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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Implied Dominant Reader, Implied Submissive Reader, Some Submissive MW2 Characters, Some Dominant MW2 Characters, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for ‘You’, Gendered Spanish Terms of Endearment (Fem-Leaning), Petnames, etc.

Ghost

“Careful, Darlin’,” he says, slowly, lowly, almost hushed. He has you backed against the counter, his hands flat atop it, thick, bulging arms caging you.

He presses his front against yours, his bulge catching you in just the right place.

“Pretty little mouth like that’ll send a man wild.” His breath is hot against your lips, with his just shy of yours. Ready to silence.

“And I won’t be held responsible for what happens when I lose control.”

König

“My, my,” he says, his voice heavy, eyes half-lidded. All the while, he’s approaching you, slowly.

“My little maus is being rather brave today, aren’t you?” He’s condescending. Deceptively so.

With a growl, he pounces, wrestling you down onto the bed, his weight both an unstoppable force and an immovable object as he bunches your hands in one of his, his other at the base of your throat. A warning. He grinds against you, his panting breath quivering at the friction. All the while he’s making dead eye contact with you.

He brings his mouth down beside your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “There won’t be an inch left of you that isn’t mine by the time I’m through with you.”

Soap

“Don’t tempt me, Dolly,” he whines, giving you a pleading look.

When you continue to tease him, to mess with the bull, he gives you his horns.

He pins your arms above your head, a rabid tint in his eye. Feral.

“I warned you,” he breathes, his grip tightening. “Whatever happens now is on your head.” His tone is as serious as death. “And my terms.”

Valeria

She won’t give you the chance to even finish the sentence before she has you pinned against a wall, her chest to your back and a hand around your throat.

“Don’t fuck with me, Querida,” she says, her voice low and hissing. You can feel the darkness settling over her eyes, feel the simmering, bubbling concoction of lust and rage overflow in the way she rocks her hips into the back of yours.

“Because you know I’ll fuck you twice as hard.”

Needless to say, she’s not letting you go until you are perfectly aware that it is you who is the submissive one in this relationship.

Price

“Is that so, Love?” Price’s voice carries, aromatic. His eyes crease and trail your silhouette as he hands you a smile. Throws you a bone. Gives you a chance.

His arms are folded over his chest, the image of strength, resilience, and resolve.

“You sure you don’t wanna take that back?” he says, voice lowering. His head tilts, and his smile begins to retract into a smirk. There’s a hunger to his demeanour. His voice husks.

“Before I make you.”

Horangi

Initially flabbergasted. Then, abashed. Though, he doesn’t want you to know that.

“Negative. A baseless accusation.” He says, humourless. Though, that is his effort to try and hold back the storm, to fortify the floodgates. To keep the excitement in his chest from boiling over.

He stands toe to toe with you, his eyes sharp, dark and unwavering. A look of reproach, though he was from far above it with the thoughts racing through his mind right now.

“And I’d suggest you keep them to yourself,” his hand slithers up your side, takes your shoulder, mock reassurance in his grip. “Before someone decides to punish you for your transgressions.”

Alejandro

“Oh?” His tone is playful as he turns to face you, leaning against the countertop, his arms folded and his smile a signature upon his face.

“Well, then, you’ll have to come and dominate me.” His grin is a disguise. “Only, of course,” he pushes off, walking towards you, intent in his gait. He’s before you now, his chest touching yours. “If you can get me to behave.”

His hand wraps around your hip and squeezes you. His smile is sly. “Else, you’re just a dog whose bark is bigger than its bite.”

“And I can assure you,” his other hand slides around your shoulders, pulls you closer. “That my bite is bigger.”

Rodolfo

“I have no doubt about it, Mi Amor,” he tells you, still carefully crafting you the sandwich you requested. When finished, he passes you the creation, the lack of double-sidedness to his words reassuring. Or inviting. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Little did you know that beneath his butterscotch exterior lay the heart of a lovingly maniacal masochist who, after your little conversation, took to trying to poke the bear, to feed the lion between the bars of the cage.

And you repaid him in kind by giving in to his trap and straddling him, late into the evening, pinning his arms above his head, making vibrant conversation of the obscenities you were going to perform on him.

And he didn’t resist once, instead soaking up every ounce of love you had to give.

Graves

“Sure thing, Doll Face,” he says, blasé. Dismissive. He doesn’t even turn to face you, instead making a mild hand gesture, looking down at his documents.

“Though, let’s be honest,” he flips through his papers. “There’s nothing I can’t make you do for the right sum.” The tinge in his voice is equally as void as before, as if he were stating a fact.

Graves’ fetish for finance (and its many persuasive effects) did little to protect him from your wrath.

And you told him as much – that “No amount can save you now,” before wrecking him.

Truer words were never spoken; especially now as he sat at his desk, his body and pride sore after the fact. Though, he can’t help but crack a smile at the memory. Perhaps he’ll invoke your dominant side more often…

Gaz

“Oh, really?” he says, almost challengingly. He hands you a skeptical look, smiling all the while. Practically chuckling.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Regardless of how capable Gaz is in physical training, he truly is powerless against your advances. That much is proven when he’s pinned beneath you, breathless and whining and clawing at your thighs.

He never challenged you again after that... Well, except when he wanted to.

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devvelle · 1 year

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All Mine

Genre: fluff

Characters: dorm leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus) x gn!reader

Scenario: what makes your boyfriend jealous and what he does about it <3

Notes: none!

Riddle Rosehearts ; when you're having fun with someone else.

Even as your boyfriend, Riddle can’t do things with you that would go against the dorm rules or hurt his image—which you totally understand. But when he sees you laughing with someone else, doing things he can't partake in... it makes him really jealous.

Eventually, once it gets to him, he really won't want you hanging out with those people anymore.

He knows they probably aren’t being bad influences, but he will act like they are. He'll give them unimpressed stares when you're not looking, and if they're in his dorm he’ll use his unique magic against them to keep them away from you.

When you two are in private, he'll try let loose more. It’ll feel unnatural for him, but he wants to have fun with you, too. He’s afraid you’ll get bored of him.

If you play along for his sake and try to bring him out of his shell, he'll appreciate it. He might even be honest about his feelings once he’s comfortable telling you the truth.

But if you tell him that he doesn’t need to change for you, he'll get really shy. He'll deny feeling jealous, but reassurance of your love would mean a lot to him in the moment.

Ultimately, he just wants to be the one making you smile the most.

“As long as you’re sure you’re happy… Yes, I love you too.”

Leona Kingscholar ; when he sees others trying to take care of you.

Leona is a gentleman. Maybe everyone else has trouble believing so, but he's incredibly attentive once you're together. He escorts you places, buys you things you need, and comforts you when need be.

But if he happens to see someone else trying to do any of that for you, he will not be happy. He sees it as disrespectful, like they're trying to tell him he isn't doing a good enough job. To make it worse, you’re too kind to refuse these gestures from others, which sets his jealousy off.

With his temper, you will know immediately. Leona doesn't like to play games. He will tell you what’s bothering him and ask why you’re entertaining that behavior when he's right there. If you can’t give him an answer, he’ll stick himself to you like glue and won’t let anyone else near you for the day.

Assigns Ruggie to the very important task of keeping tabs on you afterward. Gives him specific instructions to monitor your conversations; if you’re talking to anyone for too long or if they try to do something for you, Ruggie is to interrupt and say you’ve been summoned by Leona.

Mandatory cuddles and telling him you love him is your punishment. He hates feeling jealous.

"You know what you signed up for with me. Now, come here. You’re mine."

Azul Ashengrotto ; when he becomes aware of the options you have.

Seeing how popular you are among the student body makes Azul particularly jealous.

You’re friends with so many others within the walls of Night Raven College; dozens of boys with promising futures make up your circle, including several princes, and all are just one call away from coming to your aid should you ask. So it’s a bit hard for him to not feel jealous when they don't seem to back off even after you announce your relationship.

He’ll wait it out at first, but if they don’t leave you alone he’ll be really ticked off. However, Azul is aware that he isn’t particularly intimidating and can’t fight.

So what does he do? He shows you off instead, to prove to them that you're his.

If he wasn't using Magicam before, now he's posting you every day. He's posting pictures of you with new jewelry he's bought you and images of you cuddled up to him at night, even linking sweet love songs to them.

When he checks his views and finds the individuals that triggered his jealousy, his satisfaction in through the roof. Don’t question his smirk.

If, for some reason, flaunting you on social media isn’t enough, then Azul might have Floyd give your friends a scare. Nothing serious, just enough to make them delete your number and change their routes to class to avoid you. You wont even notice since Azul is now escorting you to class on his arm.

"Do you not want me to show you off? I don't see a problem with reminding everyone who you chose."

Kalim Al-Asim ; when you might be taken away.

Kalim trusts you so much, so he just doesn’t get jealous. Your relationship is so healthy and communication between you is great.

The only time he'd maybe feel jealousy would be if someone planted the idea in his head. Like if Jamil makes a joke about you and someone you're with looking quite close, Kalim might start questioning the situation.

However, he'd be more concerned for your safety than jealous. He'd approach you and drag you away in a rush with an innocent excuse to the other individual. After all, if they're trying to charm you while knowing you’re in a relationship, they have to be bad news.

He'd talk to you about it immediately, though, before any of his thoughts spiral and before you can think he’s overreacting.

Would go heavier on the PDA to remind you he trusts and cares for you. To some extent, he might be thinking he can gross that person out this way so they’ll get the hint and give it up.

Kalim is just too sweet of a guy to feel jealous honestly. There’s not much else to say. He’ll make you feel so safe.

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay! I think we should steer clear of them for now, yeah?"

Vil Schoenheit ; when you don't see what he sees.

Vil gets annoyed easily, definitely. But it would either take something truly concerning or the involvement of someone he deems a threat to make him feel jealousy.

He often acts like he knows what's best for you, so he tells you to stay away from certain classmates. Especially the ones that he sees being a bit too kind to you.

If you dismiss Vil’s concerns and the individuals get bolder with you to spite him, he’ll be pissed. Honestly, if he didn’t have contractual obligations and a reputation to maintain, he might resort to threats.

If it goes on for long enough, he’ll start feeling jealous.

The result is a super petty Vil.

If you want to spend time with him, he'll redirect you to one of those friends. He'll ask you why you want his attention now, when you clearly preferred theirs yesterday.

Though it’s hard for him to turn you away when all he wants is to hug and kiss you, his mind turns it into a silly game to find out if you love him most of all. This keeps him in a cycle of pettiness and insecurity.

Still, he doesn't want to neglect you. He wants you to see his perspective, so once he’s had enough of going without you, he’ll explain why he feels his worries are justified.

Once you exchange apologies, he’ll return all the love he withheld.

"Now do you understand? I'm only trying to protect you from ill intentions."

Idia Shroud ; when he can't be the one that's with you.

Get jealous very often, but keeps it to himself.

Idia knows you have to hang out with others a lot because of his boundaries. He doesn’t always feel comfortable enough to go out, so you ask your other friends for company to avoid pressuring him.

Still, it doesn’t make him feel great that there is always someone jumping at the chance to be with you.

When he gets notifs that you posted to Magicam only to see you looking happy with someone else, his jealousy escalates quickly.

Unfortunately, Idia isn't very good at communication especially when it comes to his feelings. So he will give you space instead, and let you enjoy yourself to prevent ruining your day with his doubts.

He will continue lurking your profiles for the next few days, but he won't like anything or reply to your messages. He'll self-isolate until you come to him, whether it be hours or days later.

When you do come see him in person to ask what’s wrong, you'll be stuck with him a while. He won’t admit to feeling jealous, but it’ll be clear from his questions that he wants to be sure you still want to be with him.

Lots of quality time will fix his mood. He might prefer the quiet of his room to the noisy outside world, but he makes it very clear that you’re always welcome to disturb him. He’d much prefer that to seeing you with other people.

"We can go somewhere together soon, so don't ask anyone else anymore! B-but for now, could you spend the night?"

Malleus Draconia ; when you give away your time with him.

Malleus loves to have alone time with you. He's very grateful that you always reserve time in your day just for him.

But on the occasion that someone seeks to interrupt this time, and you don't turn them away or happen to cancel on Mal entirely for them, that’s when he’d get jealous.

He'd dismiss himself from the situation to let you take care of your business, but he would actually just be hiding nearby and listening.

If the person seems to be taking up your time for reasons that Malleus himself finds unworthy, he won't hesitate to use a bit of magic to make that person suddenly leave you alone, as if possessed.

He’ll return to you pouty and distracted. He’ll initiate lots of physical touch, and might even suggest going to his dorm room while he milks all your affection.

He doesn’t hide feelings of jealousy because he’s learned your instinct is to coddle him when he makes it obvious. Your giggles and half-hearted apologies in response to his melodramatic words of worry make him fall deeper in love.

When he’s jealous, Malleus doesn’t care for words of reassurance as much as he does actions. He is quite secure in your relationship, but he will never get tired of seeing how comfortable you are with him. He loves knowing that you won’t ever run away.

"Now that they're out of the way, I do wish you'd learn to say no. I am quite selfish when it comes to my time with you."

a/n: Okay so I tried to get Riddle's Halloween card but I could NOT get any SSR until freaking pity. Then that last key set gave me both Jack and Ruggie's Dorm Uniform SSRs instead of Riddle 😭 I thought, "Wow, Leona really sent his underclassmen after me?" And that gave me the idea for jealousy hcs…

Hope u all enjoy, holiday prompts will probably be coming soon! kisses <3

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leonw4nter · 1 month

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maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever you’d like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, it’s the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like 👉👈

tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)

sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu

RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble

After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldn’t pick up a frequency, which the blond didn’t wonder about since he’s been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handler’s voice.

“Condor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this… dilapidated hut,” he sternly reports. “Along with Sera. Luis Sera.”

A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.

“Hmm… aerial imaging tells me you’re near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,” you say.

“Yeah. We’re not too far from a lake,” he responds. “Guess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.”

He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.

“What time is it back home?” he asks.

“1300.”

“You should probably get some rest, baby. Don’t worry about me, I’m making sure we all get out of here in one piece.”

“I want to but I can’t bring myself to,” he hears you softly respond. “I can’t risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know you’re great at your job.”

Leon’s heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasn’t had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesn’t mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He won’t mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.

“And besides, I have reports to send to Graham– location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,” you say before he hears you yawn quietly. “It’s not like I can just stop doing these because I’m tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. He’s worried sick.”

“And at the end of the day, I’m just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,” Leon responds. “I know baby, I know but still take some time to rest– even for a little bit.”

A soft sigh can be heard from your end.

“Fine. But aren’t you supposed to be resting too? Don’t see any threats within a 3-mile radius, you’re good.”

“Nah. Gotta keep watch, can’t be too vigilant. You’ll be the one resting for both of us tonight,” he says.

“Leon.”

“I’ll get rest later, honey. I promise,” Leon pleads.

Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how you’ve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.

“Promise me that. Or I’ll personally fly there to beat your ass.”

“I’d rather you beat something else of mine instead,” Leon jokes.

“I’ll remind you, agent Kennedy, that we’re still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.”

“I’m going to go on the break you’ve been forcing me to have instead.”

Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.

“Okay, okay. Good night, baby. I’ll talk to you 4 hours from now.”

“Good night, hon. I… I miss you and… please stay safe,” you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.

“Me too. I miss you. I love you,” he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.

He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldn’t, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.

“Didn’t know you had a ladylove, sancho.” was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.

Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.

“Didn’t peg you as the type to call a lady ‘baby’ or ‘honey’,” he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.

“‘You should probably get some rest, baby’,” Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.

Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isn’t irritating or getting on his last nerve.

“That’s not what it was.” It was what it was.

“Mhm, Sancho.”

“You be thankful she hasn’t ratted your ass out to the president yet,” he hisses.

“Good point there,” Luis sneers. “No… no anything then?”, to which Leon responds with silence.

“Then… perhaps she’d like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,” the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. “Since you two don’t seem to be anything.”

“Back off from my girlfriend,” Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.

Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he ‘slept’ moments ago.

“Okay, sancho. I can clearly see that you’re hers,” he comments. “I guess only you have the pass to call her ‘the absolute love of your life’. Buenas noches, amigo.”

With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.

NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3

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zeesturniolo · 21 days

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c.s bf headcanons 🤍

creds to gif owner ^!

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-this man SPOILS you rotten! doesn’t let you oay for shit

“chris you know i can pay for it myself?”

“no ma, its okay i got it.”

-when pays for you to get your hair and nails done, he doesn’t wanna know what style or design beforehand, he would rather be surprised.

“ooo baby i cant wait to see!!”

“aww you look so cute! your nails are beautiful!”

-does mini at home spa days with you, like facemasks and manicures. he even takes those “cringey” couple face mask pictures with you!

-and speaking of manicures, he lets you do his nails all the time, and he just looks at you the whole time.

“you look so pretty when you’re focused.”

-writes handwritten letters, and gives them to you with your favorite chocolate.

-shows you off to EVERYONE, including the fans.

-is literally your biggest supporter. comments on every. single. post.

“my gorgeous girl ❤️”

“A GODDESS 😍”

“mine mine mine 😛😍”

-gives the literal BEST massages!

-love language is quality time, bro always finds away to spend time with you.

-he doesn’t mind you being on his phone, as long as you arent going through it, just play some games or take some selfies.

-speaking of, always steals your phone when you aren’t looking and sneaks some selfies, and usually you dont find then til a couple days later.

*attachment 6 images*

“christopher.”

“you like them and you know it.”

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hope you like it!! 🩵

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eywamygoddesswrites · 1 year

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Hiii, how are you??

If its okay with you i would like to resquest a platonic yandere of either the Sully's or tonowari family(whichever you prefer) when their youngest child (reader) comes home injuries because of some bullies

How would they react??

(if you can't do it or don't feel comfortable its completely fine)

— 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 — (sully family, tonowari family x platonic!reader) | separate

requested: yes

pairing: sully familly x gn!reader, tonowari family x gn!reader

tags: platonic, yandere, youngest sibling, youngest child, just a doting family

warnings: lowercase intended, mentions of torture but not elaborated, injuries

a/n: characters are aged up! hi there! i'm doing very well, thank you very much. i just came back from class and i got a few more ask after this so i'm very inspired in making and answering them. hope you enjoy this!

word count: 946

+ gif not mine. ctto.

sully family:

being the youngest in the sully family has its perks. having 5 protective older siblings i’m adding spider ‘cause i can is fun! y/n has friends to play with them, someone who looks after them when their parents aren’t available, and their life is never boring

but when they came home crying, their knees scraped and bleeding after being pushed by their bullies during the kid’s nursery (i imagine there’s a nursery class that is just the na’vi kids interacting for early socialization in the clan)

their knees hurt, and their elbow also scraped due to the impact of the push, just crying that so, so, and so pushed them during nursery

neytiri was fuming, to say the least. no one messes with her baby. no one

jake was trying to calm his mate, reminding her that those are just kids and they mess up from time to time. it’s the parents you should get mad at because they didn’t raise their kids right

neytiri would then blame the kids’ parents for raising rotten kids that bullied her youngest and would threaten the parents if their kids bully her baby again

jake, on the other hand, would threaten the livelihood of the parents. would hold their family’s place in the clan above their heads and wouldn’t hesitate to banish them. to hell if they get killed by the animals that lurked in the dark

kiri was cleaning up y/n’s booboos while neteyam held his baby sibling

lo’ak plans on tripping said kids by holding his foot out and acting like he didn’t do anything (petty but hey, it’s a small way to get back at the kids)

spider would distract y/n by talling them stories that happened back in the lab. they loved hearing all the sciency human stuff and hearing them from spider was fun and he would probably join lo’ak on the pettiness

tuk was quickly weaving some bracelets to help her baby sibling calm down. she will do anything and everything to help her only baby sibling out

if said bullies had older siblings that are learning to be a warrior or a tsahik, neteyam and kiri would sabotage them. neteyam would destroy the weapons that the siblings had created for the training while kiri would add herbs and slimes that messes up the medicine the siblings would create mo’at gets disappointed at the bullies’ siblings for messing up their works

but, if we say that y/n is younger than lo’ak by a year (around 13) and took tuk’s place as the youngest, that’s another story

jake and neytiri would be the last to know that they’re being bullied by other na’vi’s because y/n begged their siblings to not tell their parents

neteyam and lo’ak would beat those bullies up to a pulp. they didn’t care if their dad would tell them off afterward. what matters is that they don’t get to harm their siblings ever again

kiri would destroy their image if said bullies were training to be a tsahik. she would tell mo’at a lot of things that would slowly hurt their character then, later on, would be told off and not be thought by mo’at

spider would join neteyam and lo’ak at one point but then again, he’s small while teen na’vi’s were hella tall so he becomes neteyam and lo’ak’s hypeman

overall: the sully family wouldn’t mind beating a few na’vi’s up when protecting their youngest. sully’s stick together!

tonowari family:

y/n is the kid that didn’t have to do much to impress the family. they could just breathe and tonowari would throw a whole feast to celebrate it

ronal is a very doting mother. although a warrior and seen as a very serious tsahik, she would smile whenever she sees her youngest. also very protective. like, super duper protective that no one besides their family can interact with their youngest. if you do, she’d wave your head up on her spear and set it as a reminder to the rest that if you do mess with her youngest, you’ll be next

tonowari is much more doting than ronal but if the softer version. instead of being violent like his mate, he would rather let nature do the violence. why get the blood on your fingers when pandora can do the work? he didn’t want to hold his baby with the blood of their bullies

ao’nung is no different from their mother. but instead of giving the easier end, he would rather beat them up and keep them alive just to prolong to torture. torture = honoring his sibling’s existence

tsireya is the most normal of the bunch. but if she hears that her sibling is messed with, just knows the whole family is coming for their head. she would be with her sibling and distracting them while the family ‘talks’ with said bullies

so when one-day y/n comes home severely injured by her bullies, all hell broke loose

the parents of said bullies were held off by other metkayina’s while they watched ao’nung, rotxo, and a few other of their friends beat up the bullies

ronal was held back by tonowari because if he didn’t, ronal would’ve hurt the parents of the bullies or worse

tonowari eventually forcefully removed the family that tormented his youngest child because if he gives them a chance, his child might get hurt again and he’s not taking that risk

tsireya was tending y/n’s wounds and reassuring them that the bullies won’t hurt them again because their parents will send them away

tdrl: you hurt tonowari and ronal’s youngest, and you leave severely beaten up

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marvelouslizzie · 1 year

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i wanna ruin our friendship

summary: James “Bucky” Barnes is a famous actor who just turned 40. He’s getting old and struggling with the fact that he isn’t what he used to be. When he finally opens up to you about how he’s struggling with body image, you assure him in a very unexpected way. Things take a turn after that point.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Celebrity Bucky Barnes x Actress Reader)

word count: 4.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, long period of friendship, unspoken feelings, minor jealousy, alcohol consumption, body image struggles (Bucky is just struggling because of Hollywood’s unrealistic body standards), fear of aging and losing who you are, misunderstandings, pet names, slight dirty talk and praising if you squint, no use of a condom (the reader is on birth control), Bucky is 40 while the reader is 37, no use of y/n.

a/n: I was reading one of Sebastian’s old interviews where he mentions body dysmorphia and how it affects him. It inspired me to write this story. I hope you like it.

The story is beta-read by my dear @notafunkiller. Thank you so much!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

The after-party is buzzing with energy. The room is crowded with so many familiar faces, you can’t even start naming everyone even if you tried. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in a place like this, then you remember that you are an actress, too. It feels surreal because you were planning to stay a theater actress until you found your big break unexpectedly on the big screen.

That’s actually how you met James Barnes, your first on-screen partner. That’s how everyone called him, but you and a few close friends were always calling him Bucky. It makes you feel special. You look at him and see how he’s talking to Natasha Romanoff, his current partner. They are taking pictures together. You are sure it is meant to be shared by Natasha on her Instagram.

You find yourself walking towards the bar and ordering another drink. You usually don’t drink too much, trying to stay sober but having fun. It’s a thin line, but you managed to keep the balance so far. That gives paps less tea to share online. Tonight feels a bit different and you know it’s because of Bucky and Natasha. They are the perfect couple and you can’t help but feel jealous. Even though you have no right because Bucky is just a friend.

A hundred chit-chats later, you see Bucky in the corner of the crowded room. He seems down for some reason, you can always tell by the look on his face. He’s good at concealing how he feels. It’s almost like a poker face, but his eyes and his posture always give it away. Slowly, you walk towards him and he notices you right before you sit next to him.

“Hey, handsome. Why are you crying into your beer?”

“I’m not.” His answer is instant and you don’t buy it.

“Come on. I know you better than that. One minute you were happy, enjoying yourself, and now look at you: you're sulking in the corner. Something must have happened.”

He sighs. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You think he maybe had a problem with Natasha and she isn’t around right now. Which is rare. Even though everybody’s attention is on her, she’s always around Bucky. You think it’s because of the unlabeled thing they have going on since they started working together. You never dared to ask if they are together or not. You aren’t ready for that answer yet.

“I know, doll. You are my best friend, but I just…” He stops for a second to think how he’s going to say this. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“What does that mean?” You ask with a frown.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like I’m that handsome talented guy I used to be, okay? I feel ugly and…” He looks down at his body. “Fat.”

“Oh, come on!”

“That’s the truth.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m not and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Oh. He must have read something.

“Please don’t tell me you looked at the comments again.”

“I… did.” He accepts with a defeated tone.

“We talked about this before. You should never do that.” Your tone reminds him of a teacher scolding their student and it makes him smile so slightly, but you don’t see it.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, darling. Natasha shared a photo of us together and I just went to like it.”

Oh.

“And you saw some comments?”

“Yeah. Saying that I’m getting older and uglier. I know I’m not a young man anymore but I’m just 40. Not dead yet, you know?”

“Yeah, of course not.” You take a huge sip from your drink.

“But they don’t think so and I started to notice maybe they are right.”

“Come on, Bucky!”

“I look in the mirror and every day I feel like I see a stranger, not myself. Since I stopped acting in those action movies, I’m not working out and dieting as hard as I used to and it’s so fucking visible. My reflection blinks at me in the mirror. Then I look around to see I’m alone. I’m old and alone. I missed my chance at happiness. I’m lucky if I can find someone to fuck me for the night.”

“I would fuck you, in a heartbeat.” The words just fly out from your lips and you can immediately see their effect on Bucky’s face.

“You would?” His expression seems completely different now.

“Yes… I would.” It’s too late to back down. Your long secret of having a huge crush on Bucky Barnes is basically exposed.

Without saying a word, Bucky takes your hand and drags you out of the after-party without saying goodbye to anyone. You have no idea where you are headed. In a matter of seconds, you find yourself in a cab with Bucky Barnes as he simply gives his house address and says nothing more.

The ride is short and silent. He doesn’t even look in your direction, his eyes are fixed on the road. You are regretting everything. Even the decision to come to this after-party. What were you thinking when you decided to take another drink because you saw Bucky and Natasha taking selfies? Where was your mind when you said you'd fuck him in a heartbeat? He must be so shocked. He's probably planning to talk to you in private, for your friendship’s sake.

I fucking ruined our friendship, you think.

When the cab ride is over, Bucky pays the driver and holds the door open for you. You are glad to see he’s still a gentleman towards you, even after you said something completely stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, just like I did for years.

Finally, when you step inside his place, Bucky closes the door and pushes you against the wall with a kiss. It’s so unexpected, your breath hitches. His lips are relentless, moving between your lips, your cheek, and your neck. You try to breathe, but it doesn’t feel real.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he says between kisses.

You can’t either. You were expecting a serious talk. Not this.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You suddenly say when you remember Natasha. You didn’t even realize you left her behind when you two left the party so suddenly.

Bucky stops kissing you and looks at you with complete confusion. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed. Was that… a pity comment?”

Now it’s your turn to feel confused. A pity comment? You pity yourself for exposing your crush, but definitely no pity for him. No way in hell.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we shouldn’t do this.”

“Because you are with Natasha and we left her at the party! This is wrong, Bucky. As much as I want to… we shouldn’t.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“What does Natasha have to do with this?” You can sense the confusion in his voice. It’s like he has no idea what you mean but… it makes no sense.

“She’s just so nice and pretty. No wonder you two got paired together.” You don’t even notice you didn’t answer this question.

“You think I’m pretty, too?”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone in their right mind could see you're pretty. Why are you even asking?"

"I am asking you, not everyone, doll." And there it is again. That damn nickname. Doll. You love and hate to hear him call you that. It’s warming your insides up until you remember he calls other girls doll, too. Especially Natasha.

"Stop with the nickname.” You finally say with a pained voice. This whole night is a huge mistake and you will be the one who gets hurt most. You can feel that the friendship you have with Bucky is slipping through your fingers already, so there’s no point in holding back now. “Of course you're pretty: the best eyes, fluffy hair. Tall. Looking good in suits. Two beautiful people."

“She’s just my partner and a good friend, darling. Nothing more.”

“But… but…” You stammer. “You are always together. She never leaves your side.”

“It’s because we are friends and I am helping her out.”

“Helping her out?” You repeat with confusion.

“She gets so much unwanted attention, she uses me as a shield, so less people would come up to her and talk.”

Oh.

It makes perfect sense and Bucky is always a gentleman.

“You thought we were together?”

“Yeah… kinda…”

Bucky moves closer to you and puts his hands on your face. “Doll…” Then he remembers what you said about the nickname. “Sorry. I never realized you didn’t like this nickname. I won’t use it anymore.”

His touch is so comforting and you feel relieved that there’s nothing going on between Bucky and Natasha.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I just… remember that you use that nickname all the time. It just doesn’t… feel special.”

“Darling, have you ever heard me calling someone else doll?”

His question makes you stop for a second. You actually never did. You just assumed he would be calling other girls doll as well because of the way he says it… It’s just so sexy.

“I… didn’t.” You struggle to answer through your confusion.

“Because I don’t call anyone doll. Except you.”

You can’t find words to respond, it feels like your mind completely stopped working. All you can think is how unbelievable all this is.

“Just me?” You repeat, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Just you.” He says reassuringly. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly moves to your neck. It makes it even harder to think straight.

“Can I go back to kissing you?” His voice is deeper somehow.

You gulp first. Then nod. Your response makes him smile and it warms you up.

You imagined this moment many times, then put that image into the back of your mind just to keep going. Right now, his lips on yours are real. Not a dream, not a fantasy, and it feels so much better.

The way his lips move fires something inside you. Something you tried to surpass and forget, but that never happened. Whenever you felt his touch, even something as simple as hands brushing, you felt that fire inside you and now it's back. Stronger than ever.

Finally, your hands move to his face, cupping it as he kisses you with passion. Now both of you know that this has nothing to do with pity or self-assurance. That gives you the confidence you need.

Your fingers move towards his shoulders as you put your hands inside his jacket and push it back. It surprises him, but he doesn’t resist, just letting the jacket fall to the ground. Then your fingers travel to his shirt. The first button is open but the rest… You start to unbutton them one by one. Then suddenly you found yourself turned around and pressed against the cold wall. His lips are on the back of your neck and his fingers are looking for the zipper. You smile to yourself when you realize you aren’t the only desperate one here.

“It’s not on the back.” He can hear the smile in your voice even though he can’t see your face.

“Where is it?” He sounds frustrated and it’s so adorable.

“On the side.”

His hands quickly move to your side and find the zipper. In a second, you are already unzipped and your dress is pooled around your ankles. You give it a soft kick and get rid of the dress while you go back to unbuttoning this shirt.

You look up at him to see that he’s watching you undress him. There’s a slight smile on his face. You smile back in response and go back to unbuttoning him. When your work is done, he takes the shirt off himself and just tosses it on the floor. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of your bra. He unclips it so quickly, it surprises you. Everything's happening so fast that you feel like you're swimming. Like this is a dream. You grab his face and give him another kiss to remind yourself this is your reality right now. That you are free to touch him however you want. Your kiss takes a low moan out of him as his fingers travel down to your body, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

“No teasing.” You whisper against his ear and you see how your voice affects him up close. “This time.” You add and that slight smile is back on his lips.

“Are you promising me a next time already?” His voice is so low, so different you barely recognize it. He’s lost in the lust, because of you, and you can’t believe it.

“I mean… Maybe.” You sheepishly smile. You already know you want a second and a third time. He doesn’t have to know that, yet.

“Hmm… Depends on my performance, huh?” Before you can say anything he pushes his fingers under your last remaining clothes and you feel his finger brushing against your clitoris. A low moan escapes your lips.

Between him touching your clit and you finding yourself on your back on his couch is a complete blur. You don’t know how you ended up completely naked and Bucky between your legs as holding on to your dear life. His lips are on your pussy, licking and touching, driving you crazy. He definitely knows how to use his tongue and fingers. Even though his fingers aren’t inside you, his touches are skillful. Not too harsh, not too soft. Just the perfect amount of pressure. Then he sucks on your clit and you let out a half painful moan.

“Are you okay?” He lets go of your clit and looks at you concerned.

“No sucking on the clit please. Not that you aren’t good at it.” You feel nervous suddenly. “It just hurts. Personal preference.”

He smiles. “Noted.” And goes back to licking you. Soon the pain is long forgotten.

It feels like he’s everywhere on the most sensitive part of your body. It’s either his lips, his tongue, his nose or simply his fingers but the pleasure is overwhelming. Soon you find yourself moaning his name out loud while coming hard against his tongue.

He gives you a couple of minutes but doesn’t move at all. Instead, he pushes his fingers inside you when he decides you are finally back to yourself. When you feel one finger delicately pushing inside you, you raise yourself on the elbows.

“I said no teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing, doll.” He looks straight into your eyes. “This is me making sure you are ready for what I am gonna do to you next.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby, and I feel like you want to get fucked hard.” He stops for a second to read your expression. “Am I wrong?”

His question catches you off guard. He is talking so openly and directly, you feel a little shy. You are not used to voice your needs this openly, yet that’s one the biggest problems you had in the past. Partners not communicating open enough and assuming things. He’s doing what you actually need to do. He’s communicating openly and it’s extremely hot.

You nod first. Then you find your voice again. “Yes. I do want that.” He smiles again. That damned smile makes you even wetter. “But how do you know that?”

“The way you kiss me, push your hips up while I play with you and your hungry look. You look like you wanna eat me up.”

You surpass shyness with a breath. “Yes, I want that too.”

“Next time. It’s my turn now.” He winks at you and goes back to fingering.

He starts with one finger. Soon second and third follow and you are back on the clouds. You can’t even recognize your own voice, moaning his name. The pleasure takes over you, your back aches and you come hard on his fingers. It’s your second orgasm yet you still crave for more. You crave his warmth, his passion and the pleasure his cock can give you. You find it strange feeling this hungry after two orgasms but you welcome it anyway.

He moves up, directly kisses you without drying his mouth. His lips are hungry and demanding. His erection is hanging between you two and you can feel how hard he is.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” He asks shamelessly after breaking the kiss.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

You say the first things that come to your mind with no filter. “Dirty and hot.”

“Hmm… Good.” He keeps kissing you, his fingers are still in your pussy, slowly moving his fingers between your folds and feeling your wetness all over again. It feels like he enjoys how wet you are for him. Not just enjoying but relishing.

“This is teasing.” You state between his kisses.

“Is it?” His fingers stop like he didn’t know that already. “I just love how responsive you are.”

“And I wanna feel your cock inside me already.”

Your bluntness doesn’t only surprise him, but you as well. You have no idea when you finally let go of your shyness. Maybe between the first and the second orgasm. You don’t care anymore. You really need him inside you.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Let me show you.” You move away from him and miss his warmth instantly, but it’s for a good cause. You turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees. He understands what you want instantly.

“Hmm… You really want it hard.” He sounds amused. His fingers go back to your folds, moving up and down. “Just making sure you are ready.”

“I am dripping already, Bucky. How much more ready can I get?”

You hear him laugh, but before you can say anything about it, you feel his cock right on your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He says before pushing inside.

His cock stretches you out so deliciously. There’s absolutely no pain at all. The preparation is paying off amazingly. The only thing you are feeling is the fullness you have been craving for so long, but you need more.

“Please move, baby.”

It's the first time you use a pet name and you do it without thinking about it but the way you say it affects him deeply. He tries to surpass the loud moan which was about to slip and you notice his struggle.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna hear them.”

You imagined this moment for a long time. You spent hours imagining how he would talk, moan and come. You are so close to getting what you want and you have no intention to give up on it. Not even shyness can stop you from getting what you want.

“Then let’s make a deal.” He says, sounding breathless inside you. “None of us will try to hide their reactions. It’s only fair.”

“Deal.” You say eagerly and he chuckles. Then without saying anything else he starts to move inside you.

First, it’s slow. Not painfully slow but still not as hard as you want. Yet you don’t say anything because you know this isn’t only for you. He’s trying to get used to feeling you around his cock. It seems overwhelming especially when he stops hiding his reaction. Low moans and curses spill from his lips. You say nothing, just enjoy the moment.

“Fuck.” This time he’s speaking louder than before. “You feel amazing around my cock, darling. So… so amazing.”

Your only reaction is moaning. The praise goes straight to your pussy. You wanna slam yourself against his cock and force him to move faster.

“So eager for me. If I knew you wanted me this bad, we wouldn’t have to wait this long to fuck each other.”

“It’s not like you made it obvious that you want me either.”

“Forgive me for not thinking so highly of myself.”

The weight of his words crushes you.

“Look at me.” You say turning your head back and find him looking directly at you. “You are all I ever wanted.” His expression changes. A wave of emotions waves over him. You feel he’s on the verge of getting emotional. “Now fuck me hard so we can finally experience what this feels like.” He smiles, but you can still see the emotions behind his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

From this moment, he is relentless. It’s fast and hard. The room is filled with the noise of skin slamming against skin, your wetness on his cock and your joint moans. It feels good. So fucking good that it doesn’t feel real. You can feel the pleasure bottling up. He’s moving back and forth with long strokes. His cock never leaves you. He pulls himself back until only the tip remains inside you and slams back in. The moans that leave your lips aren't human anymore. You feel desperate to reach that high again.

“Please.” You beg suddenly. “Please… I’m so… close.”

“Harder or faster?” His voice is hoarse, showing you how close he is to losing control.

“Faster.” You manage to say between moans. It’s so hard to even say one word out loud.

“I’m gonna come too.” And right then he notices that he didn’t put on a condom. “Fuck.” He sounds so disappointed.

“What?”

“We forgot the condom.” He slows down.

“Keep going. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank god!” You can’t help but smile before he picks up the pace again. In a second, both of you are a moaning mess. You come hard, so hard that you feel your muscles cramping with the force of it. Your whole body is electrified, you can feel it even on your toes. The noises you make push him over the edge. He starts to move faster and when you think your high is about to end, a new level opens up. Your mind stops working while your body turns jelly under him.

He isn’t any different than you. His loud moans, and his desperate pace show how much he is enjoying it, but you are too lost in your own pleasure to notice.

When you both drop your bodies on the couch, neither of you find the words.

“Wow.” That's all you can say.

“Wow indeed.”

You turn your face and look at him. He seems completely blissed out.

“We should’ve done this waaay before.” You smile hearing his words.

“You could’ve made a move, but you were too busy pitying yourself.”

The words come out without you considering what you are saying and it doesn’t take long for you to regret them. It isn’t the time or place to talk about this.

“I wanted to ruin our friendship for a long time, doll, but I was afraid. I was scared that I would ruin it for real and you wouldn’t wanna see me again. I was just fine being your good friend. It was a better alternative than losing you completely.”

You know what he means too well. That’s how you felt since the moment you met Bucky. He is such an amazing person, you didn’t want to lose him. Even if it means you have to witness him being happy with other people.

“That’s how I felt too, but look at you. Who can say no to you?”

His smile is bitter. You sense he doesn’t believe you even without him opening his mouth.

“Come on. That is the afterglow speaking.”

You move your head up and get support from your left hand.

“Look at me, Bucky.” He does and you see that he really doesn’t believe you. “You are gorgeous. Inside and out.”

“I know I am not what I used to be.”

“And that’s fine.” You quickly add. “You might not be Men’s Health cover material anymore, but guess what? It’s less healthy trying to keep that shape. Don’t let the name fool you. You don’t need six packs and huge biceps to look attractive. You need to be healthy so I can keep fucking you.”

Your last sentence makes him smile sincerely.

“You really believe that?”

“I do and honestly I have never been a six pack girl. You are even more attractive like this to me. A bit older and experienced. Just my type.”

“Hmm…” He says before kissing you deeply. You lose yourself in that kiss. So when he breaks it and asks you out, you are caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“I said: does it mean you will let me take you on a date?”

A date? With Bucky Barnes?

“Oh, yes. Anything you want.”

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riordanness · 5 months

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tolerate it — [p.mellark]

wordcount: 3.9K

warnings: slight death mentions, but bro it’s the hunger games what did you reallllllly expect

requested: yes!! @ornellastreet <33

I didn’t think it was possible for my mood to get worse after being reaped, but hearing his name called out over the loudspeaker definitely made me feel like hitting something.

“Peeta Mellark!” The chipper lady, Effie, is way over the top about all this. I mean, I get that it’s her job and all, but we’re kids, fighting to the death. We aren’t lottery winners or something.

I watch as the all too familiar blond boy’s face goes pale, then stare as he slowly makes his way towards the platform, toward me. He doesn’t look me in the eyes at first, just simply takes his place beside Effie.

“We have our tributes!” Effie squeals excitedly. “Now, shake hands, you two.”

Great. I clench my jaw as I hold my hand out to Peeta. He hesitates for just a second, but when he sees my expression, he quickly shakes my hand.

“Excellent!” Effie claps, and I feel the ridiculous urge to slap her wig off.

“Come along, both of you.” Effie waves us into the back rooms of the Justice Building. As I follow her and Peeta, I glance back over my shoulder, at what is probably my last look at home.

I sit beside Peeta, my fingers tracing the soft blue velvet of the couches in this ridiculously extravagant train car. I stare out the window, watching the world flash by faster and faster, till I get dizzy and have to stop. Then I stare at the floor.

Every part of me is aware of the boy only a few inches away. If I leaned even slightly, I would be brushing shoulders with him.

After noticing this, I quickly lean the other direction. I rest my hot forehead against the cool glass window, close my eyes, and try to pretend this is all a dream.

“Well, well, well.” A drawling male voice comes from somewhere above me, and I wake with a start. I must’ve fallen asleep in my chair, which almost impresses me because I was sure I’d been too scared to sleep.

I squint up and recognise Haymitch, the only living victor of District Twelve. He had a glass of alcohol in his left hand, and is waving the other hand at me. “Up, up!” he insists.

I get to my feet uncertainly, glancing around for a sign of Peeta.

“The boy’s already gone,” Haymitch says. “We’re arrived.”

“Arrived?” I ask. “Where?”

He spreads his hands, like ‘are you stupid?’. “The Capitol, sweetheart. Now come on. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Honestly? It wasn’t how I’d pictured it. I haven’t ever seen much of the Capitol, but the image in my head was way off. Everything was way more extravagant and expensive and ridiculous than I could ever have imagined.

We’ve been here almost two days now. Last night was the parade, where me and Peeta were basically lit on fire and forced to hold hands while all the Capitol citizens stared at us like we were circus animals. I hated every second of it.

I stand now in my room, on Floor 12 of this stupid tribute apartment complex. I stare out the windows, watching the Capitol go by. My fingers fidget with the satin sleeve of my new top, the most fancy thing I’ve worn to date.

I glance at the clock on the wall, and remember I’d better get going to dinner. Effie, Haymitch, Peeta, and apparently our stylists will all be waiting for me.

I hurry.

At the table, I’m forced to sit beside Peeta, much to my annoyance. He leaves me alone, though, which is more than I can say about Effie, who is peppering me with questions. I answer as little as I can, refusing to give this woman any information worth hearing.

“So.” My stylist, Cinna, gives me a smile. He’s nicer than I thought any Capitol people were capable of, but I didn’t exactly like him, not yet. “Ready for your interview tomorrow?”

“No.”

“I have your outfit ready to go. You’ll prepare with Haymitch and Effie all day, till four, then you’re mine. I’ll make you gorgeous.”

“Okay.”

Effie makes an exasperated sound in her throat. “Can’t you just try to be excited?”

I stare at her, dumbfounded. I can’t believe this. “What, excited to die?” I fake an extremely over exaggerated smile. “I can’t wait!”

Peeta kind of laughs, then immediately tries to hide it with a cough and a glass of water.

I ignore him. I’ve become pretty good at that.

Haymitch smirks. Effie sighs. Cinna gives me a knowing little wink, and Peeta’s stylist, Portia, doesn’t look at me.

I sigh and shove my chair from the table. “Night,” I announce, and storm to my room. I collapse instantly into my bed, curl into a ball, and let the tears come. I fall asleep like that, crying for home, for safety, for comfort.

The next morning, I’m woken by Effie’s ridiculous ‘It’s going to be a big, big, big day!’ The entire day sucks from that point onwards.

Both Haymitch and Effie are at their wits ends with what to do with me during my interview.

Effie has me first, and for the first hour, she keeps her optimistic outlook on my potential. Two sarcastic words from me and fifty-seven minutes later, she looks ready to wring my neck then and there. She hands me over to Haymitch looking ready to cry. I have a tiny bit of satisfaction from that, I’ll admit.

Haymitch looks, I don’t know, preoccupied, the entire of our session. Everytime I say anything, he seems almost jumpy. Eventually I give up and sit there in silence until he lets me go. I have a shower per Cinna’s instructions and wait for him in my room.

I have to admit, Cinna is a genius. His handiwork is incredible. I stand in front of the mirror and smooth my skirts, a hint of my smile on my face.

Luxurious clothing, especially dresses, were never something I even thought of back in Twelve. But it felt pretty damn good to wear one.

The dress is gold, with little pockets of white and yellow and orange and red and silver and black, like fire. When I move, it’s almost like flames are flicking over me.

“This is amazing, Cinna,” I tell him. “Thank you for making me feel pretty tonight.”

Cinna gives me a hug, and a kiss on the forehead. “I’m not allowed to bet,” he says in reply, “but if I could, I’d bet on you.”

This time, I really do smile.

I officially want to die then and there the instant I’m up on that brightly lit stage. I have no idea what to say, or how to act, and I fumble my way through the entire interview. Even Caesar Flickerman, who never seems to run out of funny things to say; who always knows how to keep the conversation flowing effortlessly, is at his wits end with me. It seems to be my only talent; making people exasperated at me.

I leave the stage to the quietest round of applause the world has ever known.

I pass Peeta in the hall, and he gives me the smallest look of acknowledgement. I wish we could just stop pretending to be friends. Nothing has ever hurt me as much as Peeta Mellark has, and I don’t know how to forgive him for it. There’s a tiny part of me that’s almost glad we're going into the Hunger Games. No matter how it goes, I won’t ever have to deal with Peeta again after this.

I go to stand beside Haymitch and Effie, and prepare to watch Peeta’s interview. I wonder what he will talk about.

I kind of feel annoyed at him the longer the interaction goes on. He and Caesar bounce effortlessly off each other, talking and joking about… showers? Anyway, the crowd seems to love it.

Then, everything changes.

Caesar leans in to Peeta conspiratorially. “So, Peeta,” he says in a whisper, but directly into the microphone of course. “Is there a special girl back home?”

“Uh, yeah, Caesar, there is.” Peeta looks a little red at the confession.

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes. We’re about to be slaughtered, and they’re discussing crushes? How ridiculous is that?

“Oh do tell.” Caesar sounds more like a teenage girl than a grown man. “We’d love to hear about her.”

Peeta clears his throat, and looks uncomfortably at the cameras. From my position inside, it’s like he’s staring right at me.

I quickly look away.

“Well,” Peeta begins, “she’s amazing. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever known, and I stuffed it up with her once. I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

I glance at the screen uncertainly.

Peeta stares right back out at me. “I’m sorry for what I did. I want to do everything in my power to fix it. I promise. I love you.”

Caesar makes a squealing noise. “How adorable!” he exclaims. “You’ll have to get back to District 12 and she’ll have to forgive you.”

Peeta laughs uncomfortably. “That wouldn’t work, in my case.”

“And why not?”

“Because…” Peeta shifts in his seat. “Because she came here with me.”

I remember very little of the aftermath of Peeta’s comment. I know a flash of fury, disbelief, and shock ran through me at once. I know I dashed off to my room. I know I got out of my insane getup and collapsed into bed. I know I wanted to hit Peeta Mellark for that comment.

But after that, I know nothing.

I wake the next morning feeling sick to my stomach. I have a headache, my body feels stiff, and I’m still irrationally angry at Peeta. Well, it’s not irrational. It’s perfectly fine to hate him for what he did. And ‘apologising’ on live tv? It was like a sick joke.

I slowly get dressed in comfy pants and a loose, light blue blouse. I tie my hair up in a ponytail, and head for breakfast.

Everyone else is already there, But I ignore them all, pile my plate with as much food as I can, and sit myself down on the floor as far as possible from Peeta.

Effie huffs. “Good morning to you too, young lady.”

I answer by shoving a bread roll into my mouth whole.

“Ugh!” Effie is more than annoyed with me, but when I catch Haymitch’s eye by accident, he has a small smirk playing at his mouth, so I figure it’s not all bad.

“Hey, y/n,” Peeta tries.

I don’t reply, don’t even acknowledge him. I’m still so angry, so hurt from all those months ago. His words from back then mix with the ones from last night in my head, giving me a headache to match my heartbreak.

“You’re not… I’m sorry… I stuffed up… she’s amazing… I don’t want to… she came here with me… you mean nothing to me… not like that, y/n… I love you…”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to block it all out. All the memories.

It was a dark, depressing day. The weather sucked, but I guess that just meant it matched the rest of District Twelve.

I was heading home after school, and trying to work up my courage to do something I’d wanted to do for years.

I was going to tell Peeta Mellark that I loved him.

Everyone knew where he lived. The bakery was a pretty, inviting little place. The window was always filled with cakes, all decorated by Peeta himself.

I skipped up the front steps, knocking twice quickly on the dark blue painted door.

A woman answered, Peeta’s mother. “Hello.”

“Hi!” I pretended not to notice her quick glance at my less-than-clean dress, or my coal-covered boots and hair. I knew I wasn't as rich as their family. I wasn’t ashamed, but her look made me sad.

“I’m here to see Peeta,” I told her.

“Ah.” She narrowed her eyes at me, then disappeared. I hear hushed voices, but don’t try to listen in on the conversation.

I just stood there and waited. Soon, Peeta appeared in the doorway. “Hey, y/n,” he says uncertainly.

“Hey.” I decided to just say it—get it over with as quickly as possible. “I like you, Peeta. Like, like, like you.”

Peeta blinked at me, stunned. “You… oh.”

I chewed my lip, suddenly feeling like this was a horrible, horrible mistake. I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve just pretended I wasn’t in love with him.

Peeta’s eyes looked conflicted, hurt, despairing. But his words, and his tone, are as hard and cold as ice. “I don’t like you. Not like that, y/n. You… you’re not… anything to me. Just a friend, an acquaintance even. You’re worth nothing to me behind that.”

I physically felt the pain of my heart breaking. I wanted to cry, run, hit something.

“Oh.” I managed. “That’s… that’s cool.” I turned on my heel and ran all the way home.

It’s been over a year since Peeta Mellark broke my heart, and I’ve never gotten over it. Even now, eating my breakfast, knowing we are both probably likely to die in the arena, I still can’t find it in myself to forgive him.

I don’t believe his little stunt last night. It was for the cameras, to make a statement and gain sponsors. He doesn’t love me. He made that pretty damn clear a year ago.

I slam my plate on the ground so hard it cracks in two. A mute, red-haired girl rushes over to help me clean it. I apologise to her, but I can’t stay in this room for a moment longer. I feel trapped, like I can’t breathe.

I find my way to an out of the way part of our complex, sitting against the wall in a little window alcove. I’m overlooking the Capitol central, the citizens milling about in their celebratory days before the Hunger Games.

I feel sick at the sight.

How can they be so enraptured by the horror that is the games? How can they find actual joy and pleasure watching kids die?

“Hey.”

I start, and turn, and see Peeta a few steps away from me.

“Hi,” I say back, a little stiffly.

He gestures at the ground beside me, and I nod. He gently sits down, looking slightly nervous.

“What’s up?” I say dully.

“Uh—nothing much, thanks.”

“What are you doing here?” I have no patience for small talk, especially not now.

Peeta licks his lips and doesn’t meet my eyes. “I actually came to apologise.”

I raise an eyebrow, surprised. “As opposed to your apology earlier?”

Peeta grimaces. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. Haymitch made me promise not to—and, I guess I just didn’t stop to think how you’d feel.”

I look away, trying to ignore the sudden lump in my throat. “Yeah, well.”

“I’m also here to tell you the plan,” Peeta adds.

My gaze snaps back to him. “The plan?” I ask incredulously.

He nods. “This… star crossed lovers angle is really good for getting sponsors. It’ll help us gain friends in the Capitol—people who will want to help us.”

“Because it’s my goal in life to be besties with the Capitol,” I say flatly, and Peeta almost cracks a smile.

“If it’ll help to keep you alive, it is your goal.”

I shrug. “Whatever. What’s this plan?”

“Act like we’re in love.”

I stare at him for a second, then realise he’s dead serious. I deflate a little, but I know deep down he has a point. We need sponsors if we want to have any chance at all of winning the Games.

“Okay,” I say finally. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Training goes for three days, and it mostly sucks. I have zero talents, apparently, except for differentiating deadly plants from safe ones. Oh, I can also tie some knots. Not super helpful. I can’t throw a knife, shoot a bow, lift anything heavier than a couple kilos, or climb ropes very well.

As the third day comes to an end, I feel incredibly useless, and exceptionally hopeless. I’m going to be dead in a day, I can almost feel it.

Peeta actually had a pretty good chance. He’s very strong, and can lift even the heaviest of weights. He’s also a whiz at camouflage and starting fires. All bakery skills, I’ll wager.

As per Haymitch’s instructions, we stick together throughout the training, steering clear of the other tributes. We also touch whenever possible, holding hands, hugging, me letting Peeta touch my hair.

It’s all rather infuriating to me, but if it might help to keep Peeta alive for longer, then whatever. He needs to win. He needs to stay alive and get home to his family.

It’s finally the night before the Games, and to say I was completely terrified would be the absolute truth. I lie awake, goosebumps everywhere. I’m so scared I couldn’t eat anything at dinner, even though I know I should be trying to get up my strength. Who knows how long it might be before I can eat again.

I might be starving in that arena, or dehydrated, or freezing to death. Who knows? Maybe I’ll die right away, in the initial bloodbath.

I sit up in bed, sick of tossing and turning. I climb out, and head out my bedroom door. Surprisingly, it’s not locked. I guess they do have cameras literally everywhere, so they’d know if I was actually trying to escape. Which I’m not. That would be pointless. I’m going to die anyway.

Across the hall is Peeta’s room, and without thinking, I knock on his door. He opens it a second later, and his brow crunches together at the sight of me.

“Y/n?” he asks. “What are you—?”

“Can I come in?” I’m suddenly awkward, realising how weird this is.

Peeta nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Come in, please.” He steps aside and lets me pass. His room is indentical to mine.

I walk over to his bed and sit myself down on the silkily sheets. “Can I stay in here tonight?” I ask, not looking at Peeta.

I hear his bed creak beneath me as he sits too. “Yeah, ‘course you can.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then he adds, in a much softer voice, “Anytime.”

I wake up to the sun shining into the room, and for a moment, I forget entirely where I am, and what’s about to happen. I just sink into the pillows and close my eyes.

Then, I remember. The Games are today.

“Hey, you,” a voice says behind me, and I roll over in surprise. Peeta.

“Morning,” I say back, for some reason grateful he’s here. Having a familiar face to wake up to is much nicer than rising alone, facing the Games all by myself.

“Todays the day, huh?” Peeta asks, sitting up and frowning a little.

“Guess so,” I reply, rolling back over to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t want to get up.”

Peeta laughs, and it’s a pretty sound. Too pretty for such an awful day.

There’s a knock on our door, and Effie’s voice filters through: “Het up you two, it’s going to be a big, big, big day!”

“How does she know I'm here?” I ask, sitting up straight.

Peeta shrugs. “The Capitol has a crap ton of cameras, y/n.”

I roll my eyes in annoyance. Do they really need to know every single thing about us, before we die? It’s all so ridiculous I almost have to laugh.

“I’d better go get ready and stuff,” I tell him, sliding out of his bed. “Thanks for letting me stay here last night.”

Peeta looks at me for a second, like he’s going to say something big, but just replies with, “See you in the arena.”

“Good luck.” And I’m gone.

“Ten seconds til launch.”

I take a deep breath, feel Cinna’s reassuring squeeze on my shoulder, and I step into the glass tube that will be taking me up into the arena.

“Bye, Cinna,” I half whisper. “Thank you for everything.”

He gives me a smile, that somehow is genuinely caring. “Good luck, my dear girl.”

Something inside the tube clicks, and it slides shut, locking me into my fate. It begins to slowly rise, and so does my anxiety. I come completely out of the tube, and bright, blazing sunlight temporarily blinds me. When I can see again, my throat squeezes in terror and anticipation. All of us are the same distance apart, standing on little pods that I know we can’t step off of without being blown to the sky.

In the middle of the tribute circle is a metal cornucopia, with various weapons and supplies arranged around it, trying to tempt us. I remember Haymitch’s advice to leave it all alone and just run to the woods.

That’s when I remember Peeta. I glance left, seeing a girl from District Seven, I think, who’s also looking in my direction. Beyond her is a tall, dark boy I’ve never really paid attention to other than to get out of his way. I think his name is Thresh.

I squint, frantically trying to locate Peeta. I finally spot him, the farthest tribute I can see to my right. He’s already got his eyes on me, and is shaking his head. Why? What’s he trying to tell me?

Suddenly, the bell is sounding, and there’s a flash of movement as the tributes all simultaneously leave their pedestals, most heading right for the cornucopia. I freeze, my body not reacting at all. I force myself to move, running in just close enough to snatch up a small blue backpack, and then I sprint in Peeta’s direction. I just manage to catch a glimpse of him disappearing into the woods, so I head that way.

About an hour later, I still haven’t caught up to Peeta, or seen any other tributes. Sounds of the bloodbath behind me have faded away now, and nothing but the occasional animal or bird or wind sounds now echo through the forest.

It would almost be peaceful, if I wasn’t where I was.

Then, out of absolutely nowhere, someone grabs my arm from behind. I let out a scream, and a hand slaps over my mouth. I struggle, but I’m not strong at the best of times.

“Calm down!” It’s Peeta’s voice. “It’s just me, y/n, jeez.”

I twist him off me and whirl to face him. My glare is almost enough to murder him right then and there. “Don’t scare me like that!” I hiss. “You idiot!” I hit him, half out of the fear bubbling inside of me and half out of relief he’s here and alive and with me.

“Sorry, my love,” Peeta replies, cracking a flirtatious smile. “I won’t do it again.”

I narrow my eyes at him, half annoyed and half embarrassed at how much relief is flooding inside of me at this sight of him, alive and well and here.

“Allies?” Peeta asks.

A laugh bubbles up, and surprises both of us. Peeta laughs too, but then shushes me. “Let’s not get killed just yet, okay?” he suggests. “I’d like to hang out with the love of my life first.”

And for some reason, I don’t even disagree.

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Unspoken

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions cheating (?), jealousy, language

Summary: You and Sirius were friends, the best of friends, lovers? There's a thin line between love and being in love with your best friend, it seems like everyone knew, but the two of you.

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“Alright, Y/n?”

James’ familiar accent practically shouted as he slid into the seat next to you, tugging the ends of your loose hair.

“Merlin, James!” You clutched your chest, startled by the sudden interruption. You were enraptured in your History of Magic assignment and the library had been so quiet before. “A little warning next time, maybe.”

“I am the warning,” He smiled slyly, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding Pads like the plague.”

“Nothing is wrong with me, it’s only been four days for god’s sake,” You rolled your eyes.

His eyes widened, “I didn’t know it’d been that long or I’d have checked in sooner, Four days is a lifetime for the two of you.”

“You both are so dramatic.”

“Says you who won’t even tell your best friend why you’re not talking to your lover boy.”

You glare at the boy who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, “Now, you know damn well you’re not my best friend and for the millionth time me and Sirius are just friends.”

You slam the textbook you were reading closed and packed it in your bag, moving out of your chair and walking away. James followed closely behind.

“I’ll have you know we’ve been friends for longer than the lot of them,” He referred to the rest of the Marauders and the girls. “You should be able to trust me.”

“You asked me for homework twice before I’ve had a conversation with Sirius or the others, that does not mean we’ve been friends for longer, that just means you're a slick prick.”

“I’m gonna pretend your words don’t sting, L/n, but I’m begging you-” He blocked the door to exit the Library. “Tell me why you aren’t speaking to the poor lad.”

You crossed your arms, frustrated, “The moment I tell you, you’re gonna be off tattling to Sirius.”

“I promise I won’t,” He spoke in a serious tone and you looked at him with a stern face. “Cross my heart.”

You had no reason to be ignoring Sirius the way that you had been, not really. After all, you were just friends- friends don’t get mad when friends kiss other people at a party. It was petty of you to have kept it going for this long but you were hurt.

Also, between you and Sirius, you were always a little more than just friends.

Nothing about the two of you was platonic and yet no physical act indicated that you were in a romantic relationship. It was known, it went unsaid, he was yours and you were his.

For years, it was an ongoing dance of lingering stares and near touches. As if the act of an embrace or a simple handshake will combust the carefully constructed invisible wall that you both had built on your friendship. It went unsaid that though you weren’t together- you are. Despite both of you being insistent on the status of your relationship as being just friends.

“He was with someone else at the party,” You confessed.

James scoffed disbelieving, “No he wasn’t.”

Your eyes narrowed, he definitely was- you saw it with your own two eyes, granted you were slightly inebriated but you couldn’t have conjured the image in your mind. If he didn’t trust your word it was fine by you, “Ask Remus if you don’t believe me then.”

“That’s why he hasn’t been in an uproar about this,” He placed his hands on his hips. “Right well, in that case, Pads was very likely drunk.”

“And this is why I didn’t want to talk to you,” You shove past him finally. “You’re always going to defend him, no matter what Sirius can do no wrong.”

“Forgive me if I don’t think Sirius would do such a thing, he’s absolutely mad for you Y/n, you have to know that.”

You paused in the middle of the hall, you bit your lip in thought and shook your head. “He’s not mine, James, it doesn’t matter what he does.”

~~~

When the Gryffindors threw a party celebrating the final win of the Quidditch season, all houses were invited, and you lost him in the crowd. Some part of you knew.

You felt the betrayal deep in your gut, though he would never do anything to hurt you willingly, a part of you felt like it was inevitable. That was the reason you held out for so long. Life was unpredictable and everything could fall apart in a second.

A girl hung around his neck, he looked stunned but smiled droopily barely opening his eyes before leaning into her again.

All the protection you formed around you had crumbled, your heart was shredded with sharp razors and the room was caving in. You shoved through the barricade of people cheering and dancing. You needed air, now.

You clutched your chest as you felt a pain come from your sternum, you couldn’t remember the last time you cried, this would be breaking the uncounted streak. You stumbled, dropping the firewhiskey-filled cup on a table nearby, and ran to a bucket of trash, throwing up the contents of an empty stomach.

Sirius warned you to eat and drink water ahead of time, the last thing you ate was breakfast 12 hours ago, the memory of Sirius made it so much easier for your upset stomach to clear out.

Gentle hands pulled the few strands of hair that fell out of our weak grasp, from your peripheral you saw Remus’ brown sweater sleeve. You heaved into the trash bucket, “Rem.”

“You’re alright, Y/n/n,” He rubbed smooth circles on your back.

“I think I’m gonna die,” Your eyes tear up from the sting in your throat and because of what you just witnessed.

Remus tsked, softly pulling you up from your kneeling position, “Up you go, love.”

You whimpered slightly, you were in a corner hovered over but more than a few people definitely see you spill your guts into the can you held close, this was going to be embarrassing tomorrow. Hopefully, no one was sober enough to remember seeing you this way.

“I’ll take you to my dorm to rest a little before I find Sirius and he can walk you to yours-”

You shook your head in protest, “No, I can’t. Get Lily.” Sirius could potentially bring his conquest up to the room and you didn’t want to see more than you already have.

He tilted his head in confusion, you weren’t up to explaining it to him right now so you insisted you both find Lily together.

“Weren’t you together?” He asked, his hand was on the small of your back, guiding you around like a lost child looking for their mother.

“He went to get me a drink, I was with Marlene, next thing I knew I was throwing up.”

“So why can’t we just find Sirius?”

“Later, Remus, I can barely fucking stand right now.” You held onto his shoulder as he walked you a couple of steps up the stairs to the boy's dorm so you both can get a better view of where Lily was.

You caught sight of her fiery red hair, giggling at whatever James spoke into her ear.

“Wait, here-” Remus steadied you on the wall as he went to pull Lily away from his flirty friend.

What was worse was that you saw Sirius searching the crowd, presumably for you, thankfully you were hidden from view. He found James who had pouted the moment Lily walked away with Remus, he stressfully ran a hand through his hair.

Your vision was blurry, the room felt like it was spinning and you weren’t sure if leaning against the wall was helping your nausea.

Lily and Remus had managed to get you to your dorm as efficiently as they could that night. The next morning you spent the day in your dorm, Saturday was spent avoiding Sirius, Sunday you went to Hogsmeade and Monday was the only day where you had no classes with him but during meal times you had barely said a handful of words to him.

~~~

Transfiguration class was busy and stressful with what Professor McGonagall had assigned. A full description of what was learned in class today, caused by the disruption of the lovely boys you called friends. James and Sirius wouldn’t stop interrupting class with their jokes which made everyone laugh but eventually, Mcgonagoll got fed up giving them warnings.

When she was over with her lecture, she told the class to have the essay ready by the end of class, there were only 30 mintues left.

You felt a poke on your side, you ignored it and continued with your paper. Another sharp poke stabbed harshly into your ribs, you slammed the quill onto your desk and turned to face your assailant.

The silver eyed Gryffindor was smirking into his hand that held his chin while he held onto the tip of the wand, handle side pointed at you.

“What?” You whisper shouted at him.

“Was hoping you could help me with my work?” He whispered softly to you with a charming smile that normally made you melt eased onto his features. You held strong, “No.”

His brows furrowed and a faux frown replaced it, “But darling-”

“No, Sirius.” You scribbled angrily on your paper. You were almost done with the essay, you just need a couple more sentences for it to be acceptable for Mcgonagoll. “You got yourself and everybody else into this mess, you get yourself out of it.”

He groaned a little too loudly earning him a look from the Professor, he sat up straighter and leaned closer to you, you both shared a desk and he already sat so close that your elbows would accidentally brush when writing notes or shifting in your seat. You could feel his heartbeat as his chest was touching your arm, his head was tilted to see your face but it was hidden by your hair.

You pretended you couldn’t feel him or the heat that was rising in your cheeks, with a finger he lifted the curtain of hair blocking your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Please?”

You shot out of your seat making the chair scrape against the floor as you got out of it. You walked up to Mcgonagoll’s desk, handing her the paper and asking her if you could be excused.

~~~

When each of the rest of your classes ended that day Sirius was waiting for you at the door, he took the books out of your arms and walked you to the next one before going to his. During meal times he had his arm around your shoulder like it was something natural for him. It wasn’t even the casual loose arm around the shoulder, it was him pulling you so close that your head was forced to lean against his neck.

Not that you hated it, in fact, your traitorous heart lept in joy at every inch of attention he was giving you. Every now and again, your brain would pop in and remind you of the incident at the party that was the only thing you seemed to remember and your body would tense. The moment he felt you tense up he let you go, which ruined those perfect moments.

Each day something more was added. It made your body tingle in excitement at how it remembered Sirius’ burning touch. His arm, his leg, his fingers- his lips. Nowhere near your lips and it made you yearn for the feel of them.

At breakfast, he kissed your temple in greeting.

In class, if you had one together (he would always sit with you) his arm would be around your chair, and not only would he play with your hair but when he would stop, he pulled you into his side, tracing his fingers along your arm.

In the common room, if you were sitting next to each other on the couch, he pulled your legs onto his lap and traced the same patterns that he would in class.

After the Quidditch game this weekend against Ravenclaw, Gryffindor won and Sirius pulled you in a sweaty hug, twirling you in his arms. Once he set you down, the way he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in you thought he was going to kiss you- instead, he kissed both of your cheeks.

The party that weekend wasn’t as big, most everyone from the last one still recovering but Sirius stayed by your side the whole night. It was half the crowd from last time but Sirius made it his sole mission to scare off any guys who weren’t in your inner circle.

You had to admit that this party made you think of the last one and it wouldn’t budge from your thoughts until you had enough liquor in you that you didn’t care.

Sirius held you close by your waist as you danced to Killer Queen by Queen, your back was against his chest, and in your tipsy state your head laid back against his heart as you swayed in an upbeat motion to the tune of the song. You and Sirius were singing along to the lyrics annoyingly to your friends.

By the end of the night, you didn’t know how much you could take of this before you exploded. You went back and forth between loving the attention and running from it, you weren't sure who was playing with your feelings more, him or you.

~~~

This went on for a week, by the evening of the next Monday, you needed to put a stop to this before your feelings overwhelm you. During this time, you've debated on what caused the sudden change in affection and the only logical reason you could think of was James.

“James Fleamont Potter!” You marched into the Gryffindor common room, straight to where Lily was surrounded by books on a desk, the boy you were looking for in a seat right beside her- no doubt attempting to woo the poor girl who was just trying to study. She pretended to be bothered by him, you knew the truth but none of that mattered at the moment.

Apparently, he didn’t hear so went around the desk and dragged him up from his seat by his collar and cornered him on the wall behind the desk.

“You told him, you told Sirius and now he’s acting different!” Your forearm was on his throat, he glanced down at his wand. “Try it and I’ll jinx you so hard you won’t be able to turn into a stag for a long, long while.”

He gulped as he looked down onto your furious face, “I would never!”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Remus held a bewildered expression once he came down the steps of the boy's dorms. You glared at James, releasing your hold on him and taking a couple of steps back.

You pointed at the boy who was rubbing his neck, “He told Sirius about the party!”

“I did not, I swore I wouldn’t-”

“Liar!”

You and James bickered for several seconds, both of you not hearing the other until Lily slammed her textbook loudly.

“Enough,” She shouted, “Both of you are behaving like children!”

“She started it,” James muttered. You huffed, “I hate you.”

“You know what? Maybe he’s acting different because you can’t even look him in the eye when you speak to ‘im and trying to get you to pay attention to him, you loon.” James blurted out and finished off his statement with his arms crossed.

Remus took a step in your direction and asked you in a careful tone, “Y/n, would it really be so bad if Sirius knew?”

“If I knew what?”

The subject of discussion just walked through the portrait, your heart stopped at the thought of him possibly hearing your entire conversation. Nobody said anything but you felt everyone’s eyes on you, you only held onto Remus' stare and walked up to the girl's dormitories, not wanting to deal with this mess.

The way he was acting differently was the way he was being more physical with you. The tuck behind your ear, the wrapping of his arm around your shoulders, the caressing of your face for you to look him in the eye. Something you’ve avoided since the incident.

Physical touch was something that you and Sirius didn’t do. To touch each other for something other than comfort in a time of need, was an admission of something that was unspoken. Those careful touches were full of care, admiration, and love. As if you could ever touch each other with meaning less than that.

It was so simple that it was never done unless one of you was hurting, or if it was necessary for a task.

The accidental brush of fingers was the one that sent a spark up your spine. His pinky would twitch against yours, or yours against his and you both knew but that was the most that either of you would allow.

There were times were he would have his arm around your chair, and he would play with the ends of your hair, never actually touching you.

The only time that was an exception was when Sirius did something wrong, in which case he would do what he was doing now and was more physically affectionate. He was a puppy rubbing his head against its owners leg to gain favor for chewing on their owners' shoes. The analogy felt fitting, and that’s what you told Lily when she came to the dorm after you, asking what was wrong.

She laughed heartily, “Well, he’s not called Padfoot for nothing.”

You laid back against the headboard of your bed, “With all these signs, he knows.”

“Those aren’t bad signs, Y/n, it’s quite the opposite actually.” She advocated for Sirius’ behavior, “That’s the equivalent of a man sending flowers to his girlfriend.”

“But I am not his girlfriend”

She sighed, “I’m sure you two have heard this a lot, but you might as well be. This affliction with touch as a way to avoid your feelings doesn’t change that.”

She was right, you knew it- Sirius knew it, there was just something that prevented you and Sirius from taking that step. You felt like it was his fear of commitment and for yourself… as much as you would’ve loved to hear how Sirius feels out loud, what you had with him as friends was safer than ending up with a broken heart.

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Tuesday after classes, the Marauders wanted to go out, but out they meant the Black Lake. Lily suggested a picnic and whatever Lily wanted, James provided.

Remus and Peter set up a large blanket, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary held hands swinging them along while Mary held the basket. Lily and James walked behind them as you and Sirius trailed after.

Sirius halted you by intertwining his hand with yours, you looked up at him in question.

“Can we talk?”

You look over your shoulder at your friends- none of whom were paying any attention in your direction- traitors.

“Sure,” You give him a small smile.

Sirius’ silver eyes intimidated you, his beauty in his tall stature, his style, and his bone structure was pure elegance but his eyes are what you loved the most. They sliced through every rational thought you had and turned your legs into jelly, they held yours so gently it made you want to jump at his every request.

“I know why you’ve been so off with me lately,” He started and leaned his back against the tree with his hands in his front pockets.

Your eyes narrowed, and your eyebrow quirked for him to continue, “Go on.”

“It’s cute actually,” He was playing with you.

“Aren’t you going to tell me why you think I’ve been off?”

He tsked, “Now, where would the fun be in that? I wanna hear you admit it.”

You weren’t going to, “You’re the one who wanted to talk, you admit it.”

He pushed himself off the tree and stepped directly in front of you so that he towered over you, you had to bend your neck upwards to meet his gaze. He held your face in his hands so lightly, it was as if he expected you to break in his grasp.

“I admit to knowing that you saw me kissing that girl at the party, I saw you looking” You turned your head from him- pissed that he knew you were looking while kissing that girl but he snapped your head back to face him. “I was drunk, and she pulled me to kiss her, honestly I think she was wearing your perfume or something ‘cause I thought she was you. It’s not excusable I know but it’s the only one I’ve got, you’ve gotta believe me, dove.”

You didn’t know what to believe, whether you wanted to or not.

He searched your eyes for a reaction but you kept your face calm, the only sign of anything was your eyes flickering between both of his.

“I love you,” Your eyes widened. “I love you more than I’ve ever shown you, Y/n, and that’s all my fault because I should have told you. I can’t even begin to explain how fucking in love with you, I am.”

“Sirius-”

“Y/n.” He slightly shook you in his hands, “I need you to understand, Please. I wanted you to tell me that you loved me too, that it wasn’t just in my head. That you were jealous when you saw her when I should’ve gone after you, I wanted you to tell me that night or this week that you want me just as much as I want you. I was wrong, it was wrong of me,” He sounded breathless.

You couldn’t help it, your eyes flickered to his lips, you didn’t care anymore. His confession unlocked something in you that you just wanted to feel his lips finally, adoration filled your chest and any doubts about confessing were gone. He leaned down so that his forehead pressed against yours and your noses brushed, it was teasing.

He didn’t stop you when you nudged your nose against his and finally kissed him. It was a long, passionate, desperate kiss that left you desperate. Sirius turned his head and brought you so incredibly close, the kiss deepened and a heat rose from your body.

You smiled in the kiss and how long it’s been, you pulled away, your eyes filled with a new light, and you pecked his lips, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” He kissed you some more before you joined your friends who didn’t bother to hide their cheeky smiles.

“How much did you guys hear?” You asked as you sat and leaned against Sirius on the blanket.

James’ smile widened with mischievousness, “Everything.”

The rest of them nodded and continued their conversations, as mid-afternoon turned to night, you and Sirius were the only ones left behind with the food as the others went out onto the dock, play fighting you saw James get tossed into the water by Remus.

“I know we weren’t into labels before, but I’d like to make it known that you’re my mine now,” Sirius whispered in your ear.

His words sent shivers down your spine, “Oh is that so?”

“You were as good as mine, Y/n,” Sirius confessed. “I was the idiot that didn’t make it clear enough to let you know how much I want you as my girlfriend.”

“And this is you asking,” You said it more as a statement.

“Unless you don’t want to be which is hardly believable with the way you kissed me earlier- honestly, Y/n- you’re quite the kisser, I always knew you would be but Merlin,” He spoke with an exaggeration to compete with James’ dramatics.

You lifted your body from him, sat on your knees, and straddled his legs, crawling up to meet him, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

He chuckled, grabbing onto your hips “My little temptress,” He stroked his thumb against your cheek lovingly, kissing you softly.

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alpha! steve rogers is in heat and he wants his omega shield nurse, readee to take care of it

thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write.

summary - steve starts his rut and asks for help.

warning - smut, filthy smut, maybe some fluff? alpha and omega terms.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

‘Fuck’, Steve groans as he feels his rut coming on. His skin is heating up, sweat rolling down his forehead, cock straining against his boxers. “F.R.I.D.A.Y”, Steve pants out, “Yes, Captain Rogers? Shall I call for someone? Your vitals are spiking extremely high.” Steve closes his eyes for a second, “no, just lock my room down, I’m starting my rut, and I want to be alone.” He groans loudly, not hearing anything back. Steve rolls over and closes his eyes, trying to get some sleep.

But he can’t because all Steve can think about is the newest addition to SHIELD, the cutest little Omega he’s ever seen, Steve met her when he went down after a mission to get his daily check, and there she was. His Omega was a new nurse there, he’s never made a move, but it doesn’t stop him from fawning over her.

Steve’s head is filled with images of Y/n. First, it’s her face, what she’d look like when he’s splitting her in half with his cock, and how her lips would look wrapped around it. Steve groans when he thinks of how innocent she’d look, looking up at him, then he starts to imagine her wearing a cute nurse costume, too short to be appropriate for work, but Steve would bend her over his lap and spank her for teasing him. Before ripping off the soaked knickers, she’d have on and shoving his massive cock inside of her tiny hole.

His cock twitches when he thinks of knotting her, breeding her. How she’d look carrying his pups, “FUCK” his hand slips down, and he wraps it around himself, squeezing before using his pre-cum as lube and slowly stroking himself. He pictures you on top of him, the little gasps and moans leaving your mouth as he slips inside you, grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock.

He’s close. Steve can feel that he’s about to explode. Stroking up and down faster, squeezing every now and then, he roars before cum shoots out of the tip. Panting, he lays there, but then the heat starts again. Steve can feel his cock standing tall. His nostrils flare, and his cock twitches. Your scent fills his being. The smell comes closer, causing his mind to become fuzzy.

There’s a knock at the door, “Captian Rogers? F.R.I.D.A.Y informed me that you needed me?” His eyes grow wide, ‘fuck, I must have said her name at some point for F.R.I.D.A.Y to call her, shit….’ “Captain? I can go and grab someone if you need help?” He can hear some disappointment in your voice when you mention getting someone else.

He quickly cleans up before putting a blanket on himself, “F.R.I.D.A.Y, please let miss l/n in.” His heart starts beating faster when the door opens, and you walk in, dressed in an innocent-looking white dress. The image burns into his mind. Innocent eyes stare at him. Your scent drives him insane, and he can feel the Alpha inside of him, wanting to be let out and destroy the cute little Omega, wanting to mark her, breed her.

“Oh my god, Captain Rogers, are you okay?” Y/n rushes over and feels his forehead, “you’re so hot, I mean…. Not in that way… not that you aren’t, but I meant….” Steve cuts her off with a pained chuckle, “It’s okay. I know what you meant. It’s just my rut, hun. I hate to admit it, but I need help this time….” He fakes sad, “oh… I can go and get someone.” She starts to back up, but he grabs her, “no… no one else, can you please help?” He pleads, giving her his puppy dog eyes.

“Uhm… okay, how can I help?” She bites her lip, looking at him with wide eyes. Steve grabs the blanket and flips it off. His massive cock stands proudly, the tip leaking. It twitches at the gasp you let out. “I just need the pain to go away, Omega. You will help me, won’t you?” He uses his Alpha voice as he speaks.

“Y-yes, Capta-...” Steve cuts her off, “Alpha.” She stares with wide eyes, “w-what?” He strokes her cheek, “you will address me as Alpha.” He raises a brow.

“Y-yes, A-alpha, I’ll try my best to help.” Steve smiles at her obedience, “good, Omega.” The Omega inside her is happy, that Alpha is satisfied with us, causing slick to gather between our thighs. Steve catches the scent of it and growls. Something snaps inside of him, and all rational thoughts fly out of the window. His plan of getting her to come to him slowly and not scaring her so early on goes.

Grabbing her, he flips so that she’s underneath him, nose burying into her neck as Steve scents her. His pupils are blown wide with lust. Cock brushes against her thighs, so close to where they both want it. “You're going to help your Alpha, aren’t you, baby girl?” Eyes still wide and slightly panicked at how fast everything is happening, he squeezes your hip. Nodding, “yes, Alpha.”

“Good girl, just relax, baby. I’ll make you feel good.” He kisses her neck, causing tingles to run through Y/n’s body, heading straight to her core. The Omega inside of her whines, begging her to let the giant Alpha mark her and breed her. Steve lifts the dress above her hips, running a hand up her thigh and close to her soaked knickers.

He yanks the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts. His lips wrap around her nipples, sucking, licking and biting. Causing mewls to leave her, the hand on her thigh was now rubbing her through her knickers. Rubbing her swollen clit, Steve growls. “I want to taste you, little Omega, but I can’t wait to be inside of you…. I’ll taste you after, " he mumbles the last part to himself.

Ripping the underwear off of you, he rubs you, slowly sliding a finger in and then another until there are four inside, stretching you out for his cock. He slowly thrusts them in and out before curling them upwards and watching your back arch with hooded eyes. Taking his fingers out, Steve brings them up to his mouth and sucks your juices off of them, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste.

“Fuck… I think I’m in heaven. You taste divine, my little Omega, and when I mark you, I’ll have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And you won’t be able to stop me.” He growls while lining his cock up to her entrance. Steve looks down at the Omega underneath him. Eyes completely dazed, a fucked out look on her face, pouty lips all swollen from her biting them at times, he leans down and kisses her, sharing the taste of her juices.

As he kisses her, he slips inside. Steve grunts at the resistance he’s met with. Y/n’s eyes roll back into her head, the stretch sending pain and pleasure through her whole body. Her nails dig into Steve’s arms, gasps escaping her as he continues to push through. Once he bottoms out, Steve takes a second. Letting her adjust and trying not to cum from her warm walls wrapped tightly around his thick cock.

He opens his eyes and finds her staring at him. They both stare into each other's eyes before he pulls out, only to push back in, he starts to set a rhythm, going slow at first to gauge her reaction, and when he sees it’s good, Steve grabs onto the headboard before thrusting deep and fast into her tight cunt.

“Fuck! Fuck! You feel so good, little Omega. I’m not– fuck letting you go after this. You’re mine!” He growls, slamming into her. Finding her sweet spot and abusing it with his cock. Steve reaches his other hand down and starts to rub her clit, feeling her tighten around him, causing him to let out a deep moan. “You going to cum, baby? Go on, cum for your Alpha…. CUM!” As the words leave his mouth, her walls tighten around him, both trying to suck him in deeper or push him out as her walls spasm around his cock.

Steve feels her cum around him, squirting all over his cock and lower half. He flips them around, cock still deep inside her as she tries to come back down. He grips her hips tightly, slamming her down onto him, thrusting up roughly, letting the beast inside of him free. She reaches down and tries to grasp onto his shoulders for balance, one hand still on her hip. Steve grabs the back of her neck and pulls her down, attacking her lips with his.

Steve wraps an arm around her waist and pounds into her sweet cunt. His lips trail down to her neck, biting down on her mating gland. Breaking skin, her sweet blood enters his mouth, screams and moans leave her lips, chanting “Alpha”, her brain fucked out from how good his cock feels inside her.

Steve grips her hips with both hands, pushing y/n back onto his cock as he thrusts up. Y/n’s back arches, and she screams. Pussy spasming around his cock wildly, the feeling of her walls pulsing aggressively around him makes him cum deep inside her. Her small hole overflows with his seed, setting off another orgasm. “I can’t wait till you’re pregnant with my pups, and if you don’t get pregnant instantly, I’ll just keep filling you until you do,” Steve growls, still thrusting into her.

Hooded eyes look down at him, “Fill me with your pups, please, Alpha. Breed me.” She whines. Steve grins widely at his little Omega, “don’t worry, baby girl, we have all night.”

And he wasn’t lying. All night and even through to the morning, he managed to eat her out, fuck her in many different positions, filling her to the brim each time, finger her and make her choke on his cock many times.

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lillysbigwilly · 1 year

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gf!abby headcanons

not a fan of PDA due to the image she had built for herself but will NEVER deny her sweet gf of a kiss in front of people

early mornings with abby where the best, cuddling as the rising sun seeped into the room you holed yourself up in

i feel like dates with abby would be extremely cliche, picnic watching the sunset or something like that

braiding her hair!!! your the only other person allowed to do her hair

idc how many people say this girl is a top i will forever picture her as a bottom, still the dominant one but loves seeing her girl on top

if you wore makeup she would defo be the person that lays on the bed, you straddling her lap as you dolled her up. she’d say she hated it but she loved being close to you

reading dates!! the two of you with books in hands, opposite ends of a couch and reading quietly. your legs draped over her lap and her free hand on the skin of your calf

she has NO shame. when you’ve been together for a long time she will openly make out with you wherever you are. doesn’t matter who’s around and who sees.

you would be the ONLY one to witness her soft side.

like imagine patrolling and coming across some stray dogs and abby just falls in love with them whilst playing with them

would 1000% tease the shit out of you, gentle brushes against your bum as she walks by, hands on your hips as she scooches past you. butterflies i’m telling ya.

‘can’t wait to get home pretty girl, your all mine aren’t ya’

#the last of us #fanfic #wlw #tlou2 #headcanon #abby anderson #abby anderson headcanons #abby tlou #tlou2 abby #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader

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ldouble · 1 year

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Safe House | Bucky Barnes x Reader

gif not mine

summary: Bucky takes care of you as best he can at a safe house

fluff, mentions of blood/injury, slow burn but cute :)

“I never thought I’d see the day a super soldier couldn’t body slam a door.”

Bucky grumbled, before giving some side eye.

Your head rolled back so it was flat against the wall. The very wall you’d been leaning against for what felt like years. You didn’t deserve the attitude. You’d followed him here, to this supposed safe house, without a peep. The least you could comment on was him not using the one skill you knew he had.

You didn’t trust him when he said he knew a place. Now you couldn’t trust him to open a god damn door.

You opened your mouth to tell him about his one job, when a sharp pain erupted in your side.

The pain was a not so gentle reminder of why you were locked outside an unknown apartment.

You’d gotten caught. The mission had gone bad and you had ended up injured and on the ground. It took firing off the rest of your rounds over Bucky’s shoulder. You wouldn’t have been able to run away fast enough. It took a carry from him the stashed grenade you kept for emergencies.

No comms. No weapons. And a whole lot of hurt.

And a door that couldn’t be opened by a former honorary Avenger.

“If I shoulder it off its hinges, I won’t be able to close it.” Bucky said to the doorknob that he stared down. “Kind of defeats the point of a safe house.”

His blue eyes were focused. So clear you found yourself focusing a little too much on them when it was the matter at hand that needed attention.

“Not getting in beats the house part.” You nudged him out of the way and replaced his stance.

“You alright?”

“Fine.” You said between gritted teeth. You weren’t. You were hurt. More badly than you’d want to admit. For some reason you didn’t want to show weakness in front of him. You two were unofficial partners but for some reason showing him you needed help as a non-starter.

The lock clicked open - loud enough that you hoped it masked the grunt you made when standing up.

Your disappointment in the interior couldn’t be coveredd by the sound of the door shutting.

Two steps in and you were past the small kitchen and into the living room turned bedroom. A bare mattress laid on the pull out couch that stared at an old dresser. The cracked mirror that sat atop it distorted the image in front of you almost made you believe this was all a dream. But another wave of pain reminding you this was all very, very real. Then again, maybe you had lost enough blood to be seeing things.

“Never said it was the Ritz.” Bucky said once the security guard was locked.

“Didn’t expect it to be.” Again, you said through tight lips.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

Bucky strutted toward you - a mere three steps with his large stride and the small room - and before you knew it your shirt was being lifted up. He looked larger than life in such a small space. It didn’t freak you out like it should have. Instead, you were comforted knowing there was little place he didn’t take up.

“Hey!”

“Bullet wound.” He twisted you around quickly. You wouldn’t have minded if the action hadn’t include him touching the very wound he just commented on. “In and out. That’s good.”

“Ah, yes, something good.” You winced.

“Come on.”

You tried to resist but there was no use. All the strength he didn’t have at the door he regained - lifting you like you weighed nothing.

He sat you on the closed toilet before rifling under the sink.

“Aren’t safe houses supposed to have first aid kits?” He grumbled.

“I don’t think this place would pass the standard.”

He disappeared and you felt your whole body both stiffen and relax. You had some room to breathe but without him near you felt less safe.

Ok. Too much blood loss. You were thinking more about Bucky than you ever had in all your time knowing him. Maybe it wasn’t blood loss. Could you chalk it up to the creeps of this so called safe house?

“Hold this. Grab that.”

“I thought I was the patient.” You chuckled which only made it hurt more.

“Yeah and you’re gonna be dead soon if you don’t listen.” Bucky said as he wiped off cobwebs from the first aid kit. His tone didn’t leave any room for suggestion. You hadn’t heard him be that dry ever - not even with Steve.

Your left hand squeezed the towel he had handed you and th other one found his hand.

“Bucky.”

The desperation in your voice scared even you. If you didn’t hear it yourself, one look at Bucky and you knew this wasn’t good. His eyes had gone nearly white - just like his knuckles as you clasped onto him.

“This hand.” He moved your grasp to the metal arm. “Let me use the human hand to stitch you up.”

“James.”

It’s what Steve called him in only the utmost of serious times. A bullet wound....seemed pretty serious.

Bucky got the message, his eyes doing a quick once over to make sure you weren’t really bleeding out.

“You’re going to be fine.”

You felt his metal hand wrap around yours. It squeezed it to the point of pain that felt good. Any feeling at all was a good sign.

“Okay?”

You didn’t have enough in you to answer so you just nodded as he guided you. He stood to lean your head against the wall, soothing you by wiping your sticky hair off your forehead. When you felt him struggling to calm you down and prepare to play doctor, you moved your hand to his grip his shirt.

He paused, looking down at you.

“You didn't bring me a towel to bite down on.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“Hey.”

One eye peaked up at him but that wasn’t enough.

“You’re going to be fine. You’re safe.”

He meant it. You felt it.

And then you felt an incredible amount of pain. But his comforting words seemed to take the edge off.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 month

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No. 24 She's mean and she's mine for Fbi most wanted Remy. TIA

Companion piece to Sober (NSFW) - Remy realises you have issues with soberiety.

You don’t hide your addiction from Remy. You talk about it openly with him. He knows that you got hooked undercover, that you used coke and booze to cope. You’d been in a spiral for a couple of years before Jubal had forced you to confront the problem. By the time you’d met him you’d been sober for three years.

“I was a mean drunk Remy.” You’d told him as you made tea in his kitchen. “I burned through all my friends, my family. It took me a long time to make amends.”

He knows how isolated you’d become, how you’d pushed people away in the throes of your addiction. It made it easier to reconcile the drinking. He had kissed away the shame that crept up your cheeks, whispered the sweetest reassurances against your skin as he held you close.

“You’re bigger than your addiction.” He had reminded you. “You aren’t the same person you were back then.”

It’s true, Remy believes that with every single fibre of his being. The job you do, it may be high pressure but you know your triggers, you manage it well. Which is why he’s surprised when your brother sends him a 911 text to discuss his concerns about you.

“She’s drinking again.” Henry informs him as he sits across from Remy at the coffeeshop a few doors down from 26 Fed. “I saw her in a club a couple of days ago, she had a glass in her hand and she was with another guy. I’m sorry Remy but this is what it was like last time…”

Remy holds his hand up to silence the other man as he struggles to process the information. He admits he’s been busy over the past few weeks, Wyoming, Richmond, Bethesda but when he has been home he’s been attentive. He would know if something was going on with you. As for another man being on the scene, he doesn’t understand when you would even have the time, let alone the inclination. Remy’s pretty confident in his ability to keep you satisfied.

“What did he look like?” He asks Henry and the other man withdraws his phone from his jacket pocket.

“I took a picture.” He says before pushing the device towards Remy. “In case you needed proof.”

It’s a image of you and a man he knows well. You’re standing alongside each other at a bar. His hand is on your lower back, almost protectively. There’s a glass in your hand, a cocktail with a cherry sticking out of it. You’re wearing a cobalt blue dress, one that clings to your form. It’s that dress that makes everything click into place for Remy, that makes him take another at the glass in your hand.

“She’s not drinking again.” He says quietly before he zooms in on the glass and tilts the phone back towards Henry. “It’s a Shirley Temple, a non-alcoholic cocktail, it’s grenadine and ginger ale. It’s what she drinks when she’s on UC ops so that she blends in and that guy she’s with? His name is Omar Zidan, he’s her partner.”

Remy remembers that night well because he’d barely been able to keep his hands off you when you’d stepped out of the bedroom wearing dress. You’d been interrupted by OA’s arrival, the younger man had joked about having Cinderella back by midnight. When you’d slinked in at one am, you’d been sober as a judge and ready for a little play. He’d made love with you in the bed you shared until the sun came up.

“You don’t have to worry about her.” He reassures Henry. “Your sister, she’s solid.”

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thewriterg · 1 year

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♡︎𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲♡︎

pairing(s): Two Bit Matthews x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x twin!reader, Curtis Gang x reader

Summary: Dating Two-bit was a roller costar and it takes for you to step into a trap to finally snap watching the chaos in the Curtis household was the best revenge you could get.

Word count: 1.1k

Request(s): Can I request Curtis gang x reader where Y/N starts a prank war by drawing dicks on Two-Bit's back windshield with window chalk and not telling anyone they did it. —anon

Warning(s): Overprotective siblings, mentions of Slyvia, prank wars, sarcastic reader, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIFs aren’t mine— Okay so I just choose Gn reader bc this one didn’t specify and this was so fun to write! And ofc I put a little too much backstory into a simple image but that’s what makes me me lol

The stupid war had started with Steve and Soda something about Soda taking a part away from Steve’s car causing it to malfunction that you couldn’t be bothered to care about

Actually you were never one to care about such petty things such as the wars the boys had found their self finding being Dally’s sibling you were actually more alike than you both were willing to admit

Or even how you were both overly protective over one another Dally being twenty minutes older than you and didn’t quite let you forget it especially when you had revealed that you a Two-bit were in a relationship

But you were no different neither of you were ones to get in relationships and even when it came to your flings or one night-stands you didn’t let up and when it came to Slyvia breaking your brothers heart you didn’t take it lightly

Let’s just say things were damaged. Car windows smashed. Tires slashed. Houses were egged, tp’d, and spray painted. Just utter chaos but what more could you expect from a Winston

It took Dal some time to warm up to Two not because of the fact he didn’t know him but being in denial of one of the guys your guys dating his sibling

But you ended up having a heart to heart semi screaming match and Dally finally gave you both his blessing not that you were going to act as if your relationship depended on it you were stubborn. It was just you Winston way but it was still nice to have your brothers approval

Now you were here drawing some pretty good looking dicks on your boyfriends cars windshield in the early hours of the morning with some white a black chalk you had stole picked up from the Markets window that they used to advertise weekly sales

Now how you got yourself in this position was quite simple

💌💌💌💌

You were getting ready for work in the early hours of morning as everyone slept soundly in Curtis household everyone had slept over making themselves comfortable on the floor, sharing the couch, or even in Darry chair that wasn’t at comfortable as he claimed

You and Two-bit had shared the couch with many groans and complaints from Dally and Pony occasionally joining in on the teasing

Johnny and Ponyboy had shared his bed because Soda had insisted staying up with Steve to play Cards they made themselves a comfortable pallet fort of pillow Darry slept in his own bed per usual and blankets on the floor while Dallas slept in the recliner chair

You were the only one who had to go to work that day a quick four hour shift you had no one to cover now you and your brother usually got by with stealing, lying, very illegal car races, and plain ole betting’s

But you had took the fall for something your dear ole Dal had did and got the choice of five years probation with no drinking and smoking or you could get a part time legal job to show court records something about occupying the access free time you had on your hands that got you into trouble

But it was simple enough you were a cashier at the DX working with Steve and Soda you could care less about the job someone could come in the store threatening to burn it down while stealing every penny from the cash register and you would barely bat an eye

So you’d kiss Two bit on his forehead not one for PDA even if quite literally everyone around you were unconscious snores abruptly bouncing of the walls around the room you’d still settled for what you did before getting in the shower

Getting out you decided to clean up your appearance trimming the ends of your hair that Darry uses taking the access hair sweeping it I to the small trash can that sat next to the side of the sink

You grabbed the old blow dryer under the sink plugging it up into the socket next to the light switch you turned on the switch to be met with a face full of flour that indeed got into every nook and cranny you didn’t even know you had as the sound of the old door connected to the frames hinges got your attention for you to turn and look to get a full view of the living room your boyfriends mouth slightly agape as he along with a fraction of the gang slept peacefully as an idea sprung to your mind

So there you were drawing dicks on your boyfriends truck cracking a few eggs that began to sizzling in Tulsa’s morning heat for good measure before grabbing your bag and walking to work with a smirk on your face in a pep in your step

💌💌💌💌

Opening the door to Curtis household was quite a site to come home to it was only 2:30 in the afternoon still quite early to being seeing what you were

Everyone was in a bunch that formed a lopsided circle yelling and screaming at each other you couldn’t get clear words from the conversation but you didn’t have a rough time figuring what it was about

“What if Y/n/n did it?!? Their the ones up the earliest” Steve stated as all attention shifted toward you while you couldn’t help but roll your eyes

“Oh come on Randle! You’re so desperate to get out of it you’re gonna blame my girl/boy/significant other!? You know they stay out of our shit” Two bit defended you locked eyes with Steve

“And for your information Steven I woke up late this morning and wouldn’t have all that time to do whatever it is you’re talking about.” You added on you were a good liar, a great liar even most people would’ve slipped up and would’ve said something about Twos car but it was getting an oil change and some needed washing at the DX and not in the driveway

You sat on the end of the couch your spot everyone knew not to sit in watching as the gang argued in Chaos hell even Darry did a little hollerin to get his point across. The only who sat off the loop beside you was Johnny sighing for the fifth time In one hour

Being silent and deadly was sooo fun

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Hello!

You can have a story or a headcanon (From your AU, she is great)

Urogi × Extremely calm reader.

Don't know how to explain, they're like, like the sun and the moon. Underwater and cheerful Urogi and a calm, perhaps slow and sleepy reader.

thank you in advance! your blog is one of my favorites <3

AW, this means so much to me! So sweet!

also i’m sorry guys for not posting multiple times a day, my brain is fried and i’m extremely busy ☠️

Urogi with a calm S/O

warnings: none

met him through Aizetsu

you and aizetsu are besties bc u both are extremely calm people and reserved

so whenever you came over to his house, you didn’t expect to see 4 loud and chaotic brothers

zohakuten was relatively quiet until sekido or urogi and karaku pissed him off

the first one to greet to you was urogi

immediately checking you out and trying to figure out who u were

asked if u were aizetsu’s lover

aizetsu said no so fast, he didn’t want to get harassed

urogi was happy on the other hand

“yay! that means they can be mine!”

sekido hit Urogi so hard for saying that

karaku tried to get into your pants a few times but you were like “no! bye!”

you started to befriend urogi and talk to him more, even starting to hang out

even though he is hyper 99.99999% of the time, you enjoy it

he can drive so he takes you everywhere, listening to “Eyes without a face” by Billy Idol

it’s very spiritual tbh

takes you to the beach

will take your instagram photos for you

he’s been trained

shows you his crystals that him and aizetsu collect

whenever you express that you collect crystals too, Urogi goes crazy and needs to absolutely see them which results in bringing him over

your room radiates your energy, sleepy and calm and Urogi realizes how much you are like Aizetsu!

which makes him even more clingy towards you

his energy can sometimes overwhelm you and when you snap at him, he gets so sad and leaves you alone

you feel bad but he’s happy within like 5 seconds

the day that he asks you out is on the beach, the sun is rising and you are watching it

he looks so nervous, you can clearly tell something is up

when you ask him what’s up with him

he pours all of his feelings out to you, expressing how he has liked you since the first day he met you and how he can’t get enough of you

obviously you accept it bc you aren’t dumb, like why would you reject HIM?! He’s so fine and cute and sweet

you are somehow able to deal with his energy most of the time, sometimes you can get overwhelmed but it’s not terrible

he gets REALLY clingy to you, he has to be touching you 24/7 or he has a freak out

whenever you saw the scar on his waist, you were extremely concerned because Urogi casually just said

“oh it’s from when my dad hit me with a beer bottle.”

he completely brushed it off?! like what?!

Urogi doesn’t mind talking about his childhood, he’s indifferent about it

it’s his way of coping with it, he acts like it wasn’t that serious, it’s just how he grew up

he ended up telling you about how he used to get bullied a bunch

and how he struggles with his self image sometimes, he gets really anxious sometimes and doesn’t eat for days but then he’ll end up eating a bunch later on

now it’s your job to get him back on track!

your calm energy relaxes him a bit

if he’s at your house, he is completely calm and sleeps on you

he’s heavy but you aren’t going to push him off

Urogi posts you a lot

he makes you known to everyone

you are referred to as “Urogi’s S/O”

random people will say hi to you in the hallways

urogi LOVES kissing you

everytime he sees you, he has to kiss you

he’s very passionate about it, he usually ends up out of breath

you almost die half the time, he cuts off half your air supply

Urogi is legit obsessed with you

he wants you to be equally as obsessed with him so he looks up love spells online

it works though

i mean he really didn’t need the love spell but man, you got equally obsessed as him

you are so calm that it terrifies him sometimes

if he did something bad, he’s scared that you’re mad

you’re not

Urogi doesn’t handle calm energy too well whenever he thinks they are angry

Urogi is a D2 overthinker when it comes to his S/O

Sekido is a D1 overthinker y’all

Urogi doesn’t think 90% of the time but the 10% goes to you

stresses over gifts and holidays and dates

it’s okay because you already take care of everything and take care of it for Urogi

everyone says you guys are the golden retriever and black cat duo

so that’s what you dressed up for halloween as

even though Urogi wanted to be a bird

tries to compare you to a bird

compliments 24/7

extremely loyal

he is in love with you and you take a lot of his firsts

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because-of-a-friend · 2 years

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How To Fall

MASTERLIST

Thank you anon and @kyuluvrr ! Gosh I don’t even remember when y’all requested these, I feel so terrible about the wait, I just wasn’t sure what to do for this one at all, and I wanted to do it well! So I took this anon request and added extra angst for kyuluvrr, hope you’ll like it!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of insecurity, mentions eating, cursing, an idiotic author who accidentally made herself root for Joshua in this one, let me know if I missed anything! DID NOT PROOF READ

Word Count: 5.6k

Remember that gifs aren’t mine! I always leave the links to the OPs, so if you like the gif, click through and show the creator some love!

Joshua was pretty strict about keeping his work and personal life separate. He always insisted on having a world outside of Seventeen, a world where he didn’t have to worry about his image and how he might come off to others. He cherished the time when he could fully be himself.

You had been anchored firmly in his private life, having met him before his debut. Overtime, you came to know just how firmly he drew lines between his lives. He refused to speak about work, never went out where people would recognize him, and groaned whenever you tried to play a Seventeen song.

He had kept his bandmates behind the work life wall. Despite being such good friends with them, he knew his personal life would be compromised if he brought them into it. He would no longer just be Joshua Hong, but Seventeen’s Joshua.

Which is why the invite to their dorm for a dinner party on Josh’s birthday is an utter surprise.

The fact that you had never met any of the other boys before became a seed in the pit of your stomach that sprouted nothing but anxiety. It was Joshua’s birthday, you wanted everything to go well. You could only hope that meeting his bandmates wouldn’t breed any dislike, conflict, or, god forbid, awkwardness.

...And honestly... you just want people to like you.

You gazed over your reflection in the window of a shop as you made your way to their dorm. You fussed over your sleeves and where your top met your jeans. Your whole outfit that you had left home in with so much confidence, suddenly seems like a trainwreck to you.

No. No.

You reset your hair the way you like and shake your head slightly. There’s no reason to let your anxiety decide the night for you, you decide. Just get there, try your best to be friendly, and whatever happens, happens.

You strut ever so slightly on your way, trying to convince yourself that there’s confidence running in your veins.

It disappears when you finally find yourself sat around a table with your best friend and his bandmates.

You’re practically shrinking in your seat under the volume of their conversation, and your head spins trying to keep up with the speed of it. You take small bites of your food, feeling overly self-concious in your current position.

But Josh-?

Yes, he’s fine, you look over to see. He’s laughing at something Seungkwan said, you’re sure he’s having a good time. That’s what matters. He looks your way for a moment, eyebrows raised in questioning. You nod and smile to assure him: there’s nothing to worry about.

As soon as he looks away, you shrink back down, hoping to just disappear for the night.

“You know,” someone suddenly leans in on your right, “if it gets too overwhelming, you can just ignore them. Trust me, you won’t miss anything life-changing.”

You had no idea who was sitting next to you. You had merely leapt down into an available seat when you arrived, hoping you hadn’t kept them waiting to eat. You turn to see Wonwoo, smiling kindly at you. You let yourself laugh at his joke.

“Sorry we didn’t all introduce ourselves properly earlier, quite rude of us. I’m Wonwoo,” he sticks his hand out.

“Oh no need to worry about formal introductions, it’s a party after all. I’m [Y/N],” you take his waiting hand. His skin is soft and warm, his grip firm but not harsh, and he holds onto you a second longer than you thought he would.

“Well [Y/N], nice to finally put a face to the name. Although I’m sure you know Josh well enough to know-”

“He’s hardly mentioned me at all?” you guess.

“Right, so what is it you do again?”

“Oh right, I’m currently working part-time while in grad school...”

The voices of the other boys fade out. Wonwoo is a perfect distraction, with his gentle voice, simple questions, and warm presence. He speaks with you the rest of the night, making sure you don’t feel left out and even giving you helpful tips on how to connect with the other boys.

After you say your goodbyes to Joshua and make your way home, all you can think about is how his hand felt wrapped around yours.

*****

The next time you have the “privelage” to see the boys, it’s after one of their concerts. Joshua, true to his nature, usually doesn’t acknowledge your presence at their performances. He’ll even make a big show of covering his ears and blocking out your voice if you ever try to compliment him on a show.

Thick, heavy lines between his worlds.

But this time, when he gets your text alerting him of your presence in the crowd, he invites you to stick around and get dinner with him after the show. Once the lights go up in the stadium, you begin to head out with the rest of the crowd, intending to just roam around until Josh texts you but then suddenly, someone is calling your name.

“Excuse me! [Y/N] [L/N]?”

You turn to see a middle-aged man, wearing a black t-shirt with the venue’s logo on it. His lanyard swings wildly back and forth as he waves you down. You trot over to where he leans over the barrier between the floor and the stage.

“Yes, I’m [Y/N] [L/N], how can I help you?”

“I was asked to escort you to the back, Joshua said he would meet you once he’s done getting out of his stage clothes,” the man pushes part of the barrier aside and lets you slip through.

“And back into some other clothes before he comes to see me, I hope,” you joke. The man does not laugh. You decide to follow him in silence, cringing internally the whole way.

The man stops you in a hallway and assures you that he’ll tell Joshua where you are. You bow respectfully and thank him, hoping to have at least one half-decent interaction with the man.

You play on your phone as you lean against the wall of the hallway. The wait ends up being way longer than you thought it would be. You continuously switch your lightstick from one arm to the other, feeling the strap begin to dig into your skin from leaving it dangling for so long. You also begin to alternate bending your legs to prop them against the wall behind you, the exhaustion from the day’s events finally starting to weigh your body down.

“Oh hey there!” a voice, one that you recognize but know isn’t Josh’s, calls to you.

You look up to see Wonwoo standing in front of you. Just a while before he had been in a flashy stage outfit, all tight leather and vivid makeup. But now he’s donning a large hoody, clean face, sparkling eyes, and wide smile.

You straighten yourself out and push off the wall, “Oh, hi Wonwoo!”

“I didn’t realize you were coming tonight!” Wonwoo lets his gaze fall to the floor and kicks his right leg out a little.

“Oh, usually I just leave right after, Joshua you know...” you gesture vaguely in the air and Wonwoo laughs. “But today he asked if I wanted to get dinner after.”

Wonwoo’s eyes brighten even more, “Does that mean you’re coming to dinner with all of us?”

“Oh I didn’t know what Josh had planned-”

“[Y/N]’s coming to dinner with us?!” you turned to see Soonyoung standing nearby. When did he get here?

“Oh, no. I don’t know if I’m-” you try to insist.

“GUYS! [Y/N]’s COMING TO DINNER WITH US!” Soonyoung turns and runs back down the hall.

“Well now I guess you have no choice,” Wonwoo smiles at you before tugging on your sleeve. “C’mon, we should be loading into the vans any moment now.”

You get wedged between Josh and Mingyu on the van ride, Wonwoo had been dragged away by Seungcheol into one of the other cars. You ignore Josh, who only wanted to grumble about how he intended for just the two of you to go to dinner. Instead you actually speak to Mingyu, who had been worn out enough by the concert to speak at a normal volume and pace.

At the restaurant, Wonwoo makes his way back over to you and sits with you and Josh. “Were they too much during the car ride?” he whispers to you.

You shake your head, “Not at all! Me and Mingyu actually had a nice conversation!”

“Well that’s good,” Wonwoo nods.

Sensing an awkward pause coming, you quickly speak up, “I really liked the performance!”

“Oh, yeah?” Wonwoo smiles at you. The way his teeth stick out ever so slightly when he smiles plucks something at the center of your heart.

“Yeah! Josh usually doesn’t let me talk about it,” you nudge your best friend with your elbow, ignoring his immediate claim that you’re lying. “But, I think you guys are really great at what you do!”

“So which song was your favorite?”

You find yourself once again depending on Wonwoo for conversation on a night out with the boys. But it’s not so bad. In fact, you’re finding yourself being naturally pulled towards him. You can’t help but fawn over the way he catches your sleeve before it falls in your food, or how he asks you a question and genuinely listens to your answer, or the way he makes sure your water glass is full by filling it with the pitcher at the table.

“Ok everyone, say your goodbyes to [Y/N], I’m giving them a ride home,” Joshua pulls you away from the group as you exit the restaurant.

Soonyoung puts on a big show of bidding you farewell, until Joshua tells him off. “What?” Soonyoung puts his hands up. “Knowing you, this could very well be the last time we ever see [Y/N].”

You laugh loudly at the expression Josh makes in response, “C’mon, let’s go. Bye guys! I’ll see you around!”

Josh pouts at you as soon as the two of you are alone. “What? How was I supposed to know Soonyoung would tell everyone I was coming to group dinner?”

“Ugh, it’s fine, I know it’s not your fault. Was it ok?”

“Of course it was! Why would you think it wouldn’t be?”

“I know they can be... a lot,” Joshua looks sideways at you.

You shrug, “I’ve found that if I just stick to talking with Wonwoo, it’s usually not so bad.”

Joshua frowns but only for a moment, “Wonwoo?”

“Yeah... Wonwoo.”

*****

For someone who carried himself with so much confidence, Joshua was truthfully such a dumbass sometimes.

How had he managed to leave his whole phone at your place last night? That means he would have had to leave, take the trip back to the dorm, get ready for bed and never once notice it was gone.

You didn’t even know what his schedule was that day, where he would be or when. But judging by the texts he was getting from some of the managers, he would probably need his device.

You decided to take a shot in the dark and head to the dorm. Even if he wasn’t there, surely someone who would know where to find him would be... right?

You only managed to throw on a t-shirt and sweats before rushing out the door. Why did it have to be so hot? You could feel the sweat sticking your shirt to your skin by the time you got to the dorm. Disgusting.

You were out of breath by the time you were knocking on the door.

“[Y/N]? Are you ok?”

Fuck.

Of course it was Wonwoo.

“Huh? Yeah I’m totally fine! I just came to drop off Josh’s phone!” you pant. Wonwoo frowns before taking the device from you. He makes a slight “ah” sound and nods in recognition. He opens his mouth to thank you. “Well that’s all, I’ll be heading out now!” you quickly cough up.

“Oh wait, no,” Wonwoo leans forward to grab your upper arm and drags you inside. “You’re burning up, [Y/N]. Sit down and drink some water. I’ll see if one of the managers can give you a ride home.”

“That’s really not necessary-” you try to insist. But Wonwoo has already pushed you down into a chair, pulled out his own phone and walked to the fridge. He types something on his keyboard as he sets a water bottle down in front of you. You nod your head in thanks and happily drink from it.

“Manager Kim has to head out in a few to run an errand anyways, he said he’ll take you!” Wonwoo offers dropping his phone into his back pocket.

“You guys really don’t have to do that for me!” you shake your head and hands desperately.

“Well I’m not letting you walk home in this state. What, did you run here?” Wonwoo gestures to your person.

“Maybe!” you exclaim. Wonwoo laughs. “Well, it’s just that,” you sigh, “it seemed like he was missing a lot of calls so I got worried he was missing something important, and-”

Wonwoo puts his hands up to stop you, “Well it was very nice of you. So, let me do something nice in return. I’m sure Joshua would want to thank you somehow.”

You nod then look up, “So he’s not here right now?”

Wonwoo shakes his head, “I’ll tell him to call you as soon as I get him his phone.” He holds up the device and waves it for emphasis. “Speaking of which.” Wonwoo fishes his own cell back out of his pocket. “Put your number in.” He pushes the phone towards you.

“Huh?” you say in surprise.

“I think I situation like this warrants you having at least one more of our phone numbers,” Wonwoo flashes you his winning smile.

“Oh right, I suppose it would be best in case of emergency,” you grab the phone, careful to avoid touching him. You type your number in and hit call. Once his number pops up on your phone, you hand Wonwoo’s back to him.

Wonwoo smiles as he saves your contact. “What?” you lean forward to try and see. “Did you give me a mean nickname?” Wonwoo jerks the phone back and shakes his head, his grin turning into something mischievous.

“[Y/N] [L/N]? Are you ready to go?” you turn to see a man in a black t-shirt. He’s tall, nearly as tall as Mingyu. But leans as he speaks to you.

“Oh right!” you jump up from your seat and rush to follow the manager out the door.

“See ya around!” Wonwoo calls after you.

****

Wonwoo texts you often.

You try to convince yourself it’s normal... friendly.

But Joshua doesn’t even text you this much.

Hm... that’s right.

But honestly you can’t stop. Wonwoo is simply easy to converse with and you enjoy hearing from him. And it’s nice to have a new friend.

That word doesn’t fit quite right in your mind when you think of Wonwoo. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t formed a bit of a crush on him from the very first time he spoke to you.

But friend still felt more appropriate. At the end of the day, you still didn’t know Wonwoo that well. And... what would Josh think? He had tried so hard to keep you to himself so he had his own space outside of Seventeen... surely this wouldn’t go over well.

So you kept it in texts and occasional group meetings. Pushing lines ever so slightly with heart emojis in text and excuses to brush shoulders in real life.

But even with keeping it safe, you can’t stop the feeling that maybe a piece of your heart might belong to him.

*****

Wonwoo got drunk. Really drunk.

You knew you’d be making your own way home by yourself that night so you had been trapped drinking nothing but water while the boys get wasted around you. Josh’s arm never leaves your shoulder as he loudly recounts funny stories to the other boys and sloshes his beer across the table.

You might be annoyingly sober but it’s still fun. You had no idea what a lightweight Soonyoung would be or how easily Seokmin started crying sometimes. Even the quieter members like Jihoon and Myungho had started raising their voices, a feeble attempt at overtaking the din of other speakers around them.

You can’t help but laugh at their pink cheeks and slurred words and exaggerated emotions. At that point Jeonghan had insisted to you at least five times that they were happy to have you around and that you should hang out with them more (and he made you pinky swear every single time he made his spiel).

Then you feel the lightest weight against your shoulder.

Wonwoo.

He had finally crashed, evidently, the tip of his nose landing directly against the apex of your shoulder. You lower your arm immediately, letting his head fall fully against you. When he begins to shift you reach your hand up to catch him and reposition his head at a better angle.

“You alright?” you ask quietly. Wonwoo makes a “hmf” sound against your shirt and gives a motion that could be considered a nod. You laugh lightly and press a hand to his back, hoping to keep him from busting his ass on the floor.

You’re reaching forward to grab a water bottle for him when Wonwoo readjusts himself and presses his nose into your neck. Heat blossoms across your skin, emanating from that spot and you find yourself gripping the back of his shirt.

“[Y/N] [L/N], you wanna know something?” he giggles into your skin. “I reeeeeeeally like you... like a lot. And I- I think you might be the only person that really knows me.”

And then, he’s out like a light.

*****

You imagine this is what it must feel like to expect a nice walk in the park only to be hit really hard in the face and then immediately afterwards, fall backwards into a thorny bush.

This whole evening fucking sucks.

Months of speaking with Wonwoo, getting to know him on the deepest and most intimate level, and plenty of what was obvious flirting shatters on the ground in front of you.

She’s pretty, the girl that’s with him. She looks absolutely elegant in her dress, makeup perfect, and movements graceful as she grabs Wonwoo’s arm and kisses his cheek.

Had you really been this stupid? Wonwoo had a girlfriend? Did you think he was really interested in you?

You step back, hoping to disappear in the shadows of the street behind you, your cloudy mind already trying to think of an excuse to tell Josh why you can’t make it to dinner.

But then Wonwoo turns and meets your eyes. And he knows. He must. It’s written across your face.

Who is this? Are you with her? Did you ever like me? Didn’t you know I loved you?

And as if the moment couldn’t get any worse, “[Y/N], what’s the matter?” Josh’s hand is grasping at your elbow. You only shake your head, stepping back once more before turning fully and rushing out of the light of the streetlamp.

Josh follows after you, because of course he does. “Hey, [Y/N], wait up, tell me what’s the matter!” He catches you in the dark, streetlamp-light being blocked by the row of trees growing next to the sidewalk. It casts a murky glow over the vines growing across the wall to your right.

You couldn’t hold your tears in. You held out long enough for Wonwoo to not see it, but it’s too much by the time Joshua reaches you.

You have no idea what to say to Josh as he looks at you, hands gripping your arms, eyes ever-searching. Where do you begin? How do you ask for help? How do you say the things that you need to say?

“Did you know that Wonwoo was dating someone?” Is all that comes out.

And as soon as the words leave your mouth, Joshua’s presence is pulled from you.

“This is about Wonwoo?” the venom in his voice when he spits out the words sends ice down your spine. You stop crying from the shock, Josh had never spoken to you like that.

“Yeah?” your voice is so timid and weak when it comes out.

“Is Wonwoo the one you like, then?” Joshua is glowering at you.

“I didn’t know how to tell you-” your defense is cut off when Joshua gives a chuckle.

“Jeonghan said he noticed that you’d been acting all light and fluttery. That it really seemed like you’d fallen for someone. I thought maybe...” Joshua trails off, as he stares at the ground. He nods a couple times and then looks away from you. His shoulders are tense, his face is scrunched up, you catch the reflection of water pooling in his eyes.

“Thought what, Joshua?”

“Do you really not know, [Y/N]?” a few tears slip down as Josh faces you. The way his voice breaks feels like someone pulled a rug out from under your heart and left it to fall through the void.

You only shake your head. There’s nothing left for you to say. Joshua has to be the one to speak it aloud.

“I’m in love with you.” A beat of silence. “I have been in love with you since we met. And I thought maybe, you were finally starting to love me too, but then-” Joshua gestures angrily in the direction of the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” A lump had formed in your throat, heavy and painful. It hung onto your words, trying to drag them from your mouth and down your esophagus where they couldn’t be found.

“I just thought, maybe... you knew.” Joshua sounded defeated. He looked defeated.

You had made him feel defeated.

Maybe you had known. Maybe somewhere your subconscious had picked up on it. But you had just willfully ignored it, knowing you didn’t feel the same and not wanting to lose a friend.

That had sure worked out well for you.

“Josh, I’m so sorry-”

“No, just go home,” Josh waved you away. “Please, [Y/N], just leave.”

All you could do was nod silently and obey his request.

No reason for anything else to happen that night.

*****

You hadn’t spoken to Josh (or any member of Seventeen for that matter) in a full year.

Exactly a year. The date on your phone told you it was the anniversary of when Wonwoo had broken your heart and you had broken Josh’s in turn.

You had kept track in the silence. Watching stories and posts on Joshua’s private instagram account. He seemed to be doing a lot better these days. He spent a lot of time out and about, keeping himself busy and spending time with the people he cared about.

You could tell from his posts that, thankfully, his friendship with Wonwoo hadn’t been affected by your royal fuck up.

You knew nothing at all about Wonwoo.

You had taken the day off, the memories of what happened a year before had resurfaced and you found old feelings being dredged up just by looking at the date on your phone.

It had been difficult for you, of course, losing both Josh and Wonwoo all on the same day. You had grieved for months after, and according to several of your friends, you had been a “total and utter wreck.”

But, like Josh, you had picked yourself up again. Began to work on yourself, try new hobbies, read new books, invest more in the friendships that Joshua had always taken priority over.

You tried to stop yourself from wondering how things could be different. How it would have been to be in a relationship with Wonwoo. How nice it would have been to know someone fully and be known in return. How much better it all would have been if you had at least remained friends with Joshua in this time.

You shook your head.

You had also been working on confidence. Not letting the “what-ifs” control you and actually saying what you mean and what you feel. No more broken hearts over unintentional secrets.

The boba shop was a cute one, all windows and pastel colors. It was a nice bright place to be on a day like this.

A day where all you could really bring yourself to do is stare at the last text you sent Josh. Twelve months ago. “Please talk to me when you’re ready.” Read. No reply.

You sigh and will yourself to shut your phone off. You grab your drink from the table and head for the door, maybe a walk by the river would do you some good.

Everyone is out and the weather is nice. The sense of community around you is comforting. The world just seems particularly bright on this day.

And then suddenly he’s in front of you.

Josh has a simple smile on his face. His style has changed but not too much. And his hair has been dyed a different color.

You wave tentatively to see how he’ll react. It’s an invitation. He can accept or walk away.

His smile grows and he waves back.

*****

You find yourself back in a boba shop, although this one is much quieter and you’re sitting in a shadowy corner in the back.

Josh sits across from you once he’s acquired his drink, settling down in his seat with a dramatic sigh.

“I like your hair,” you offer an ice-breaker.

“Really? I was sure you were going to make fun of it,” he reaches up to absentmindedly pet the blonde, nearly white, locks sitting atop his head.

“No,” you shake your head, “it looks really good on you.”

You both stare at each other in silence. Knowing what’s to come. Fearing the words. Anticipating the resolution. Once you both notice the other is only staring you can’t help but break into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry, sorry,” Joshua shakes his hands where they rest slightly against the table, “I guess I should speak.”

“I guess you should,” you half-encourage, half-joke.

Josh readies himself for a moment, mulling over the words he’s about to speak. He presses his hands firmly against the table top, “Firstly, I want to say sorry.” You want to protest the apology but you fight the urge and let him speak. “I definitely didn’t handle that night correctly. I made you feel guilty for something that wasn’t your fault. It was just... how you felt. And I shouldn’t have acted so entitled to your love. That was wrong of me. And I just... disappeared. I wasn’t there when you needed me, all because of my stupid ego. And I should’ve reached out earlier. I’m really sorry [Y/N].”

You shake your head and reach out to grab his hands, “I’m sorry too, Josh. I should have just... communicated what I was thinking and feeling to you instead of acting like I couldn’t trust my own best friend. I think I might have held back from you on purpose, I was just so afraid of how it would all affect our friendship and I was so worried about losing you. It was unfair of me to be dishonest. I wish I could do it all over again. And I’m happy that you took the space you needed to to heal. That’s what matters to me.”

Josh smiles back at you, “You wanna maybe grab lunch sometime soon? As friends of course.”

The joke makes you choke on your boba.

*****

You let Josh rekindle your friendship at his own pace. It’s slow-going at times but you’re just elated to have your best friend back.

He brings you back around the boys again but he’s careful to help you avoid Wonwoo. Although he can’t stop himself from mentioning that the girl you saw Wonwoo with was just a temporary fling and they had broken up ages ago.

You give Josh a sideways glance.

“What?” he puts his hands up in a defensive gesture. “I’m just telling you so you know.”

You stare him down longer.

“I didn’t spend the past year of my life getting over you and bettering myself just for you to assume I’d get jealous of you and Wonwoo possibly dating. Do you really think you hold that much sway over me, ya narcissist?” Joshua flicks your forehead.

You shrug after pushing him off of you, “I don’t know, I just never thought about it after that day...”

“I have,” Joshua admits. You look up at him, bewildered. “What? Of course I have! At first it was when I was still angry and bitter about it all. I’d ask myself what you saw in him or why you would like him over me. Then I felt sort of apathetic about it all. And then the more I thought about it, the more the two of you being together made sense to me. It was just my own biases standing in the way of that understanding.”

You shrug again, “I’m just fairly sure that ship has sailed.”

“Hmm, if you say so.”

*****

The most Wonwoo sees of you is the corner of your coat as you leave the dorm every time he arrives.

He wants to talk to you desperately but he’s worried about disrupting the peace between you and Josh. He knows how hard it was for Josh to lose his best friend and he never wants to be the reason that happens again.

That being said, he really misses you.

He and Josh had talked about it plenty over the last year. Their friendship had gotten stronger than ever and he was relieved that they had overcome the events of that night. He knew Josh was fine with the two of you speaking again, because Josh himself had spoken to him about it many times.

He also knew Josh had changed so much the past year and that his romantic feelings for you were no more.

But still, Wonwoo felt so much hesitation at the idea of reaching out to you.

It just sort of happens one night. He’s sitting outside and looking at the city lights when the front door of the dorm opens and you step out.

“I was going to go in but I wasn’t sure if you’re shift was up yet,” he jokes.

You grimace slightly. Yeah, not one of his best quips.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to avoid you.” Wonwoo lifts his eyebrows at you. “Ok, yeah, that was a lie, I was definitely avoiding you.”

Wonwoo shrugs, “I don’t blame you.” You sit next to him on the bench outside their building, looking out at the view.

“I was just kind of embarrassed, I guess. I hadn’t even told you how I felt and I still made a huge deal of seeing you with that girl that night,” you admit.

“Hey there’s nothing embarrassing about having feelings. Especially when they’re... reciprocated.”

“Hm... forgive me if I’m wrong, but usually when you have feelings for someone, you don’t run off with someone else,” you ask, hoping to keep your tone as light as possible.

“Yeah that’s not what you do,” Wonwoo nods. “Nothing was happening between you and me and well... Scarlett called me up for the first time in awhile and I just went for it. It was a stupid move, for sure. I should have just faced my feelings for you, confessed, and accepted the result.”

“I get it, though. It can be scary,” you say.

“It’s still scary now,” Wonwoo says.

“Huh?”

“Well I’m considering asking you to dinner so we can start over and try this for real. But I’m afraid that will just fuck everything up again...”

“Hmmm, well we can’t know until we try right?”

*****

You pause making breakfast to check the barrage of texts reaching your phone. You sigh and shake your head as you unlock the device.

An arm sneaks around your waist before a kiss is pressed to the back of your neck. “Is that Josh?” Wonwoo asks. You nod. “Did he tell you how his date went last night?”

“He’s currently telling me,” you show Wonwoo the string of texts your best friend has sent you. “How is he ever going to get to a second date with anyone if he’s this nitpicky,” you grumble as you type a response.

Wonwoo only laughs, reaching around you to flip the pancake on the skillet. Both arms return to your waist as he pulls you flush against him. “He just has high standards.” Wonwoo snatches your phone from your grasp and puts it down on the counter. He continues to sneak kisses wherever your shirt falls away from your skin.

“What do we have planned for today?” you ask.

“Well I don’t know about you but I plan on spending the whole day doing absolutely nothing with my perfect partner,” Wonwoo grins. He reaches around you once more to turn off the stove before dragging you out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“You had better be ready to finish cooking those pancakes for me when I get hungry,” you huff as you land backwards on the couch.

“Of course, baby,” Wonwoo pouts at you, scooting up so he can kiss your nose. “But for now... nothing.”

Wonwoo grips you tightly in his arms with promises to not let you go the whole day... or at least until one of you wants pancakes.

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