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cevansbrat0007 · 5 months

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Cross-Country Christmas (Teaser)

Summary: After Ari is left stranded by a surprise winter storm, you find yourself wishing for a little Christmas miracle...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Ari Being A Menace, Holiday Themes, Smut, Arguments, Spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, More Warnings to Come Minors DNI

A/N: This is only a TEASER, the longer fic is coming soon. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

8:30am on Christmas Day - Bell’s Creek, Texas

“I promise I’ll be fine, Beast.” Drying your tears, you crumble up your tissues in your fist before discarding them in favor of taking a sip of your coffee. “Like you just said, there’ll be other holidays. And certainly other Christmases.”

Ari was still stuck in Omaha. And while you had suspected this call was coming, you hadn’t been prepared for how much the disappointment would affect you.

By all accounts, your Bounty Hunter appeared to be in good spirits, albeit a little tired. He was still on standby, even though all flights were still grounded indefinitely. But you’d at least been happy to hear that he’d somehow managed to catch a few hours of sleep.

Not only that, but he’d also made a new friend in some guy named Clint. They apparently had a number of things in common, with the most important being that they’d both served overseas. Ari had also alluded to his new buddy being in law enforcement as well.

But if you were being honest, you’d been so focused on trying to sound positive that you hadn’t quite been able to focus on his words as much as you would’ve liked. Thankfully, Ari seemed keen on having a conversation – even if it felt a bit one-sided.

“The airline keeps offering to put us up for the night. Anyone who accepts will be guaranteed a spot on one of the first flights out.” Ari coughs softly before continuing. “However, if you’re willing to wait a little bit there’s talk about them sweetening the deal with some sort of voucher or somethin’, plus miles and all that shit.”

“Oh?” Is all you can manage, forcing yourself to take another pull of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. So, Clint and I were thinking…” He trails off, briefly leaning away from the receiver to comment on something you couldn’t see.

“You two were thinking…what?” Your next sip of coffee tastes surprisingly bitter on your tongue. Maybe you would dump out the pot and brew a fresh one.

“That we should take ‘em up on their offer and just ride this storm out. We take the points, get the voucher, and then maybe in a month or two, we go on a vacation together somewhere nice.”

“You and Clint?!” You screech, accidentally knocking over your mug in the process. “Shit!” You scramble out of your chair to grab a dish towel and hurriedly mop up the mess.

“Hate to break it to ya, baby, but Clint’s not really my type.” The Bounty Hunter chuckles into the phone. “I was talking about me and you, Bird. We can pick a destination and have ourselves a holiday do-over.”

A beat goes by before you respond the only way that makes any real, logical sense. Even though it seems to take every last bit of your resolve.

“Okay.” Your voice comes out small and resigned.

“Aw now, don’t fret. I’ll be home soon.” Ari does his best to reassure you. “And once I’m back, we will spend every waking minute making up for lost time. You have my word.”

Well, when he put it like that…

“I guess we can hold off for a little while longer.” You sniff, wishing you could just go back to bed and sleep until tomorrow. “But you had better keep your promise, Beast. Otherwise I’m gonna have to track down Santa and ask him for a new man.”

Your half-hearted attempt at humor elicits a short bark of laughter from Ari which, in turn, makes you smile as well. It would be hard, but you could make it

“Try it, sweet Bird, and I’m telling you right now that I’ll have you in my truck and over my knee before you make it outta the next county.” Comes his gruff response, clearly not enjoying the image of you hanging off another fella’s arm.

You know without asking that he’s probably not kidding – so you decide to leave it alone. If he wanted to thump his chest a little, then you’d let him.

“It was a joke.” You tell him when the line falls silent. Standing, you pad towards the fridge on bare feet, stopping once you reach the doors. Yanking one open, you survey the contents, silently wondering if you should even be bothered enough to cook today. Granted, you’d already brined the turkey so –

“Joking about my replacement isn’t funny, Bird.” Ari growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Especially when I can’t be there in person to plead my case.”

You blow out a harsh breath at the same time as your eyes roll heavenwards. Why couldn't he understand that you needed to crack wise here and there in order to keep from crying?

END TEASER

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queen-of-the-avengers · 8 months

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Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end

Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?

read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle

Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.

Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?

The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.

However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.

“No, sorry, hun.”

“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”

“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”

“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”

“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”

“Thanks!”

You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.

Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.

“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”

Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.

Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.

You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.

“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.

“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.

“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”

Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”

He lets you walk away.

The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.

Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!

like a blind date?

Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.

yeah, i can try. where is the date?

At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.

okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.

Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.

There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.

You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.

One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”

Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.

“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.

“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”

“After you.”

You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.

“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.

“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”

“What do you do?”

“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”

“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”

The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.

“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.

“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.

“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?”

Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”

The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.

“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”

You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You’re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.

“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, sure.”

You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.

“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”

“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”

“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”

You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.

“Damn it,” you mutter.

You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.

The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.

Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.

“Get on the bike.”

“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”

“How the hell did you even find me?”

“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”

“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“Get on the damn bike.”

“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.

“Do better,” you scoff.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.

“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.

“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”

“No more other women.”

“I’ve got the one I want.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.

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toorusluvr · 5 months

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❥ ҉ CHAPTER SIX - WHAT ABOUT US?

❥ ҉ NOTE FROM NIS: hello hello! an update after more than a year geez i'm so sorry. life got in the way! anyway, i decided to finish this fic before this year ends (time is ticking for me lol at least it's an accomplishment!!) this chapter carries mental health issues and toxic relationships. wow semi is being a dickhead in this chapter (spoiler alert) he reminds me so much of my ex LOL anyway i hope you enjoy reading this update! as usual, reblogs, likes, and comments are very very much appreciated!!

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The cafe used to be your dating place with Semi felt empty even though there were customers inside. You were waiting for Semi, and surprisingly, Semi was 30 minutes late than the promised time. But, it was not surprising given the condition both of you were living in. You glanced over your watch countless times, breathing out a soft groan as you kept on looking over your phone as time passed by.

Another 20 minutes passed when he finally showed up. He made you wait for an hour! If that isn’t infuriating enough other than the fact that he also cheated behind your back. What a douchebag. But fuck is it easy to let him go. It’s not as easy as it may appear to others. Hands to God, you have tried. But each try ends in failure.

The man, Semi, was seen wearing his backpack over his shoulder, still neatly dressed in his school uniform though his tie was loose. The guy kept both of his hands inside of his pockets and he appeared relaxed while you were looking like you could explode any sooner. Sucker. He spotted you nearby the glass window with a frown look. His steps felt heavy with each drag, but he needed to see you one last time. He promised, this is the last time he'll hurt you.

Semi recognised that look you had on your face. You were upset with him, extremely disappointed was all over your face. And, you had every right to be upset with him. He loathes himself too, sometimes.

“We need to talk, Semi”, you mumbled softly, not wanting to start a fight with your boyfriend. You do not want to act like a crazy girlfriend, but yesterday’s incident was too much as it never happened before. Your eyes trailed his movements when he pulled out the chair in front of you. Semi took his seat and rested both of his hands on the table.

When things got worse between you and Semi, neither of you had ever cheated on one another.

“What is it?” Semi asked half-heartedly. His tone showed concern for your question.

You let out a soft sigh, not knowing where to begin. “Who were you with yesterday?” you asked with a slightly stern voice. His answer is what you needed the most. There's no way he would lie to you, right? He would convince you that it is not him, right? Right?

Fuck. How you wished that wasn’t him but it was as clear as day. Your stupid heart wouldn’t want to accept any other answer.

The last word came across as pleading in your mind. Heaven knew how pathetic you sounded at the moment when the truth was as clear as day.

Please, he would not lie to me... you prayed.

His action yesterday resulted in you overthinking last night if this relationship was worth risking yourself and your sanity, which was on the edge to begin with. Getting back together with him has always been a mistake. Who else could you blame other than yourself? You’re the one who puts yourself in this position.

“I was with my team, as usual. Why?” Semi replied, with no remorse. A liar, he calls himself. How many times does he have to keep lying to you? No. The real question is, what is holding him back from letting you go? Is it the fact that he can't stand seeing you with another person, or he just wanted to keep you for himself even though he has fallen out of love?

You scoffed, “You lied, Semi. Some girl sent me a snap of you guys being together. I don’t even know what you guys were doing, but why were you guys shirtless? I swear to God, Semi, if you slept with the girl, I don’t even know what I’ll do.”

Semi’s eyes widened at the statement. So you knew the truth already. Fuck that. He was just playing dumb. He knew you already knew. The girl showed the snap she sent to you with a proud smile all over her face and Semi couldn’t stop her.

He didn’t hesitate to stop her so he just let it be. Anything to prevent him from saying he wanted to break up with you.

“She’s just a friend, you know?” Semi paused before he spoke again. A friend? That's what pathetic liars tell their significant other every single time they are caught cheating.

“So it’s true that you did something that friends wouldn’t do?” you emphasised the term 'friend' he clearly misused. You felt your blood boiling when you spotted the lies hidden in his eyes.

He looked away from your face, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I guess.”

“Why in the hell would you do that with her? You have a fucking girlfriend, Eita. What am I to you? For fucks sake, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked. Your voice was slightly trembling as you could feel your tears threatening to fall on your face any moment from now on.

The rage you've bottled up for years threatened to be freed from your body. Torture. This is like a living hell if it's living in agony.

“You aren’t there with me every day, and I got… bored. I was lonely, Y/N! I need someone to be there with me physically!” Semi sighed. He stopped and stared straight into your eyes. The girl he has loved for about three years. The sweet look you have always had on your face is now gone, replaced with anger and betrayal.

It felt like he was painting you to be the bad guy in this case. Playing the victim card, huh?

You scoffed in disbelief, “What am I to you exactly, Semi? Was the reason you got back with me the other day so you could fuck me and then leave?” you snapped, trying to keep your voice low so the other customers won’t be interrupted.

Semi brought both of his hands to his face. He let out a deep sigh, “Would it hurt less if I said yes?”

“Hell yes, Semi! Oh god, I can’t fucking believe this. What has gotten into you, Semi? What drove you crazy? Fuck, I can't even believe I love you no matter what happens!” At this point, you don’t even know if you are strong enough to accept this. A part of you just wanted to storm out of the cafe, but a part of you also needed closure.

“You’re always there when I need you. That’s why I keep on coming back to you because you’re there. You’re special to me, Y/N,” Semi told. His eyes failed to convince you that he wanted you to be with him forever.

You let out a scoff, “You know too damn well that I’ll come back running to you whenever you need me. You used me, Semi. What happened to the old you? I can’t believe this. You know that I can never let you go, that’s why you used me, isn’t it? Semi, I’m not naive. It’s just that I loved you so much that I can never let you go and… and, you took it for granted!”

Your tears were beginning to fall on your cheeks. You were sobbing so hard that even a box of tissue is not enough to help you wipe your tears away. Shit, breakup hurts like hell.

Semi felt terrible, really he is. He couldn't deny that he takes you for granted. “I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you could say, Semi?” you asked with a gruff voice. You were hoping for a lot more. Maybe an 'I love you’ or ‘You’re my entire world’ would be sufficient.

“I’m so sorry," he apologised once again. You let out an unbelievable sigh as you wiped your tears. “That’s it. Once again, we’re breaking up. Maybe we’re just not meant to be. I hate the fact that I will always love you no matter how bad you treat me, Eita.”

“I’m sorry. I’m never good enough for you. I guess I will never be good enough for anyone. I hope she’s good enough for you, Semi,” you said your final words as you left the cafe without saying goodbye.

Strangers on the street looked at you with a weird look on their faces. Seeing a random teenager on the street bawling her eyes out concerned them most slightly.

Returning home, you cried yourself to sleep. Your thoughts kept you up at night, wondering if you are ever enough for someone. You wondered if someone is willing to love you unconditionally. Does love even exist in this cruel world?

You skipped school for two days because you were down in the slumps, all alone in your room. You never cheated with anyone behind Semi’s back when you guys were together. Hell, you even ditched Iwaizumi as your friend with benefits when you got back together with Semi.

You sobbed again, not knowing what to do with your life anymore. You just wanted your pain to be over. Why does everyone have it easier? Why can't you be happy just like they do?

The sound of keys jingling from outside startled you. You saw the figure of your mother standing at the door frame with a stoic face. “Y/N,” she called your name seriously. You wiped your tears and looked at her, nodding your head to answer her call.

“Why the hell did you skip school?” your mother asked, taking another step towards you. She was infuriated when your homeroom teacher gave her a call this morning and told her about you being absent for the past 2 days.

She even left her work to come home to ask you about this matter. Ever since your dad passed away, your mother barely cares or makes time about your personal life that much. All she knows is that her daughter is supposed to go to school, and she wants her to graduate high school and become a doctor.

Your mother sets a high expectation on you, and it kills you inside.

“I’m sick, can’t you see?” you replied with a sad voice. You caught a cold after meeting with Semi the other day. You sniffled back your tears, not wanting to cry in front of your raging mad mother.

“I didn’t raise you to become a liar, Y/N! Why the hell did you skip school? Tell me now!” your mother yelled. You flinched at her words, and you knew you couldn’t lie any longer. But you weren’t lying! You were sick! Anyone who sees you in this state could tell. But why the person who gave birth to you couldn't see it?

“I skipped school because I was sick, mom! Can’t you see? I was telling you the truth!” you slightly raised your voice back at her while wailing out loud.

Your mother didn’t take your wailing seriously, apparently. “Just return to school tomorrow. I don’t want any excuses.”

“Because of you, I want to fucking die,” you snapped. “You tortured me throughout my life, mom! You should have let me die back then!”

The woman who birthed and raised you had a fuming mad expression written all over her face. Her fists tightened on her sides, eyebrows scrunched together. Your mother’s back is now turned to face you. “I raised you to become a successful person. I don’t want to raise a pathetic loser. Get your shit together!” your mother raised her voice one last time as she slammed the door to your bedroom.

You threw your pillows on the floor while wailing out loud, though it will never be heard. You weren’t sure what went wrong in your life, but everything seems to become a failure every fucking minute.

The following day, you decided to return to school. With visible dark circles under your eyes, you lazily walked to your desk where Oikawa was already waiting for your presence.

“Hey, are you okay? You didn’t come to school for two days. What happened?” Oikawa's gentle voice greeted you the first thing in the morning. He sounded worried. You shrugged your shoulders, ignoring his questions for the time being.

You were quiet, not even bothering to pick a fight with Oikawa like you guys always do. Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi, asking him if he knew what’s going on with you. It turned out Iwaizumi didn't know about it either.

Iwaizumi inhaled a deep breath, lowkey suspecting that you were going through something. Probably had something to do with your boyfriend. But, he knew better than to intervene. If you ever come to him, then he’ll keep you company.

Every second passing by felt like an eternity. You kept on going to the bathroom only to break down in the cubicle. If this goes on any longer, you’d collapse for sure.

“Y/N! Let’s go to lunch!” Oikawa cheerfully said as he closed his textbook and kept it under his desk. You looked at him, “Okay.” Your short answer freaked him out a bit. That was the first thing you said to him on that day.

Oikawa didn’t realize you were walking slowly until he realized you had collapsed on the floor. The other students gasped in shock as they gathered around you to check on your condition.

The brunette gasped as he yelled for Iwaizumi’s name to ask for his help. Both of them ran to get you, who just collapsed on the floor.

“Can someone call the teacher?” Iwaizumi asked one of the students there to go and get help. Iwaizumi checked on your pulse, making sure it’s still beating. Fuck. His mind was about to explode from all the possibilities.

Oikawa rested your head in his lap. Not long after, the teacher came and brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Iwaizumi was with you the entire ride to the hospital. He couldn’t keep himself patient. A million thoughts were running in his mind.

You heard people whispering around you the moment you opened your eyes. You looked around you and found your mother, your teacher and... Iwaizumi? It’s him, right? You weren’t mistaken. His sharp jawline and raven hair. No one else looks as gorgeous as him.

Wait. That’s not right to be thinking of it this time.

Iwaizumi glanced over at you and noticed you’re already awake. “Doctor, she’s awake!” he immediately told the doctor in front of him.

The doctor rushed to get to you and checked on your condition. “She’s awake, professor”, the doctor informed your mother. Your mother let out a relieved sigh before she approached you on the hospital bed.

“Your friend told you that you collapsed at school today. What happened?” your mother asked. Not even an ounce of worry flowed in her tone. But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried when she got a call from the teacher informing her that you collapsed in school.

“I was sick. I guess,” you sarcastically replied. You kept your head hung low, not wanting to look at everyone in the eyes. Embarrassing, you thought. How weak and pathetic.

She went silent for a moment. It was entirely her fault for neglecting you yesterday. The truth is, she just didn’t know how to comfort you the way your late father had always comforted you. And she was fine with you blaming her because she’s at fault.

The silence was deafening and Iwaizumi felt awkward being in the middle of this hospital room. He glanced over at you who returned an awkward glance.

Your mother didn’t say anything but ensured that you're okay before telling you that she had a minor surgery to perform on a patient. "I have surgery in 10 minutes. I have to go now. Take care, darling. I’ll come back to you when I’m done,” your mother said as she patted your head.

Before she left, she stopped in her tracks to look at your teacher and the man beside you, Iwaizumi.

"Thank you for coming here with her. I owe you a lot," your mother thanked Iwaizumi and your teacher. Your teacher then left to take care of school matters, leaving you under Iwaizumi's supervision.

He stood there and watched you with a stoic expression. Well, it’s not like you could read him anyway. Both of you exchanged stares as silence surrounded the hospital room.

“What are you doing here? You have practice, idiot!” you blurted out in half-murmurs. It’s not like you didn’t know about this man and his volleyball practices. He can easily get scouted as a professional volleyball player with his routine. Obviously you didn’t want him to waste his time keeping you company at the hospital.

You heard a scoff from the man that had you looking at him with a furrowed eyebrow. Iwaizumi locked eyes with you.

“Even when you’re sick, you’re still acting like a brat?” Iwaizumi shot you a look with an indecipherable expression.

His words silenced you. “I’m sorry. You have practice. You should get back to school, or else you’ll miss practice. I am being a considerate person, Iwa. I know how practices are important to you.”

Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders, “Oikawa said it’s fine. He wants to visit you this evening. After he arrives, I’ll leave with him.”

You didn’t know how to respond other than asking them to not mind you. So, you gave him a slow nod, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Do you need anything to eat? I’ll go and buy it for you,” Iwaizumi offered. He still remembered how he reacted when the doctor said you collapsed because of dehydration and lacked nutrients. In reality, you starved yourself for the past two days and hid alone in your bed.

“Never mind. It’s useless asking you, anyway. I’ll just go buy whatever that will make you full,” Iwaizumi decided. He walked out of the door and went to the convenience store in the hospital. You didn’t get to say a word so you watched him leave.

Iwaizumi came back with food and even fruits in his hands. “I just bought whatever is left. So, eat this for now. I think the nurse will come back with a meal later. Have this for now.”

The plastic bag was then shoved into your hands but Iwaizumi took it back and placed it on the table instead. He took out the food one by one so you could take a look and choose what you wanted to eat first.

You felt like he was scolding you instead of asking you to eat. Feeling dazed, you only stared at the food in front of you.

“I know for a fact that you would hate someone to feed you, or are you actually waiting for that?” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue as he sat on the chair beside your bed.

You scoffed, “I can eat by myself, Iwa.” You proceeded to take the microwaved rice with curry and fed yourself a spoonful of rice. You chew the tasteless food, only to pour it all out not long after.

You ran to the toilet in your room and poured everything you’ve eaten just now. Iwaizumi gasped. He ran after you to ensure you’re fine. He held your hair for you while you were puking in the toilet bowl. You sat beside the toilet bowl lifelessly. Your head was aching like crazy to the point you felt like the whole world was spinning at a rapid speed.

Iwaizumi could only stare at you. “What happened to you exactly?” Iwaizumi asked with a laid-back voice. He was concerned. He was just trying to look out for a friend. Well, he definitely knew something was wrong with you the moment you skipped school after yelling at him the other day.

You chuckled tiredly. Your energy was drained, leaving you with nothing. “I guess you can predict what happened to me, right?”

Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows. What did you mean? Though his suspicions might be right. He is rarely wrong. Instead, he gave you a reply of “I am not a mind reader. Spit it out.”

You tried to get back up, but your legs gave up on you. Iwaizumi helped you to get up and brought you back to your bed. He’s still waiting for your answer.

“I broke up with Semi, and it turned out he was cheating with your ex-girlfriend. What a funny world,” you chuckled. You looked outside the high rise window next to your bed with the view of skyscrapers.

“That’s all?” Iwaizumi questioned. You nodded weakly, expecting him to lecture you.

“Look, I know you loved him, but you have to take care of yourself too, you know. He doesn’t do you any good. It’s time for you to let that toxic relationship go to waste, Y/N,” Iwaizumi lectured you, but clearly you weren’t listening to what he said.

Iwaizumi tilted your face gently with his fingers. You weren’t even looking at him in the eyes as tears dropped on your face. “I’m sorry if I ever did anything wrong to you, Iwa”, you apologized.

“Why are you crying? Oh my goodness,” Iwaizumi panicked. He genuinely did not know what to do in this situation. Slowly, he brought your head to his warm body. “It’s unlike you to cry, tough girl”, his voice softened while patting your head gently.

You chuckled, your vision glistening with tears. Iwaizumi’s touch made you feel comfortable, something that you need at the moment.

“My mom didn’t even care about me. Sh-she just left..” you mumbled softly under your breath. Your tears weren't stopping spilling out from your tears duct.

“She's busy, right? You know that more than anyone,” Iwaizumi hummed. His voice was soothing that it made you smiled, but you made sure you kept it hidden from Iwaizumi himself. He’d tease you endlessly if he ever sees you smile because of what he said.

“Dumbass, you need to eat. Are you trying to get sick again? Come on, eat this,” Iwaizumi said as he pointed to the rice he bought for you just now. You let out a deep sigh as you stared at the rice with a blank expression. You had lost your appetite, to be frankly speaking.

You took another bite, making sure your stomach fully digest it. Iwaizumi on your side waited for you to eat your meal properly. You felt like you had hired a personal bodyguard with him staring down on you the entire time.

“Iwa, you don’t have to look at me like that”, you scoffed lightly at him while feeding yourself another bite of the rice.

“I was making sure you’re eating properly”, Iwaizumi exclaimed. He dragged the chair closer to you. You gave a side glance at him, “Stop!” you yelled with a giggle.

“Oh, is that a laugh I hear?” Iwaizumi teased you. You shook your head continuously, trying to deny it even though the hard smile on your face was evident.

“I was sure I heard you laughed”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just let out an annoyed sigh with rolled eyes at him. Both of you then looked at each other with a smile.

“Oikawa's gonna be here after school, by the way. He’s bringing Matsukawa and Makki along,” he informed you as he just got a message from Oikawa saying he’d drop by after school ends.

“Oh. You guys, you know... don’t have to visit me. You guys have practices after all,” you mumbled awkwardly while fidgeting with your fingers on top of the hospital's thin blanket.

Iwaizumi frowned at your sentence, “Our friend is sick, of course, we have to pay a visit. Don’t you think you would do the same thing too?" He crossed his arms while staring at you with an unreadable look. Whatever you said just now made him questioned if you really look at the four of them as friends.

You chuckled rigidly, “I’ve never had a real friend other than Yuuji, you know. That's why I was surprised seeing you guys here."

“Oh- Terushima, you meant? I’m sorry if my words offended you,” he apologized, realizing what he said earlier might come across as rude.

“Yeah, Yuuji is my only friend. He knows everything. Even if I’m stubborn, he still sticks with me. I owe him a lot,” you chattered, another tear dropped on your face. It’s just that you have gone through a lot, and it sickened you that nothing in your life ever worked out anymore.

“Do you want me to give him a call that you got admitted? I can do that for you,” Iwaizumi asked. He knew how important Yuuji is to you.

“I’ll tell him myself soon,” you smiled bitterly.

“How soon were you talking about?” Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows. It’s not like he doesn’t know how you are, generally.

You let out a soft sigh, “Truthfully, he’d nag if he knew I got admitted again.”

“What do you mean?” Iwaizumi asked. His expression showed that he didn’t get what you meant.

A nervous chuckle escaped your mouth. You were clueless about how to break it to him. “I’ve been admitted to hospital several times, to be honest. So, you know, he’ll nag the shit out of me if he knows this.”

You clearly saw his confused expression. Iwaizumi cleared his throat, “Of course he’d nag you, dumbass. Who wants to see their friend falls sick?”

“I know. I know that Iwa. It's just that... Nevermind. But, thank you so much for helping me today,” you thanked him again with a genuine smile this time.

Not long after, Oikawa, along with Makki and Matsukawa, arrived at your door with a bag of food. You smiled at them weakly, trying to give them a warm welcome.

“What happened, Y/N? I was shocked when the ambulance rushed you to the hospital,” Makki asked as he took a seat on the couch provided. You let out a soft sigh, “I was just stressed, and then I passed out. It happened before, so no worries.”

“That doesn’t convince me. Iwa-chan, what happened?” Oikawa appealed. He crossed his arms and looked at Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi glanced over at you, “Y/N starved herself. She said she forgot to eat.”

Matsukawa looked at you with a mischievous smile, “Y/N, you’re really something. How could you forget to eat unintentionally? What’s wrong?” His tone was hinting that he couldn’t believe such mistake could happen.

Ah, there you were, caught red-handed. You bit your lip, “I-um, I suffered a loss of a loved one, okay? So.. yeah.”

“Oh my, what happened?” Oikawa asked this time. He was genuinely concerned and he also thought you had lost someone you truly loved.

“Y/N broke up with her boyfriend”, Iwaizumi blurted at last. Oikawa looked at you in disbelief, “What? I thought someone passed away or something. That douchebag? God, Y/N, you deserve so much better!”

You scoffed at Oikawa's words, “I know. My best friend has been telling me that every time. Thank you for the gentle reminder, Oikawa. I appreciate it. Thanks for dropping by too. I truly appreciate all of you coming here today.”

"Stop with that nonsense, please. We are your friends. That's what friends should do the very least," Oikawa scoffed dramatically. His brown eyes landed on your weak figure. He knew how painful your breakup was. Oikawa was in your place once upon a time. "You have to let go of that relationship, Y/N. Trust me," Oikawa said.

Yeah, the same old thing. You know it but you just couldn’t do it. Being cheated on is the final straw and you have to let this relationship for your own good too. Moving on takes time but everything starts from zero. You are not sure how you are going to do it, but you know it definitely will take you somewhere.

“Your words of wisdom might convince me someday but I’ll try. Thanks,” you gave him a bitter smile and Oikawa gave you the boyish grin that has all of his fan girls falling on their knees. Hopefully they will not come after you.

Iwaizumi gave his friends a once over, “She’s back.”

All of them burst into laughter after Iwaizumi said that, insinuating your sarcasm was the indicator of you coming back. You swatted him on the arm and he ruffled your hair messily.

“You’ll pay for that, Iwa,” you threatened him with a glare.

“Gladly looking forward to it,” he said with a glint of mischievous in his eyes, along with the stupid grin you wanted to wipe from his face.

Funny enough, your stupid heart decided to flutter at his remarks. Well, looks like you have another trouble to look out for.

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Birthday Blues

Chuck Taylor X fem reader Main Masterlist

Summary: With Best Friend’s spitting up Chuck finds himself alone on his birthday, or so he thinks.

An: You know I had to write a little something something for his special day

This morning I woke up with dozens of text messages from friends and family wishing me a happy birthday. But no matter how many texts I got they didn’t make up for the fact my ‘best friend’ didn’t wish me a happy birthday. Trent and I had been friends forever. We grew up in the industry together, we did everything together. He was my best friend! I don’t know what got into Trent recently but I didn’t like it. I didn’t understand the reason for his actions. Sure neither of us has held gold in quite some time but we should be happy for our friends. Kris and Orange were doing amazing things, we should be celebrating with them not wishing for their downfall.

It didn’t even feel like my birthday, all I wanted to do was rot in my hotel room. Last night Trent gave me an ultimatum. It was him or Orange. How could I pick between the two of them? Sure I’ve known Trent for longer and the two of us shared so much more but no way I would pick between my two best friends! I ignored all of Kris and Orange’s calls and texts. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I wanted to be alone. I was never one for birthdays, I never felt worthy of the celebrations. Why should you all be celebrating me? I’m not special. I didn’t mind spending my birthday alone. In fact, I preferred it over spending it with my family. Every time I went back home everyone would ask about my dating life. Are you seeing anyone Chucky? When are you going to settle down? Your time is running up to have children, let me set you up with a nice girl Chuck. I wanted to pull my hair out at the comments.

I didn’t want to date anyone. I hadn’t been in love for a long time. Even when I was of course I fucked it all up. I was okay with being alone. Just as I was busy sulking in my hotel room I heard someone aggressively knocking on my door. I yelled at them to go away but instead, they began knocking even louder. I flung open the door ready to scream at whoever was on the other side but stopped right in my tracks when I saw who it was. It was Y/n. I hadn’t seen her in years.

“A little clementine told me you wanted to spend your birthday alone,” Said Y/n. As much as I was mad Orange somehow got my ex-girlfriend to pull me out of my depressive state I was also happy to see Y/n again. “Tell me Chuck, what’s got you so blue?” Y/n asked as she let herself into my hotel room. “I just don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to pick between my best friends? I don’t want to choose between them!” I confessed. “I know you are under a lot of stress right now Chuck. I get it, I do but that doesn’t mean you should spend your birthday feeling sorry for yourself. Birthdays are supposed to be fun! It’s the one day you can put yourself first and no one can say anything about it” Y/n had a point, all of this was making me look more pathetic. Trent said it himself, I was weak. “How about you and I go out for the day? We can do whatever you like Chuck. There are lots of things to do in the city! It’s your day to be spoiled!” Just before I could protest Y/n cut me off “Before you say anything yes Chuck you do deserve this. No Chuck, you are not pathetic. You have to stop being so hard on yourself Chucky, you deserve nothing but the best. I wish you could have seen that when we were together” Her words left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. As much as I appreciated her praise it reminded me of when the two of us used to date years ago. Y/n ended up breaking up with me due to my lack of self-confidence. I know that sounded stupid but it was a real thing. I was constantly shitting on myself, I was always so down. I’m sure that’s difficult to be around.

I ended up caving and took Y/n’s offer to spend the day celebrating myself. However, I didn’t expect her to say this. “We can do anything you want today Chuck, who knows maybe I’ll stay the night” Best birthday ever!

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 *4*

Hi my sweet babies <3 thank you for being patient with me as, I love and appreciate you all deeply, wishing you the very best week filled with love, joy, and laughter!!! This is me trying to write shorter chapters so I can upload more frequently for DTF, also my first time writing G!P, so sorry if it's ass, but I also took a more emotional approach. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, please consider reblogging, following, and commenting! Thank you all for your constant love and support! J <33

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Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (G!P), angst, swearing.

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

*though my fics have real people, my fics are just for entertainment and far from reality*

FYI: JENNA IS G!P IN THIS FIC!!

Kiss me.

And so, you did, nothing was holding you back, not doubt, not the dulling pain that ever so slightly ached throughout your body, not fear and most definitely not the feelings you’ve been denying and shadowing away to mask the truth. Your lips fight for dominance, but the way Jenna’s lips and tongue swayed and worked around yours resulted in her, to no one’s surprise, taking the lead. Small moans escape your lips every time your lips reach the motion of pulling apart and then diving back into each other’s pleasure again.

Maybe it wasn’t the right choice, maybe you should have let her leave, but the overwhelming emotion of attraction, lust, and love? was stronger than your self-control, Jenna let out a low groan as you wrap your arms around her neck, your body dancing with heat as your curves sway onto hers, her hands making its way on your waist and though no feelings have been confessed or set in stone, the way she gripped your waist, it was clear she had made her claim on you.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you want.” Jenna asks, concerned, as you let out a stinging groan, but you ignore her question, your continuous kissing as if she was going to disappear the next second. “Y/n?” She pulls away, still grabbing your waist as her rich iris’ meet yours.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassure he quickly, trying to meet her lips again but she pulls her head back and raises an eyebrow at you.

“That groan makes it seem like you’re not.”

“I am, really, my wounds are bruising, I’m fine.”

“But y/n-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You say with such force, the fire in Jenna grows ever stronger and hotter, she doesn’t question you after that, just simply obeying, crashing her lips onto yours, your waist pulls onto hers as she brings you closer, feeling ever burning heat and the growing bulge surfacing from suit pants. Jenna lets out a low moan as you accidentally brush upon her boner, making you giggle a bit when you broke apart from the kiss as you gasp for air.

Her surprisingly warm fingers run tracks from your waist to under your shirt as she grabs onto the hook of your bra, undoing the support it has on your boobs, the relief felt magical, the tightness of the material was suffocating your chest and the release had your muscles and shoulders relax.

As your bra straps hang on your shoulders, you ultimately decide just to shove it off, you pull away from your lady, seeing her little pout makes you want to take in all of her even more, you undress your bra fully and throw it over Jenna’s neck and drag her back to your lips that scream her name. Using her strength to her advantage, she scoops you up allowing your legs to rest around her waist, letting go of your lips, she dives onto your neck, sucking in the sweetness you excrete, releasing moans the heavens could hear.

The ambience of her penthouse was always dark, it matched her cold personality that she always displayed, very rarely would it know the true meaning of warm, and no heater could radiate it. But you were the sun and only when you stepped foot into her penthouse, did her her house start to welcome the idea of home, of warmth. You are the sun, and she is the moon. You are her sun, and she is your moon.

“I want you.” She breathes out, just before releasing you onto her bed.

“I know.”

“If you don’t want to continue this, I can stop, I’ll leave you to rest.” Because of the way she was carrying you, you were taller than her, though you were already taller than the small girl in the first place. You stare into the eyes that hold so many secrets, so many stories.

“I want you too.”

That’s all she needed to hear, she was back on your lips, engraving her name onto it, pushing you softly off her and laying you down onto her silk sheets. As you lay, having your elbows prop you up, waiting for her to take in all of you, your lust growing hungrier by the second, you lock your eyes on her, following her gaze, realising that her gaze was set all over your body, her gaze was almost, soft?

That same pining gaze she set on you at the mall, and though you didn’t know this, but she had that same gaze locked on you when she first laid eyes on you, the same gaze she had on whilst you stared out into the city, this gaze belongs to you.

“Jenna?”

Jenna was used to sex, it wasn’t shameful to her, it was art, but usually it’d mean nothing to her, just pleasure, pleasure over matter. Every girl she had on her bed meant nothing to her, they were just sex. But now she has you, she has you on her bed and everything changes, every neural connection in her brain changes, the way her heart beat, it changes, there was angst setting in, isn’t this what she wanted in the first place? To have you in her bed, to be in you? Now that she has you, she thought to herself, maybe you’re more than just sex.

“You’re beautiful.” Was all she could say, it’s all she needed to say. The compliment made you smile, your smile lines connected to your ears, it doesn’t matter what happens next, as long as you were with her, you’d be so content, and her, at peace.

Jenna runs her fingers from your neck all the way down to the seam lines at the bottom of your shirt, as she removes it, her eyes find your boobs and she wasn’t shy to dig in, leaving her mark on your right boob, sucking in your skin, both of you found pleasure in each other. All the moans that left your mouth fed the worm in her brain, the same worm that makes songs stuck in your head, except this time instead of a song, it’ll be your moans.

As your hands were free, you find your way to her pants, undoing the button and zip, as her pants start sliding down, your legs finish the work now she was on you with just her underwear on along with her clothed top half. Pulling away from you, she starts undoing the buttons on her top, but she was taking too long so you sat up and helped her, attacking her mouth whilst your fingers were busy with each button, each button worth more than you could ever know.

Once the two of you had completely nothing on, she was on top of you, attacking your other boob as one hand starts making its way to your pussy and every inch, she gets closer was another gasp leaving your mouth, moans escape her mouth every time she took a breath of air. Reaching the heat of your pussy, she laughs at your wetness, knowing she was the cause of this.

Jenna sticks her middle and ring finger in, making you gasp louder than you have before, making her let go of your nipple and laugh. As she starts curling her fingers, hooking in and out, your moans get louder, this is the part where you start thanking your stars that no one would be able to hear you, but you were moaning so loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire bay area heard you.

Too lost in pleasure, you scratch her back with one hand, making your mark on her, as she left her marks on yours and with your other hand, you try to grip the sheets, but the silk material made it hard to steady yourself. Finished with your boobs, Jenna kneels in between your legs, pulling her fingers out making you groan in frustration, you didn’t want her to stop.

“Awww, does pretty girl want me in her?” She strikes your neck, wrapping her slender fingers around it, softly tightening her grip, not enough to a point where you couldn’t breathe but enough that pleasure coursing through your veins and you could only communicate by nodding your head. Seeing you and your messes, she kisses your forehead and with such fire in her eyes, she inserts herself into you, all seven inches of her.

All seven inches of her girthy, cut, throbbing dick, in you. The gasp you let out earlier doesn’t compare to the gasp that escaped your lips now, both your voices aligned, your gasps cutting the sound barriers.

“Fuck.” You breath out as she positions your legs further away from each other, holding onto the top of your thigh, not breaking eye contact with you. You were already flustered from the whole situation but the fact she hadn’t broken eye contact yet ignited a different fire in you, the one that doesn’t run on lust.

“God, you feel so good, y/n, so wet and so tight.” Jenna praises, you try your best to say something back, but you were too lost in your senses, too lost in pleasure as she thrusts in and out of you, making your wetness spread down your thigh. You bring your wrist to your mouth and start biting down, a perfect indentation of your teeth would stay on.

“Nope, come on b, if you’re gonna bite something, you bite me, do you hear me?”

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, but you finally muster up enough strength to reply back, “yes ma’am.”

Though she was ploughing into you hard, her neck stayed stable enough close to your head, so you take advantage of it, biting down on her neck, leaving a mark different to the ones she left on you, you left your teeth mark, and she was obsessed. She was drunk, pussy drunk, drunk on you.

“Are you going to cum for me, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes, please.” Now having both your hands gripping her back, leaving more red lines as you scratch down, marking your territory as she marked hers.

“Mhmhm, yeah?” She starts fucking you even harder, even faster, with more passion and fire, you could cum in the next second, “you don’t get to cum until I do.”

Letting out a groan of disapproval, she laughs at your desperation, your orgasm was building up and you doubted the power of holding it in, but luckily your pussy had power, your pussy had Jenna in a trance, she was bound to be close to cumming to.

“Jenna, please, please let me cum.” You beg.

“Begging? Don’t be pathetic, pretty lady.” She bites. She’s now fucking you at the speed of light, pounding harder than any hammer could, you couldn’t do it, no matter how hard you tried, she’s fucking you with such passion, the definition of pleasure became you.

“FUCK.” Both of you yell in unison, indicating to each other that you two were one good thrust away from cumming, maybe you shouldn’t let her cum inside you, but you were on the pill and plan b exists, and you craved her filling you up.

“Are you ready, b?” She barely gets out as her mind is too far gone.

“Y-yes, Jenna, yes.” You lock eyes with her once more, but you could tell your eyes and hers were trying so hard not to roll itself back, she’s back crashing her lips on yours, adding to the pleasure of your walls tightening around her and her dick ripping you open.

“I’m gonna.”

“Me too.”

“I’m gonna.”

Cum. Both of you scream out each other’s names as she releases herself into you, and though women don’t cum the same way as men do, your cum encases her dick, wrapping it like a blanket. You two let go of each other’s lips, letting out deep and slow breaths as you two try to collect yourself. Jenna collapses beside you, putting her arm around you, bringing you in to neck, which you gladly leave soft kisses on, making her smile.

“Come on, pretty lady, let’s go take a bath together.”

Once you two were back in bed, dry, clean, and comfortable, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as Jenna traces love hearts on the back of your neck, as she plants one last kiss on your forehead, your eyes close, not knowing you had fallen asleep as in your dreams, it was you and Jenna, swimming with dolphins? It felt so real that even though you were asleep, your subconscious made sure to remember go swimming with the dolphins with Jenna.

As you awoke, all the lust and tension from last night was gone, you turn to see Jenna snoozing away, you can’t help but smile. But that smile quickly fades as you remember what you two did. The one rule you secretly told yourself from the get-go was to not hook up with the infamous mafia leader, but you have no idea what possessed you last night, yes it felt good, God, it felt so good.

You shake your head, hoping it’d knock some sense into you, seeing her so calm, so innocent, just another sleeping lady, it enthuses calmness in you, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to make you stay. You take a deep breath, collect yourself and your things, and quietly left the room, cringing a bit when your bruises and muscles started aching, making it harder to leave without making a noise.

Before you press the button to call the elevator, you stop in your tracks, and rewind, not to hop back into her arms but to leave Jenna a note, you owe her at least that. Last night finished with Jenna in heat but today, she’ll wake up cold.

What are you running away from? Who are you running away from?

a/n: i was listening to daniel caesar, fine line and phoebe bridgers whilst writing this also why was the smut more emotional than it’s supposed to be????? hehe decided to input a bit of maple's drabble request here, and i will be writing that drabble soon!!! <3

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Interview with Roger on The Irish Stew Podcast!

In this clip Roger discusses who his inspiration was for Arthur Morgan and how other actors helped him define Arthur's personality.

Transcript:

JOHN LEE (Host): But let’s talk about the character. People love this character! You’re reading the comments online: Arthur Morgan, your character, where did he come from? and what animal were you personifying when you came up with how you handled Arthur Morgan?

ROGER: Yeah, when I was.. the five years I was working on Red Dead I was hoping, you know, if this sells as much as Red Dead Redemption, the original, that I would be a very happy man, and we achieved that, we achieved that, and I'm very grateful for it. But the reception that I've got here was unanticipated, I'll be the first to admit. I've had generations of families come up to me saying, you know “I-.. I don't often go for these video games, but I heard my grandson shouting, and I just peeked my head in through the door and well now, I'm level 76 online and I've beaten it more times than my son, and I just think you're fantastic” my father used to scream at me to get off the thing, you know, I often think if he could see me now he probably have a good old chuckle about it, but it really has.. it's a real privilege to be able to have such an appreciative and large audience for something that you've done, and I still pinch myself up and down both arms now, so and I'm very, very grateful.

JOHN LEE: I think they're interacting with you in a way that you don't get to interact when you're at a play or you're at the movies, and then you know, they chime in with their own fan fiction and they're…

ROGER: We're both Arthur in a way. I was the blueprint, but when they play that game they are responsible for his behavior, they are responsible for his actions, so and you're with Arthur, and typically-.. on a typical playthrough, if you're doing the whole story, it's close to 30 hours, so you really do feel like part of this, this happens to me when I play games, you know, you really do have an attachment to that character far faster and in a far different way than you would your favorite character on a TV show, because then in TV and film we are we're an audience you know, whereas in gaming, we are willful participants in the narrative, we can be rich, we affect what happens, and that empowers us as an audience and I think in many ways when it when gaming is done right, it immerses us even more, so yeah I can't believe it.

JOHN LEE: Could you slip into character for a moment and uh….

ROGER: (as Arthur): “Shoah yeah, yeah I do. I'm wishing so many people happy birthday every day, I'm talking into my phone wishing these cowpokes a happy birthday, and screaming out “Lenny!” and giving the odd cough (Roger coughs), sorry about, that it's just a little tickle in my throat. No, I'm fine really, I'm honestly fine.”

(Back to himself): It's crazy, it's absolutely crazy. When I was creating Arthur I was doing Shakespeare off-Broadway, when I was auditioning for it, and my dresser was this fellow, from… where was he from in Arizona? I forget the town now. And he was from a small town in Arizona and he helped me with the cowboy accent, and a bit of southern did creep-in into his voice after that, but I didn't go for an animal with Arthur, I knew they-.. my first audition they asked me to wear cowboy boots, they didn't say what it was for, but they asked me to wear cowboy boots and to come in with a cowboy accent, so I did that. But my main.. I've had three main inspirations for Arthur, one of them was Rob Wiethoff, who played the lead protagonist of Red Dead Redemption, a character by the name of John Marston. And what Rob taught me was, don't try and do what he did, because that would have been a futile exercise, you gotta do your own thing because John Marston is well adored all by his lonesome. And then there's a bit of John Wayne in Arthur, I grew up preferring Clint Eastwood, but Clint Eastwood's a little too stoic for Arthur, you know, and John Wayne had a very dry wit, and a dry sense of humor that often and I think that's up into that seeped into Arthur.

And another actor who I really took a huge inspiration from was this Japanese fellow called Toshiro Mifune, who did a lot of Kurosawa movies, and you know, he was the lead in Seven Samurai, and Yojimbo, and Sanjuro, the two movies themselves which eventually got twisted into westerns, so he often-.. he played this amazing-.. he would often play this ronin samurai, or the wandering samurai, that he had he could be terrifying one second, hilarious the next, and he kind of had this very relaxed, very stoic demeanor, and I would say Toshiro Mufune was a huge influence for Arthur.

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My review of the Tokyo Ghoul live action movie!

First off, I won't be reviewing based off the CGI, props, etc. I don't know enough about practical effects or that area to make any proper judgement regarding it.

Secondly, this is my opinion. In no way am I trying to make fun of the actors, CGI, storymakers, etc. I just have autism and will be commenting about what I did and did not like about the live action.

Here is what I LOVED:

The casting was perfect in my opinion. I was pretty much like "yeah wow that's the character if they were real" for every single character

The acting was pretty good! I wasn't expecting it to be as satisfying as it ended up being.

THE FIGHT BETWEEN AMON AND KANEKI AT THE END WAS SO GOOD 🙏 THEY ATE, DEVOURED, AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

Touka and Mado's fight was so well done! It was the perfect balance of emotion and action! I love that they didn't back down from Mado being batshit crazy and that they didn't make him hesitant to kill anyone! It felt like they stayed really true to the characters in that aspect!

THE RELIGIOUS IMAGERY??? OMFG I LOVED IT SOSO MUCH!! When Kaneki pierces Amon and leaves him looking like he's been crucified??? Wow. Amazing, stunning, never been done before. Mado calling Touka a sinner??? Amazing, stunning, never been done before.

Renji, Touka, Kaneki, and Hinami walking through the creek made me tear up omfg they are FAMILY.

What I Liked/Appreciated for What It Was:

The storyline was decent. I know they have to set it up and stuff but I REALLY wish we could have seen the final arcs, Jason, Shuu, etc. I am also biased because those are my favourites to analyze BUT I also understand that it's a movie that is trying to fit a large amount of content into a small amount of time.

I felt like Kaneki's character growth/development was rushed BUT towards the end where he's laughing over Amon's body and then sees himself in the puddle, WOW what a scene. Even still Kaneki's development was rushed but it felt like they were wanting a second movie.

The ending was. Okay enough. I wish Hide and Kaneki had seen each other again but like. I'm insane about their relationship anyways. AND THE WAY KANEKI LOOKS AT THE CHAIR. It was very good I appreciated the throwback and it came full circle.

What I Did Not Like At All:

Okay this isn't even the movie's fault but it being rated NC-17 makes no sense to me. I felt like it barely showed anything and it should've just been rated R. It is definitely an atypical horror movie but it is still horror.

Nishiki felt extremely cast aside. If they hadn't included that scene at all, nothing would have changed. They didn't make him as compelling as he was in the manga (again, it's a live action so I can't expect much) but he was very much a forgettable aspect of the movie despite him looking so babygirl.

I miss the talk that Hinami and her mom had before she died. It felt so short and wasn't well done in my opinion.

It felt bound to the anime (which we all know is better if you have read the manga and can actually understand wtf is going on) which is not an inherently bad thing but there should definitely have been more explanation for the character motives.

Anyways thank you for reading if you made it this far into my ramble and autistic rant. Thank you to my wonderful moot for getting me the link to the movie 🙏

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draguta · 1 year

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.fairytale of new york | ten.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 2295

warnings: age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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The drive home to Elmdale was long, much too long. The traffic heading out of the city was relentless, drawing the drive out even longer, meaning that you simply had more time in your own head, more time to ponder over what had happened, and mourn the loss of Bucky.

Yelena, who had taken Bucky's place on your trip, tried to keep you entertained during the drive, having chosen to take the wheel so that you could relax, singing off-key to every song that came on shuffle and regaling you with stories of her party antics, but it didn't work, as much as you wished it would. Your mind kept wandering to Bucky, to the girl - Dot - in his kitchen, and to the look of guilt on his face.

When the pair of you finally arrived outside your parents house you immediately rushed to your childhood bedroom and closed the door, barely even saying 'hello' to your family, leaving Yelena to fend for herself.

A week passed by quickly, and Christmas approached. Your family kept trying to drag you into family activities, hoping to cheer you up.

"Why don't you come to the Christmas Market with me?" Your mum would ask.

"Or maybe we could take the dog for a walk?" Your dad would suggest.

"Christmas movie marathon?" Was your older brother's proposal.

You always went with them and joined in, not wanting to upset them during the holidays, but your heart wasn't really in it, and it was clear that they knew that. You hadn't told them what had happened, you didn't even tell Yelena until the night before Christmas Eve.

She had come into you room where you were sat in bed, watching a crappy Christmas movie on Netflix, although you hadn't really been paying attention, your mind focused on the last conversation that you'd had with Bucky.

"So, are you planning to tell me what's going on?" She asked from the doorway, ripping your thoughts away and bringing you back to reality. When you didn't immediately answer she moved to position herself in your bed beside you, pulling the covers up to keep her warm. "What happened between you and Professor Barnes?"

In all honesty, you were embarrassed, ashamed that you had ever let yourself fall into that trap in the first place. But as Yelena pushed, begging you to tell her, you finally let it spill from your lips.

Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, letting out everything that you had been holding to yourself for the past week. Her expression was that of shock and sympathy as you continued to tell the story, even letting slip that you had brought his present with you because for a second, when you had been getting ready to leave the next day, you had completely forgotten what had happened, until it hit you again as soon as you sat down in the car.

"I'm so sorry," was all Yelena could say, and you shrugged, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"You know the stupidest part?" You continued. "I actually thought that this was the one that was going to last. That this was real, that I was important to him. I guess not."

You choked back a sob, but as soon as Yelena wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, you began to weep, unable to hold it back any longer. The pair of you sat like that for most of the night, your head resting on her shoulder, until you both finally fell asleep.

Christmas Eve was usually your favourite time of year; the anticipation, the festivities, the magical feeling of knowing that Christmas was only one sleep away. But you didn't feel very festive that year. You curled up on the sofa, your family and Yelena long asleep already. You held a cup of tea in your hands to warm them from the cold, the fire blazing in the hearth. The lights were turned off, but the golden glow from the Christmas tree in the corner was enough to light the room as you sat there, absentmindedly watching 'Elf', waiting for the moment that sleep would take over and you'd finally be able to head to bed.

You took a sip of your tea, glancing out of the window at the snowy landscape. Elmdale may be a small town with not much going on, but during winter time it was truly beautiful. The moon was bright in the sky, an almost unhindered view of the stars visible to you even through the window. The orange beams of the street lamps shone down onto the country road outside, bouncing off the sheet of thick white snow that had fallen throughout the day, illuminating the figure that stood on the other side of the street.

You froze, sitting up in your seat to get a better look at the figure. They were looking directly through the window, straight at you, and as they took a step forward into the light, you were able to make out the features of their face.

Within a second you were on your feet, rushing out into the snow, your slippers doing little to keep your feet warm in the snow, the thin jumper that fell to you mid-thigh barely protecting you from the cold.

"Y/N."

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" You asked when you finally reached him, looking up at him. His blue eyes twinkled in the street lamp - he looked tired, almost as tired as you knew you also looked.

"I-I couldn't go another day without seeing you," he said quietly. "Without explaining."

You sighed, shaking your head as you brought your arms to wrap around your body. "I think it's too late for that Bucky."

"Please." It sounded almost like a beg, as if he were pleading for you to just listen to him, even for a second. Slowly you nodded, looking up at him again as he prepared himself to explain. "I didn't sleep with Dot."

Your heart hurt at the sound of her name, at the memory of her looking you up and down as she introduced herself as if she were judging every inch of you, of finding out that Bucky had told her about you.

"I swear I didn't," he continued, running a hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign that he was stressed. "She's an old hook-up, someone that I used to see whenever she was in town. She showed up at my door, soaked through from the snow. I gave her a dry shirt to wear and a drink to warm her up, and as soon as she was changed and feeling better, I explained that it wouldn't happen this time because of you. She completely understood, and had already booked a hotel and called an Uber when you arrived. Nothing happened, Dot means nothing to me, not like you do."

You paused, squinting your eyes slightly in surprise. You wanted to trust him, you really did, but you couldn't be certain, after everything that had taken place, that he was telling the truth.

"I told her all about you, how amazing you are," he kept going. "I told her that I didn't want anyone else but you. How I've already applied for a position at NYU so that we can be together, because you're more important than anythin-"

"You applied to transfer to NYU?" You interrupted, astonished.

"Yes," Bucky smiled. "And I got accepted. I start after winter break."

"Y-You did that for me?" You couldn't quite wrap your head around it, that he would give up his position at SHIELD Institute for you.

"Of course I did," he replied, placing his hands on your elbows, pulling you closer slightly. "I would do anything for you. I love you."

You felt as if you could cry once again, but this time for a completely different reason. He had said the three words that you had been waiting, hoping, to hear. You couldn't stop yourself from reaching up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and planting a kiss to his lips. He melted into the kiss, melted into you, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist.

"I love you too," you said with a smile as you pulled away. It was him that instigated the kiss this time, smiling against your lips happily. When the pair of you were suitably out of breath, you parted, and Bucky reached down, bringing your hands into his.

"You're so cold, doll," he said, planting a warming kiss to your knuckles. He quickly removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders, before you reached for his hand again, guiding him to your home.

"What's going on?" Your dad's voice sounded from the top of the stairs as you and Bucky made your way inside, closing the door behind you. "Who the hell is this?"

You beamed up at your parents, who stood on the top step of the staircase, your brother hovering behind them, Yelena leaning against the wall with a smile, all of them looking down at you and Bucky. You chuckled, glancing at Bucky before looking back at your parents.

"This is Bucky," you said with a smile. "My boyfriend."

Your family quickly rushed down the stairs, bustling you and Bucky into the kitchen and seating you at the dining table. Your mum whipped up a mug of hot chocolate for everyone, and the whole family, plus Yelena, crowded around the table. They fell into conversation easily, as they always did, asking how you and Bucky had met, to which you replied in a bar, and your dad had warned you against dating drinkers. Thankfully, Bucky knew that he was joking, and had laughed aloud with the rest of your family, squeezing your hand under the table.

Not long after they began throwing questions in Bucky's direction. For a second worry grew in the pit of your stomach - what if they didn't like him? What if he accidentally let slip that he was your teacher? But Bucky answered every question with ease, almost as if it were natural to him.

"Where are you from Bucky?" You mum asked, leaning forward in her seat towards him.

"New York born and bred," Bucky explained, taking a sip of his drink. "Besides college in DC, I've always lived in New York."

"And what do you do now?" Your dad asked, raising a brow at him. Bucky threw a concerned glance to you, but quickly recovered.

"I work in the education sector," he said with a flash of his charming smile, pushing his glasses up his nose just slightly.

"Ah good!" You dad beamed. "A very respectable job."

"Did you know that you're the first guy that Y/N's ever brought home?" Your brother piped up, motioning to you. Bucky frowned, looking at you with a smirk.

"Is that so?" He chuckled, and you could feel the blush rising on your cheeks.

An hour or so later everyone retreated back to bed due to the late hour, but you and Bucky decided to stay. You watched your family make their way upstairs and caught, for a second, as your mum leaned in to talk to Yelena.

"He's cute," she said with a smile, glancing back over her shoulder, causing Yelena to laugh.

"That is right," she chuckled, throwing a wink at you. "You could even say he is a hotty."

You chuckled, finally cuddling up on the couch with Bucky and watching the end of the movie that you had been watching when he had arrived.

"Your family is nice," Bucky said finally, his fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on your shoulder as you snuggled closer to his chest.

"I think they like you," you smiled up at him, the movie quickly forgotten. "They like people that they can joke around with."

"Is it true that I'm the first guy you've ever brought home?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You giggled slightly, glad to finally be back to normal with him, as if everything had fallen into place exactly, no cracks, no seams, just perfection.

"That is true," you laughed.

"And why is that?" He chuckled, but you simply shrugged.

"No one else was ever important enough."

Bucky beamed.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Bucky said, sitting up and leaning down to reach into his bag. "I got you a present."

You jumped to your feet quickly. "So did I, wait here."

You rushed up to your room, rooting through your suitcase until you found the little wrapped book, running back down to the living room and falling into the couch beside him. With a smile you exchanged presents with him.

Your fingers slid under the wrapping paper of his gift to you, pulling it open gently. As you removed the paper, you turned the gift over in your hand, recognizing immediately the same sky-blue leather and hand-painted gold borders. You looked up, catching his eye, and the pair of you fell into a fit of laughter. You had bought each other the exact same book.

You hand trailed over the hand-painted golden lettering on the front cover.

A complete history of Halley's Comet.

"Let me guess," Bucky chuckled. "Cogito Books?"

"Exactly," you laughed in response. You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

From the corner of your eye you saw a tag attached to the wrapping paper that you had just ripped away. You picked it up, plucking the tag from the paper and opening it to read the words written in his scrawl.

To Y/N, My Everything. Merry Christmas. Love, your Professor, Bucky.

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As I Lay Dying

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

Summary: Another day, another flower added to my grave, but I still love him just the same.

Warnings: angst, pining, unrequited love, Hanahaki Disease, implied character death

A/N: Short and bittersweet. Written in 1st person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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I wish I could tell him how much he meant to me. Confess what I held so close to my chest. How much I lived for his smile. How every time our eyes met my world stopped. How much it pained me that he always looked away first, shame marring his perfect face. How our almost kiss still made my lips tingle. How life seemed pointless without him around.

How I'd get down on my knees to beg him to come back.

He was like the stars, to be adored, but never touched. Maybe if I'd only tried harder. If I kept reaching, raising my hands to the sky and hoping. Dreaming. Stretching myself into an impossible shape just for the chance to see love in his eyes when he looked back at me.

It was a foolish wish. Each time he looked away, I was reminded of it. Of a love I could never voice. A yearning so great it manifested into something terrible, tangible… deadly.

I remember the first petal. We were hanging out with friends when he sat next to me, hand brushing against my own. He commented on how cold I was. Then he covered my hand with his warmer one. Leaving it there for what felt like hours, but were probably minutes. My soul soared to the cosmos… until he let go. Dropping me as soon as he saw her walk in.

Seeing them together made my heart tighten, my stomach twist and my lungs burn impossibly hot. I began coughing uncontrollably, excusing myself to the bathroom. Sucking water from the tap, trying to clear my airway. When the spasms stopped, I found a solitary petal in the sink. It had a deep purple hue, almost black in color. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I know now I should have.

It happened again, then again, and again. Each time there were more petals, until I began throwing up whole flowers. Most of which I didn't have a name for. The colors though; Midnight blue, indigo, amethyst, burgundy, crimson, onyx. Always different, always dark. Rich and remarkable.

There was a name for this; Hanahaki Disease. A condition that took one of the worst feelings in the world and made it equally gentle and violent. Added beauty to the pain. Yes it will kill you, but look at the pretty flowers. Look what love creates even when it isn't returned. A miracle and a tragedy rolled into one. Yeah, I guess that summed up love pretty well.

I feel the hot trail of tears slide down my face as another wave of coughing hits, expelling a large flower into my hand. Even with blood staining it, I still find it beautiful. I treasured my destruction. Keeping each one so my room now overflowed with them.

I set down the blossom, resigned to my fate. I could try to save myself. Get to the hospital and have them rip it out by the roots. Suck out the poison. Erase this devastating love.

No!

I could never do that. I'd rather spend my last moments thinking about him. Letting this love choke the life out of me. My body would be found surrounded with the gorgeous blooms. Their perfume masking my decay. A heartbreakingly perfect garden.

Would he finally see me?

Would he know it was for him?

Would he care?

Or would he pluck a flower from my broken chest and give it to her?

My breath stutters, struggling for just a few more minutes. Living for the images in my head. Holding onto and replaying the memories that created every soft lethal petal.

I hope to be buried with them all. They are evidence my love was real. That there was a reason for all of this and it was beautiful.

More than anything, I hope he knows I never regretted a single moment.

He was worth it.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

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ghostlygeto · 2 years

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heyy~ can I please request prompt 7 from the meaningful gestures prompts with ukai keishin from haikyuu? like, maybe when he's analyzing a game/coming up with strategies for the team? thank youuu <3

yes you absolutely can<3 ty for the request. i did…deviate slightly from the req but i’d say it’s still good (hopefully)

pairing: ukai keishin x reader

warnings: fluff ! some little spoilers from s1 (nia if u read this it’s ur warning)

wc: 350

7. Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover's lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Then asking your lover to explain what's going on/what they're doing.

You could tell when Ukai was stressed, he always stayed up too late watching videos of past matches and practices. Tonight was one of those nights.

"Keishin, come to bed," You whined a little, wishing for the company of your beloved companion, "It's late,"

"I can't yet, y/n," Ukai responded, gesturing for you to come over and join him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer, but rather you just laid your head down on his lap. You were tired, but wanted to stay near him.

“Can you tell me about it?” You asked, eyes half open trying to focus on the screen. You knew this was the practice match against Aoba Johsai, this was one he came back to often. But you never really knew what was going on.

“Set three always gets me,” He sighed, “They’re much better than this now. This was one of our first practice matches and Aoba Johsai is a really good team. It’s crazy how Oikawa was able to see that Tsukishima is a weak receiver despite not having really seen him receive. The fact that he was able to read him so easily…” Ukai rubbed his chin and then sat back in his chair again. “We still won, but wow it was wild. And I mean, comparing it to when we played a real match against them. I love seeing our improvements, even if we did lose then.”

You tried your best to listen and take in his words, wanting to understand more about volleyball and the boys he spent most of his free time with. But honestly between fighting off the sleep and your lack of knowledge, you found it hard to understanding anything he was saying.

This wasn’t a secret to Ukai, he could see your eyelids closing and opening again five seconds later. He felt the way your breathing would change every time you almost fell asleep. He wasn’t upset by it, he admired your dedication to trying to stay up to listen to him.

“C’mon,” Ukai nudged you to sit up, then carried you to your shared bedroom. “Let’s go to sleep, yeah?”

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brekker-by-brekkerr · 2 years

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live reaction 3x08 part 1

Starting off strong with some Jetwen and Caswen content okay

Oh no Big Red this is so awkward oh my stars

Ricky hasn’t even read the whole show?? What the heck?? Like, I’ve been trying to give him somewhat of a pass because even though he doesn’t have as much responsibility as EJ, he has some responsibility as the lead, but the fact that he hasn’t even read the show…like I get they only have two weeks to perform it but the least you could do is take the time to read the whole script. This just goes to show how little everyone is doing in comparison to EJ and once again this is not fair at all. Especially since EJ and Ricky are the same age now you can’t even say EJ “deserves” it because he’s older (which is also such a fricked up thing to say in the first place)

Having Emmy (I think that’s her name) sing the beginning of this is real…I have no investment in this child she’s barely been in this season lol. Okay I think it somewhat makes sense but still

Ahh everyone looks so good in their costumes

Oh this is the first time we’ve seen Jet in his costume. I wonder if we’ll get to hear him sing Hans of the Southern Isles. I hope so but like I also hope we get to hear Monster and Dangerous to Dream and so many other songs from the musical, at least clips of them. That’s the thing about having original songs and camp rock songs and high school musical songs in one season; we barely get any from each which is sad. But we’re getting Kristoff’s Lullaby!! I’m excited

“Your boyfriend is adorable” “So’s Madison” oh we all see what’s happening here oh my stars

The funny thing about Channing making them do things differently than how they rehearsed is that’s exactly what Miss Jenn did with Beauty and the Beast

“Elton!!” every time someone calls him Elton I’m living for it

“You sure?” Ricky shut the frick up EJ is the one making everything happen so you’re not allowed to have opinions sorry

Ricky and Jet fist bump stars I wish they could have been explored (I know it was ever going to happen before someone comes at me they’re just a dearly loved crackship okay)

Gina!! The way she’s looking at EJ with so much concern like my heart’s breaking

NINI!!! MY LOVE YOU’RE BACK!!!!!!!

I know Nini has to leave bc Olivia’s leaving but I hate it and it’s sad because it doesn’t really make sense since we already saw her leave then realise her home is with the Wildcats

She’s not going to be at the campfire and it’s going to hurt so much

I really appreciate the “these things don’t go away in a night” comment because in a lot of shows like this they would. They would sing a song or be like wow I was brave! And then their mental health is great when that’s not really how it works

I just wish we got similar attention paid to EJ and his anxiety. The fact that he’s directing the show tonight and we don’t get to see how he’s doing or have conversations with him

Is Big Red about to reveal he’s gay

I LOVE that Kourtney is getting this screen time and actual care given to her story and this anxiety plotline is being handled SO WELL I love this. Kourtney <333333

NOOO Big Red what’s going on I really thought he was about to say “at the pizza shop I met a boy” or something not that his parents met at their age

Ah that was kind of sweet this is sad

Her going in for a hug instead of a kiss. “I’ve never been better” when she means at camp without him is like Nancy saying she was glad Jon wasn’t there

KOURTNEY!! She looks AMAZING AND SHE SOUNDS SO GOOD THIS IS HER MOMENT. Her voice fits this song SO WELL chills

The wildcat fam smiling at her backstage because they’re all like heck yeah that’s our talented sister we love her. Like the growth from season 1 when she had to go onstage last minute to now she’s one of the leads and she’s killing it I love her I love this

Channing you’re funny but go away go away don’t do anything to Kourt’s performance

CHANNING

Kourtney I’m going to cry this is so good the confidence like anyone would be shook by that interruption and by having to sing without music but especially when you’re already fighting your anxiety…I’m so proud of her

Nini proudly watching from the wings same girl

THANK YOU Gina. “Don’t get me started” yes yes yes I love her

Okay Jet he’s really getting into it

THE TRANSFORMATION

Kourtney is an icon okay

Gina and Ash hugging because that’s their sister I love this so much

“If anyone sees Channing, punch him.” I love you Maddox

Ricky’s face when he said “Nini’s here” literally broke me I want to throw up. They have such a strong connection and I was worried the show would just forget that like even just as friends like we’re talking childhood besties who GAVE EACH OTHER THEIR NICKNAMES stop im crying

If we don’t get a ricky and nini goodbye I will RIOT

NINI AND KOURT!! NINI SETTING UP THE ROOM FOR HER SHE’S SO SWEET I LOVE HER

This better not be their last goodbye I am EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE stop it

“We’re glad you came back” me as well

I love Ricky I love him getting pissed at Channing

The stage looks so pretty! KRISTOFF’S LULLABY I’M SO EXCITED AHH

EJ in the background looking depressed as all get out stop

PORTWELL LOOKING AT EACH OTHER ACROSS THE WINGS PLEASE STOP

I freaking love this song you don’t understand and JB is doing it so much justice it’s so good

EJ looking like he’s going to cry because Gina’s what he knows about love. stop it this is not allowed this should be illegal

Val is so pretty!!

He’s going to call his dad isn’t he

Thank you we’re getting someone supporting him and time spent on EJ thank you

My heart is breaking for EJ I fricking hate cash caswell

The break in his voice when he says “I’m proud of you EJ. How hard is that.” And Val’s encouraging nods I can’t I can’t I can’t

CASH CASWELL F*CKING HUNG UP ON HIM I HATE THIS MAN I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

EJ’s going to cry I’m going to cry

EJ has been through so much this season my heart hurts

THAT’S MY ANNA AND ELSA

The snow this moment is so pretty and magical

NO I knew she wouldn’t be there I’m going to cry

The fact that Ricky didn’t get a letter better mean she’s giving him a goodbye in person

NO WHY IS SHE LEAVING without even so much as a goodbye to Ricky

We’re talking best friends since they were babies why why can’t they at least get idk a fricking hug

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts 3 #high school musical the musical the series #high school musical the series #jetwen #portwell #nini salazar roberts #kourtney greene #ashlyn x maddox

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In the Wee Small Hours (A The Nanny Fic)

Title: In the Wee Small Hours Summary: A late night conversation reveals a softer side to C.C. Rating: G, for now. Might go up in later parts. Author’s Note: This came to me, and I decided to run with it. There will be more parts, yes.

I checked it through with Grammarly, so it sounds okay, tell me if it doesn’t 😘Feedback/likes are so appreciated. Will also be posted to AO3.

It wasn’t unusual for C.C. to stay at the mansion, sometimes the endless revisions to plays and productions ate up her time and it was too late to head back to her apartment which truthfully, she preferred, her apartment was so cold and sterile compared to the Sheffield’s home; it was warm, and the fridge was always stocked with goodies and alcohol, what more could a person want?

The house was quiet, the family has gone to be hours ago. In her early days of staying over, C.C. entertained the idea of sneaking into Maxwell’s bedroom and offering herself to him, but she could imagine how that would go down, rejection and never-ending ridicule from Niles if she failed. She wouldn’t be able to show her face again. Getting the ice cream out of the fridge she leaned on the counter, taking a few mouthfuls.

She heard soft footsteps come down the stairs and hoped that it wasn’t Nanny Fine, she did not want to put up with that woman right now. C.C. looked over, surprised to see that it was in fact Brighton coming down the stairs. She didn’t have a lot of contact with the children, she preferred it that way, but the boy looked unsettled, she supposed she could try talking to him.

“You’re up late. Everything all right?”

Brighton shrugged as he went to get a glass of milk, an important date was coming up that the rest of the family had either chosen to ignore or had forgotten about but not him, and it had been playing on his mind.

C.C. wondered what it was that had put him in such a melancholy mood, a test at school perhaps? Bullies? A girl? As she observed him, she couldn’t help but notice how much he resembled his mother; Maxwell often said as such about the girls, but C.C. thought it truer of him. She glanced over at the calendar and suddenly understood what was vexing him.

“Ah, Sara’s birthday.” She’d been too involved in work to notice the date was fast approaching. It wasn’t something the family celebrated; Maxwell always tried to distract the kids with some activity to do that day so they wouldn’t be sad and while it worked, C.C. could tell it wouldn’t this time.

“You were friends, right? You don’t talk about her.”

“Your father thought it would be easier for you and your sisters if we didn’t.” She took a seat next to Brighton. “But I miss her every day, I still expect her to be here when I walk in.” C.C. smiled sadly.

“When her birthday comes around, I try to do everything that we would have done together; get coffee, go to the theatre, come back and annoy Niles while he’s cooking.” She chuckled; that was one tradition she kept alive daily. “Then I go to the cemetery and place flowers on her grave.”

“Thank you,” Brighton answered, he hadn’t been to their mother’s grave in years, and it never felt like the right time to ask. It was nice to know that Miss Babcock kept the woman in her memory. “I just wish I remembered more about her,” Brighton said solemnly; his memory had gaps and while they had home videos, it wasn’t the same.

“You get your cocky attitude from her,” C.C. commented, while Maxwell would claim otherwise, C.C. knew that Sara was the real comedian; One time she had even suggested that Niles was in love with her, C.C. Babcock, the very idea. “And you have her smile.”

“Do you think I can come with you when you go to the cemetery? I just want to see her, I guess.” Brighton knew she wasn’t there, that it was just bones and a piece of stone that commemorated who his mother had been, but he wanted to visit.

“Perhaps if you decide to take a sudden interest in the theatre on that day, something can be arranged.” C.C. could always use a gopher and then let him walk in Sara’s footsteps.

“I can probably go to sleep now. Thanks, Miss Babcock.”

“Don’t tell anyone about this all right? I’ve got a reputation to protect.” It cannot be known that she was nice to a child, she would never work in this town again.

Brighton washed out his cup and put it in the dishwasher. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Brighton.” She smiled and went back to her ice cream.

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In another part of the house, Niles had been privy to the entire conversation having figured out long ago how to keep the kitchen intercom on, finding it helpful to keep him abreast of goings on. When he heard Miss Babcock address Brighton, he thought perhaps he should intervene should the witch try to cook him in the oven but something out of the ordinary happened; the ice queen ended up having a civil conversation with the boy, one where they had seemingly planned to celebrate the late Mrs Sheffield’s birthday together.

Niles had to wonder if the real Miss Babcock had been taken by pod people with a copy put in her place because there would be no way that she would willingly spend time with one of Maxwell’s children. He needed to find out what her angle was.

When he got to the kitchen, C.C. was rummaging through the fridge, Nile took a moment to take in her outfit; white silk pyjamas with a matching long robe, very different from what Miss Fine wore but classy, Niles expected no less. He moved quietly until he was behind her, then spoke. “What are you up to, witch?”

The voice was unexpected, and it caused C.C. to jump, almost dropping the cake she had retrieved from the fridge. She glared at Niles and put it over on the counter. “Eating cake? What, did you have a bad dream or something?”

“Mm yes, it was quite horrifying. I dreamt you were a decent person.”

C.C. smirked as she cut into the cake. “That doesn’t sound like me. What was I doing? Feeding the poor? Giving away my money?”

“Comforting a child.”

Her eyes snapped to Niles’, his words were too much of a coincidence for him to come up with such a thing on his own, he must have had the kitchen bugged or something.

it was a thrill watching the heiress so unnerved. “You put so much effort into pretending you don’t care but deep down you do have a heart. You even remembered Brighton’s name.”

Of course, C.C. knew Brighton’s name, she was his godmother after all, but it was one of those titles that had been lost over time due to Sara’s passing.

“You’ll be telling Mr Sheffield about your plans, yes? Should bring your brownie points up to one.” Not that he kept a chart, but Miss Babcock would have to put in extra effort if she was going to catch up to Miss Fine.

C.C. glared at him; did he really think her to be so shallow as to use her friend’s death to get in Maxwell’s good books? “Okay servant, what is your silence going to cost? Name your price.” C.C. regretted her words immediately, who knew what the butler would want in return, or how long he would hold it over her?

Niles smiled devilishly, having the producer in his debt had several interesting possibilities. “A decision such as this should not be made lightly, like a fine wine it needs to be savoured.”

God, he was pretentious. “Well, I’m going to bed, some of us work early.” C.C. made her way back up to her room, going over in her head what Niles could ask for. He could be crafty, but a Babcock’s word was their bond, C.C. would have to honour it, whatever it was.

It couldn’t be that bad, right?

#tv: the nanny #fic: in the wee small hours #the nanny #c.c. babcock #brighton sheffield #niles #niles x cc #this is apparently the year where I'm just going to end up writing a bunch of fanfic on well #everything most likely #stay tuned for that #fic

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