at lunch; Fame and Pearl were deep in conversation about who knows what and Violet sat across from Trinity, giving her answers to some homework that she didn’t do.

“What’s up, guys?” Adore asked, plopping down in the grass next to Violet and Trinity. Willam sat against the tree butting his way into Fame and Pearl’s conversation.

“Hey, Adore. Just trying to get this finished before class--heard Mrs. Davis is checking for correctness.” Trinity rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“And Violet's helping you. Aw, look who's being nice today,” Adore teased Violet, trying to elicit some kind of response from the girl. Violet had been ignoring Adore since the locker incident and she just wanted things to get back to normal between them. Or as normal as possible, under the circumstances.

Adore sighed when Violet stared at the paper in front of her.

“Did you read the story at all Trin? He dies at the end,” Violet grabbed pencil from Trinity, erasing her answer.

“Lenny dies?!”

“Yeah-” Adore started only to be interrupted by Violet.

“Maybe, you should have read the book. I don't even know why I'm helping you,” Violet passed the paper back.

“Because you love me and like to see me succeed in life,” Trinity flashed a smile and Violet playfully rolled her eyes.

“Never suggest such a thing.”

Adore let out a frustrated groan before flopping back onto the grass between the two girls, “Can you, like, stop acting like I don't exist.” Adore said, a pout on her lips, hazel eyes blinking at Violet.

“Fame,” Violet called over Adore.

“Yes.”

“Do you still have some grapes left?”

“Mhm,” Fame nodded, ready to toss the ziplock to Violet.

“I'll come get them,” Violet said, crawling over to the others.

Adore sat up on her elbows, watching Violet crawl away. Then looked up at Trinity who was shaking her head, “Can you talk to her?”

“I'll try, but you know how Violet is.”

The cast was scattered all over the place waiting their turn to get on the stage and go over blocking and lines. And Adore didn’t hesitate to find her way to where the other pink ladies sat in the back of the theater, plopping down beside Raja.

“Hey,” Adore said softly, bright eyes admiring the beauty of the older girl.

“Sup,” Raja nodded, pulling the headphones off her ears.

“You look good,” the words left Adore’s lips before she could stop them and her face reddened in turn.

Raja was wearing a Cyndi Lauper t-shirt under a frayed jean jacket, patches sewed carefully along the sleeves and front. Her caramel skin peeked through the rips in her jeans, her long dark hair was braided back, bangs swept to one side, and battered black boots giving her more of an edge and pulling the entire look together.

“I ‘look good’?” Raja raised a brow and Adore face grew redder but she nodded, because it was true. “Thanks for the compliment but I threw this on in two minutes. You, look like you took some time getting ready this morning, though,” Raja said, putting her feet up on the seat in front of her.

Raja wasn't wrong, Adore had been spending more time in the mirror in the mornings than usual.

“Not really,” Adore lied, remembering how she kept messing up her eyeliner and nearly wanted to cry because her right eye wasn’t perfect.

The smell of weed and Raja’s perfume had Adore’s stomach doing flips as she leaned in close; the music from her headphones echoed between them.

“Well, you look good,” Raja looked over Adore, before moving to take her feet off the seat.

“Thanks.” Adore tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Wanna go to the vending machine with me?” Raja asked.

“Yeah.” Adore hurriedly stood up, the pair making their way out of the theatre.

“Have you seen the jackets?” Raja asked as she put her money in the machine.

“No, have you?” Adore leaned against the machine as casually as possible.

“Yeah, I’m helping with the costumes. I gotta show them to you when we get a chance.” Raja said, moving closer to Adore after grabbing her pack of skittles. “Maybe try them on to make sure they fit?” Raja suggested, fingering at Adore’s jacket, brown eyes staring intently into Adore’s.

Adore’s thoughts raced with possibilities, but she only nodded in response.

“Uh, you wanna hang out later?”

“Sorry,” Raja smacked her teeth, stepping back and opening the bag of skittles. “Got work, but another time, okay?”

“Yeah,” Adore nodded.

Once back in the theatre, Raja put her headphones on Adore, going through her music seeing if the younger girl could name the songs from ear.

“You don't know this one,” Raja teased.

“Yeah, I do. Give me a sec; the song just started,” Adore smiled.

“Let me see what part it's on,” Raja leaned in, her scent filling Adore’s senses again. Raja’s hand found a spot on Adore's thigh as she leaned toward her. Raja put her ear to the outside of the headphones and the pressure on Adore’s thigh made it hard for her to concentrate on the song.

“If you haven't gotten it by now, then you're not going to get it,” Raja laughed, hand squeezing Adore’s thigh slightly. Adore turned to look at Raja, heartbeat speeding up when she noticed how close they were to each other; noses nearly touching.

“Whatever, it's all stuff from before I was born. It’s stuff from before you were born,” Adore pulled the headphones off.

“Exactly. When you come to my place… I'm going to have to get you acquainted with some real music.”

Courtney walked back to her seat, trying not to watch Adore’s ridiculously obvious flirting. Frankly, she found Raja to be a little bit pretentious and full of herself, but Adore seemed to think she walked on water, so she was just keeping her opinions to herself.

It wouldn’t be so bad, but she’d canceled their plans twice in the last week, which irritated Courtney to no end. She couldn’t be totally sure that the last time had to do with Raja, but Courtney had her suspicions. She sighed, approaching Roy and Darienne, who were of course dutifully studying for a US History test while everyone else in the theatre was fucking around.

“You alright, babe?” Roy asked.

Courtney looked down at him and smiled sweetly. “Mmmhmm…” She ran a hand through his thick hair and settled into his lap, demanding attention.

Roy grinned, dimples deep in his cheeks, and went in for a long, slow kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Roy, when did Teddy Roosevelt start the National--” Darienne began and then looked up, rolling her eyes. “You guys, come on...”

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Courtney asked coyly, batting her eyelashes.

Roy laughed and sucked on her pulse point, one hand trailing down her thigh. “Yes. And don’t stop.”

“You used to be a really responsible study partner, you know!” Darienne said.

Courtney giggled as Roy buried his face in her hair, giving Darienne an apologetic shrug. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. I guess I’ll just be ruining the curve by myself now.” Darienne flipped her hair and went back to her textbook.

Roy lifted his head, eyes blazing. “Fuck you, I’m still gonna ruin the curve. I’ll get a higher grade than you without even studying.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Twenty bucks says I beat your grade on Friday without cracking this book.”

“Deal. Give me the book.”

“You don’t trust me?” Roy clutched his chest in mock dismay.

“Not as far as I can throw you, Del Rio.”

“Hmph. Well, you’re smarter than I thought.” Roy handed over his textbook, chuckling.

“Knock knock…” Adore said, standing at Courtney’s back door.

Courtney pulled off her headphones, sweaty after just getting back from a run, and threw open the door. “Hiya babe, come in!”

“I’m just here to hand-deliver the RSVP for the most ridiculous invitation I’ve ever received.”

Courtney clapped her hands, jumping up and down excitedly. “Did the glitter go everywhere?”

“Yes. You goddamned asshole.”

“Roy was so pissed. He was sitting on his unmade bed and now it’s like, in his sheets. And when I saw him there was even a piece of pink glitter in his eyelashes,” she doubled over laughing. “He said he’s gonna have his mom put a Santeria curse on me.”

“I’d support that.”

“Too bad she loves me!” Courtney giggled mischievously, then sat down at the table, sighing dreamily. “This party is going to be amazing. I almost feel bad for using the divorce to manipulate my parents into spending so much money…”

Adore laughed. “Almost, but not quite?”

“Well, do you remember Kimmy’s sweet sixteen party, at the Hilton?! Come on! I deserve this!” Courtney pouted.

“Of course you do, princess. So...I wanted to ask you a question about the guest list.”

“Yes, I invited Pearl and Willam and no, I did not invite Violet.”

“Noted. But, I was wondering if I could invite Raja.”

Courtney stared at her for a moment, blinking rapidly.

“I mean, you know, we’ve been hanging out, and...things are...why do you look like that?”

“Because Raja has never even said one word to me.”

“Well…” Adore bit her lip. “Maybe, she can just be my plus one.”

“This party is about me, Adore. Why would you need a plus one?” Courtney whined.

“Uh...” Adore hesitated, knowing how Courtney got when it came to her birthday. She was the most important person that day and she’d fight anyone who said otherwise.

“Whatever,” Courtney finally sighed crossing her arms in annoyance.

“Whatever? So, I can-”

“Yeah, you can invite her, I guess. But I expect your present to be the best one I open at my party. I want to be wowed and everyone else to be jealous that you’re my best friend.” Courtney raised a brow, challenging Adore.

Adore let out a nervous chuckle at her friend’s ridiculousness.

“Okay, yeah, it’ll be the best present you could ask for. I promise.” Adore leaned across the table planting a kiss on Courtney’s cheek.

“Pearl, if you can do the school over here, I can work on the foreground,” Sasha said.

“Sure!” Pearl settled down over by the corner as directed, arranging her brushes, chatting with Sasha about the plans for the other backdrops. She was especially excited about getting to take the lead for the drive-in, since Sasha had loved her sketches.

“Sasha! Did you know that the US History test is tomorrow?!” Shea came running around the corner in a panic. She glanced down at Pearl and tried to regain her composure. “Hey Pearl.”

Pearl flashed a coy smile and Shea returned a shy grin.

“Yeah, hon, I know. Do you wanna come over and study later?”

“Uh, yeah, duh. And can I borrow your notes too?” Shea smiled charmingly at her friend.

Sasha laughed. “Sure. I’ll go get them.” She rose from the ground and walked over to her backpack.

Pearl looked up at Shea, standing with one hip cocked, head tilted. She was just so damn cute.

“Shea, I love that dress. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, um...I made it.”

“You made it? Are you serious?” Pearl jumped up to examine it closer. “You are kidding me; this is incredible!” She ran a finger over the colorful fabric.

Shea cleared her throat. “Thanks.” She took a small step back and Pearl wondered if she’d crossed some boundary.

“You know, I heard that they need someone else to do costumes. If you’re interested, I bet Thorgy would kiss your feet.” Pearl tried to give her a friendly, non-predatory, no-homo smile.

“Cool, yeah, that’s…” Shea trailed off, looking into Pearl’s eyes, clearing her throat.

Sasha handed a red notebook to Shea, looking between them with an amused expression. “Here you go. I’ll be done here by 4:30.”

“Okay, thanks. See you later,” Shea said, quickly taking the notebook and bolting.

“Something I said?” Pearl asked.

Sasha laughed. “Don’t take it personally.”

“So, mother,” Courtney skipped into the kitchen, a sly smile on her face and a piece of paper in hand.

“Courtney, please don’t tell me-”

“Just a few last-minute things that I must have for my party.” She held the list out for her mom to take, but Karen only glared at the paper.

“Come on. It’s not bad, I promise,” Courtney waved the paper in front of her face, coaxing her to take it out of her hand.

With a sigh, Karen took the paper from Courtney, folding it up.

“Wait, what are you doing, look at it.”

“I will, when I have time.” Karen assured.

“What’s more important than your baby girl’s sweet sixteen?” Courtney crossed her arms.

“Courtney, don’t start,” Karen squinted at Courtney.

“Ever since you and dad finalized your divorce, it’s been like I don’t even matter,” Courtney eyes watered and her bottom lip quivered for effect.

“You know that’s not true,” Karen sighed, knowing Courtney’s tactics, but couldn’t help feeling the guilt that would eat her alive if Courtney didn’t have the birthday she wanted. “Let me see what you wrote.”

“Two cakes and an ice cream cart,” she looked up with wide eyes.

“We’re doing the vegan cake from Sweet Pea, plus I want a regular chocolate cake for everyone else and an ice cream cart for people who don’t like cakes plus it’s cute and fun and the awning matches my color scheme.” Courtney smiled and Karen rolled her eyes.

“You’ll get the vegan cake and one or the other; not both,” she said before she continued reading. “Smoke machines, strobe lights? Disco balls? Courtney--”

“They are just little add-ons to the lighting package! It’ll make the dance floor sooo much more fun, Mommy, please!”

“Balloon arch? Confetti cannons? A photographer AND videographer? Do you want a clown too?” Karen murmured under her breath, but Courtney heard her mother and only rolled her eyes.

“Mom, we need production value, and the photographer is to capture the memories, it’s going to be such a special day.”

“We can all take pictures. I have a camera, and so does your father, and Todd, plus I’ll borrow the video camera from Bonnie. And doesn’t your friend Thorgy take beautiful pictures?”

“Yeah, but that’s not as good as a professional!”

“Whatever,” her mother shook her head.

“Keep going,” Courtney waved her hand. Her mother grew silent as she continued to read the list.

“Okay, Courtney. No!” Karen slapped the paper on the counter, wanting to get it out of her hands as quick as possible causing Courtney to frown.

“What?”

“No spray tan, no teeth whitening! Even if we had that kind of money, which we don’t, that stuff is full of toxic chemicals.”

“But, mom, it’s winter and I’m so pasty, I need a tan!” she whined.

“I said NO! And I’m not hiring a professional makeup artist, or hairstylist either. Kimmy can do your hair and makeup. I don’t have the money for this stuff and you know it.”

“What about daddy?” Courtney asked. Did she know her list was a bit much, yes, but did she think it was unreasonable, no.

“Pick out three things that you really want from this and then I’ll call your father,” she slid the paper across the counter to Courtney.

“Mommy!”

“Courtney. Don’t.”

They glared at each other, before finally Courtney decided to give in.

“I’ll rewrite the list.”

“Thank you, I’ll call your dad.”

Fingers intertwined with Roy, Courtney made her way to her locker, going on and on about her plans for the party in a couple of weeks.

“I already have it narrowed down between three outfits that I might wear for my party. I just can’t figure out which one would be the best one,” Courtney pouted.

“You’ll look beautiful in any outfit you choose,” Roy leaned in, placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You haven’t even seen the outfits. How would you know?”

“That’s because you won’t let me and you’re the most beautiful girl no matter what you wear,” Roy smiled, tugging Courtney’s hand, pulling her into his chest as they walked up to Courtney’s locker.

All Courtney had been able to talk about for the last week is party plans and Roy found it absolutely endearing how adamant she was on making sure everything was less no than perfect. His only job so far was to find the perfect birthday gift for her, which was stressful in its own right.

“Thank you,” Courtney said, stopping in front of her locker before pulling Roy into a sweet kiss, “but you’re no help right now. I just have to decide on what color I want to wear and then it’ll really narrow it down. Everyone else will be wearing black and white so that means I need to pick the perfect color to POP compared to everyone else.” Courtney continued as she unlocked her locker.

“I thought you’re wearing pink.”

“Oh my god, do you know how many shades of pink there are?” she rolled her eyes. “I mean- OHMYGOD!” Courtney squealed as she opened her locker, startling Roy.

“What!? What’s wrong?” Roy pulled the locker door open wider to see a black box decorated with glittery numbers saying “1996” sitting on top of a note. His brows furrowed in confusion as Courtney bounced on her feet in excitement.

She grabbed the box out of her locker and opened it, another squeal leaving her before she closed the box, looking up at Roy with teary green eyes. She reopened the box a big smile spreading across her face as she ran her finger over the pretty silver brush and pulled out a familiar bright red hair bow and slipped it onto her wrist.

Courtney sat at the table watching her mother take the cookies out of the oven, setting them aside to cool down.

“Are we going to take allll the cookies over there?” Courtney asked, blinking up at her mother, hoping that she would let her keep a few for herself; it had been her idea to bake cookies for the new neighbors instead of the lasagna Karen wanted to take over, secretly hoping that she’d get some cookies too.

“We’ll keep a few here, since you were so helpful today,” Karen said taking her oven mitts off, “Now go wash up while the cookies cool down.”

Later, Courtney skipped down the sidewalk at her mother’s side, excited to be the first one to meet the new family out of all of her friends.

“Does the new neighbors have kids?” Courtney asked.

“Well, I saw a boy a little older than you and I saw a little girl around your age, when they were still moving yesterday.”

“I’ll ring the doorbell!” Courtney yelled, running up to the door and pressing the button, beyond excited to meet these brand-new kids.

“Just once,” Karen swatted Courtney’s hand away from the doorbell as she went to push it again.

Courtney mimicked her mother, smiling wide when the door swung open to reveal a woman with dyed curly blonde hair and a young girl hiding behind the woman’s leg.

“Hi! I’m Karen and this is my daughter, Courtney. We thought we’d welcome you to the neighborhood with some homemade cookies.” Karen held out the container.

“They’re vegan!” Courtney added, smiling up at the woman.

“Thank you! Vegan cookies, wow. Never had them before.” Bonnie gave a tight smile, taking the cookies from Karen.

“They’re really really good,” Courtney said, addressing the girl behind the woman’s leg more than the woman herself, hoping that they would like the cookies as much as she did.

“This is really appreciated. I’m Bonnie, and this is my baby girl Adore,” Bonnie said. “Do you want some coffee?”

“I’m not a baby!” Adore exclaimed, before hiding again, biting her lip.

Courtney smiled at Adore, wiggling her fingers at the dark-haired girl. She couldn’t see much of her as she peaked at Courtney from between Bonnie’s legs; but the bright red bow wrapped around the girl’s ponytail caught Courtney’s attention and she had an urge to tug it.

Courtney was shaken from her thoughts as Karen’s hand on her shoulder guided her into the house.

“Adore, why don’t you and Courtney go play. You can show her your new bedroom,” Bonnie suggested, and headed into the kitchen, chatting with Karen along the way.

“I really like your bow. It’s so pretty, I don’t have any bows,” Courtney said reaching to tug at the bow, but Adore moved out of her reach, causing Courtney to frown for a moment until she saw a big smile spread across Adore’s face.

“Do you want to go upstairs and see my other stuff? I have so many bows,” Adore touched her own before turning to run up the stairs and Courtney followed.

She closed the box sitting it back in her locker and picked up the card that the box had sat on.

“Uh, so who is it from,” Roy asked even though he was ninety-nine percent sure he knew who it was from.

Courtney ignored him as she read the card:

Remember my favorite red bow I used to always wear? When we first met, you’d beg me to let you wear it. When I finally gave in, you lost it the next day. I can’t believe we stayed friends after that. :p It must be because you were the only one who had patience for my “tender-headed bullshit,” to quote my lovely mother. This is gift 1 of 10, for our 10 years of friendship. -Dory

Courtney watched Adore whimper, grit her teeth and stomp her feet as Bonnie detangled her hair.

“It's okay, Dory,” Courtney said softly, hating to see Adore like this. She sat in front of Adore, trying to distract her from the brush running through her hair.

When Adore let out a cry as the brush snagged on a particular knot, tears started to fall from her eyes. Courtney leaped forward, pulling Adore into a tight hug.

Bonnie shook her head, finding the whole scene adorable and over-dramatic.

“She'll be fine, Courtney.” Bonnie assured.

When the girls didn't let go of each other, Bonnie decide to send Courtney off.

“Courtney, can you be an angel and go get Adore's big red bow out of her bedroom for me.”

Courtney nodded, peeling away from Adore, running to get the bow, knowing that it was Adore's favorite and wanting to get back to her as soon as possible.

Running as fast as her little legs could carry she burst through Adore’s bedroom door, grabbing the red bow from her night table. Courtney hesitated for just a moment, admiring the brightness of it before Adore’s yelp from downstairs pulled her out of her thoughts, causing her to spring back into action.

Passing the bow to Bonnie, Courtney plopped back down in front of a crying Adore.

“Hold my hand, Dory.” Courtney said, shoving her hand towards Adore and they stayed like that until Adore’s hair was finished.

“Babe, are you crying?” Roy wrapped his arms around Courtney.

“No,” she sniffed, “I just really miss that red bow,” she turned around to face him.

Fuck, he thought, he completely forgot that he was going to be going up against Adore for the title of best gift. Best friend vs Boyfriend.

Around the corner, Adore watched Courtney’s emotional reaction to her gift with a satisfied smirk. Nailed it.

“Dory, pretty pleasssseee,” Courtney begged, hugging Adore tight.

All Courtney wanted was to wear Adore’s red bow, when her Grandma Muriel came to visit tomorrow, but Adore didn't want Courtney to wear it because it was hers.

“No,” Adore huffed.

“But I promise to bring it back,” Courtney pouted, blinking those wide green eyes.

Adore crossed her arms, red bow tight in her hand. Courtney smiled mischievously hand inching toward Adore's. She gripped the tip of the bow and tried to lightly tug it out of Adore’s hand.

“No, Courtney!” Adore yelled, hopping off the couch. Crossing her arms and turning her nose up.

“Pretty please! With cherries on top,” Courtney bottom lip quivered, her feelings hurt that Adore was being so mean to her to today. “I thought you were my best friend.”

“I am.” Adore uncrossed her arms nodding.

“No, you're not because you won't let me wear your bow.” Courtney pouted.

Hurt was evident on Adore’s face at Courtney's statement of no longer being best friends. She looked down at the red bow that she had taken off her hair earlier and contemplated her options. The red bow was hers and it was her favorite. She also liked being Courtney's best friend; they played together all the time, watched movies and did everything together.

She was scared Courtney would try to keep her bow, but she didn't want to stop being Courtney's best friend.

“Okay,” she sighed, “you can wear it.” Adore held the bow to Courtney, who squealed in delight, attacking Adore in a tight hug, sending them both to the ground.

“Here, hold this,” Courtney shoved the box and the card into Roy's hands. She raked her hair high above her head like she’d do on game days and wrapped the bow around her ponytail.

As Courtney fixed her hair, Roy noticed Adore moving toward them from the lockers behind them. Eyes wide in surprise that he hadn't noticed her there earlier, he moved to the side as Adore snuck up behind Courtney, wrapping her arms around his girlfriend’s waist.

“P.S. I'm still a little bitter about you losing my bow, even though your mom bought both of us replacements,” Adore snickered as Courtney squealed for the third time that day, turning around and throwing her arms around her neck.

“I didn't do it on purpose,” Courtney pouted and Roy cleared his throat. Adore immediately noticed the intimacy of their position and stepped back.

Courtney, distracted by the surprise, only turned back to the locker.

“Does it look good?” she asked straightening it out trying to look in the small locker mirror.

“Looks amazing,” Adore smiled.

“It looks perfect,” Roy nodded, before shooting Adore a quick glare, wracking his brain for the perfect gift to beat Adore’s.

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elejahfanfic · 4 years

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Start Over/1

Fanfiction

Part 1

Pairing: Elena Gilbert x Nick Amaro

#nicklena

Tvd/svu crossover fanfiction

a/n: this is my new au ship - and here is a little story. I am borrowing Nick Amaro from Law&Order SUV

This is totally AU.

Premise: Nick Amaro left New York to go live in Mystic Falls, to be close to his daughter Zara.

He meets Dr Elena Gilbert Salvatore, who now is a widow, as Damon Salvatore died in a car accident.

Nick will soon find out that Mystic Falls is not such a normal town.

It’s a little love story. I hope you like it.

Thanks for reading. xoxo

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tags: @miguelsbrat

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At the Salvatore School, a surprise birthday party saw old friends reunite.

"This is the best birthday present," Elena said hugging Bonnie, "when did you get here?"

"Last night. Caroline literally smuggled me in." Bonnie recalled the events of her arrival.

"That is why you cancelled on me last night?!" Elena turned to Caroline.

"We can have a much better movie night now that Bonnie is back." Caroline raised an eyebrow chuckling a bit,"now the cake. You can have your other presents later."

As they all had a cake and Elena unpacked her presents, the party dispersed, leaving Elena with Bonnie in the garden.

"Thanks so much for coming. I hope you are going to stay a while." Elena said taking a bit of the cake.

"I am. Sidney is coming down from New York this weekend. He wants to meet you guys."

"Omg - this like really serious?!"

"It is." Bonnie said, "he asked me to marry him. I got bigger news. I am pregnant."

Flashback

London A week earlier

"Ahhh, that's great. I am so happy for you."

"Caroline heard the baby beat, the vampire her. So I told her last night."

"Hey, it's fine. We are not in competition."

"I want you guys to be my maids of honour and the baby's Godmothers." Bonnie said.

"Oh, Bon - thank you. Ah, this so made my day. I am so happy for you."

"I am really happy. I thought I would never fall in love again," Bonnie smiled, adding, "I wish you and Caroline get to be happy again, too."

"I got the practise, and Caroline's got the School." Elena sighed a little.

"I bet days like these make you miss Damon."

"I miss him. But I am good. I've been on a date." Elena said.

"Really? Omg- who with?" Bonnie got curious.

"A friend of Alaric's. A history professor from Whitmore. Joe. But it was a total didaster."

"Oh - you're not ready or? He was just not - crazy enough?!"

"I am so ready, but - there was no spark - nothing. He is ok, but - yeah"

"Spark - so important!" Bonnie emphasized,and now turned to the subject of a certain detective that Caroline had mentioned Elena was swooning about, but was not going to admit it.

"It's like totally weird. And then it kinda isn't." Elena said, her thoughts swaying to Nick.

"What's up?" Bonnie asked, seeing Elena go suddenly quiet.

"Nothing. Feel a bit tired. I had an emergency call at 6 a.m this morning and I've been working all day." Elena fibbed a little, though she did feel a tad bit exhausted.

"Tomorrow, movie night- I am so up for it. The three of us together again." Bonnie said.

"Oh, yeah. My house. We are so going all ‘High School’ retro time." Elena said standing up.

"I'll get the popcorn. God, I am so happy to be back." Bonnie stood up herself.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Elena hugged her friend warmly, before she went to find Caroline and thanked her for throwing her the party.

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Sometimes later

"Yes, mom. I've got everything sorted." Nick said to his mother as he pulled in his drive way.

"Right. I am getting things wrapped up here. I should be in Mystic Falls in a few days."

"All right. We can’t wait to see you." Nick said and as they exchanged byes, he got out of the car.

Life changed dramatically for him. Never, in his wildest dreams did he think he would be living in a small town like Mystic Falls. It still felt like he went through the looking glass and entered another world.

Putting his phone away in his suit jacket he stood for a moment, looking at the house next door. It was a new house, belonging to Dr Gilbert Salvatore. Making a small gulp he flashed back to the first time he had met Elena.

Flashback

Two months earlier

Salvatore School Charity Night

There, she appeared through the door of the big room. And he could not take his eyes off her.

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Seeing her pull in in the driveway, he got out, meeting her as she got her medical bag out, as well as a couple of bags of groceries, trying to balance them.

"Evening" Nick said, “Can I help?"

Elena, feeling suddenly flush nodded.

Taking the groceries, without a word, the detective followed the doppelganger into the house.

Nick stepped in, glancing at the decor that screamed modern rustic look.

"The kitchen is through here." Elena gestured the direction.

"It's a beautiful house" Nick complemented the interior.

"Thank you," the brunette said putting her medical bag on the side chair,"but you are not here to - uhm- why are you here? I mean, if it is about Zara- she just had a light sprain. The wrist will be fine in a couple of weeks.”

“It’s not about Zara. Or the case. Can I say - Happy birthday."

"Oh, thank you. Right -”

"Right - yes - uhm - I’m sorry - you must think that I am a total jerk.” the detective made a mental sigh before he continued, his whole being strangely getting rigid. "I came here to apologize."

"What for?" Elena cut in.

"The way I was dismissive the other day - among other things."

"Yeah. All right. If that is it - no big." Elena shrugged it off.

"True. Still - since I will be living here - next door. I want things to be ok between us. Be a good neighbour. And Zara likes you - she told me she wanted to be a doctor."

"We're good. I told you - no big."

"Thank you." Nick nodded."I won’t not keep you any longer- good night"

"Good night" Elena said walking to the back door opening it for the detective who stood still as he got out, turning to the brunette.

"What?"

"Yes- back there - the other day - behind the Grill - you pulled me away - you wanted to tell me something. But then Caroline Forbes came and you left. What is it that you wanted to tell me? It sounded like it was quite important”

“Well - I was - thinking to invite you to my birthday party.”

“Oh - right. And I fucked it up. Sorry”

Ever since her eyes locked with his, he knew his heart was already hers. Every time his saw her, coming to check on the last finishes on the house, meeting her, talking to her, he fell more for her smile, her laugh, her easy-going personality and everything else about her. He didn’t think he could fall for someone that made him feel like he was a teenager again, sheepishly staring at her, everything inside him stirred. Nick looked at Elena, losing himself in her deep chocolate eyes confirming now that she was not holding any grudges.

“You’re forgiven.” Elena said, her lips twitching cutely.

Nick curled up a little smile, nodding a little as in thank you, before turning away walking through the garden door to his house.

Elena walked inside her house, closing the back door, smiling like a cheshire cat. Putting her hands on her flushed cheeks to cool them down, she tried to calm her heart that was beating giddily.

“You’re like falling in love - and it’s great, Lena” it hummed. “It’s totally time to start over again.”

#elena gilbert #nick amaro #law and order svu #tvd crossover #svu imagines #fanfiction svu #fanfiction crossover #alternative universe #fanficiton #nicklena #danny pino #nina dobrev

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Running Away (Justin x MC - Jessica)

Running Away (Justin x MC – Jessica)

Summary: Jessica is trying to expand her horizons and get into more major event planning beyond weddings. This takes place right after the infamous kiss – and Jessica still hasn’t heard from Justin. When she has an unfortunate and unexpected run in with him, tempers flare and sparks fly, yet again.

Authors Note: This is the first story I’ve written in MONTHS. It’s good to be back but it may not be my best. I’m loving Justin and Save the Date much more than I expected. Hope this little ficlet brings you joy today! xoxo

Word Count: 1757

“Thank you, Ms. Jennings, for this thoughtful presentation. As you know, we will make our final decisions regarding this event by the end of the week.”

The president of High 5 Media reached across his desk to shake Jessica’s hand. Jessica stood up, simultaneously closing her notebook and confidently nodded. This could be her first foray into the world of major event planning. She was excited about the opportunity to really make a name for herself and prove she could do more than just weddings.

“I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you for your time today.”

She promptly turned on her heel and exited the beautiful corner office, making her way to the elevator. Careful to maintain her professional composure all the way out the door, she even remembered to thank the receptionist at the front desk before calling the elevator.

Exhaling slowly as the door to the elevator opened, she stepped inside not noticing the other person standing near the numbered buttons.

Keeping her focus on the numbers as they lit up along the top of the door, she paid no attention to him. She felt good about the meeting she just had and wasn’t going to let anything distract her. The man suddenly cleared his throat, disrupting her thoughts.

“This elevator is going up. You knew that, right?” Justin asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

Internally, Jessica raged. Of course it would be him. Of all people to run into today, why wouldn’t it be Justin?

She immediately felt her face flush with heat and could not believe her luck.

“Are you kidding me?” She responded. “You ask me to kiss you in the street, run AWAY from me, refuse to return my calls, and the first thing you do when you see me is question my ability to use an elevator?!”

Justin shrugged. “If the shoe fits…”

Jessica clenched her fists at her side and chose to respond with silence as she felt like she was going to blow at any minute.

She would never understand how she could want him so bad one minute and hate him so much the next. The only logical conclusion she could come to was that she was working too much; not getting enough sleep and letting the many champagne toasts at all the weddings she’d been planning, cloud her judgment.

“Well, good to see you Jessica. This is me.” The bell in the elevator seemed to ring much more loudly than normal, as Justin stepped out onto the 14th floor.

Jessica hurriedly tapped the “close door” button, repeatedly, muttering to herself “close, close, close.”

At the last moment, a hand came between both doors right before they closed.

Ugh I just want ONE moment to myself. Gah!

The woman smiled and thanked her for holding the elevator, as Jessica returned the smile, tight-lipped and silently praying for the elevator to make it to the first floor as soon as possible.

A few floors down, the woman exited, and Jessica finally found herself alone. But before she could catch her breath, she felt the elevator going up again instead of down.

“What is wrong with this stupid piece of junk?!” she cried out in anguish, feeling especially (albeit dramatically) victimized by this large metal cube.

It stopped on the 12th floor and Justin walked back in again.

“No. Nope. ‘Scuse me.” Jessica said, trying to get by Justin as he entered the elevator again. “I cannot be in this thing with you for one minute longer. I’m taking the stairs.”

“Jess…” Justin stopped her, gently holding her elbow. “Come on.”

“No!” She pulled her arm from him, then realized she was starting to cause a little bit of a scene. A few people had started to stare.

Reluctantly, she went back into the elevator with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Please.” She signed, her brow creasing as she rubbed her temples.

“Let me ride down to the lobby in silence. I cannot deal with you and do not have the energy to engage in some kind of witty banter about how stupid I am and how much better you are than me.”

“Fine.” Justin said, matter-of-factly, pressing the L button and standing quietly, scrolling on his phone.

Biting her lip and cursing the slowest elevator known to man, Jessica went against her better judgment and asked Justin, “What were you doing on the 12th floor? You got off on the 14th.”

“I had two appointments. One on the 14th floor and one on the 12th.” Justin replied, unphased.

“Yeah right. Two appointments in like 3 minutes? Not even the great Justin Mercado could pull that off.” She quipped.

“What are you even doing here, Jess? Wedding planners making office calls these days? I know I wouldn’t let anyone take a wedding planning appointment during the workday in my office.”

“You know what, Justin? I don’t owe you an explana—”

The elevator jerked with a hard stop, then bobbed up and down for a few moments.

Oh my God. Jessica’s eyes grew wide, realizing what just happened.

Justin angrily banged his fist again the door.

“Not right now! I have another appointment to get to!” He roared.

“Let me guess, on the 10th floor?” Jessica called him out, proud of herself for maintaining her composure around him and while trapped in an elevator.

“Actually, yes. If you must know.” Justin answered with a very agitated tone.

“You made a mistake!” Jessica scoffed, smiling triumphantly as she realized what happened and why Justin was there in the first place.

“You’d never admit it to yourself, and much less to me, but your appointment was always scheduled for the 10th floor. With High 5 Media! You put out a bid for their annual fundraising gala, didn’t you?”

Putting her hands on her hips, victoriously, Jessica continued.

“Looks like you’re not gonna get that job, Mr. Mercado.” She smugly leaned against the wall, absentmindedly looking at her manicured nails, attempting to portray pure peace and patience while waiting for the elevator to begin whizzing again.

Justin’s eyes narrowed. “What and how would you know anything about that?” He questioned.

She shrugged playing coy. Enjoying the power she felt, she approached Justin slowly, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Remember when we started on this whole little elevator journey together?” Jessica asked, working hard to make sure she delivered her next line perfectly.

“You picked me up on the 10th floor.” Her face was only inches away from his now, and it was everything she could do not to poke her finger in his chest as she made her point.

Justin started slow clapping, chuckling to himself as he immediately looked away from her, then back again.

“Well good…for…you…”

Sighing deeply, Jessica quickly lost any of the composure she was so sure she had earlier.

“You are an insufferable asshole!” She rolled her eyes and started punching buttons, about to have a full out tantrum.

“I can’t even be in the same room with you let alone confined to a metal coffin suspended hundreds of feet in the air between floors of one of the tallest buildings downtown!” She yelled, continuing to push buttons.

“Jessica that’s not going to help. If anything it will only slow this thing down. Stop!”

“No! I don’t have to listen to you. You don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my boss – but you could have been! You didn’t even give me a chance though, you judged me from the beginning and guess what, Justin! You. Judged. Wrong. I’m going to get this High 5 Media event and put you out of business. One day I’m going to be the best and the ONLY high-class event planning company in town and you’re going to be sorry you ever fired me!”

Jessica started laughing, while also gasping for air, her eyes growing wide, having a full-blown melt down. With her back against the wall, she slid to the floor, continuing to laugh as Justin stared at her, his mouth agape, not knowing how to respond.

“Are you okay?” Justin asked, honestly concerned, crouching down to be on the same level as Jessica.

“Shut up.” She responded, closing her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Don’t pretend like you care about me.”

Justin seemed a little stunned by that remark and sat down on the elevator floor right next to her.

After what felt like an eternity, Justin broke the silence.

“I’m not pretending. I…I know it doesn’t seem like it and I don’t…communicate it well…but I…I do…care…about you…”

He seemed flustered and this was the first time Jessica ever saw him without everything thoroughly planned, produced and rehearsed.

“I should have called you…or…” he trailed off, staring at Jessica, looking deep into her eyes.

“Or maybe not run away like a 5-year-old?” she finished.

Justin smiled and looked down at his hands, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, or that.”

They both returned to silence again, Justin still staring at his hands and Jessica looking up at the ceiling.

“I guess I can be a 5-year-old too sometimes.” She shrugged, making eye contact with him again.

“Jessica…” Justin trailed off, his voice almost a whisper.

“What are we doing?” She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, as if she was pulled to him by a magnetic force.

“I don’t know, but…” Justin turned to her and tipped her chin up to his lips as he closed his eyes.

“Emergency services! Hello?! Anyone in there? You all are going to be just fine – we are prying the doors open now! You’ll be out within the next 5 minutes if all goes as planned.”

A booming voice interrupted them both as they instinctively separated and jumped to their feet.

Once the doors were opened, Jessica gathered her belongings and made a beeline for the stairs.

Justin was speaking with and thanking the fireman and emergency team for successfully getting them out of the elevator. He expected Jessica to still be there when he turned around, but saw her quickly making her way to the stairs.

“Jessica? Jessica!” She could faintly hear his voice calling out to her.

They were on the 3rd floor so she had a few flights to take to get down to the lobby. She picked up her pace and turned it into a slight jog. Suddenly, Jessica wanted to be as far away from that place and from Justin as possible.

This time, she was the one running away.

#save the date #justin mercado #justin x mc #mc x justin #blazerina babbles #justin x jessica #choices stories you play #trying to come back #the slow burn #enemies to lovers #that is my angsty jam

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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More Time - Chpt.14

Summary: Emma spends the night with the guys and they take their relationship to the next level. Master list can be found HERE.

Warnings / Content: Smut. Some sweet feels. But a lot of steamy smut.

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! No, that’s not a typo above, this chapter is a loooong one. And it’s entirely because of the sex. If I can’t bed two super soldiers in real life, I am damn well gonna take as many words as I need to describe it. Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it ;) XOXO - Ash

Chapter Fourteen

Spring was trying to get underway, the smell of rain heavy in the air as Emma made her way over to Steve and Bucky’s apartment. It had taken a few weeks until their schedules aligned again, much to everyone’s disappointment. Seeing each other every few days at Matty’s was nice, but Emma loved the nights they had just for themselves. She never expected to fit so seamlessly into a relationship with Steve and Bucky. Since they came to the bar to visit while she worked it gave them a lot of time for talking and getting to know each other better. Emma came to know their history little by little but more importantly, she got to know their present. She knew they had both lived through a lot in their extended life spans but what mattered most was who they were now, the men she had developed surprisingly strong feelings for after only a few months.

Emma knocked lightly on the apartment door, barely having time to pull her hand away before Steve swung the door open. “Hey, sugar.” he greeted her with a wide grin.

Emma leaned into give him a quick hello kiss, “Hi, baby.” she said against his lips before pulling away.

Bucky had snuck over while she kissed Steve and she bumped into him when she pulled back. Emma let out a shrill squeak of surprise and she could feel the rumble of laughter in Bucky’s chest as he pulled her to him. Bucky craned his neck down over her shoulder to plant a loud kiss on her cheek. “Missed you, darlin’.” he told her, hunger thickening his voice.

“Mm.” she shuddered against him involuntarily, “You just saw me yesterday.”

“Still missed ya.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Emma relented, turning around to give him a proper kiss. She didn’t linger though. God knew, they’d never get to eat dinner if they kept that up. “Where can I put my bag?” she asked holding up the large messenger bag she’d brought.

“Bedroom’s fine.” Steve told her, “You can put on top my dresser if you want. Bucky has crap on top of his.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested, “I use all that crap. And since you seem to like the way I smell and look, I don’t think you should be judging it.”

Steve rolled his eyes dramatically. “And they say I’m the feisty one.”

“Oh, I’ll show you feisty.” Bucky threatened, stalking over to Steve who he grabbed by the backs of his thighs and lifted up to wrap his legs around Bucky’s hips. God he loved being able to do that to Steve now that he was small again.

Emma just laughed and headed towards their room. “Okay, Steve’s dresser. Got it. You two keep it PG, will ya?” She could hear the muffled sounds of giggling and kissing while she set out the few things she’d brought for overnight. They had agreed she’d stay over and they would grab breakfast the next morning. She didn’t need to be at work until the afternoon so they’d have even more time to hang out then.

Emma returned to find Steve still wrapped around Bucky and she smiled, appreciating the helpless little giggles Steve made while Bucky pretended to attack him with kisses. A sigh slipped out before she could stop it and both men looked over, realizing she was there. “Hi.” they chorused sheepishly; Bucky setting a slightly rumpled looking Steve back down on his own two feet.

“How do you feel about Indian food and Breaking Bad?” Steve asked her, straightening himself out.

“Love it and love it.” Emma nodded.

“Great, I’ll call it in and you two can get an episode set up.”

“Get me gobi manchurian? And those sweet ball things? Gulab... jamun?” Bucky requested.

“I’ll get you the gobi manchurian but keep it away from my chicken this time. I think I ate an entire bottle of tums last time, ya punk. And I’m getting three orders of the gulab jamun because I’m not sharing with either of you.” Steve said while he dialed.

“We take our Indian food very seriously when someone is hangry.” Bucky informed Emma in a stage whisper.

She followed Bucky out to the sofa to help pick an episode while Steve placed what sounded like a massive order. They settled on the episode where Gus dies, both agreeing it was one of the greatest TV deaths.

“It’s all in.” Steve announced, curling up on Emma’s other side.

“What all did you get?” she asked him.

“A little of everything. We normally get a bunch of different things to share and then eat the leftovers for days.”

“That sounds amazing.” Emma moved closer to Bucky as Steve tucked his feet under her thighs. It was an endearing habit, she’d noticed and she didn’t mind falling victim to Steve Rogers’ frigid toes. Bucky had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and with Steve on her other side they were all in a heap at one end of the sofa. They were all surprisingly comfortable, especially after Bucky pulled down the blanket from the back of the sofa to cover them all up.

It was with groans all around that they untangled themselves forty minutes later when the food arrived but it was short lived once they had all loaded up their plates and returned to the sofa. As soon as their plates were cleared they resumed their heap, insisting Emma stay in the middle so both guys were able to cuddle with her. It was barely ten o’clock but they were all sated and sleepy, dozing on and off while yet another episode of Breaking Bad played. Emma yawned which set off Steve and then Bucky despite his efforts to fight it.

“Why am I this tired?” Emma whined, burying her head into Bucky’s warm chest.

“Warm. Cuddles. Food. Reruns.” Steve contributed, too tired to form sentences.

“Look at the two of you.” Bucky commented, yawning for a second time.

“What?” Emma asked skeptically.

“All cute and cuddly and sleepy. I gotta get you two in bed and never let go of ya.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

Bucky raised an eye back at Emma who looked at him with a challenge in her eyes. With a shrug he extracted himself from their heap, letting Emma shift away enough from Steve that he was able to get his hands under her thighs and, just like loved doing to Steve, he lifted her up with one rapid swoop. Emma squeaked and threw her arms around his neck for support, her thighs gripping his hips tightly. “No!” she squeak-protested, “I’m too big! Put me down!”

“I gotcha, darlin’.” Bucky assured her.

Emma went to protest again and received a nip to her earlobe as Bucky nuzzled her neck.

“Super soldier.” he reminded her, “You’re light as a feather.”

Steve was watching, highly amused that he was not on the receiving end of a Bucky-transport for once. Secretly though, he did like how easily Bucky could lift him and carry him around. It made him feel cherished, not that he’d ever admit that to Bucky’s face. If he did, the other man would never put him down. Steve got up when he heard his lovers shuffling around on the bed, turning off all of the lights and making sure the door was locked for the night.

Bucky, needing no nightly ritual, was already on his side of the bed. He’d carelessly tossed his clothes mostly into the laundry basket, keeping on only his boxer briefs. Emma was taking out her contacts into their little overnight case, still fully dressed. Steve hesitated, he was used to his routine but it was different sharing it alongside someone new, even though it was Emma.

Steve started with his night time meds which he took with a long swig of the glass of water he kept next to his pill case. He did his inhaler treatment, trying his hardest not to cough the bitter medicine while holding it in for a few seconds. Then he took out his hearing aid, setting it to charge overnight on its stand. His glasses were the last to go, the world becoming blurry as he made his way to join Bucky in bed. He knew it was a lot to do just to go to bed but Emma hadn’t commented or even seemed phased really. Steve counted himself lucky though, he felt like he should have known it wouldn’t turn her off of him with his myriad of ailments. He chose to stay in his boxer briefs and soft tee shirt, not quite as confident as Bucky who was waiting for him in their bed.

Emma had very stealthy slipped out of her clothes and into her long sleep shirt. She’d changed her shirt using the technique she’d mastered in the locker room in middle school when they’d all been too shy to be topless around one another. Her bra was slipped off and out through the arm hole of her sleep tee and then her pants came off when she was sure the shirt was pulled down enough. She liked the guys a lot, and she knew they liked her too, but they hadn’t gone past making out yet and being exposed in front of them in a non sexual context just seemed too much at the moment. Once she was changed Emma moved to the bed, her vision only a little worse off without her contacts, and tried to figure out where her spot was.

Bucky noticed her hesitation and patted the spot between him and Steve. “You can be in the middle.” he offered.

Emma nodded and crawled up to her spot from the end of the bed so as not to disturb the guys. She was barely laying down when two sets of arms wrapped around her. Emma had shared a bed with a man before, and a woman once in a night of giddy curiosity, but sharing a bed with two men was quite a different thing. She looked from one to the other, unsure where to even start. Bucky’s lips were upturned in a pleased little smirk while Steve was smiling through his nervousness. Before she could make up her mind, Steve, in true Steve Rogers fashion, decided to dive in head first before he could let his nerves get the best of him. Emma matched the brush of his lips with her own, eagerly letting him explore her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Not to be left out, Bucky had slid closer to wrap himself around her, rubbing her back lightly and placing small kisses across the crest of her shoulders. Emma moaned into Steve’s mouth as Bucky hit a particularly sensitive spot and she felt something jump against her thigh. She moved back to quirk an eyebrow at Steve who blushed, knowing she had felt his body’s reaction to her moan.

“You… you don’t have to…” Steve muttered, cheeks burning.

“I know, but I want to.” Emma assured him. Then, leaning back and craning her neck so she could press a kiss to Bucky’s jawline, she whispered “And with you too.”

Bucky groaned lightly, shifting yet again so she could feel him pressed against the curve of ass.

“How, um…” Emma found herself stumbling through her words, “How are we going to do this?”

“Any way you want, darlin’.” Bucky rumbled in her ear making her shudder. “But I think getting naked would be an excellent start.”

Emma nodded excitedly, wanting to get her hands all over both of them. She was facing Steve so he was the easiest target and she had no preference which order they went in anyway. Emma slipped her hands along the hem of Steve’s shirt, giving him a moment to protest if he was in any way uncomfortable, but he nodded briefly in assent and she pulled the shirt off and over his head. He pulled at his own underwear, careful not to catch his straining cock along the waistband as he got them off. Emma licked her lips, biting the bottom one, as she got her first sight of Steve. It was an involuntary reaction and Steve doubted she even realized she’d done it, but damned if it didn’t do wonders for his self esteem.

Steve’s body wasn’t as frail as the pictures at the Smithsonian made him seem. Living in a time where he had access to decent medical care and food had helped him fill out a little to the point where a soft layer of padding laid across his delicate features and Emma was thankful that he was well cared for. She liked being able to sink her fingers into the softness on his hips when she pulled him closer. Emma trailed kisses from the sensitive spot behind his ear all the way down to the wings of his collarbones while her hands explored the rest of his body. Steve was stock-still, almost afraid to move as her hands roamed free. He wanted to get her bare as well but Bucky had already started taking matters in his own hands.

Emma shimmied her hips to help Bucky tug her panties off and then arched herself up when he tugged at her sleep shirt. Both men made equally pained noises once she was completely naked and she reveled in having that kind of power over both of them. She gave Steve one last lingering kiss before rolling over to address the only bit of clothing left in the bed. Emma cupped the bulge behind the cotton of Bucky’s boxer briefs, making him hiss out a breath, before pulling them down so he could flick them off with his feet. He was deliciously thick and Emma looked forward to the stretch that would inevitably come when he was inside her. Bucky watched expressions flit across her face as she stared at him for a moment, taking in the wide, thickly muscled planes of his body. He loved the contrasts between himself and Steve, and apparently so did she. Bucky took advantage of capturing her lips with his while she was facing him. Emma moved so she was flush up against him, her nipples pebbling as they brushed across the hard muscles of his chest. Everything about him was just so broad and thick. It was overwhelming in comparison to her own petite features and curves, and Emma loved it. She lost herself in his kiss, hands exploring as much of him as she could just like she had with Steve.

Steve was laying against her back, gentle, polite, as he watched. Just enjoying being able to watch his lovers for a moment. After a moment, Steve let his hands do some exploring of their own. God, he loved how soft Emma was. She was exactly what he liked about women, so soft and sweet and plush. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her under his fingertips and he wished desperately for his charcoal pencils so he could capture her curves on paper. It would have to wait though, there was a more pressing need at the moment, quite literally pressing against her.

Bucky let Emma go before he lost his mind and started rutting against her like a horny teenager. He needed to clear his head for a minute and figured Steve could use some extra attention. He’d been waiting so patiently while Bucky took his time with their girl. She fit with them perfectly, it was like she’d always been there. He watched as Emma turned her affections on Steve, worshiping his smaller body with eager hands while Steve did the same. They touched and kissed, just letting each other get to know every soft curve of their bodies. Bucky’s heart was fit to burst knowing she was giving Steve all the loving appreciation he deserved, just like he would have.

Emma had quickly lost any feelings of shyness when Bucky had rained affection down on her and Steve had done the same from behind her. It was exhilarating and she never wanted to come down from the endorphin high she was riding. Two of the most gorgeous men she’d ever met, both inside and out, wanted her as desperately as she wanted them. Finally she couldn’t resist anymore and she let her hand sink lower and lower down Steve’s belly until she had it wrapped around his hard length. He let out a small whimper, almost like a plea for gentleness. She was careful as she tested the weight of him in her hand, sliding her palm up and down his shaft slowly. He wasn’t as thick as Bucky but he was longer and beautifully flushed in her hand. He was so pale that the blush was almost cherry red as she worked him slowly until he was shaking and pressing a palm to her forearm, easing her back. “I want you so bad.” he murmured against her chest. Emma loved how easily they fit together, Steve only being an inch taller than she was. “I want you too, baby.” she whispered back, “But we can’t forget about Bucky.”

Steve looked over at Bucky who seemed quite alright on his own, having enjoyed watching the two of them for the past few minutes. He loved him so desperately, thankful that they could share easily without the fear of jealousy. It was hard not to get completely lost in Emma, she was so new and sweet. But seeing Bucky, all lazy and lust fueled, had Steve aching for him as well. “Buck.” his name caught in Steve’s throat, God he loved that man.

Bucky’s eyes were blown dark with lust, more than enough turned on just watching his two little lovers worship each other. He loved the way the two of them fit together almost as much as he loved the way they fit against his larger frame. Emma didn’t spend much time dancing around the rest of him this time, just a gentle slide of her hand from his sternum to his dick. It was harder to wrap her hand around him than Steve but she did her best as she teased him gently flicking her thumb across his head where beads of precome had welled up. Bucky groaned, forcing himself to resist thrusting into her tight fist. He was surprised but pleased when Steve’s lips captured his own, a searing kiss that was almost enough to push him over the edge he was already teetering on. Steve needed the closeness with him, needed the connection in that moment. Emma shifted so that Steve could attend to Bucky while she continued stroking him. After a few minutes of glorious torture Bucky eased Steve back for a moment, “Guys.” he rasped desperately, “I hate to put a break on things but we need to figure out logistics before I can’t.”

“What’s it?” Emma looked up at him confused.

“I can’t keep going with the two of you like this or I’m gonna come.”

“Okay…?” Emma didn’t look any less confused and Bucky felt like a heel.

“Which is fine. But I was really hoping I’d be able to do that somewhere other than your hand. If you wanted to. If not, that’s fine too.”

“Oh.” she murmured as it dawned on her what he wanted, “Yes. Please yes. I want that too. And Steve too. Please?”

“Good, I’m glad darlin’. Real glad. I have a pack of rubbers in the nightstand if you could grab them, Stevie?”

“I have an IUD.” Emma blurted out, both men now looking at her confused. “I can’t get pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone in ages so you don’t have to worry about any of that either so… if we wanted to, we could…”

“Oh darlin’.” Bucky shuddered, “You want us to come inside you? Fill you up with both of us?”

Emma heaved a breath, turned on by his words until her brain threatened to abandon her. “Yes.” she managed weakly.

“You going first or second Stevie?” Bucky grit out, still on edge.

Steve chuckled at Bucky’s solicitousness despite being so close. “You go ahead, Buck.”

Bucky looked at Emma, needing to be sure. “You good? We can stop at any point.”

Emma rolled her eyes and took his face between her hands, “Just get inside me, Barnes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he grinned and slipped a hand down to graze the delicate nest of curls between her legs before dipping a finger between her folds. “So wet, darlin’.” he groaned as he spread the dampness around her slit giving his thumb an easier glide over her clit.

Emma trembled in Steve’s arms, “Please, Buck, please.” she pleaded.

“Just makin’ sure you’re ready for me.” he knew she was, but he loved watching her get worked up. She had both of them worked up the whole time, it was time she got to her edge as well. Bucky was merciful though and only made a few gentle flicks around her clit until he helped her move to get comfortable on the bed. Steve reluctantly let her go, laying right next to her as Bucky pulled her hips up and sank himself inside her. Emma gasped at the stretch of him. She had expected to feel full but he was burning hot and heavy inside her as he let her adjust to his size. She was thankful for that moment before he started moving because once he did it was like a live wire was dancing through her veins. She could barely catch her breath as he found his rhythm, the sensation almost too pleasurable. Emma had expected it would be like this with Bucky; raw, desperate, almost crazed. It was perfect. Her hands gripped into his shoulders, one metal and one flesh, for support.

Now that he was steadily moving, Bucky was able move a hand back down to toy with her sensitive nub again, wanting to feel her come around him before he lost control. It didn’t take much, Emma was already close just from the drag of his dick across the sensitive spot on her inner walls. Emma clung to him, keening in between gasps of yes, yes, yes, as his fingers rolled her cilt until she cried out a garbled prayer mixed with his name. The orgasm overtook her like a tidal wave, everything going blank and then crashing down around her. It lingered, her body still keyed up from his thrusts, until she was just making small gasps in rhythm with his motions.

Bucky wanted to keep going. He would have happily spent eternity inside of her, but the moment she clamped down around him and came, he knew he was running on borrowed time. The pulsing of her inner walls around his dick had Bucky tensing and spilling inside her after only a half dozen more thrusts. An almost feral moan burst from his chest as it heaved with the labored effort of his breathing. The tips of his long hair danced across the peaks of her breasts and he admired the contrast of the chocolate brown strands against her pale skin. Once his breathing had slowed down a bit, and hers as well, he shifted himself off of her, pulling her as he went so he could have a moment to hold her before he had to relinquish her to Steve.

Steve had to remember to keep his jaw closed watching his lovers lose themselves to one another. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life. Emma was so expressive and the way she just let herself go in the moment was stunning. Steve couldn’t wait to have her himself, as long as she was okay with it. He knew how worn out he felt after going a round with Bucky and would understand if she needed a break. Steve watched as Bucky stroked her long hair and down her back. He knew the look on his lovers face well, he was completely gone on Emma whether he realized it yet or not. It was sweet to see him show such tenderness and care for her, she absolutely deserved it and Steve was thankful. He reached out tentatively, running a hand along her arm just for the simple joy of connecting to them as they basked in the afterglow. Emma looked over at Steve with a heartbreakingly sad expression and he felt guilty for interrupting them. He pulled his hand back but Emma took it in her own, shuffling away from Bucky after giving him one last quick kiss.

“Steve.” Emma’s voice wavered, “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. We just let you lie there while we had all the fun”

Steve shook his head once he understood what had upset her, “It’s okay. I’m okay.” he assured her, “I loved watching you two. You were amazing. I was perfectly fine the whole time.”

“Promise?” she was still unsure, stroking her thumb along the side of his face looking for any signs of unhappiness.

“I promise, doll. And if we have to wait for another time, that’s okay too. I know what it’s like after that one has his way with you.”

Emma’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh, so you…”

“We switch. Both of us enjoy each other either way.”

Emma let out a desperate throaty noise.

“What? You want to watch Buck and I sometime?”

She swallowed harshly while she nodded.

Steve chuckled, “We’ll have to do that sometime then. Maybe we can all join in? Get me in you, and him in me all at the same time.”

Emma whimpered. She couldn’t even think about that too hard without losing her mind a little.

“So,” Steve prompted gently, “Do you want to wait? Or?”

Emma’s brain caught up and she shook her head frantically, “No! I don’t want to wait. I still want you too.”

Steve’s face split into a grin as he leaned into press a series of little kisses to her lips and neck. Her skin was so soft and sweet, he was already half hard having watched them but his cock was interested again within seconds of kissing her. Steve made himself take his time, showering her breasts with kisses, really letting himself go slow and enjoy her. There was no hurry except the simmering thrum of desire in both of them. Steve was careful when he reached down to cup her sex in hand, wanting to feel how perfectly she fit in his palm. He couldn’t resist slipping a finger along her folds, she was slick from her own orgasm and Bucky’s and there was something overwhelming about that to Steve. He choked out a groan as he withdrew his hand. Emma had been running her hands across his chest and back, enjoying the feel of him above her and she stilled when she realized he was moving into position.

“If you need me to stop it’s okay.” he warned her.

She nodded her understanding, wondering for a moment if maybe being fucked twice was going to be a bit too much. Especially when both men were quite a bit above average. But when Steve slipped himself inside of her, it was absolutely perfect. It felt like ages as he slowly pushed further and further in until he bottomed out, pressed fully inside her. Emma found herself writhing against the sensation of a very different type of fullness, equally exquisite as it had been with Bucky.

Steve was gentle, knowing she was already sensitized. It also ensured his asthma wouldn’t take the opportunity to flare up. It had only happened once but he was lucky Bucky would even go near him for a week afterwards he’d been so distressed about Steve’s well being. Gentle and slow was perfect for them both though. It gave Steve a chance to sprinkle kisses across every inch of Emma his lips could reach and let Emma take her time caressing him with reverent hands. Steve shifted up a little, his knees starting to slip and the change in positions allowed his cock to hit a spot that had Emma crying out against his shoulder.

Emma felt like her body was going to shatter. She hadn’t even known the spot Steve was hitting had existed. She had found her g spot before, and god knew Bucky’s dick had found it earlier too, but this was just more. The head of Steve’s cock nudged against it with every thrust and she almost giggled thinking of it as unexplored territory. “So good.” she gasped out to him and Steve’s whole body shook under her praise. It was just the nudge his body needed to lose control and Steve came with a gasp, spilling inside her. Emma felt his cock throb right before he came and then the hot rush filling her up. It was exactly what she wanted and the heady mix of pleasure had her crying out his name as she found her second release of the night.

Steve collapsed partially on top of her, supporting himself on trembling arms to keep most of his weight off of her even as his body pressed against hers. Emma reached up to card her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, then leaned to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. He was amazing and Emma thanked whatever god was listening for letting her have him in her life. She wrapped her arms around his back, wanting him to stay put and lean on her more. She liked being underneath him, only slightly squished feeling. They traded soft kisses playfully, their own little bubble of afterglow consuming them. Eventually they looked over at Bucky, still laying entwined, neither one willing to move quite yet.

“Beautiful.” Bucky whispered reverently, “Both of you. Absolutely beautiful.” He leaned over, taking turns kissing them both. Eventually Steve tugged on his hand so that he moved over to press himself up against the two of them and they spent what felt like hours just kissing and touching each other as they all came back down from their highs. They would have stayed put longer but Steve had softened and slipped out of Emma and she could feel a slick trail dripping down her thigh.

“I should go clean up.” she told them with a reluctant half smile.

Both men groaned but let her up from their tangled limbs. Emma took her time in the bathroom, delicately cleaning her tender skin. She was sore but pleased with herself that she had been able to keep up with both of them. It had been an experience, that was for sure. A few times she had to shake herself a little to bring her wandering mind back to the task at hand. She stared at her reflection in surprise as she washed her hands in the sink. The mirror expanded from the base of the counter top, up almost the ceiling and she was able to see her body from the hips up. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glassy. The long waves of her firery auburn hair had become tangled curls, blatantly sex mussed as it fell around her shoulders. The skin along her neck and chest was pink, faintly scraped from the rasp of Bucky’s beard and her nipples were still pebbled. It had been a long time since she’d had a lover, and even longer still since she’d had one that blew her mind so completely. She looked absolutely, thoroughly fucked and she smiled at her reflection amused by the state of herself.

Emma returned to the bedroom to find Bucky and Steve working together to make the bed. They’d changed the sheets and were just spreading the fluffy, grey duvet over the bed again. Both men wore expressions of bashful pride as they got a look at her. They grinned at each other after a moment and all three of them laughed lightly as she crossed the room letting them wrap her up in a three way hug. “Bed” Bucky commanded, planting firm kisses on her forehead and then Steve’s. They climbed in, assuming the same positions they had been in originally with Emma in the middle. This time though, it was chaste kisses and soothing hands between them as they basked in the comfortable warmth of their bodies and drifted off to sleep at last.

Update! If you’d like to read a scene that was hinted at in this chapter, check out A Sort of Anniversary!

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Gerard taking care of the reader on her period? (u don’t have to if u don’t wanna)

Misconception

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: AnonWord Count: ~1,700Author’s Note: Hey anon, so I took this idea on a little adventure. I usually write stories where the characters communicate well, but I decided to have the conflict stem from what if there is a miscommunication? Also this is probably the closest I’ll come to writing a pregnancy related story. I hope you don’t mind!

Every morning you had the same routine. Alarm went off at 6:30 am, you got up, took your birth control pill, took a shower, made breakfast, got ready for work, and were out the door by 8 AM. Sometimes all these events took place at your boyfriend Gerard’s place, but even if they did, your routine was the same.

But today something was different. It was your first anniversary with Gerard, and he had planned a nice dinner at a restaurant you had always wanted to go to, and you had picked out a form fitting little black dress to wear. You were looking forward to a fun, sexy evening with the man you loved. That is until you woke up and realized how exhausted you felt. You rolled over, took your pill, and then went into the bathroom. Stripping out of your pajamas you looked at your form in the mirror and realized how puffy you looked.

“Wait a second,” you muttered to yourself as you backtracked into your room. You pulled the pack of pills out of the drawer and looked closer. “Fuck!” you exclaimed.

A few months after you started dating Gerard and things started to get serious, you went to your doctor and got on the pill. You had elected to go with the three-month version so you wouldn’t have to deal with your period as often. The problem was you had gotten used to not getting your period that you failed to realize you would eventually get your period again. And today was the day.

Tears immediately started to well up in your eyes and you stomped back to the bathroom and into the shower. You were disappointed that you hadn’t thought ahead to plan when you’d get your once every three-month period. Of all the days in the year, why did it have to be today?! There was no way you’d fit into your dress as bloated as you were. As you washed your face, you could have sworn you felt a zit forming on your chin, and this brought about a fresh round of tears. What should have been a beautiful evening with Gerard was going to end up with you alone on your couch in your sweatpants, crying into a pint of ice cream, you just knew it.

You finished getting ready, pouting the whole way to work. You threw your purse into your desk with your phone in it, deciding to call Gerard on your lunch to break the date for this evening.

“Good morning!” Your chipper coworker Jennifer said as she settled into her desk across from yours. “Oh, are you ok?”

“Ugh, no,” you groaned. “PMS,” you whispered loud enough for her to hear.

“Oh no! And isn’t tonight your big night with Gerard?” She asked nodding to the framed photo on your desk.

“Yes,” you grumbled, dramatically dropping your head onto your desk. “I’m not gonna fit into my dress and I have no energy and I just wanna go back to bed.”

“Well you can reschedule right?”

“I dunno, probably. I just feel dumb,” you said picking your head up and logging into your computer. You settled into your tasks for the day until a few hours later when the first wave of cramps hit. You dug some ibuprofen out of your purse and went to the breakroom to make some tea. In the back of your mind you knew you should just bite the bullet and talk to Gerard, but at the same time, you felt awful for knowing you’d have to break your date. When you got back to your desk, you had just decided to dig out your phone when you saw that you had a delivery.

“Look what you got” Jennifer squealed. On your desk was a bouquet of a dozen deep red roses. You looked at the card and started to tear up.

(YN), this has been the best year of my life so far and I can’t wait for everything our future has in store. I love you so much and can’t wait for tonight. xoxo G

“Why is he so perfect,” you said waving your hand in front of your face in a feeble attempt to keep the tears from streaking your makeup.

“Aww, did you tell him you need to reschedule?”

“Not yet, I may as well do it now,” you said digging out your phone and stepping into an empty conference room to make the call. You dialed his number and the phone rang and rang, eventually going to voicemail.

“Hey Gee, umm, thank you for the flowers first of all, they’re beautiful and you made me cry,” you laughed. “Sorry, I’ve been kinda emotional lately. Umm, so we need to talk about tonight. I’m not feeling so good, and I think I might need to reschedule. I kinda miscalculated something with my pills,” suddenly the automated voicemail cut you off announcing that the maximum lengthof message had been reached. “Shit,” you said as you redialed Gerard’s number. When the voicemail message came on, it announced that his mailbox was full. “Babe, I love you, but empty your voicemail,” you muttered as you started typing a text.

I dunno if my voicemail is gonna go through, but just call me back so we can talk 🖤

You went back to your desk, threw your phone back in your purse and went back work. The rest of the day went by uneventfully, even though you spent quite a bit of time gazing lovingly at the roses. At the end of the day, you headed home and changed into the sweatpants and one of Gerard’s t-shirts that you had been longing for all day.

You had been curled up on the couch for a while when you felt your phone vibrating under you. Digging it out, you saw it was Gerard.

“Hey babe,” you started.

“(YN), where are you? Are you at home?”

“Umm, yea, why?”

“I’m on my way,” he replied, sounding almost frantic. This made you feel anxious, not understanding what exactly was wrong. Was he upset that you wanted to reschedule? Was he on his way to break up with you for breaking your date? No, he was much more understanding than that.

A short while later there was a knock at your door. You shuffled over and opened it to find Gerard, looking a little paler than normal, and sufficiently freaked out.

“(YN), what, how, I mean,” he stammered, not getting a full thought out as he walked into your place.

“Gee, what’s wrong?” You asked, not understanding what he was trying to convey.

“When did this happen? We’ve been so careful. I mean, I love you, and I wanna be with you forever so I support whatever you want to do, Sugar.”

“Gerard!” you said more firmly to get him to stop rambling. “What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you… pregnant?”

“What?!” You exclaimed, holding back a laugh.

“You said you miscalculated your pills, so I thought…” he trailed off, a blush starting to light up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, I didn’t even think you could take it that way!” You said putting your hands over your face. “No Gee, it’s quite the opposite. I got my period today, that’s why I feel gross and tired.”

“Oh my god,” he said slouching against the door behind him, as if his legs were so relieved by this news that they could no longer be bothered to support him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think when I left that message, I should have been more clear! I’m sorry!”

“No, no, Sugar, it’s ok,” he said running a hand through his black hair. “I mean it when I said I’d support what ever you wanna do, and I do wanna be with you forever,” he said righting himself and taking a step toward you, putting his hands on your waist.

“Thank you for the hypothetical support babe. I love you,” you said leaning up and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“What can I do for you?” he asked when you broke the kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“Tonight, to make you feel less miserable. I’ll move the reservation to next week, but what would make you feel good tonight? Pizza? Chinese? Ice cream?”

You grinned up at Gerard. “Chinese take out and a pint of rocky road?”

“Anything you want, Sugar,” he said placing another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You grinned and settled back into your nest on the couch until Gerard came back with a few bags. “I got that lo mein you love from the place around the corner, and extra crab Rangoon. And the rocky road ice cream,” he said pulling bowls out from your cabinets.

“Gee,” you started, and he turned to look at you. “I really, really love you.”

“I love you too (YN),” he smiled back at you, bringing over your food. You sat up so he could have space and curled up against him as you started to dig in.

“Do you wanna, ya know, have kids one day,” Gerard asked suddenly and you tried not to choke on your food.

“I don’t really know. I’m not good around kids,” you admitted. “I think I’d rather adopt honestly,” you replied, suddenly worried of how he would react.

Gerard nodded thoughtfully. “Yea, there’s a lot of kids out there without loving families. Maybe one day we can do that.”

You smiled. “You keep talking about forever and one day,” you started and looked up at him.

“Because I mean it, I wanna spend my life with you (YN). Not just because I thought you were pregnant, but before that I was thinking that there’s no one else I wanna spend forever with,” he smiled down at you.

You set your bowl on the coffee table and cuddled against Gerard. “Thanks for taking care of me tonight,” you said, starting to get sleepy. You stretched up and pressed your lips to his again. “ And cheers to one year, here’s to forever.”

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The Art of Love (Part 5) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

Updated A/N 10/17/2020: Formerly algorithm knows best and companion to cupid’s code. Whether an updated version of Cupid’s Code will be a companion is TBD.

A/N: Hi lovelies! Happy hump day Here’s some fluff to get you through.

Summary: You finally make it to those dinner reservations.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (Platonic - for now)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word Count: 1473

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Being out with Steve made you giddy. The two of you rarely went out alone. It was normally nights in on the couch, which you loved. But this was something special. It felt like… a date.

No, you scolded yourself. Not a date. A celebration between friends.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called softly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere important. Sorry,” you laughed looking down at the menu. “The chocolate lava cake sounds delicious.”

“That’s why I ordered you one while you were daydreaming,” he grinned.

Your jaw dropped. Surely you would have heard him do that.

“No you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“How did you know what I wanted?” you asked, embarrassed that you had spaced out that hard.

“I picked the most chocolatey thing on the menu.”

“That’s fair,” you laughed, shaking off the momentary awkwardness you’d felt. “So I assume you got the angel food cake?”

“We are creatures of habit.”

You were laughing at that comment when the waiter returned with a plate that had different flavors of sorbet and “Congratulations” written in chocolate sauce.

“The desserts you ordered will be out in a moment. But this is on the house. And here is your champagne,” he smiled as another waiter who’d been trailing him, passed him the bottle.

“We didn’t order any champagne,” you told him.

No restaurant was that nice.

“Your boyfriend requested this especially before you arrived. Congratulations on your new job.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

You were so caught off guard by Steve’s gesture that you didn’t even process that the waiter called him your boyfriend.

“Thank you, Gregory,” Steve smiled at him as he uncorked the bottle and he poured two glasses.

“Enjoy.”

“Steve, you really shouldn’t have,” you whispered once Gregory had disappeared.

“Yes. I should have. We’re celebrating your new job. You deserve all this and more.”

You held back your natural argument when you saw the pride and love in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

He raised his glass to you, clear blue eyes dancing.

“To my best friend, the new dance captain and assistant choreographer of the Howling Commandos Stage Troupe.”

You clinked your glass against his and sipped the champagne, savoring the moment.

Steve’s POV

Once you were home Steve took your coat and hung it in the front closet.

“I didn’t think you knew that was a coat closet,” you teased.

“Oh shush, you,” Steve huffed making you giggle.

“Thank you for everything tonight. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

“You deserve to always feel special,” he promised as you threw your arms around his neck.

His wound around your waist reflexively as you swayed, clearly a little tipsy from the champagne. He felt a bit wobbly as well, but he was fairly certain that it had more to do with you than the champagne. Steve held you close as you nuzzled your nose against his neck and stifled a yawn against his shirt.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

“A little,” you mumbled.

“Why don’t we get ready for bed then?”

“Mmkay,” you assented but didn’t move.

“Y/n?”

No response.

“Alright, up we go I guess.”

He swung you up into a bridal carry and you hummed contently. He set you down on the bed and knelt in front of you so he could unbuckle your heels, sliding them off and setting them neatly in the closet.

“C’mon, darlin’, you don’t want to ruin your pretty dress by sleeping in it.”

“Fine,” you sighed holding your hands out so he could help you stand up.

“I’ll leave you to change.”

He strode out of the room grabbing your water bottles from the fridge and making sure the front door was locked. He’d just turned out the front light when he heard you call his name.

“Steve?”

“What’s up, sweetheart?” he called as he moved through the apartment.

“I need you.”

Steve chuckled at your dramatic whine.

“What the matter, darlin’?” he asked as he set the waters and your phones down on the bedside table.

“I can’t get my zipper undone,” you pouted, arms twisted awkwardly behind your back.

“S’alright. I’ve got it. Turn around.”

You spun obediently and Steve stepped closer, probably closer than strictly necessary, brushing your hair over your shoulder and dragging the zipper down your back. He couldn’t help but look at your reflection as your eyes drifted shut and a soft smile graced your features.

He had to stop himself from pushing the straps off your shoulders or pressing a kiss to your bare skin. That would be crossing far too many lines and he was already in too deep.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom.”

You hummed an acknowledgment as you rifled through your duffel bag for your clothes. Steve tried not to stare at the expanse of your back he’d revealed, closing the door a bit more aggressively than he intended to.

There was a soft knock on the door a few minutes later while he was brushing his teeth.

“Steve, can I come in and start taking my make up off?”

He leaned over to unlock the door and pulled it open and then grabbed your pack of makeup removers from his top drawer. You sidled in, already half asleep and started your nightly routine.

When you were done you both crawled under the covers, and he paused waiting for you to situate yourself. He frowned when you turned away from him, but it disappeared as you wriggled closer to him so you were pressed against his front and you placed his arm on your waist.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he rumbled in your ear as he pulled you even closer.

“Good night, Steve. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Steve was surprised to wake up and find you still in his arms. Normally you’d be up and baking or heading back to your apartment. But not today. You’d agreed to sleep in and mosey over to the store when you were ready, although when Steve glanced at the clock and saw it was only 5 AM he knew he’d failed on the sleeping in. But the view was certainly worth it.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched you sleep.

Steve had long since memorized your features in lots of moments. The way your brow furrowed when you choreographed. The way you smiled and hummed while you baked. The way you yelled at the TV during a hockey game – despite “not caring about sports”. He’d also seen how your eyes got red and you pursed your lips when you cried, although that wasn’t a memory he relished.

But this was new. Your hair was splayed out around you on his pillows and there was a small smile on your lips. He had never gotten to see you so completely at peace, and he was certain he’d never felt so at ease.

You clutched his shirt more tightly and followed when he rolled onto his back so he could grab his phone. When he accidentally opened the camera app on his phone he froze. You looked so beautiful, he had to capture the moment. He knew he’d try to sketch or paint it later on, but he suspected it wouldn’t do the moment justice. He quickly snapped a photo before scrolling through his notifications.

The boomerang he’d posted of you sipping champagne on Instagram had well over a hundred likes.

Champagne Fridays are the best Fridays. Finally getting to properly celebrate my best friend @danceyourfeelings getting her first grown up job. You’re going to be amazing (like always). I love you! #BeautifulandBubbly

There were also plenty of heart eyes emojis in the comments.

He rolled his eyes at the stream of texts in his group chat with Bucky and Sam calling him an idiot. He also noticed a new tag notification and realized you’d posted a picture of the two of you that the waiter had taken. You were on one foot, tugging him down by his tie and kissing him on the cheek and he was laughing at god only knows what. You could easily be mistaken for a couple in love.

So lucky to have this guy in my life. He’s been with me through it all for the last three and a half years and I’m so glad I got to celebrate some of the best news of my life with him. Thank you for everything you do for me @ArtsySteveRogers. I love you so much! #MyBestFriendIsBetterThanYours #MCE (Man Crush Everyday) #Stud

Steve immediately went to the comment section. Everyone was commenting #goals and the like. He saw more than a few pointed remarks from your closer friends. He quickly responded with a sappy message in return and then put his phone down, opting to enjoy the quiet moment.

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thorscock-y · 6 years

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Worthy

Pairings: Thor x reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is worthy enough to hold Thor’s hammer and can you add a little bit of plot and hopefully some smut too? Thanks, xoxo

Warnings: Smut, Oral, (Male receiving), NSFW, 18+, Slight swearing, Tony being annoying

Authors Note: Yay, I love that you guys are sending in requests again, love, love, love and I thought this idea was super cute, hope you like!

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“More time, we need more activeness, we need more of people just being there and doing the deed.” With almost every word that ended before a period, Tony banged his fist against the marble table, causing me to jump in surprise. Only some of the team took notice of my jump but even some of them looking at me had me wanting to shrink into my chair.

We are all in the middle of a business meeting, randomly called by my boss, Mr. Stark. After they had arrived from a mission, he had said something about “Having to put all of the avengers in their place” and now here we are sitting in a rarely used business room while he is yelling at all of them. From what I can see, they’re not even remotely taking him seriously. Luckily my job as Mr. Stark’s assistant was to just come along and if he happened to ask me of something then I was to do it.

“Tony, you’re not exactly Mr. Perfect when it comes to these missions either.” Steve says, annoyance evident his voice.

Tony snaps his fingers at him, and that’s how I know that another fight between the two of them was about to begin. I swear they are like brothers who constantly have dick to dick antics. Steve would say something then Tony would get mad or Tony would say something then Steve would get mad. It seemed to be a never ending cycle between the two.

“Oh, and of course Steve, the amazing, handsome, blue eyed, beautiful faced Rogers would know everything there is to know. Forgive me if I’m wrong on this but not everything about you is as peachy keen as you think and,” Tony shoves his hands in his pockets walking over to Steve. “I’m not gonna sit behind and let you-“

“Okay, can you humans for once stop being so petty?” Thor intrudes. I suddenly block out the rest of the conversation and go once again into my erotic daydream like I do every time Thor speaks.

Oh gosh, my lady parts melt at the sound of his voice. So deep, so masculine and husky. All three combined sounds heavenly coming from Thor’s voice. Just imagine the sound of his voice moaning my name as he comes in my-

“Y/N,” The sound of my name scatters my thoughts and I snap out of my trance. I look up at Tony to see he’s looking at me.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” I reply.

“Schedule my jet to depart around seven tonight, I’m taking Pepper and I to the Bahamas.” He looks away from me and his eyes seemed to have landed on Steve. “I need a break from this.”

Without further a due, I began planning a trip for the two to leave to the Bahamas on the special Stark product pad he had provided me with.

“Gosh, Tony, don’t be so dramatic.” Natasha says. “But if you’re willing I’ll be delighted to go with you guys on this trip, I sort of could use a get away too.”

Tony chuckles, a smile on his face. “Yeah…………no. Meeting over. Y/N, make sure to schedule that jet and clean up all these papers and file them.” He motions his hand to the clutter of papers on the table that were in front of his seat.

He doesn’t give me time to reply as he theatrically walks out of the room, putting his sunglasses on, though I don’t know why he would need them if he’s inside and it’s close to noon so there’s not really any sun shining. Tony Stark, being Tony Stark.

“He’s such a baby, I swear.” I hear Bucky say and then that is the start of them all talking about how much of a five year old Tony is. Of course they’re all friends with him and care for him but from time to time he does tend to become a bit of a brute. When Pepper said she wasn’t sure I could handle him, she wasn’t kidding.

I stand up and began to collect the papers as instructed to, the team has begun to get up and leave now, still talking about Tony. I laugh a little to myself at some of the things they’re saying, Sam mainly being the one causing me to laugh. I wish I could laugh with them but I don’t know them and was too shy to speak up.

It wasn’t my job to become friends with the avengers; it’s my job to do what Mr. Stark forgets to do for the company. Also casual things he instructs me to do like get him coffee, pick him up burgers, buy Pepper a surprise cake and pretend that it’s from him so they can make up from their fights and be happy, yeah just stuff like that. Nevertheless I wouldn’t mind becoming friends with them.

As I’m picking up the papers, I feel as though someone is still in here. I thought I heard the door close, meaning they had all gone and left but I’m wrong. When I look back,Thor is sitting there, sipping on some wine, most likely Asgardian wine, the only type he drinks. Not that I stalk him, I’m just very observant.

I’ve never been in a room alone with him before so I try to keep my cool and pretend like he isn’t affecting me. When I look over at him again, he’s looking at me and our eyes lock. This is the first time he’s looked at me when I looked at him. In embarrassment I quickly look away, back down at my task. In the process I drop all of the papers on the floor. Damn my clumsy habits. I sigh and get down on my knees to pick the papers up, feeling silly. He probably sees me as just an uncoordinated weird assistant.

I would think he would just walk out after that, laughing to himself. I’m wrong. I hear his footsteps walk over to me and then he crouches down, picking up papers as well. My heartbeat has picked up immensely that I feel as if he would be able to hear it.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” I hear him say; his voice sounds more godly up close that a shudder goes down my spine. I look up at him and once again our eyes are looking into each other’s. “I’m Thor.” He holds a hand out to me, the other holding papers.

I stop collecting papers and shake his warm large hand. It’s crazy that he’s introducing himself to me as if I don’t know who he is. Everyone does, the whole world does. I mean he’s an avenger. I don’t say that though.

“I already know your name, Y/N, is it?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Um, yes.” I reply shyly, my voice kind of shallow.

“Ahhh, pretty name for pretty girl.”

I blush at his words and look down smiling. Did he really just call me pretty? Oh my gosh, I would’ve never imagined Thor to say that to me nor even notice me.

“Thank you,” I look back into his beautiful blue eyes then realize we’re still holding hands. Nervously, I let go and continue gathering the papers. “And uh, thank you for helping me pick up these papers, I’m sort of a clutz.”

“It’s no trouble, love. We all happen to make mistakes here and there.” I glance up at him to see he’s already looking at me. This time I don’t drop the papers. I grip them tightly in my hand, scared that if I didn’t they’d fall right out and I’d have to endure, yet another embarrassing incident.

“Yeah,” I say. Since all of the papers are now off of the floor, Thor stands up and then reaches his hand down for me to take it. I look up at him and smile while taking his hand in mine and he hoists me up. I’m met with my nose to his chest. He is much taller than me, wow.

“I guess you shall take these.” He hands the papers to me.

“Right.” I take the papers from him. “Thanks, once again for helping me with that. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. You’re so quiet; I thought you would want someone to talk to other than the puny Tony,”

I laugh at that.

“It is nice to talk to someone else; this job does get kind of lonely at times.” I confess. Ever since I’ve got this job the only person I talk to is Tony, and sometimes Pepper seeing as though she is his soon to be wife. Other than the two of them that’s about it. Everyone else was simple formalities.

“Well I would be happy to be the one that breaks the lonely state you are currently in.”

Is he about to ask me out? Excitement consumes me all at once and I feel like a girl in high school waiting to be asked out by the captain of the football team. Only I am being asked out by the God of Thunder. A God.

“By all means, I’m up for anything.” I hope I don’t sound desperate as I say this but I probably do. Great. He sees me as desperate, awkward and clumsy. What a perfect combination.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I gasp at the sudden action, surprised that he would do such a thing. His kind gentle manner seems to have changed in just the split of a second.

He leans his head down so I feel the warmth of his body on mine, his lips on my ear. From the smallest touch, my panties slightly become moist.

“Meet me in the common room, tonight.” He whispers, gently, his voice still having that deep tone. I close my eyes leaning more into him, not wanting him to let go of me. “Your loneliness will come to an end, I assure you.” And with that I feel a chaste kiss placed against my ear, leaving me with want for more.

He pulls away so we are now face to face. He has a smirk on his face and I feel as if he knows that I want him badly, that I sit in my room at night, pleasuring myself feeling as though it is him pleasuring me. That I’ve had the biggest crush on him since I saw him months ago.

Tony had wanted me to inform Thor that he was needed for an important mission specifically only for him. So when I had went down there in search of him, I had walked in on him showering in the gym showers. It was foolish of me to not see that it was clearly a bathroom with showers for men. I just have never been in the gym so I wasn’t familiar with the area, still that’s no excuse for my clueless behavior. Yet it was worth it.

Luckily he hadn’t noticed me standing there because I backed away and just watched like a weirdo. I couldn’t help it. What woman in their right mine would have walked away from watching him shower?

Seeing the water run down his broad muscular shoulders, and hot lean abs. Chest up is all I could see but it was enough.

It wasn’t only his physique that had me in awe, it’s just the way he spoke about how he fought in battle and how mature he was about certain things. Most of the time.

“Okay.” I say, nervously. He laughs at my nervousness then pulls away, so our bodies are no longer touching but then his hand finds mine and he brings my hand to his lips placing a kiss on it. I watch him then bite my lip.

We look into each other’s eye one more time before he walks away, out of the business room. I am left confused, lost, and turned the hell on. Confused at the fact that he has made such a move on me, lost because I’m not sure if I should meet him. I don’t want to be just a pointless fuck to him and be left, used. I’ve met and dealt with assholes like that and quite frankly they’re not fun to deal with nor is the feeling of being used. And yes, I am aroused like crazy. Perhaps it has something to do with him being a God that makes me putty in his arms.

Still in a daze from what happened, I go to exit from the room because I still have work to do but then my eyes flicker to something shiny on the floor. I widen my eyes when I get a good look and see that its Thor’s hammer thingy that he uses to fight. I always see him walking with it which I found odd but I never questioned it.

I should probably return it to him so I go and pick it up knowing it is going to be heavy. When I pick it up, I suddenly feel powerful. It’s an odd feeling that I can’t even describe, I just feel strong. Like I can demolish a tank with just my bare hands. Oh my gosh, I’ve never felt this before. What is it about this hammer that has me feeling like fucking Wonder Woman? Honestly it makes me think I can kick somebody’s ass.

“What the hell,” I mutter. I examine the hammer as if staring at it will give me answers as to why I feel heavily built. Is this what Thor feels when he holds it in battle because if so I can see why he’s won so many fights.

While walking towards his room to give him his hammer, agents in the building stop, looking at me with wide eyes. I see Sam and Natasha walking the halls together and they stop, shocked looks spread across their faces. Exactly like everyone else.

What’s going on? Is there something on my face? Is my hair messed up? I wipe my face to feel if there is food or just some type of substance but don’t feel anything. I look down at my black work dress, patting it down even though nothing appears to be wrong with it.

I pass by Steve and Bucky, and they do the same as everyone else. Eyes wide, mouths wide open, looking completely bewildered. Their looks were actually beginning to make me think that something was sincerely wrong with me.

Whatever it was, I couldn’t let Thor see it. As I was about to make a pit stop to the bathroom to check my face, I hear my name being called.

“Y/N?”

I groan to myself. Just by the voice I can tell it’s Thor. So I turn around and just like I expected his face is filled with shock just like everyone else. Ignoring his look I hold out his hammer for him, the powerful feeling still inside of me.

“You forgot your hammer; I just thought I’d bring it to you.” I say.

He slowly looks from me to the hammer then back at me.

“Or…………should I have just left it?”

“No, no, no, wait,” He walks closer to me, so he’s once again towering over me. “How are you, there is no way, how in the-“ Thor looked like he had seen a ghost right in front of his eyes.

“What? What’s wrong?” I still have the hammer in my hand, the power still overcoming me.

“Let me see that.” He takes the hammer from my hand then looks at it like I was doing. What was it with this damn hammer?

“Okay what is it?” I’m starting to get fed up with not knowing what’s going on.

“Here, hold Mjolnir again,”

“You named your hammer, Mjolnir?” I ask then chuckle while taking the hammer in my hand. There it is again, that powerful will.

“Yeah, something like that.” His eyes trail over my hand that’s holding his precious Mjolnir. Oh so that’s it? Everyone’s shocked that I can hold his hammer. I may not look like I can fight but I’m sort of strong. Kind of. In a way, anyway if that’s the case then that is just ridiculous. “It’s just that no one and I mean no one is able to hold my hammer, no one has ever been worthy enough. Only those who are worthy shall have the ability to,” his hands curl around mine, the one that is holding the hammer that is. “possess such strength.”

“Okay, um,” I kind of laugh not sure what to think of all of this. “so I’m worthy enough to hold your hammer thingie? Me?”

I’m in great disbelief that me, a woman who has never had much value to life, can be worthy enough to hold the God of Thunder’s hammer. Sure I’m kind and genuinely care for people but that makes me worthy? Whoa.

“Believe me I am as shocked as you are, love, though I have to admit it turns me on and my feelings and attraction for you have only increased more.”

What? He’s had feelings for me? And thinks I’m attractive?

“You’re attracted to me and have feelings for me?” My voice is a whisper.

“Yes,” he wraps his hands around my hips, pulling me to him, roughly. Wow, he’s aggressive and I love it. “And I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back not much longer.”

In a blink of an eye his lips are on mine, in a hungry long awaited kiss. I don’t even think as I kiss him back, loving the taste of a man. Not just a man, this man. I’ve been longing for this. I wrap my hands around his neck, Mjolnir still in my hands.

He chuckles into the kiss then pulls away.

“What?” I ask, a bit breathless from the kiss.

“As much as I would like to continue this, I want to take you on a date first, get to know you.” He leaned down, cupping my face in his hands. “I meant it when I said your lonely days would be over.”

And he was telling the truth. The two of us went on many dates together, most of them took place in the common room away from everyone else or on the roof where we would set up food and blankets and talk about each other and sometimes he would show me his power by making lightning occur.

I’ve never been as comfortable with someone as I am with Thor. Believe it or not I was falling head over heels in love with him. He was a gentlemen, different from the men I had been involved with who would just want one thing with no relationship. I could tell he felt the same about me.

He also loved when I could summon Mjolnir to me. He didn’t think I could bring it to me with just holding my hand out like he could but I can. And let me say, it’s fucking amazing.

One night we were in his room, late at night. He had just came back from a mission that he was gone all day for and I really missed him. He missed me too. When he had came back, I was waiting in front of the Quinjet like I usually do because Tony always wants me to get him a burger and Thor had picked me up and spun me around, kissing my cheeks. And he did it in front of the whole team.

They hadn’t known about us so they were pretty much surprised but just added snarky comments with laughter.

Right now Thor was lying down, shirtless, just in a pair of gym shorts and since he seemed so exhausted I decided I’d ease him up a bit.

“Hey babe,” I say standing at the foot of the bed. He opened his eyes from “resting” as he called it, and when he saw me his eyes widened like the day he saw me holding Mjolnir.

I was only dressed in my black Calvin Klein panties with nothing else. Just that.

“What’s this?” He asked, eyes scanning over every inch of my body.

“Just want you to relax, okay?” I crawl on the bed, not breaking eye contact with him. His breathing has increased, I can tell. He looks so hot like this. Fuck, I wouldn’t mind just skipping all the foreplay and getting right to it. I don’t though, I know this will be fun

When I am met with his face, I kiss him slowly and passionately. I feel his hand come up and hold my cheek, the other planted on my throat. He pulls me closer to him, the kiss becoming more heated and deeper. Teasingly I pull away then peck his lips before planting kisses on his neck, moving all the way down his abs, kissing and licking each one. His muscles tense underneath my touch as I continue on, further until my lips are on his clothed cock.

I avert my eyes to him, a playful smirk on my lips.

“Please don’t tease, love.” He says in an almost begging manner.

“Mmmm,” Eagerly, I pull on the strings of his gym shorts and pull them past his hips. He lifts up, so I can pull them down so they’re completely off of his body.

He was so hard and in saying that he was so huge. The two of us hadn’t done anything beneath the clothes. Occasionally he would slap my ass sneakily, or I would grab his cock when no one was looking but other than that we weren’t getting down and physical. Now, it’s time to change that.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I pull the waistband of his briefs down his body, letting his cock sprang free. My gosh, it was so big, veiny with a red shiny tip leaking with pre-come. So perfect, I mean what did I except? He’s a God.

I place a wet kiss on the tip and I hear him groan. I smirk to myself then get on with it, deciding I can’t help myself anymore. As much as I’m enjoying this teasing, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever. I place another kiss before licking up his shaft then putting my whole mouth around his warm cock. I bop my head up and down, stroking what I cannot fit in my mouth.

He’s so huge, I should’ve known all of it wouldn't be able to fit.

“Oh, lord.” He mutters.

I hollow out my cheeks, moaning around his cock as I take him deeper into my mouth. Glancing up at him through my lashes, the sight of him has wetness pooling at my core. His eyes are closed, head leaned back, eyebrows furrowed. I love pleasuring him.

After a few minutes, he catches me by surprise as he grabs me, yanking me away from his cock.

“As much, as I enjoy your pretty mouth around my cock, I can’t wait any longer.” He says, his tone deep and dark, no longer the sweet Thor.

He flips us over so he is on top of me and grinds his body on top of mine, his crotch rubbing on my wet pussy. His arms were on either side of my head so he could support his weight off of me and he leaned down, capturing my lips in a hungry, impatient kiss. In the process, his hand comes and grips the band of my panties, tugging on them. Without breaking the kiss I lift up my hips so he can pull them off. And he’s fast with it for they are off my body in a millisecond.

He spreads my legs wide then flicks his dick over my clit, him now being the one teasing me. A huge ting of nerves is set on all through my body, and I bite my lip, moving my hips against his cock, trying to feel him.

“Naughty are we?” He asks, smirking down at me. “The little quiet assistant. Who would’ve imagined you’d be this dirty?”

I slightly blush at his words and as I’m about to speak he he enters me without any warning. I moan out, feeling more stretched than I had felt before. Thor growls lowly, his face contort with pleasure. He pulled his hips back slowly, then is inside of me once again and then he doesn’t stop.

He leans down, entwining our finger and moving his head in the crook of my neck, placing kisses. I move my other hand to his back holding onto him, my moans still following from the immaculate pleasure that he’s bringing me.

No man, and I mean no other man has ever fucked me this good, this thoroughly. They were so quick to get away from me after they had gotten what they wanted, but with the way Thor was holding me, it was as if he never wanted to let go.

I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, lovingly. His thrusts are hard and rough yet the passion is still there. The sounds of our skin, my moans, the ragged breathing, it all made the moment even more hot and sensual.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” he whispers, huskily into my ear. I moan in response and he places kisses in the crook of my neck as his thrusts go on.

His tip brushes against my G-spot and my hips jerk up in response.

“Right there, baby,” I whimper out, throwing my head back. Now he’s going to have me come in a matter of minutes, that’s also something no man has ever done.

He groaned and began to pick up speed, hitting me deeper, the feeling of him right on my g spot, stimulating me. I moaned, closing my eyes, the pleasure consuming every inch of my body. My stomach was beginning to form into a tight knot, my walls were tightening his cock. So quickly, I was coming so quickly that I didn’t even have time to let him know. I arched into him, throwing my head back, moaning very loudly so it rang off the walls. My wetness coated his shaft as he still continued to fuck me very hard, rocking my body forward.

It’s a while until I feel Thor’s warm juices, spurring inside of me, milking me with a shout. He kisses my neck before coming face to face with me and kissing my lips while riding out our highs. I softly moan, my vagina a bit sensitive from still coming undone.

He pulls out of me then rolls over to the side of me, our post best sex ever bliss evident on our faces. We’re both panting and I only realize it until now that I am sweating. And when I look over so is Thor.

I grin. “Wow, that was amazing.” I scoot over to him and lay my head on his shoulder. I can’t resist it so I put a finger on his abs, twirling it around.

He chuckles and I feel his hand stroking my hair. “Well it was me, love. You shouldn’t have expected any less?” He pecks the top of my head.

I roll my eyes at his cockinness. “Gosh, you’re so cocky, don’t make me get Mjolnir to hit the arrogance out of you.” I joke then giggle.

“Oh, so you’re going to take advantage of your worthiness now?”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” he sits up and moves in front of me so I can now see his face. “Before you do that, you think you have one more in you?”

Before I can ask what he means, he kisses my neck, then my chest, then my breast and continues to move further down. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel his face in between my legs.

“Sure, I think I have one more.” I say preparing myself for another mind blowing orgasm.

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Better Man (G.D) Part One

Summary: Michelle Downey is a single mom to her beautiful two-year-old daughter, Amelia. Not once has she ever thought of replacing the man who left his family a year and a half ago. That is, until Grayson waltzes into their life.

Warning(s): swearing, and lots of fluff

Word Count: 1500+

My Monday morning started just like any other. I woke up around 5 am, put my makeup and some clothes on, and walked downstairs to get my morning coffee. I grabbed the Folgers jar siting by my coffee maker and poured in a scoop of grounds. I turned on the coffee maker and watched as the coffee slowly dripped into the coffee jar. I went into the laundry room and grabbed Amelia’s soft pink blanket out of the dryer and zipped it up in the Strawberry Shortcake backpack that I had handed down to her. I heard little footsteps and turned to see my sweet angel rubbing her eyes and yawning in her pj’s. I smiled at her and took her back upstairs to change her diaper and clothes and brush her hair and teeth. At approximately 6:15 (never a minute earlier or later), Amelia was all buckled up in my white Honda Civic and I strapped myself in, pulling out of my driveway and on my way to drop her off at daycare.

I walked into my office and placed my belongings in my closet, and immediately was overwhelmed by papers sitting on my desk. I sat down and sighed, staring at the pile of work I had to do today. I heard a soft knock on my door, and peered up at the glass. Whats the point of knocking If I can see you? I motioned for my assistant, Miles to walk in. He walked in and shut the door behind him and stood with his arms crossed in front of my desk. “Can I help you?” I asked. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Ms. Downey, you never read the emails I sent over the weekend.” He demanded. I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair.

“Miles, it’s Monday. Saturday is for sleeping and I don't move on Sundays. Did you forget what I taught you when you first came onto the job?” He uncrossed his arms and sat in the chair in front of my desk.

“No, I just had a flashback to the fifty slide powerpoint you had made up.” He said sarcastically. I gave him a look when I saw my boss coming towards my door. I stood up, and she let herself in. I dramatically held out my arm and slouched back down in my seat.

“Please come in.” I muttered under my breath.

“Ms. Downey, when am I going to have that novel that I gave you last Wednesday approved for publishing?” Mrs. Calloway crossed her arms in annoyance and looked around my office.

“Um, I don't know, I'm not really a fast reader.” I sarcastically replied. She out her hands on her hips and whipped around to turn and peer at me. Miles’ eyes widened and he motioned for me to cut it out. I rolled my eyes. “I will email the reviewer and ask them again to see if it’s finished.”

“Thank you.” She sneered. She looked around at the office once more. “Miles, why don’t you have Michelle keep up with her office?” She asked. I looked at Miles who didn’t once look up from the maroon leather notebook I got him for his birthday.

“Because, Mrs. Calloway, I’m too busy being your bitch to notice.” She whipped her head and shot him a dirty look. I had to hide my laughter while he still didn’t look up.

“Whatever.” She waved him off. “Anyway, I need that book ASAP, so please let me know when it’s done. If you have to sleep with someone to get it done then by all means...” She trailed off. I rolled my eyes.

“Anything else?” I asked. She took one more look around and then shot a fake smile at me.

“No, thank you.” She whipped her head around and swiveled out of the room, taking the cold air with her.

Miles shot his eyes up at me. “Why are you so rude to your mother?” He asked.

“Yeah? you're one to talk.” I accused. “I swear it takes everything in me not to rip her head off sometimes.”

“Grow some balls, Ms. Downey.” He answered and flipped another page. I sighed and threw my head back in my chair.

During my lunch, my friend Melanie and I walked across the streets of Los Angeles to our local Starbucks. Sitting down, we both sighed relief of being out of the office. Melanie works across the street from me at a law firm that her husband owns, but she also happens to be my next door neighbor, while her daughter also happens to be Amelia’s best friend.

“Eric has literally spent our nights doing work at home and it has gotten on my nerves every single time.” Melanie complained. She sighed and put her phone face down on the table. I smiled.

“See that's why I leave work at work. I need a break from it. I think it’s hard too because Eric owns that place so you both are always about work.” She nodded in agreement.

“How’s things with your mom?” She asked and took a sip of her coffee. I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I can’t ever tell with her. She’s been all about work and not about Amelia at all ever since James left.” I answered. Ever since my boyfriend walked out after I gave birth to our daughter, things in my family have been weird. I haven’t been going to the family gatherings to avoid the ‘where is James?’ and ‘Why aren’t you married yet’ and ‘how do you get through the day by yourself?’ questions. It’s also put a strain on my relationship with my mom, who is the CEO of the publishing company that I am the President of.

“Oh my god.” Melanie said with wide eyes.

“What?!” I asked, half expecting her to see some huge celebrity that she was in love with.

“That guy Is so hot and he is totally checking you out.” Clearly, high school wasn't over for Melanie. I turned around to see the most beautiful brown haired boy staring at me, and quickly looking away when I turned. His green eyes shifted back to the counter where he was waiting for his coffee. His crossed Armes showed off his biceps and his dangly earring shimmered at me as I turned back around to face Melanie.

“Yeah right.” I said and smiled. “The chances of a guy like that wanting me are like the chances of me going back to a family reunion. It’s never gonna happen.” I laughed. Melanie rolled her eyes at me and chuckled.

“Alright. But hey, if you never put yourself out there, Amelia will never know what it’s like to have a father figure in her life.” She grabbed her coffee and walked out, patting my shoulder as she passed me. I sighed and looked at my watch, seeing the text message from Miles asking where I am. I rolled my eyes and threw my coffee out, grabbing my purse, and opening the doors to the busy streets. I’m halfway out the door when I slam right into someone, someone that felt about ten times bigger than me. They sent me flying backwards, and fell on top of me with one big “oof”.

I looked up to see the man that was staring me down in the coffee shop. He looked at me wide-eyed, picking himself up and giving me a hand to stand up. After standing up, I brushed myself off and he handed me my purse. His charcoal grey tee hugged his ripped body so perfectly and I had to pull my eyes away from him. “Whats wrong, didn't get a good enough look at me back in there?” I sarcastically threw at him. He chuckled, unsure of whether or not I was kidding.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. He looked almost too perfect. Almost like a prince, but I wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be my prince or someone else’s. After eyeing him up and down, I gave him a small “yeah”. “I saw your friend leave and I got the balls to come in there and talk to you but it didn’t exactly go as planned.” He chuckled again. I gave him a weird look.

“Yeah, well if you want my number, you’re gonna have to work hard on not collapsing on me this time.” I giggled. He let out a breath of relief, probably because he thought I was gonna be a bitch.

“I’m Grayson, by the way.” He held out a large hand and I eyed the blue bracelet wrapped tightly around his wrist. Taking his hand, I smiled softly.

“Michelle.” He smiled at me.

“Maybe I can make up for the fall sometime this week? Are you are any night this week?” He asked. I smiled and then thought about Amelia. I was never free any night of the week. Finding a babysitter that isn’t Melanie is hard.

“How about you give me your number and I’ll let you know.” I smiled. He chuckled.

“Ah, she’s a cocky one.” He stated.

“No, just a girl who knows what she wants.” I smiled and handed him my phone. After putting his number in, he handed it back to me and said goodbye. My phone buzzed.

The witch is on her broom.

I sighed and rolled my eyes and strolled back to save Miles from the nightmare that is my mother.

Tags: @killmonger-dolan @dolansdream

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Grayson Dolan fanfic. It’ll be comprised of parts (I’m not sure how many), but hopefully I’ll be able to upload on the weekends. I’m thinking one part Saturdays and one part Sundays. Let me know what you think and if you wanna be tagged in it!! xoxo, Meg

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♡7:57PM♡

i’ve been fasting for 22 hours but i feel so tired, hungry, and sad. i want to eat an entire box of pizza and macaroni, but i need to be better than that. my longest fast was about 65 hours, and i want to beat that. i’ve only started restricting and becoming so involved in this last month, approximately a week or more before my birthday at the end of the month. it could be a phase, i could be faking it, but i want to be thin and continue this so badly. it takes 21 days to make or break a habit, analthough its almost been that long i have failed multiple times within these days; eating more than enough because i had thought ‘dear god, theres no point to this. im faking it, why am i doing this to myself?’, but this is what i need to be thin. i’ve been overweight since grade three, and i want to end that streak now. i’m at my highest weight and i cant keep gaining ten pounds every year because i simply didn’t care about what i was stuffing into my mouth. the sounds of my stomach churning and aching for food makes me proud, like i’ve finally achieved something. the side effects of not eating is such an addicting pleasure, it’s so hard but so worth it. but the thoughts of ‘it’s just a phase’ ‘you’re faking it’ ‘you’re trying to force an illness on yourself, that’s not how these things work’ ‘you wanted to have an eating disorder, you can’t get a mental illness simply from wanting one’ make me lose pounds of motivation, is this all just a stupid play? is it for attention? it’s as if there’s an angel and devil on my shoulders, one telling me that i’m doing well, that if i continue this i can be perfect, but the other is telling me that everything about this is scripted and fake, that it’ll fade away in a month and i’ll forget i even cared about how many calories were in an apple. i’m forgetting to separate all these clustered sentences into paragraphs, it looks like a mess, but i’m too tired to organize it. i want to sleep, sleep forever, until i’m beautiful and perfect, but unfortunately that’s not how this works. lots of people suffering of eating disorders had developed them in their younger years, 15 is much too old to acquire yet another mental illness, i’m just trying to find easy ways out and get attention, but i need to keep this up as long as i can, and prove to myself i’m not a faker. i want to be so disgusted by food that i don’t even want to eat it, no matter how delicious it must be. did you know a box of kraft dinner is 800-900 calories? dear god. i used to eat entire boxes in one sitting, and i wondered why i was only gaining weight and never losing. jesus, why is this so long? anyways, i had made the mistake of telling two of my friends and my counsellor that i was starting to have problems with eating, oh how i regret it so much. you don’t tell people about these things, if you do it’s because you want attention. at least that’s what my subconscious tells me. my counsellor! my goddamn counsellor. she didn’t seem too consented about it, since it’s only been a thing for less than a month, but if she asks me about it next time i’ll reassure her that it was just a phase because i was stressed, and reassure my other two friends that it’s not a problem, that it was just a stupid teenage girl phase. i need everyone to think i’m fine, i feel sick after telling people, i can’t do that again. i seriously can’t. god i’m such an idiot, i cant believe i told three people. three. i don’t want to talk about that anymore, my brain already hates me enough. you know what’s disgusting? seeing a girl that’s dying with bones sticking out all over her and thinking it’s beautiful. i shouldn’t think that, and i’m aware, but god, how i wish i would look like that instead of a jawline made invisible by pounds of fat.

oh look, i’m actually separating into a paragraph, go me! i’m getting tired, i’ve been tired since i started writing this and haven’t had the energy to take the time and make this whole, whatever you call it, diary entry, i don’t know, more dramatic with italics and fancy details. oh, and debating wether or not to shower, decisions decisions. do i wanna risk my hair getting greasy overnight or just get clean? first world problems. this is my goodnight to the zero people reading this, or other few people who read one sentence and god bored so scrolled past. goodnight to all you lovely people, sleep well and have sweet dreams!

xoxo, eleanor ♥︎

#tw #not pro just using tags #eating disorder #ed #ednos #osfed #anorexia #pro ana #ana #bulimia #mia #thin #skinny #thinspo

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Pen Pals- Chapter 2

Parings: Tom X Reader

Summary: You’re Pen pals with Tom but you don’t know it’s Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: None

A/N: I love feedback, please let me know what you think! Please...honestly..I’m not above begging.. :)

Word Count: 1625

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The ceremony went by in a blur the speeches were fine and the special guests were interesting; but you couldn’t concentrate on anything around you. Your mind kept wandering back to the letter you received after all these years. You kept smiling as you thought of all the things you wanted to share with Tom. When it was time for your row to stand and walk towards the stage the girl behind to the left of you had to tap you on the shoulder to bring you back to the present. You whispered your thanks and walked towards the stage.

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” the announcer said as you walked up to the stage, shook hands with the Dean and took your diploma. You walked towards the end of the stage, smiled brightly as they took your picture and then you returned to your seat. You had done it, you graduated college and you were on your way. The rest of the graduating class received their diplomas

“Congratulations to our 2002 graduating class,” the announcer said. Every student took off their caps and threw them in the air. There were cheers and claps heard all around as everyone left their seats in search of loved ones.

You Mom and Dad found you and your Dad couldn’t stop snapping pictures of you. You were sure he was filling an entire memory card with just this one milestone of your life.

“Dad, I think you have enough pictures,” you laughed putting your hand in front of your face trying to get him to stop. Your parents took you to dinner in celebration and after a long tiring day you returned to your apartment. You looked around at all the stuff you had yet to pack. You were moving to the city in the next few weeks because you were stating a job with a hot marketing firm. All that could wait though, you had an email to compose.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Y/N, your long lost pen pal

Hello Tom,

I was shocked when my Mom brought your letter to me today; I figured you would have forgotten all about me. I’m glad to hear things are going well and that you have found something you are passionate about; that is very exciting. Congratulations on being accepted into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, that is a wonderful accomplishment and you should be very proud!

I did try to write you three times before I received my letter back as return to sender. I can’t tell you how devastated I was and I wasn’t sure what I did to make you stop writing to me. It was a relief to know it was nothing I did; although I’m sorry to hear you were going through a difficult time in your life. I would have liked to been there for you.

I just graduated today and I will be moving to the city in a few weeks to work with a marketing company. It’s a great opportunity for me and I can’t wait to start. It is getting late here though and I should probably get some packing done. I’m so happy you reached out to me; I’ve missed you Tom.

Xoxo,

Y/N

You closed the top of your laptop and headed to your room to change into comfortable clothes to begin packing. Within five minutes you heard your computer ding, indicating you had an email. You looked at your computer and drew your eyebrows together. There is no way he responded that quickly is there? He was at least 5 hours ahead of you and it was already 8pm. You opened the computer and clicked the new email icon, opening the new message.

From: Tom H.

Subject: RE: Y/N, your long lost pen pal

Y/N,

I’m so very glad you received my letter and that you responded back to me. I never meant to cause you pain and I am truly sorry you thought it was something you did. Thank you for your kind words, I would have appreciated if I had you to talk to when I was going through everything; you were the only person I wanted to talk to.

I was heartbroken when I couldn’t locate the letters I received from you. For a week I dug through everything to try and find your information with my luck. I have thought about you though these years and wondered if you thought of me as well. I am so happy to rekindle our friendship and I hope you can forgive me.

It’s very exciting to hear that you are starting a new job in the next few weeks, and I wish you the best of luck in your journey. You will have to let me know how your first day goes; but I imagine it will be fine and you will succeed. Best of luck with packing J Will talk soon, have a lovely evening.

Yours,

Tom

You smiled to yourself and made a note to respond to him tomorrow morning. You pulled out some newspaper and started wrapping your items.

Your emails with Tom continued and you two were closer than ever. Keeping with tradition, you still didn’t know his last name, or what he looked like. It was weird and all your friends didn’t understand why you didn’t exchange this information. It would be so easy to Skype and then you would finally know what this man looked like; but you didn’t want to. You were afraid it would change how you two were with one another. You were trying to hold on to the boy you became friends with all those years ago. Not to say Tom hadn’t tried to get you to Skype, he had and you had turned down the offer.

Tom was doing well and he told you he had been in a few films and TV shows in England. You were so proud of him and everything he had accomplished. You knew how hard he had been working and it has finally paid off for him.

The next few years came and went; you moved on to a bigger company and were promoted to Project Manager for a new client, Marvel Studios. The small movie studio was going to be bringing the Marvel Comics to life and you were responsible for the marketing and advertising of the films. They had already done a few films and the newest movie that was to come out was Thor. Since this was such a big client, you were transferred to Los Angles so you could be close to the studio.

To: Tom H

Subject: BIG Promotion and BIG move!

Hey you! I have the most exciting news to share! I am moving to LA to do advertising for Marvel Studios as the Project Manager. The first one I will be working on is Thor. I know he’s a Norse God and I know some of the mythology; but I guess I will have to start reading the comics. This is such a huge deal, and I’m freaking out! The movie has been shot; it’s in post production now. Once it is finalized my team will get to see some of it so we can put together everything. Superheroes…who knew right?

Enough about me. What’s new with you? Hope acting has been going well. When can you tell me what the secret role you got was? NDA’s are the worst aren’t they? I feel as if you should be able to tell a few people who role you are cast in. Oh well, I am still so proud of you, I know how hard you have been working for this. Let me know. I miss our chats, it has been too long. Miss ya Tom!

XoXo

Y/N

You were so giddy you were literally bouncing in your seat patiently waiting for a reply. It was silly really; you didn’t expect him to wait around for an email from you. You had a lot to do to get ready for the move so you decided to get up and get some work done.

You started in the living room, packing up odds and ends. You didn’t need your DVD collection out, so that was the first to go. Next it was the small bookshelf you had that was packed full. You left 2 books out so you would have something to read on the plane and in case you were bored from now until then. This continued for several hours before you were too tired to continue. When you glanced at the clock on the stove it told you it was 10pm and you had been packing for 4 hours. You plopped down on the couch and sighed heavily.

You opened your computer and checked your email. There was a reply from Tom and you smiled tiredly.

To: Y/N

Subject: RE: BIG Promotion and BIG move!

Congratulations on the promotion Darling; that is exquisite news! Los Angeles huh? I am going to be going there for work in about a month, maybe we can meet up? I would love to meet the girl whom I share all my secrets with. Please can we do this?

I have been working crazy hours and I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. I can’t wait for a break to catch up on everything. I have an early morning call tomorrow; and I have to be up in 6 hours; but I wanted to make sure I said goodnight and congratulations. Talk soon.

Yours,

Tom

You wanted to reply and tell him meeting up was a bad idea; but you were having a difficult time coming up with a good excuse. Maybe it’s time to make it happen.

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