#I hope she loved her chicken tenders I hope they were amazing I hope she didn’t even think twice about eating them

[thesupreme316]

Okay so anyway I can request a Fic about Christian Cage’s & Hook’s sister and the beginning of their relationship? From the start where he gave her the proposition at dinner to when she finds out Jack’s cheating and she goes to him and then their little rendezvous and the match? I just loved the little glimpses you threw in of them from Had it coming part 2 and I definitely wanna see more of this couple, I feel like he’s the breath of fresh air she needed and the fact he’ll treat her like a princess and give her the world just to turn around and be the devil with everyone else but her because he loves her 🫶🏼

Had It Coming Part 3 (Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, mentions of Jack Perry x Fem!Reader):

Summary: How did you and Christian's relationship get started?

Word Count: 2.2K (BRO I WAS ON FIRE)

Supreme Speaks: hii, thanks to anon for requesting this. I was stressed making this one but I hope ya'll enjoy it. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: suggestive content, not proofread, mentions of age gap relationship, mentions of cheating italics means flashback

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook @freyab-w

Links to: Part 1, Part 2

“Alright Cage, spill it.” You said as his blue eyes poured into your squinted eyes. He smirked as he leaned in.

“Aw, princess, we just ordered appetizers and you already want to skip to the main course,” Christian said chuckling. “No, no. I want to build up to it. There’s no need to cut to the chase, we got time. Let’s relax a bit.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned back in your chair as you took in the scene. The lights were low, Christian was now sipping on wine in front of you, while Luchasuarus was at another table eating his entree (chicken tenders) by himself. Against your better judgment, you decided to sip the wine to quote “relax a bit.” Christian soon started to ask questions about yourself and your personal interests. At first, you were giving him small answers, basic and simple information.

But the more time went on, the more comfortable you felt. You don’t know why, but Christian’s aura made you feel seen despite the age gap between you two. He was genuinely interested in your words. He pressed deeper questions about your likes and was able t to relate to your words. He complimented you every chance he got. And during that time, you didn’t feel bad about meeting with him (granted your suspension of the meeting has decreased). It never once occurred to you that this was your (at the time) boyfriend’s ex-mentor, the one who caused him pain and distrust.

But then again he was the reason why you were in this predicament…cause he wasn’t here….he didn’t care enough to pick you up….he didn’t care enough to ensure your safety and comfortability. But Christian did.

“Okay Y/N, I’ll tell you why I wanted to talk to you,” Christian said putting his fork down. “I know what you want. You want that championship. But most importantly, you want what comes with it: money, power, love, and respect. And you, you gorgeous woman, deserve it. Now, I’ll be frank with you. Jack? He’s not going to give you that.”

Christian doesn’t know when he started feeling infatuated with you, but he always thought you were an amazing woman, despite your age gap. It did anger him to no end that Jack, a person who he considers to be a boy, was able to swoop you up before he could. But, he realized that all you needed was time: time to see how bad of a person Jack was, time to see how Jack couldn’t satisfy you, and time to see how good he, Christian, could treat you.

“And you can?” You questioned.

Without skipping a beat, he answered back, “There’s a reason why I’m here and your little boy toy isn’t, isn’t there?” You sat back and motioned for him to continue. He brought out a leather folder and slid it across the table. Your fingers grazed over it, “Now, in this folder is a contract that guarantees you an FTW Championship match without making family reunions awkward. You can use this and all of your dreams can come true. All you really have to do is get your brother to sign it, it’ll forfeit his rematch clause as long as you are the champion. But I can also make adjustments to it if necessary.”

You blinked, looking between him and the deadly folder. You wonder what the catch is, all of this seems too perfect for you. “What about Jack?”

Christian smirks, “If he becomes champion, you’ll automatically get a match, whenever you want.” He notices that you haven’t opened or flipped through the contract. As if he read your mind, he says, “There is no catch, princess. What I’m offering you is for you to take or decline at free will.”

“No, there has to be something in this for you. There is no reason why you would offer a very thoughtful and tempting offer to the girlfriend of your former protege that you stabbed in the back.” You shook your head. “Christian, you’re a very calculative man. There has to be some type of intention behind this.”

He sighed, “Baby girl, I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated. You deserve everything in the world. This contract is the first step. If you get them to sign this, it will unlock a world of treasure and happiness. Even if you don't, I'll still be here for you because you need a real man. Not a boy who runs off to his past when he realizes he can't handle a real woman."

Your eyes widened as he said the last two sentences. It sent a shiver down your nerves as you were trying to decipher it. What did he know that you didn’t? Why did he have you (and your well-being) in his mind? “What do you mean?”

Christian gave a small smile as he leaned forward to whisper to you, “That boy isn’t here with you because he’s doing the same thing he always does when he’s intimidated…run away. He ran away, forgot his darling and beautiful significant other, and left her to fight the battle that he caused. You need a man who’s going to give you everything you want and needs without his selfish desires interfering. I’m that man, I can give you anything you want and more. All you have to do is tell me.” As you open the folder to find the contract and a card with his phone number, he continues to speak.

“All the cards are in your hand, princess, I’ll play by your rules. If you want to forget about this, fine with me. If you want advice, both professionally and personally, text me. If you want a man to make up in the areas where your boy lacks, give me a call.”

You can say that your new relationship didn’t start off normally.

But then again, what relationship did?

But you wouldn’t have any other way.

Even before you guys got together, Christian already vowed to make you the happiest woman on earth. And he proved that to you every day since then. It started off simple: he would text you making sure you ate and had everything you needed for the day, offer advice for in-ring work, and just listen (well, read) your thoughts and opinions over text and audio messages.

It was all innocent. Nothing that Jack needed to worry about as you were quiet about that aspect in your life.

However, Jack became quiet about all aspects of his life: coming back to you late nights, conversations didn’t last more than 30 seconds, wouldn’t hold hands with you….

It made you sad…

Then it made you confused…

Then it made you mad…

Your curiosity got the better of you as a week later, you decided to look through the phone while he was in the shower.

Maybe it was just too much for you to handle. The distance between you two, him changing your contact name to an eye roll emoji, his favoriting his ex’s contact, the conversations he was having with his ex or his ex-girlfriend’s birthday replacing yours as the passcode to his phone. You found everything: from them dogging on you in their texts, how he can’t wait to see her again, how he should have never let her go, and how she was ready to actually satisfy him.

In hindsight, you expect this from him as the distance was growing. But damn, you couldn’t do anything to prepare for how hard the blow was gonna be. Your eyes teared up as you put the phone down, taking deep breaths. You calmly exited the hotel room with just your phone.

It was like your body was in autopilot mode, the way your thumb just naturally hovered over his contact. After contemplating for a moment, a tear slipped down your cheek as you pressed the contact and dialed the number. One ring went through before you heard a greeting from the other side.

“H-hi.” You said slightly trembling.

“What’s wrong princess?” He said in a low voice.

You let out a quiet sob, “Can you tell me what room you’re in please?”

Without a millisecond going by, he told you what room and promised to stay on the phone as you made your way over. A couple of moments later, you were face to face with Christian (who was normally in a turtleneck and nice pants) in a fitted black tank top and sweatpants (author’s note: CAN YOU IMAGINE CHRISTIAN IN A TANK-). He hung up the phone as you placed your head on his chest, silently crying. He wrapped his arms around you and you instantly felt warmed and comforted.

Christian brought you inside and just listened as you told him what you discovered through your cries. He was bubbling underneath; how dare someone make you cry? His heart broke for you, but he was determined to make it up to you, by any means necessary.

“What you do want me to do?” Christian asked. “You want me to pay him a visit? I make Luchasaurus beat his ass-“

Although you would that, you wanted to make Jack hurt; like how he hurt you. You really wanted him to feel pain, and you knew that a physical beatdown wouldn’t help. “No, no. I just….I just want you to make me forget him.”

Christian’s heart slightly skipped, this was THE moment for him. The moment for him to show you what you’ve been missing, what you can have, and what you can continue to have if you choose to. “Princess, are you sure? I don’t want-“

You wiped your damp eyes, “You said the cards are mine and these are the ones I wanna play.”

That’s all it took for him to press his mouth against yours in a passionate and fiery way. The kiss was better and more magical than what Christian expected. You felt the kiss warmed you up even more than before. With his hands cupping your face, he kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. As he lays your body on the bed, he crawls over your body and removes his tank top.

As he presses kisses down your body and gropes your hips, your breath starts to falter. Soon, sounds of euphoria and pleasure started to fill the room as you were mercilessly clawing all over the bed and Christian’s body.

That night would set up a schedule where your body would just gravitate to where Christian was and just be showered in love and lust (THEY CALL HIM CAPTAIN CHARISMA FOR A REASON). It felt good…so good that it slipped your mind that this was considered cheating in your former relationship.

But did it really? Or was it you just calling it even?

Even with extra benefits such as presents, free mini-trips, and love whenever you fluttered your eyes at Christian. It was amazing how many of these things Christian could do within a few weeks until you solidified your break-up with Jack on just a few days ago.

And that was the start to the everlasting routine of you waking up to Christian’s face every single morning…except for today.

Instead of waking up to his handsome face, you woke up to his handsome voice, damn near yelling in his phone. You exited the bedroom to enter the living room, where you saw the man of your dreams sitting on the couch, in an argument on the phone. His scowl on his face was replaced with a smile as you hugged him from behind and kissed his neck.

“Hi baby,” He whispered to you. He turned his attention back to his phone and spoke louder. “No, I told you no more open challenges. He shouldn’t get a shot just because he wants it…..You know what? It’s too early for this, you’re disturbing mine and my girlfriend’s morning.” He then hung up abruptly and groaned.

“Rough morning?” You asked with a slight smile.

“Yes, bastards want something that isn't theirs. But it’s better now that I see your beautiful smile.” He turned his head and gave you a quick kiss. “Now, what does my princess want?”

“For my knight to come back to bed. We can get a start on the day later,” You said walking away, with your hand lingering on his body. Christian grabbed your hand and kissed it as he followed you back to the bedroom, leaving his phone behind. He chuckled, making you look at him. “What’s funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how we started and where we are now. I think it’s a beautiful love story to tell strangers” He joked

You giggled, looking up at him as you sat on the edge of the bed. “All because you wanted to mix business with pleasure.”

Your boyfriend leaned down and gave you a tender kiss. He then got on his knees in front of you, parting your legs. “Well, the way I see it allowed me to make pleasuring you my business.” He said before kissing the insides of your thighs.

It was safe to say that after knowing your situation and how you ended up,

you knew that there were people who would have done the same.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #christian cage #aew christian cage #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine #christian cage smut #aew jack perry #jack perry x reader #jack perry imagine #jungle boy jack perry #jungle boy imagine

[la-pheacienne]

My two cents on episode 7 because I just watched it.

It was an amazing episode. I will even argue that it was the best episode so far. So many things happening, nothing felt rushed. The funeral after party was GOLD. So many dynamics being explored between all the characters, so many feelings expressed just by angry stares, longing glances and half spoken innuendos. Like a pot slowly boiling and ready to explode. The fight between the children was perfect, the fight between Alicent Rhaenyra and Viserys later on was easily the best scene in HotD until now. I am team Black until the very end and I love Rhaenyra with all my heart but I FELT Alicent in this episode and THIS is great writing. I absolutely loved that Alicent regretted her actions afterwards, I also loved how she expected her father to be pissed and judgemental, and he was judgemental but at the same time appreciative, like? That's some great, multilayered dialogue there, people. The way Daemyra schemed and plotted their wedding and Laenor's escape was GoT season 1 material. Epic plot-twist.

Let's talk about Daemyra. I went over many posts here about the couple, and I admit that I am genuinely confused. I will address some of the complaints I saw: Matt and Emma don't have chemistry. Emma wasn't into it. Daemon wasn't into it, he was blank and passive and indifferent. The sex scene was short and we didn't see oral sex and different positions, orgasms, eye contact, whatever. The dialogue before was also lukewarm because Daemon didn't confess his undying love for his niece on one knee. We still don't know Daemon's motives because he doesn't speak. He didn't show enthousiasm after the mariage proposal. Etc etc etc.

Part of the reason for this reaction IS the incredibly high expectations. Another part is the ridiculous nature of a lot of these expectations. With all due respect for Daemyra's shippers out there (because I am one of them) I think you are confusing this show with Pride and Prejudice. This is not a romance show. This is not a show about the epic love story between Daemon and Rhaenyra. This is also not a romcom. It's a Game of Thrones show. The love story is a part of it, not even the main thing. Yes the dialogue wasn't exactly lovey dovey, yes Daemon didn't start crying when Rhaenyra proposed, he didn't swear eternal love and devotion like Romeo. No, he didn't go down on Rhaenyra in a feminist power move.

I'm sorry, but who fucking cares.

I've said what their dynamic in this episode definitely wasn't, let's see what it actually was. Let's talk specifics.

What I saw with my own eyes, was two broken depressed people coming together again under the least ideal circonstances (hmm the funeral of Daemon's wife hello). I saw a very bitter and hurt Rhaenyra that still longed for Daemon. I saw a depressed Daemon that felt everything is lost to him until Rhaenyra confessed her feelings. I saw a very strong female character pursuing what she wants. I saw tenderness, love, devotion. I don't need romantic words for it, I saw it. It was fucking there. Daemon finally let slip the real reason why he chickened out in the brothel and in the mariage ceremony: wasn't for the throne, wasn't for his own ambitions, but for HER. "I spared you, you were only a child = you didn't understand what you were doing and how much it would cost you, your reputation, your claim to the throne, everything, so I let you be because I cared so much for you". "You have a place in my court if this is what you need" "I need NOTHING", said Daemon the ambitious bastard who only wanted Rhaenyra for the throne. Yeah. That's why he was so hesitant in Rhaenyra's affections, that would CLEARLY benefit him, that's why he was so considerate, and cautious, and afraid and hopeful and tender. Yep, the throne. That was the WHOLE fucking point of Rhaenyra pursuing HIM instead of him pursuing her. To show that he wants HER and not the throne, he wants what's best for her and he wants to make sure that's what SHE wants. He's not trying to seduce her because it would come across as yet another plan to get the throne. His feelings are already clear, Rhaenyra knows it, we know it, we saw how depressed he was and we saw the longing in his glances and the tenderness in his words, we didn't need big rom-com déclarations. So, Daemon's motives aren't clear people? Really? WTF.

The dialogue before the sex scene was impeccable. The most romantic scene in the whole GoT universe. Let's talk about the actual sex scene. Yes it was short. Yes I don't care. Again, this is not a romance movie. The sex scene was extremely cute, appropriate for the CIRCOMSTANCES (FUNERAL HELLO) and the characters position in this particular chapter of the story, Rhaenyra is not a cheerful teen anymore and she gives the deadly victorious possessive look in the end that I personally loved. Yes it was short, but again, it's not an epic romance movie, it's Game of thrones and there are other, more important things to show than oral sex, sorry. Go watch porn.

The only complaint that is valid is the lighting. That was shitty.

#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemyra #daemon targaryen #rant #anti fandom #aspa rambles

[princesspuresarahk]

Fairly Odd Parents Stories

Deep in The Heart of Texas

by Maki and Bug a Fanfic story au inspired by her FOP au

Chapter1: Plans and invite it was a peaceful warm Tuesday in Dimmsdale Middle School as the 7th-grade students were arriving in the cafeteria for lunch Timmy was meeting her friends outside she was excited as they were going to discuss what they were going to do for spring break “So any plans for spring break?” Asked her friends Chester, AJ, Gary, and Michelle as they sat down with Eddie jumping on the table the gerbil was excited for lunch as the preteens discussed what they'll be doing for their two-week break "I and my Dad are going to Oklahoma to go on a fishing trip.'' Chester said excitedly "My parents are taking me to New York to visit some relatives" AJ commented “Ohhh~!” Timmy's heart sank a little as she was hoping Chester and AJ would come this year as her Grandpappy and Nonna said she could bring her friends this year Timmy then turned to Michelle “What about you, Michelle?” Michelle replied, “Not much my folks will be working full-time during the break." Timmy thought of an idea “Ohh…. Then, wanna join me going to my grandparent’s ranch?” Michelle smiled “Oh that would be splendid!" She replied Michelle heard a lot about Timmy's grandparents and how it's an adventure going to their ranch “Awesome we can go over to my place and see if my mom will mind for you to come!" Timmy smiled as she opened her lunchbox revealing two bbq sandwiches with pear slices and pecan brownies the boy's eyes widened in excitement seeing food like that meant Timmy's Dad Mr. Turner was making her lunch today as Timmy said her Dad was known for making amazing Texas barbecue especially pulled pork sandwiches and everyone loved them and Timmy didn't mind sharing them as her Dad was a pretty awesome cook and liked it when he made her lunches as she pulled out a sticky note from the box that said: "To my very special baby girl-love daddy." Making her smile, suddenly just in the timing, Timmy can hear the conversations of popular kids from the distance. But decided to ignore them as she wanted to enjoy her lunch she handed Eddie a pear slice though she could hear Chad and Tad talking about what they doing Chad bragged “My parents said we can get to use our yacht~” with Tad adding “And having a party there~” She rolled her eyes as she traded a sandwich for a chicken tender from Chester. As Tristan talked about his plans “I’ll be still busy with the photo shooting and film…” he turned to Vernon “Ohh….?” Tristan asked him “What will you be doing Vernon?" in his mind Vernon didn’t know “I have nothing else to do….. I don’t have any schedules for modeling or acting throughout Spring….Timmy's mind thought for a moment (poor Vernon he's gonna be alone for the next two weeks maybe..?)

Her thoughts were interrupted when Eddie tugged on her finger asking for a pecan on her brownie Timmy Awwed… (gave Eddie pecan pieces from her brownie) Eddie happily munched on them, pecans were his favorite especially wild ones where they grew on the pecan trees at the ranch then her thought came back about Vernon (I'll ask him after school) she thought her parents wouldn't mind bringing another. Later that day the bell rang signaling school was over and the students started heading home as Timmy searched for Vernon. Timmy thought in her mind (Now where the heck Vernon is….)Eddie climbed on top of her head to look for him Michelle walked up to her as they were getting ready to head to Timmy's “Oh! Hey, Michelle! Have you seen Vernon?” Michelle nodded “I saw him heading this way he was busy talking to the other popular kids” Timmy needed to hurry “Ohhh…(Well, I should talk to him…)” Just in time as she saw Vernon separate from the others and unknowingly heading in their direction, Timmy then waved over at him as she called out “Hey, Vernon.” Vernon saw Timmy wave over to him ( Timmy wanted to speak with him? about what?.) A slight blush rose to his cheeks as he walked over to her “Uh hi Timmy hi Michelle what did you want? I mean… what's up .?” Timmy went for it “Hey. Well, I heard you may not have any schedules for the entire Spring… so I wanted to ask if you want to join us going over to my Grandparent's Ranch…” Vernon looked surprised ( she..she wants me to spend spring with her ? For a whole two weeks.?) “Real… really would your mom and dad mind Timmy?" Hoping it would be ok for him to go with his crush his hopes brighten with her response ”Oh, I’m sure they’ll be okay. They said it’s ok to bring a few of my friends along.” Michelle added, “We're going to talk to her mom when we get to her place I'm sure she'll bok with it and she'll call our parents to see if it's okay." Timmy added "And if your parents are okay about it." Vernon felt nervous will his parents let him go? "Oh… well, they’ll be fine about it…" Timmy raised a brow “Oh! Well… if you say so.” They headed to Timmy's house as they entered she called out to her “Hey Mom I'm home and my friends are too!" She heard her mom in the kitchen "Hi sweetie welcome home come on in the kitchen I just sliced some watermelon and made some sweet peach tea come on in and have some,” as Timmy Michelle and Vernon set their backpacks down by the table “Hey mom my friends want to come to the ranch for spring break if that’s ok?” She asked, “Of course honey that would be wonderful..oh plus Nonna's on the phone." Timmy's smile brightened at the answer. Ok, Michelle and Vernon can come oh she better inform Nonna “Oh! I’ll get it!”

She rushed to the phone to answer her Nonna as Vernon looked around the house. He noticed a couple of bags set in the living and other things like fishing poles and other stuff Timmy was talking to on a phone with Nonna and Grandpappy, explaining she has invited Michelle and Vernon. “really that's awesome thank you I can't wait to see you guys and meet my friends alright see you in 3 days love you guys bye bye!" She hung up the phone as her mom handed her a glass of tea Michelle was excited to find out “So, we get to go there~?” Timmy grinned “Yep!” as Mrs.Turner pulled out the phone “I'll have to talk to your parents about the trip would you mind telling me their contacts so I can make sure they'll be alright with it." Michelle and Vernon nodded and gave Mrs. Turner their parents' phone numbers for her to call them giving them a nod in thanks Mrs. Turner went into the living room to talk with them as Timmy and then sat down at the table and each grabbed a slice of fresh watermelon Eddie jumping on the table rubbing his paws in excitement as he grabbed a big slice for himself Timmy got a message from Wanda in her mind Wanda (“Timmy I need you to come upstairs me and Cosmo need to talk to you ” Huh? Okay…?) She thinks up an excuse "Hey guys I gotta use the bathroom be right back." “I gotta go too." Michelle replied as it turns out she got a similar message from her godparent "We have a 2nd bathroom by the laundry room on the left” Timmy directed her Michelle said thanks as she headed to her room wondering what her godparents needed to tell her As soon as she remained alone, Timmy saw her fairies poofing out Timmy asked whats up “what's going on Wanda?" she had a sad smile “Sweetie I'm afraid we won't be attending for your family trip it turns out Jorgen will be having the fairies set in annual fairy training camp duty for the whole two weeks and all fairies must attend no excuses." Wanda said sadly Timmy felt her heart sink a bit “Ohhh….wait what about Poof?” Cosmo answered “Poof will be staying at my Moma's during our torture..I mean training! I don't wanna go!" Cosmo panicked in shivers remembering it when he was forced to go to fairy boot camp. Poof whined with tears until Timmy calmed him. “It’s alright Poof it'll only be two weeks besides you'll have a great time with Grandma Cosma." She said sweetly cheering him up “So when will you guys leave?" Suddenly a familiar booming voice echoed throughout the room " THAT WOULD BE NOW!!" And the explosive poof of fairy dust comes off, revealing Jorgen. “WANDA and COSMO you are to report to the camp immediately Wanda I will let you drop off your son at your mother-in-law's you are to report at the camp once you are done and for you, you'll be coming with me!" Jorgen grabs Cosmo by the wings when he notices him trying to sneak away "Timmy Turner I wish you and your family a good trip to the Lone Star State." Wanda quickly packs a bag for Poof ready to bring along, with Poof in her arms giving Timmy a quick hug "we'll see you in 2 weeks sweetie." Giving her goddaughter a smile Timmy (smiled back) “I'll see you guys’ later…. good luck at the camp!” She waved goodbye to her Godfamily as Poof waved her goodbye Jorgen with a boom of his wand in a flash of fairy dust and smoke disappeared Timmy told herself “Oh well… I guess 2 weeks without magic… it can't be that bad.’ She suddenly feels a sudden heaviness in her bladder “Great now I have to go to the bathroom!”

Minutes later, she was back from the bathroom and was talking to Michelle and Vernon. Then Mrs.Turner came back "I just finished talking to your parents they said you two can go." She said with a smile Michelle let out a “Yay~!” (Vernon’s heart brightened he gets to with Timmy after all!) “Ohh…." (he sighed in relief) as Mrs.Turner set up some instructions “Now there are some things that you two need to know tomorrow I will need you to pack what you need for 2 weeks and bring them over Thursday straight after school and you will be spending the night here as we will be leaving very early Friday morning and not to worry I got your parents permission so there's no need to worry dears." Michelle and Vernon gasped surprised as Friday would be their last day before spring break which meant they got to get off early Vernon made a note to himself to get up early as well and Michelle wondered what to bring. Mrs.Turner added more “Oh and remember to bring a small bag with a change of clothes for Thursday” as Michelle gave a “Will do, ma'am~!” Vernon responded with a polite “Of course Mrs.Turner.” after an hour of hanging out and planning together it was time for Michelle and Vernon to go home. Michelle and Vernon waved goodbye “See you tomorrow, Timmy!” Timmy thought "Looks like this will a fun spring break after all,"

Chaper: 2 Let's get ready to Go!

Timmy Michelle Vernon and Eddie get ready to go on the road.

credit to the lovely and amazing https://jknerd.tumblr.com/ of her amazing FOP au

#fop au #fop fanfic

[awesomerextyphoon]

Ravenous

Summary: You’ve lost so much, but with Bucky’s help, maybe you can make something beautiful.

Pairing: Bucky x Eldritch-Enhanced Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), ‘Tentacle Job’ (I’m making it a thing), Fantasy Gore, Cannibalism (sort of), Body Worship, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Torture, and a lot of Angst

A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms’s Cassie’s Make It Badass Challenge. This might be the darkest one-shot I’ve done so far in terms of violence/gore/angst. You have been warned. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​. Thanks to @bamposworld and @saiyanprincessswanie​ the beta.

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“And done!” you huffed as you wiped your forehead of sweat.

You had just finished making a feast of Bucky’s favorites. Heaps of: Baked Ziti, Honey-Tenderized Boeuf Bourguignon, Creamy Mashed Potatoes with Savory Mushroom Gravy, Five Herb Roasted Cornish Hens, Coq au Vin, Three Cheese, and Spinach Ravioli, Rosemary Braised Lamb Shanks with Polenta, Spinach Quiche, Chicken Pot Pie, Beef Stew, Hearty Beef Lasagna, Southern Peach Cobbler, Limoncello Ricotta Cake, Plum Cherry Galette, and Chocolate Cherry Brownie Layer Cake.

The colossal table groaned under the weight of the decadent dishes. You chuckled to yourself hoping you didn’t go overboard.

Your moment of triumph was interrupted by your ravenous appetite. Again.

“I know, I know, “you grumbled rubbing your voracious tummy. “I do hope Bucky comes home soon,” frowning at how you got to this point

 You were on your way home from sending a package to the Post Office on behalf of your cousin Ngozika who was busy getting ready for Erinma’s, your younger sister, birthday party. You wanted to take a shortcut through the park so you could help with the decorations happy that you and your cousin were able to convince her to invite at least ten people; five said yes.

You were halfway past the grove behind the west playground when you felt a ping and the back of your neck as your world faded to black. The last thing you saw was three sets of shoes.

You woke up to a dingy, bare, windowless room with 12 other women aged 18 – 25. An eerily delighted voice announced that you passed the first round of Operation Hellcat. Later it was slipped that there were 50 at the start, but the others were not as lucky.

You spent ten years in that hellhole.

Every day you were pricked, probed, and prodded by perverted and sadistic scientists. All of you were constantly fondled by the guards whenever they had the chance. One scientist, Dr. Tomlin, mused that only you and another survived the fifth year of the project.

Sometime later, when the admins decided to throw you a bone, you met the other survivor. Roxana was a little timid with some fire left in her eyes; you smirked when she gave a guard a right hook after groping her ass.

You talked a few times, avoiding additional disapproval from your captors. You learned that she was the youngest of six who was on her way to a spring festival when they kidnapped her. Roxana would crack a few jokes offering what little levity one could find in your situation.

You talked about what you would do once you saw the outside. Roxana wanted to see her siblings again hoping they wouldn’t worry too much, especially after her parents died in a car crash. She talked about wanting to become a marine biologist regaling you with anything and everything she remembers reading growing up. You talked about your dream of becoming a travel writer backpacking through Europe and South America.

You gave each other hope, hope that was blissfully crushed.

  It was the morning of September 28, 2008 (Ngozika’s 38th birthday), when you were both, dragged out and brought before a man in front of the usual row of scientists who went by the name of Braddock. He looked over the two of you with a menacing eye smirking as he molested you and Roxana. He turned to the former head scientist, Dr. Beecham, who nodded to the newcomer and grinned sardonically.

With that, Braddock announced it was time for the operation.

The guards dragged you past a set of double doors to a new hallway. The hairs on your arms raised as you felt Roxana’s fearful expression trying her hardest not to cry. You reached out your hand to grab hers, but a guard slapped it away.

One last set of bolted steel doors led you to a ghostly white room with two beds inside a pod connected to an arc belonging to a zany sci-fi novel and in front of the portal was a podium with a glowing electric blue cube.

The scientists and Braddock hid on the other side of the one-sided mirror, like the cowards they were.

Braddock motioned for the guards to strap you to the beds as he made some deluded declaration of HYDRA’s greatness.

Roxana smiled weakly reminding you to think of your family and your dreams while you did the same. You both hoped to see the outside, together.

Braddock bellowed to open the portal thinking that the results would lead HYDRA to greater heights.

He wasn’t exactly wrong.

The cube started to levitate as the lights dimmed. A beam of light shot into the gateway creating a portal. Braddock ordered the guards and workers to get back, but it was too late.

You and Roxana could only watch in horror as black mist filled the room and giant midnight purple tentacles, tendrils, paws with extended claws and talons erupted from the portal. They tore into the guards and workers who were still in the room. All of their body parts (impaled or otherwise) were flung into what looked to be a mouth in the center of the portal. You tried your best to block it out, but you could still hear the crunches, squelches, and cracks of bodies along with their muffled screams.

As the last of the not test subjects were devoured, a golden orb traveled up the beam, through the cube, and split into two. The beds disintegrated as both of you were forced upright and facing each other with the orbs between you. Tendrils of golden light ebbed out feeling your souls deciding which one it will choose. Two of the tendrils paused in front of your eyes before glowing an ocean blue while Roxana’s glowed crimson red.

You shrieked as tendrils from both orbs shot into you. Their hooks pierced your skin through your fingers, eyes, mouth, toes, ears, and nose as the orbs shrunk to nothingness.

Roxana cried out to you in terror as rays of deep purple surged from your eyes and mouth and enveloped your form. The appendages deluged from the portal into the light. Your eyes became the abyss as several of the tentacles grabbed Roxana.

You didn’t register your dear friend’s screams until it was too late. All you could think of was hunger.

Once the mist dispersed and the remaining guards rushed in, all they found was you in the middle of the room tears streaming down your cheeks cradling Roxana's detached face. Everything else was gone.

You shouted at the guards to stay away from them only listening when your shouts turned into a legion of roars and tentacles shot out from your midsection capturing the guards.

Braddock commanded the restraining cuffs to be administered via magnetic force fields.

You didn’t fight back at that point. All that was on your mind was the anguish of devouring your only friend and the loneliness that will surely follow.

  They moved you to a new base (you think) deep underground where they experimented with your new powers.

They found that you can manipulate various types of matter and energy. Braddock was pleased to find that Operation Hellcat wasn’t a complete waste.

Unfortunately, they could only get you to do damage control.

Though later, they found that you could turn various materials like limestone or plastic into something ‘useful’ such as gold, silver, moonstone, tungsten, uranium, titanium, and even a weird metal called vibranium after getting a starter sample from a man named Klaue.

They would ‘feed’ you once a month; usually, a target that needed to disappear. Fury was catching onto the disappearing bodies.

Not long after, you learned that you could absorb the memories and knowledge of those you devoured, but you kept that ability to yourself.

Your captors kept you well enough that the tentacles never came out. Made sense since they didn’t want a repeat of the time when you devoured ten guards when there was a lapse in the restraining cuffs. You chuckled when you overheard one of the guards saying that being sent to your cell was a punishment.

  Two years into your ‘arrangement’, Braddock thought you deserved a ‘reward’ so they modified the cuffs to let you move around your cell. Though you guessed it was so that you would be less likely to lash out and devour more scientists.

You decided to redesign your prison into an amalgamation of your father’s home and what you glean from Roxana’s memories.

It was five months later when you met him.

You were starving as usual. They made you trans-mutate truckloads of sand into gold, titanium, diamonds, and vibranium. The guards mentioned someone called the Asset would be dropping off your meal soon.

You waited for 30 minutes until the door opened revealing a tall, somewhat shadowy figure of a man. He had chin-length Ponzu-colored hair with Seal Brown and Chestnut highlights; it was grungy yet silky. He was broad yet lean in shape, the perfect specimen to be their weapon.

But the most striking aspect about him was his eyes; blue, like the winter sea after a storm. Beautiful, yet frightened and forlorn.

What little cask of your heart broke for he too was also a prisoner.

You snapped out of your musings to hear him explain that your meal was of some diplomats that got in HYDRA’s way.

The exchange was terse, but you found yourself doing something for the first time in a while; you smiled and waved as he was leaving, if only meekly. He stopped and stared for about 20 seconds before the loudspeaker shouted in Russian for the Soldat to leave.

You chuckled as your smile grew. For the first time in over two years you were starving, and you hoped to see him again.

Your mystery deliverer visited you a few more times. After the fifth time, you were able to touch his hand and he reciprocated. It was exhilarating. No one has touched or wanted to go near you in years.

He stayed longer with each visit. It took some time for him to talk; he didn’t say much, but he had a deep, smooth voice. You didn’t really care. You just needed someone who wasn’t out to fuck with your life to talk to you.

The two of you would fall into a routine of you rattling on whatever occupied your mind’s eye and him listening sometimes smiling or touching your hand ever so often. The best visit was when he let you hug him loving the forgotten warmth it brought.

  Once again, they had to eviscerate any happiness in your life.

Six months after the hug, your mystery acquaintance dropped off your meal but quickly turned to the door without so much as a glance.

You rushed over to greet him but stopped at the sight of his bitterly cold glower. Another man, Rumlow, butted in stating that the Asset could no longer be distracted finishing off with a cruel laugh at the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.

They both promptly left before the tentacles could attack them as you fell to your knees consumed by despair.

Why did this have to happen to you?!

Your heart raged as your tears dried. You couldn’t keep living like this.

You wouldn’t.

  You got your chance three years later.

The base was in an uproar; Project Insight had failed. HYDRA was exposed and going down in flames. The control room was bedlam with everyone scurrying like mice failing to notice the lapse on the monitors.

All it took was a clink to rouse you from your partial slumber. Your eyes shot open with a vengeful sneer marring your face. You sensed no one outside the customary three layers of your containment unit.

It seemed that your captors feared the cops more than you.

Their mistake.

You blasted the doors to your prison. Black mist filled the base. All 100 inhabitants stopped their scurrying in abject terror.

It was loose.

  The guards closest to your cell were the first to fall. One of them cried out for help on his phone, but one of your tentacles ripped off his arm, grabbed his torso, and pulled his terrifying form into your voracious maws.

A science assistant could only watch in horror as tentacles seemed to grow out of their colleague’s navel increasing in size as they split the body with a vile crunch.

One of the higher-ups threw his secretary into the mist only for you to respond with a cacophony of shrills and impaling him with various-sized tendrils.

Their screams could've probably been heard for miles.

  Only after you had your fill of every loathsome creature at the base and felt the welcoming warmth of sunlight did you regain consciousness with a massive belch.

You screamed as you fell to your knees tears streaming down your face.

Yes, you were finally free, but at what cost?

You had devoured Roxana, your only friend in this hellscape. You didn’t know if anyone from your family was still alive; you didn’t put it past HYDRA to hunt them down.

You never knew what became of the Soldat, your Soldat.

You had one thing though, the need for revenge.

Based on the memories you absorbed, HYDRA leadership was no more due to the utter failure of Project Insight and Natalia Romanova info-dumping the entire HYDRA archives.

There were still others associated with the now ‘shelved’ Project Hellcat.

You needed to find them and end them. If nothing else, to make sure no one else has to suffer like you.

Now you needed to make a plan. You found the closet functioning computer on the base and did some digging.

You finally learned of your Soldat. His name was James Buchanan Barnes, a WWII vet born in 1917.

  “James!” you beamed as the front door opened to reveal your Soldat. Flying into his arms he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

“Is this all for me?” Bucky peered over your shoulder at the feast on the table.

“Of course, silly!”

“You didn’t have to, y’know.” He scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of your efforts.

“Nonsense!” you playfully swatted his muscled pecs, “I wanted to return the favor, and because I love so darn much!”

“Well, your feast is in the warehouse. I got a special treat just for you. I hope you like it.” Bucky pecked your lips pulling out your chair before his own.

“Oh thank you, Bucky!”you pecked his cheek before gesturing towards the food, “Now dig in before it gets cold.” you insisted grabbing a large plate of some of his favorites despite his protests.

It only took one bite of lasagna for him to devour the food with a near animalistic vigor. You beamed with pride seeing something you made bringing some happiness again.

“How was your trip?” you inquired chiding Bucky to finish his food first.

Bucky stopped eating, placed his utensils down, and kept his head down. “I...I saw Steve again.”

Your smile faltered.

You knew Steve Rogers was a sore subject to James. He nearly killed him multiple times during HYDRA’s fall. Bucky didn’t think he was worthy to talk to Steve again.

You didn’t believe that for a second, though you didn’t have room to talk.

“It still surprises me how much that punk’s changed and somehow still remains the same.” Bucky chuckled as you gently squeezed his flesh hand.

  After Project Insight’s failure to launch, James went underground learning as much as he could about Steve Rogers/Captain America. He went to the Captain America wing of the Smithsonian. He could’ve sworn he saw a few toddlers recognizing him tugging on their older relatives' pant legs in hopes they’ll see a living legend.

Bucky tried to find his old neighborhood in Brooklyn only to find that it was either destroyed or renovated beyond recognition. It wasn’t until he went to a hole-in-the-wall bookstore that he found some respite in the form of an art book from one of Steve’s classes. That led him down a rabbit hole of picture books from the 20s to early 50s. There were pictures of activities he and Steve would do in their spare time as kids, Coney Island, the cinema across from old man Roscoe's Deli.

The tears nearly fell from his eyes in a deluge.

Memories of eating a sundae with his sisters and Steve at the local creamery, getting groceries for his ma while making sure she wasn’t carrying too much, pushing his sisters on the swings in the park, winning his first camera in a bet against the Desmond Boys, Steve convincing him not to sell said camera so he could score a date with Meredith, Becca first word being his name, finally getting Mason and his boys to leave Steve alone, and the blunder known as Rockaway Beach flooded Bucky’s mind.

James had to leave the bookstore before he was discovered.

He meandered down the street wondering what was left of his life. What happened to his sisters? Were they still alive? Did they have children or grandchildren? What became of his mother? How did she take the news of his death?

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to visit the cemetery.

  James felt ashamed of himself. He wondered if his 40s self would’ve had a sick laugh at his present self’s expense.

  One day, Bucky walked around his apartment block and saw a group of young children playing in a daycare playground.

They reminded him of you, his angel. Your eyes would glow with joy at the memories of helping your cousin with children at her office. He didn’t say much at the time, but he smiled and held your hand.

You were the final embers of light in his life.

  Life was relatively quiet albeit filled with nightmares until he started to feel eyes on him. Several HYDRA fragments found him, so with a heavy heart, Bucky was once again on the run.

  James was in London when it happened.

He decided to take the fight to HYDRA and tracked down a task force to a warehouse a few miles outside the metropolitan area. Fifteen ops surrounding him led by one of the head guards of Operation Hellcat. Nothing he couldn’t handle.

Dark gray mist filled the warehouse followed by a storm of black, violet, red, and gold mists concealing the source of the tempest of beastly roars and otherworldly wails. The unearthly sounds gave way to cracks, squelches, crunches, gargles, and screams of the men filled his ears all the while focusing on a familiar warmth around his waist.

The storm subsided to reveal his angel hugging and kissing his face with tears streaming down her face.

You finally found him.

Gently tilting up your chin, he sighed into a kiss that was every bit as wonderful as he imagined and more.

You were together at last.

  “He’s still looking for me.” Bucky croaked unable to conceal his sorrow any longer.

“I know, James. I know.” you consoled as you pulled him into your arms kissing away his tears.

The sad thing is that part of Bucky wanted Steve to find him. But another part of him wanted to stay hidden. He didn’t know how Steve and the rest of his team would treat you once they discover what HYDRA did to you. Would they accept both of you with open arms? Or would they turn you into the authorities? Would they take you away from him?

He couldn’t bear you getting hurt like that again.

“Umm,” you started annoyed at your stomach’s insistent growling and the voices were getting louder demanding that you feed them, “Could we finish this later? I’m starving.”

“Of course, angel. Don’t worry about the dishes.” Bucky kissed your forehead, “Now go enjoy your feast.”

  You strolled out of the brownstone towards the warehouse. The whole place was a reconstruction of the base that held you prisoner.

<<LET US FEED>>

‘Not yet.’

Opening one of the side doors, you entered and flipped on the lights. Spread out in a multilayered heart pattern were: 12 freshly dead cows, 10 freshly dead bucks, six freshly dead moose, five dead horses, a preserved hippo’s body, and 50 humans bound, blindfolded, and confused.

Smiling to yourself you made a mental note to thank Bucky for such a feast.

After removing their bindings with a wave of your hand, the living occupants of your meal stumbled and scurried around like fragile mice. You recognized most of them as upper HYDRA scum who managed to evade imprisonment, political figures with serious HYDRA ties, and several scientists involved with Project Hellcat including Drs. Walters, Beecham, Tomlin, Lamberti, Kumar, Mertens, and Wagner.

Lastly, standing in the middle of the arrangement was none other than Braddock.

They all seemed to stop moving when their eyes landed on you. Good. You wanted them to know that you’d be the last thing these scum see.

Black mist seeped in from the ground as you walked towards them. Several of the bastards, knowing this song and dance, tried to distance themselves from the group eyeing the walls for any possible exit.

One of them, a politician, stepped forward, “You look like a reasonable woman. I’ll give you anything! Money, power, you name it!”

You pressed your forefinger to your chin and pursed your lips, “Hmm, I want you,” you began disintegrating your clothes. Somehow the politician got aroused which made you feel even less for what’s next, “to feed me!” you grinned revealing your elongated fangs.

The royal purple and gold waves of your stomach tattoo started to rotate. Barbed black tentacles, tendrils, and claws swirled out covering your body and you became one with the mist.

The horny politician ran as he howled to the heavens in despair his fingers bleeding as he scraped the concrete floor. He gave in to his fate when he saw no one move to help him.

Why hasten their own demise?

His shrieks of terror were soon drowned out by crunches, cracks, and squelches as well as your moans of finally eating something filling.

You returned to the rest of the desperate souls licking your fingers, rubbing your ‘food baby’. Everyone saw the man’s face screaming in your belly before a tendril sliced it in half.

“Whew, that hit the spot!” you exclaimed after a loud belch, “But not nearly enough! So who’s next?”

Everyone else was in complete chaos. Some pushed each other forward, four almost fainted, and the rest screamed and begged to be released. You could’ve sworn one of them pissed themselves.

You sighed and tried again, “Okay, I’m gonna level with y’all. Anyone who makes it out these doors,” you gestured to the open exits, “by the time I count to ten gets to live. Alright?”

Everyone shut up and nodded.

“Okay, then.” your body already halfway blended into the mist.

“One…”

  It didn’t take long to eat the rest. It was easy once you pulverized their legs.

You noticed Braddock wasn’t moving, so you created a light above his person. He was coughing blood but refused to move. He thought he was going to face death with dignity.

Pompous Idiot.

“Was it worth it?” you asked sauntering up to him in your human form.

His response was to spit in your face,” HYDRA would’ve ruled this world for all time if it weren’t for your pathetic feelings! Such power is wasted on you!!”

Braddock’s mind snapped and screamed as you transformed into your other form.

“Better to be an emotional monster than a fascist piece of shit!” you retorted as you gleefully devoured him delighted to be rid of him.

  “Are you satisfied?’

<<VERY>>

“Good.” you winced gently pressing your knuckles into your overstuffed belly. You belched a few more times loving how full you were. Whether it was the voices or the pessimism that came with being held hostage and starved for 20+ years or the fact that you could finally eat your heart's content, feeling full always made you feel like everything was going well, if only for a mere moment.

You chuckled to yourself. Never did you think that you wouldn’t care if anyone heard or saw you do such things.

Guess it might be because you didn’t really have anything left to lose.

  It took several months after securing your freedom to get an independent hold on your powers keeping the cuffs around just in case. You started hearing voices in your head as if they were a legion. They took pity on you and offered to lend you their powers as long as you kept them fed.

In time, you learned more about what you gained. You could: teleport through your mists, manipulate all kinds of materials, manipulate various forms of energy and even use it to satisfy your hunger (though the voices didn’t like it), and comprehend a lot more at a rapid rate.

You could even manipulate reality to an extent.

Though all of that couldn’t make up for what you lost.

You couldn’t eat ‘normal’ food as everything turned to ash after a few bites. You were always hungry having to consume the biomass of at least two large bucks and a cow every day to keep the voices at bay.

You couldn’t be in public for long lest you start seeing everyone as food. You dreaded the signs: your eyes would glow gold as your stomach would growl and drool would escape your mouth while the voices demand that you feed.

One day when you felt you had a good grasp on your powers, you tried walking in a park. You smiled and waved to children running around without a care in the world content to share in their joy.

You only lasted five minutes before your stomach growled and voices came back. You cried yourself to sleep that night feeling like an abomination wondering if everyone would be better off with you gone.

It always felt like there was a barrier between you and everyone else gleefully reminding you of what you’ve lost.

  You trudged back to the brownstone once your ‘feast’ was digested.

You were happy to finally be rid of Braddock and his ilk as they could no longer destroy any more lives, but it just felt hollow. You were still bound to a being outside of time and space, and you couldn’t see your family without wanting to devour them.

  You found Bucky in bed flipping through a vintage album of his old neighborhood.

“Thank you so much for the feast, love!” you gushed as you changed into a Delicate Sunshade Lace Kimono and thong.

“Had to return the favor after you said you were gonna make a feast of my favorites, sweetheart.”

“How did you find them?”

Most of the people digesting in your stomach were on the run once word got about your feedings. Some tried moving off the grid. One even got plastic surgery.

Braddock was the oddest. Bucky found them in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere hoping to die before you could find him.

“Doesn’t matter. They’re better off in your tummy making sure my angel is stuffed and satisfied.” he cooed in your ear kissing and rubbing your tummy for emphasis.

You giggled and playfully swatted him away loving how outgoing and playful he became once he was free of HYDRA’s control.

It was hard for you at first since he was a little stunned to see you after the initial kiss. You discovered that he was funny, caring, and thoughtful. It did take some time to have any physical relations though you were over the moon when your body didn’t see him as food.

If anything, he seemed to silence the voices for a bit.

Nine months passed before you had time with Bucky. It was amazing, even more so when you didn’t get hungry for five days.

“Have you talked to Erinma?” Bucky paused his playful demeanor.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your heart rate sped up.

  You finally had the courage to seek out your family three months ago hoping to reconnect with them.

Unfortunately, both your father and Ngozika were dead.

Your father died in 1997 when his body gave out after suffering two strokes compounded by diabetes. The doctors figured the stress of losing may have played a part.

They tried everything they could to find you. The police gave up only after two weeks and the PI stopped after 14 months. Though you wouldn’t put it past HYDRA to quash the investigation.

Ngozika was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006. It would’ve been caught soon had the country cared to get universal healthcare. Her remission didn’t go as well as everyone hoped with her lasting about 3.5 years.

She died without ever knowing if you were alive or not.

You spent two nights mourning the loss of your father and surrogate big sister at their headstones. You would’ve stayed longer, but you had to feed.

Erinma did achieve her goal of becoming a pulmonary surgeon spurred on by the deaths of your father and Ngozika. Granted it did also land her $80K in student loan debt. She was forced to sell her childhood house and father’s motorcycle to come close to breaking even.

She even had twins, a girl and a boy named Kamharida (I shall not fall) and Ikemefuna (I shall not lose my strength).

You laughed bitterly. While you were truly happy for your sister, everyone thought you would be the one to have children, including yourself. Now it was a cruel fantasy.

You’ve entertained the idea of seeing your sister again as you desperately wanted to see her and be part of your niece and nephew’s lives. But you were terrified of your sister calling you a monster, though you couldn’t blame her for all the things you’ve done.

  “I dialed her number...but I couldn’t say anything.” you sobbed.

What could you say? You were kidnapped by a decades-old white supremacist organization that tortured and experimented on you for decades. You were bound to a being that requires an ungodly amount of flesh to keep you from becoming a berserker of gluttony.

Sure, you were able to divert the lion's share of HYDRA’s assets to shell companies to supply yourself with the necessary biomass, but--

“Stop being cruel to yourself. You are incredibly kind, selfless, caring, and most definitely NOT a monster.”

“Never cry for you are my beautiful angel, my magnificent goddess sent from above.” He cooed as he kissed your tears, cheeks, forehead, and jaw with each affirmation. His thumb ran across your lower lip as his face broke out into a breathtakingly handsome smile.

It was so pure you could cry.

You hugged Bucky inhaling his smoked cedar, citrus, and aged leather scent. Once his scent calms you down, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.

James groaned as you part your mouth for him delighting in the sonata of flavors he’s feasted on, though a little saddened that’s the only way you can taste them.

You play with his silky locks as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline sporadically leaving love marks on your skin.

His calloused yet gentle hands undid the bow holding the kimono in place kissing your shoulders and upper arms. You gasped when he lightly grazed your skin with his canines encouraged by your whimpers and moans.

“My beautiful angel,” he rumbled sending shivers down your spine as he bit the juncture between your neck and shoulders.

Bucky was about to unhook your bra when you grabbed his wrist, pushed him down onto the bed, and tied his wrists to the headboard with black tendrils.

“Relax, love,” you instructed as you kissed your way down his jawline, neck, shoulders, chest, and upper arms. You gazed upon Bucky’s beautiful form wondering how lucky you were. Most men who looked like him were jerks to you in the past especially when they learned of your parents' accents. You still remembered the way some people looked at your mother at stores.

You narrowed your eyes as you lowered one hand towards his boxers and disintegrated them. Your fingers morphed into tentacles and tendrils of varying sizes wrapping around his jaw-dropping length giving it little pulls and tugs along the shaft. One tendril wrapped around his tip and squeezed scooping up the precum into your drooling mouth.

“Hmm!” You moaned at the taste: salty, tangy, and a little sweet.

Numerous smaller tentacles and tendrils slithered out of your mouth. Their pulls from their varied cups send jolt after jolt of pleasure. You felt his cock harden, but decided to draw it out by retracting right as he was about to go over the edge wanting to tease him from last time.

You finally let him cum after 20 minutes of teasing and five minutes of begging.

Bucky came with a roar as his eyes glowed red.

“Wanna do that again?’

You took his chuckle as a yes.

  You got two more out of Bucky before he decided to switch growing impatient with your teasing.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for that, angel,” he warned giggling as he flipped you over; his eyes glowing gold and his fangs elongating.

The sight of those never failed to make you wet.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart, “he growled as you pouted. He usually loved your bratty behavior in bed, but not now.

Bucky absorbed some of the tendrils from your skin and shot them back out gently spreading your legs.

You cast him an accusatory glance.

“Is that so? Then why are you wet for me?” he tsked licking his lips at the sight of you huffing in defeat.

Bucky grinned as he kissed and nipped your thick, plush inner thighs relishing in your moans. With his eyes locked with yours, he licked your slit while a small tentacle creeps from his mouth, its suction cups teasing your clit. Three more dive into your folds moving back and forth in a scissoring motion.

You moaned raking your nails along his scalp and the planes of muscle on his back.

James chuckled loving how you taste; so sweet with notes of honey and citrus. He could get drunk on this.

He alternated between eating you out and kissing/nipping your inner thighs while messaging the globes of your ass and the softness of your waist. He added to your sweet torture by sticking two of his fingers past your folds along with the tendrils still inside. He chuckled when you threw back your head in a moan mixed with a sob.

You grew frustrated with Bucky wouldn’t let you come even after 15 minutes of blinding pleasure.

“James, please!” you begged as he circled your clit again.

Bucky raised his head and murmured, “Let me adore you like the goddess you are, huh?”

You almost came at the spot when Bucky ordered you to look at him. His hair tie was long discarded with several clumps sticking to his face. His hooded eyes were black with lust, and his tongue was circling your clit with three of his fingers in your folds.

Bucky finally let you come after 45 minutes of teasing with a whisper.

You cried out as the dam of pleasure was finally released while he made sure to lap up every last drop of nectar.

Bucky smirked as he lifted you up and grabbed some pillows, “Turn for me, angel?”

You whined in protest not even recovering from the last orgasm.

He kissed both your cheeks, “Relax for me, okay? I promise this is gonna feel good. I'll take it from here.”

You moaned as his fingers dug into your thick thighs secretly loving how sensitive you were after the orgasm.

Bucky grunted as he situated himself between your thighs groaning at the sight of your blissed-out expression.

“Fuck, I’m glad you came into my life.”

“Are you ready, angel?” you nodded as he slowly entered you.

You hissed as your walls stretched for him never getting used to the size.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well!” Bucky praised you as he rewarded you by playing with your clit.

You cried out and he groaned. You from the sensations of Bucky playing with your clit plus stretching out for him, and Bucky from how tightly you were squeezing him.

Bucky looked down and saw: your hooded eyes staring back at him with love and lust, your full, plump lips forming a pleasure-filled ‘O’, and your coils framing your face like a halo.

“Bucky, please!” you begged as what little pain you first felt faded into pleasure.

He caressed your face with one hand as he started moving with slow, shallow strokes, only picking up his tempo once you gave the go-ahead.

Bucky left open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, hands, anywhere he could reach murmuring sweet praises with each kiss. You thought your heart would burst from feeling so loved.

You practically squealed in pleasure when Bucky reached your sweet spot. He stayed at that pace for another 30 minutes holding out so that the moment would last.

You were a sobbing mess blind to the world outside the two of you.

You both came at the same time, you with a moan and Bucky with a growl.

  As you both lay in bed, glowing with a sheen of sweat, Bucky cradled your head in his hands. “You will always be an angel to me.”

You nodded and bit your lower lip, “Can I be on top for round two?”

Bucky laughed as you flipped him over.

 After Bucky carried you over to the tub to wash off, he cupped your cheeks, “Never call yourself a monster,”

You smiled as he gently wiped your tears away from your eyes with his thumbs.

You were about to thank him when your phone rang. Lumbering to the dresser you cautiously answered leaping with joy when you heard your sister’s voice on the other end.

Bucky beamed lazily at the scene before him glad that you were finally able to connect with your sister. He hoped better things will come.

He was about to rest his head against his pillow when he saw his own pulse with a text.

Bucky’s heart filled with dread.

It was Steve saying he was coming to bring him home.

#bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x black!reader #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #smut #angst #mcu angst #mcu smut #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu oneshot #fantasy gore #winter soldier #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff

[otrtbs]

AHHHH LOVING THE NEW COLOURS!! 🧡

just coming to do the weekly check in:

1) how are you going?

1a) learnt anything new this week?

2) how’s tender curiosities, baby! doing? (tell her i lover her)

3) read any good/new fics this week?

4) TIMOTHEE IS SO FINE

okay, that’s all for now. ily and i adore you <3

AHH THANK YOU!! <3 :,)

1)I am well!! Busy w life and things yk how it is

1a) I learned how to make chai orange muffins !! haha i also (relearned) what covalent and ionic bonds were in chemistry, courtesy of my sister (she's starting college this year as a biochemical engineering major freaking genius that she is)

2) tcb! is chilling, she's just,,, yk,,, hanging out hahaha rotating like a rotisserie chicken round and round in my mind (i will let her know!!)

3) I haven't read any new fics but I am reading wywm currently!! it is so amazing and wonderful, but i'm literally taking forever to read it. one of these days, i'm gonna take a day, binge it, and catch up so i can be a part of the live update squad 😈 im also re-reading the goldfinch (shocker ik) and i just started in the woods by tana french (neither are fics but they are also what im reading this week!!)

4) INDEED HE IS!! AND HE WAS ACTIVE TODAY AND I MISSED HIM AND AND AND

thanks for checking in bae <3 ily, and hope you are doing well!! <33

#asks

[imjusttryingtolivemylife1]

Michael: Depressed

TRIGGER WARNING

This story mentions suicide, and depression. Read at your own risk.

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Michael’s life was going great. Touring with his band was the best feeling ever, considering how far they had come. His bandmates were his best friends, and he had a wonderful girlfriend,  who didn't just use him for his money. 

He was happy all the time. He loved his bandmates, and his girlfriend more than anything else in the world. He loved his fans, and twitch streaming was his favourite hobby.

His life was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Until that night. 

It was January 19th, 2019. (this date is just made up :))

Him and Abigail were going to dinner. He had been planning their date for weeks, and couldn't be more excited. He checked himself, and fixed himself in the mirror. He looked at the ring once more, and tucked it into his inside pocket.

It was the night he had been waiting for forever. He hoped she would say yes, and he was sure she would. They loved each other more than anything. But the nerves were still there.  

His phone buzzed, and a message from her appeared on the screen.

‘Hey Mikey, can we reschedule? Im not feeling well :(‘

He read the text a couple times before responding. Yes he was excited, but to him, she mattered more than anything to him. I guess the proposal would have to wait. 

‘Of course baby. Do you need anything?’

‘Im okay, thanks’ 

And with that, his amazing date-to-be was canceled. He had to wait a little while longer to claim his soon-to-be fiance. He had everything planned out. 

He sighed, and called the restaurant to cancel the plans. He was a little disappointed, but he'd be fine. He decided to stream for a little while to get his mind off things. 

He was only live for a few short minutes when the comments started coming in.

“Ew ,why does he look like that?” someone said

“Looks like someones been eating too much XD” 

“Bruh, go get a tan lmao”

He shut off the stream. He decided to go see what everyone else was up to. He walked into the living room of the boys' shared flat. The boys were all playing FIFA. 

“Oooooo Hey Mikey!” Luke exclaimed. 

“Hey guys.” Michael sat on the couch beside Ashton

“Are you ready for your date tonight? To Propose! Wait, that's tonight right?” Ashton questioned, confusing himself

“It was, but not anymore. Abigail canceled. I guess she's not feeling well enough to go” Michael sighed.

“Oh really? I'm so sorry.” Ashton replied. 

“You guys wanna go to- I don't know, somewhere?” Ashton added, seeing Michaels sad expressions.

“Oooo We should go to the steakhouse! I love steak!” Luke practically yelled.

“Okay. Michael, is that okay” Ashton wanted to make sure he wanted to first. It's no fun trying to have fun with someone who doesn't want to have fun.

“Yeah. That sounds great actually” Michael smiled. This night was going to be great after all. 

“Okay we’ll leave in 20” Ashton said, leaving the room to shower. 

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They all loaded into Michael's car, and headed to the steakhouse. It wasn't a far drive , and shouldnt take them that long.

When they arrived, they had to wait for about 10 minutes. It was a popular place, and was really busy. He was still a little disappointed remembering the ring, but he was excited to have fun with his best friends.

They walked in, and the waiter sat them in a booth, Michael sat by Luke, and Calum by Ashton. The waiter asked them what they wanted to drink. 

Luke ordered a Coke.

Ashton ordered a Tea

Calum ordered a Tea

Michael ordered a water, remembering the twitch comments from earlier. 

“I thought you thought water was gross?” Ashton questioned. 

“Eh, I don’t drink enough” Michael replied, adding a fake half laugh for effect. 

The waiter came back with the drinks, and got their orders. 

They all ordered Steak, except Luke who ordered chicken tenders.

“You're such a child” Michael laughed

They started talking about upcoming shows and touring. They created a set list, and opening songs. By the time they had finished, Michael was more insecure than before. And it wasn't anyone's fault.

Was he really good at singing? Or did everyone feel bad for him?

Does he actually belong in the band?

‘I bet their looking to replace me’ Michael told himself.

He felt useless all the sudden.

Did his best friends hate him?

He was pathetic. Fucking pathetic. 

The waiter came back with their food. Everyone started eating, except michael. Who just sat there, staring at his steak. 

Nobody mentioned it though. They knew he was upset, and they didn't want to upset him anymore. He sat there and picked at his food, taking a bite every so often.

“Who’s up for ice cream? I could use a banana milkshake!” Ashton laughed.

“What kind of question is that? I love ice cream!” Luke chimed in

“Of course you would. You're literally a 5 year old.” Calum laughed

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Am not”

“Oh my god. You're both children, grow up’ Ashton interrupted, followed by all three of the boys laughing. 

The waiter brought the check. Ashton paid, and they all left. 

They drove to get ice cream, about 15 minutes away from where they were. The whole ride was all the boys, including Michael who cheered up a bit at this point, blasting sgfg and singing along. There was some dancing, except from Michael, who was busy driving. 

Once they had arrived at the ice cream place, they all went inside to order. Ashton of course ordered a Banana Milkshake, and Luke got Cookies and Cream. Calum got Mint Chocolate Chip, and Michael got Chocolate Ice Cream.  

Then it happened. 

They were walking out of the store, which was crowded by the way, and then he saw her. 

Who was she with?

“Abi-” He started, when the guy leaned down and kissed her.

His heart shattered.

“Michael? What's wron-” Ash stoped mid sentence. He saw it. 

“Come on.” He grabbed Michaels arm and brought him twarts the car. 

They got in the car. Ashton decided to drive, and convinced Michael to sit in the back with Calum. 

As soon as they got in the car, Michael burst into tears. 

The love of his life- His whole life, just betrayed him. 

He couldn't believe it. He cried. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He just cried. 

It was a silent ride home. The only sound made was Michael's brief sniffles and sobs in the background.

They got home, and Michael just went to his room. He laid there. He just laid there. For hours, and cried.

Then he had to go to the bathroom. He was too sad, so he just held it. 

How could he not have seen this coming? 

He thought she loved him.

Because he loved her. And so he thought she loved him.

He cried off and on for a few hours. He tried not to think about her, he really did, but every single second, all he saw was her kissing him. 

He continued to try to think of ways to make himself feel better. All the advice he’d ever given, or had been given. Then he remembered.

Ashton told him once that when he was younger, he would cut his arms with a razor. It helped him feel better. 

Maybe he could do that.

Or maybe he shouldn't.

But maybe he could try.

He looked at the posters above his head. Almost all of them had pictures of the band. He took one of the pins out of the corner, letting the poster fall slightly. 

He stared at it for a minute, not knowing if what he was doing was right. Maybe it would help. 

He pressed the tip of the pin against the bottom of his wrist. He pushed it in slightly, feeling the pain of the tip stabbing him. He slowly pulled across his wrist, wincing in pain. He continued to drag it over the entirety of his wrist. He slowly made a few more going up his arm. Then he stopped. 

He looked at wrist. What had he just done. He had purposely hurt himself.

Maybe he should tell someone.

Or maybe he shouldn't. 

He stared at the blood dripping down his wrists. He didn’t cry anymore. He couldn’t.

He checked the time on his phone. It was 3:27 am.

Well. It's been around 6 hours, and nobody bothered to check on him. 

He sighed. He needed to go to the bathroom. After about 10 minutes of trying to get the energy, he shakily stood up and walked to the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look good. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and walked back to his room. He climbed back into his bed and stared at the ceiling. He soon fell asleep.

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He awoke a few hours later. Or that's what he thought, before he checked the time. He flipped his phone on, and the numbers read 4:30 pm.

“Jesus” he said out loud. 

After laying there for a few minutes, He got up and went to the bathroom. Getting up was a little easier this time. 

He then walked out to the living room. The boys were sitting in the living room playing FIFA.

Michael felt left out. He knew why they didn’t bother him, and quite honestly, he was glad they didn’t. He wanted to be alone anyway. Then he remembered.

His wrists. He looked down to make sure they were still covered, which they were. He sighed and walked into the living room. The three boys turned to look at him, all at once.

“The zombie has risen!” Ashton exclaimed, earning a slap by Calum.

“Be nice” Calum playfully scolded. 

Ashton rolled his eyes. “Wanna play?”

“No thanks. I just came to get some water.” 

“Okay.. If you need anything, let us know” He frowned

“Yep” and with that, he grabbed a water bottle and went back to his room. 

He sat on his bed. He couldn't do this, his chest hurt. He felt horrible. 

He felt unloved.

He felt his world come crashing down. His girlfriend never gave a shit about him. Why was he even in this fucking band. He didn’t deserve what he has. The fans, the friends. 

Or maybe he didn't have any. Maybe his friends just felt bad for him. The fans probably didn't like him either. Why would they? He was just some lazy fuck up whose life doesn’t matter to anyone. 

He let out a choked sob as he felt the tears on his cheeks. He didn’t even realise he’d been crying. He laid down and buried his face into his pillow. 

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He didn’t remember it, but he must have fallen asleep while crying, because when he woke up, his face was buried in his wet, tear-soaked pillow.

He rolled up his sleeves. His cuts had scabbed over. He needed more. It felt so good last time. 

He took the pin from his bedside table. He rolled down his other sleeve and pressed the pin into his skin. He made three. He had five going down one arm, and three going down the other. 

He just stared at them. He wanted to cry, but he knew he needed to stop with the tears. They were childish, and he was pathetic. 

He hadn’t eaten in two days. His stomach started to hurt a little. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t needed anymore. He stood, went to his desk, and sat down. He pulled out a piece of paper, and a pen. He started to write letters to everyone.

One was addressed to friends.

One to his family, with separate ones to his mum and dad. 

One to his best friends, his band mates. 

And one to his fans.

There wasn't enough space to write everything he needed to. There shouldn’t have been an end to the note. There was still so much he had to say. 

Now he was ready. He just needed a way to do it.

He walked out to the living room. It was 11, so he thought everyone would still be awake, which they were. Well, Luke and Calum were. 

“Guys? Where's Ashton?” He wanted to say a goodbye to them in person, and he knew that Ashton had a variety of different pills. He knew you could overdose on ibuprofen, which he knew Ashton had. 

“He went to the store. He said he didn't feel well and went to get some cough drops. WHatcha need? Luke questioned, eyes glued to the tv.

“Nothing. Nevermind” He turned to walk back to the room, when the door opened and Ashton walked in.

“Nevermind, there he is” Luke grinned

“Yeah i'm here, You okay Mikey?” Ashton sympathetically questioned.

“Yeah, I just um” He started. 

Was this something he should really do? 

“I was wondering if you had any ibuprofen. I've got a bit of a headache” he finished.

He needed to, He was too prepared to go back now. 

“Yeah, there's some in my bathroom cabinet” He began to walk back to the living room “Oh and you should probably eat something, that could help.” He smiled before sitting down with the other two boys.

“Okay thanks” He already started walking back to his room. He stopped and turned around.

 “I love you guys.” He said with tears in his eyes. 

“We love you too, is everything okay?” Ashton said, getting immediately alert.

“Yeah, I just wanted you to know that.” And with that he walked back to his room.

He walked to the cabinet. He took two handfuls of the small white pills, and walked back to his room. 

He sat there for about an hour, thinking about whether this is what he wanted to do or not, but his mind was already made up.

He took the water on his table, and took the pills. 

One by one. He texted his mum and dad and told them he loved him. He waited for a few minutes. 

Then he got scared. He didn’t want to say goodbye. He wasn’t ready yet. He began to cry. He decided to call someone who wouldn't be mad at him

He picked up his phone and tapped on Liam’s contact. 

“Michael? It's 1:30 in the morning. Are you okay?’ He heard a yawn from the other end and he immediately felt guilty. 

“Nothing. Sorry. I'm okay.” And he went to hang up

“No no don’t hang up. What's wrong? You sound upset.” 

“I just-” He choked on a sob. He couldn’t breathe. 

“I t-took too many pills liam. Im scared. Help me please.” He choked out. He was full on bawling now. 

“You took pills micael? What kind? Michael answered me!” Liam practically screamed into the phone.

“Ibuprofen” He choked out.

“Shit. Listen buddy. I need you to go wake up Ashton. Im five minutes away”

“But i don’t want t-” 

“Michael please.”

“Okay.” 

“Ill be there in five minutes. You don't even have to explain. I will when I get there. Just wake him up and tell him I said to get dressed.” Liam tried to calm him. 

“Okay” And he hung up.

He shakily walked to Ashtons room. He didn't even get to the bed when Ashton shot up. 

“Mikey? Whats wrong?” he frantically stood up. 

“I- Liam said-” He started.

“Liams said what? Ill beat the shit outta him” Ashton said angrily\

“No Liam said to get dressed” He finished.

“Okay..?’ Ashton threw on some clothes as Liam walked through the door. He had Louis with him.

“Louis with Ashton. Michael, lets go” 

“Where are we-” Ashton started

“Louis will explain on the way. Now let's go” Liam instructed. 

Ashton looked really confused, and really scared.

“You wanna explain what's going on yet?” He questioned

“Michael took a bunch of pills. He wanted to kill himself. Then he got scared and he called Liam for help. Liam called poison control, and told him to take  him to the hospital because it could kill him.”

Ashton froze. 

“Come on” They walked out the door.

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“Damn it Michael, how many did you take?!?” He yelled, frustrated

“I don’t know, okay? It's not like I counted them!” He shouted back

Liam sighed in frustration. 

“Look, when we get there, they’re gonna ask. And they’re probably going to want to admit you for observation. Don’t act aggressive or anything. I'm gonna try to get them to let you come home. We can tell them that you'll stay with me. Don’t be scared, just go along with it, alright?” Liam explained, a little more sympathetically

“Two handfuls”

“What?”

“Two handfuls. I took two handfuls.” 

“Really? Fucking christ Michael.” 

They sat in silence for the next few minutes. Though the minutes felt like hours. He hates himself right now. If he wasn’t so pathetic, he would still probably be in bed, or even better, maybe dead.

“Why’d you do it? We love you. We could have helped you.” Liam sighed. He had an upset sounding tone to his voice.

“I don’t want help, Liam. I just want it to stop.” He choked

“I just want the pain to go away.”

The rest of the ride was silent. Nobody said anything.

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“You okay?”

 They had been driving, and Ashton hadn’t said a word. Louis was getting a little concerned. 

“It's my fault.” Ashton finally said.

“What do you mean? This has nothing to do with you.” Louis questioned.

“I shouldn’t have suggested dinner.”

“He would've found out anyway.”

Ashton sighed. 

“I told him”

“Told him what?’

“About me. What I-”

The realization suddenly hit him.

“Do you think he- His arms- I told him it helped. Fuck, this is my fault.” Ashton started crying. 

“No this isn’t your fault. You can’t control his decisions. It'll be okay, We can get him help, okay?”

“Yeah”

Ashton silently cried the rest of the way there. What had he done?

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They pulled in the Accidents and Emergency entrance. They walked inside, Michael was shaking. They walked up to the desk.

“Hello ma’am. I called about 30 minutes ago about the-” Liam Started

“Yes sir, right this way. We have a room ready for him.” The nurse motioned for them to follow. 

She took them to their room, and let them get situated. Liam texted Louis, and told him and ashton to get ahold of the other boys to let them know what was going on, and hopefully keep this all off the news,

A doctor came in to get Michaels weight, height, and blood pressure. They then did some bloodwork to check his drug levels, to see what the medicine was doing.

They were happy to inform the boy that they had caught the ibuprofen early enough to stop it before it could do any harm.

They had him drink an orange drink to help with his potassium levels, then sent in a physiatrist. 

“You want me to leave?” Liam questioned. He wanted Michael to feel comfortable.

“No. Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay, you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The physiatrist walked in, and began trying to talk to him.

“So what made you take these pills, Michael?”

“I don’t know”

“Okay.. How many did you take?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alrigty then. Are there any events that have happened recently that would make you want to harm yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

The doctor sighed. 

“Michael, I hate to tell you, but taking the pills doesn’t make you forget. If you don’t start talking soon, we’ll have to admit you for close observation.” 

Michael sighed.

“I'll give you the basics of what happened. I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend, and she canceled. I went out with my friends, best friends, to cheer myself up. I saw her kissing someone else. Then some people called me f-fat and w-worthless and I can’t handle it anymore” He choked out

“I see.” The doctor wrote some things on his notepad. 

“I’ll leave you be for a little bit.” Then he walked out.

As soon as he left, Michael started bawling. 

Liam walked over and hugged him. Louis walked in, and Ashton followed with red eyes. 

Liam moved out of the way, to make room for ashton. Ashton and Michael looked at eachother, then Ashton walked over and gave him a hug. 

Nobody said anything. 

About 3 hours later, a doctor came in and released them. They had tried to keep Michael for a day or two of observation, but Liam not-so-politely declined. 

It was now 5 in the morning. 

Liam filled out the papers for the dismissal, then they left. It was an awkward silence, with nobody really ready to talk about it. 

Everyone in the band had been informed of the situation and was told not to say anything about it. 

The all climbed into Liam’s car. Harry had to come get Louis’ for something earlier, and began the drive home.

Michael was stuck in his own thoughts. What if their fans found out what he had done? What if they would think of him as weak? What would they think of him?

They pulled into the driveway. 

Ashton and Michael climbed out of the car. Michael went inside while Ashton talked to Louis and Liam for a few minutes. 

He went inside and climbed into his bed,

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Michael didn’t say anything. It was Ashton. He walked in the room, and stood in the doorway.

“It’ll be alright. I don’t want to say I know what you’re going through, because I don’t, but It’ll be okay.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes.

“We’ll get through this. Together.” He shot him a slight smile, and left him to get some sleep.

#ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos #5sos fanfic #one direction #onedirection #one direction fanfiction #suicide #depressed #whump

[say-narry]

Hey i was wondering if you could write a fluffy zayn x reader?

Hey babe, sorry to be late... I have many requests so I adapted this one for you (original is with Harry).

Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :) These gif's aren't mine.

Pairings: Zayn!boyfriend x Reader

warnings: no one

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Make a massage

One more day in that company and you would rip someone's head off.

The thought made you laugh weakly as you parked at Zayn's house. It was a little after six o'clock when you clicked the control to close the garage door.

Your head was pounding with fatigue, no pill could cure that, but you had another remedy: Zayn, actually, his hands.

Your shoulders burned and you grabbed your backpack and locked the car, sighing as you walked through the door leading straight from the kitchen.

"Hey Sunny!" Zayn smiled, stirring the pot.

The smell of cooking chicken came from the oven, making your stomach beg for a big piece. You loved to eat, even more so when Zayn was home and cooking for you.

"Hi baby." You replied and pulled your backpack over near the countertop on the floor and sat down on the bench facing Zayn. You leaned against the clear marble which made Zayn let out a chuckle.

"Rough day?" He turned off the fire and washed his hands, you tried to relax but everything seemed to hurt. You waved your thumb.

You felt him coming closer caressing your head, you turned to him and hugged him, feeling his perfume and the warm temperature made your body relax little by little.

"I can imagine, my love... I can imagine" Zayn hugged you, caressing your back covered by your t-shirt.

"Do you massage?" You asked giving your best pity face as you raised your face to Zayn, seeing those two green eyes staring at you.

"Let's go to dinner, then you'll get to know my massage therapist side." He kissed you softly and left a kiss on the top of your head, you agreed leaning into him to get off the chair.

The pajamas consisting of slippers, sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt in a gray tone made you feel welcomed, it wasn't tight like your social pants and didn't hurt your foot like the high heels you walked on all day.

You threw yourself onto the fluffy bed with a grunt, Zayn had just stepped into the shower and you looked forward to the moment when his hands would squeeze your tense muscles.

You dozed off when you felt Zayn's body sitting on your buttocks and leaning over you and supporting your arms stretched out beside your body as his lips kissed your back.

"My love, do you still want the massage? Or do you want to sleep?" He whispered and you nodded positively.

Soon he got off of you and you straightened up on the bed sitting Indian style and he sat behind you, leaving you between his legs.

"Take your top off, sunshine, please." You took it off, leaving only a loose fitting top, listening to Zayn uncap a blackberry scented gel.

He had bought it the last time he was in Italy, he knew how much you loved the fruit and the smell of the products made with it.

"Before doing so, Z carefully pinned your hair up high, massaging your scalp and secured it with a clip that was in his hair, you thought all the care was incredible.

Zayn even though he was far away, loved to know about your day no matter how dull it was and even though he had many more amazing stories to tell, he was always like that, careful and interested in you and everything that was involved with you.

"The intern... I'm doing work for two!" You started and your skin shivered as the icy gel touched your skin, Zayn's large hands spread the product, squeezing just above your shoulders earning a groan from you "I teach her everything I know and she ignores it, I think she doesn't like me... and why do you know, babe"

Zain frowned between his eyebrows, spreading a little more of the cream to near the hem of his sweatshirt "Actually I don't know, my love, why?"

His thumbs pressed a sore spot on your shoulders, making you arch your body "It hurts, Z" you whined again.

"Sorry my little one, it feels like your muscle has knotted" He distributed kisses and massaged again and now, more lightly.

"She's your fan and she knows we're dating..." you let out, rolling your eyes "I don't know..." A mixture of sadness, tiredness and confusion went through you.

Since you started dating Zayn, your life had changed, but you still remained a studious, hardworking, independent woman, you were responsible for training the new HR girl, but seeing Zayn's and your picture on her lockscreen and your face on his instagram pictures, she just ignored you, leaving you to talk to yourself. You tried to understand, but working in human resources, it made you upset, were you guilty of loving someone?

"Really... But still, it makes me sad." You confessed taking a deep breath.

"My sun..." Zayn caught her attention "You care too much about others...and that's what makes me love you so much, know that! But try not to worry so much, okay? I love you and my fans know how good you do me!"

He put his arms around your waist and laid you on his chest, Zayn was also shirtless and you allowed yourself to relax once again. His fingers massaged your hand, twisting it lightly, twisting your fists slightly, and bringing them close to his face allowing him to leave tender kisses.

"I love you too, even more your massaging side." You smiled with your eyes already closed.

The last thing you heard was Zayn laughing softly and snuggling you tighter in his arms.

#zayn #zayn malik #zayn malik x reader #zayn malik fluff #zayn fluff #zayn malik smut #zayn malik blurb #zayn malik request #zayn malik one shot #zayn malik fanfic

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: hi!! i know i have been pretty consistent about updating this fic every other day but i’m starting a new job in addition to school so the updates may be a little bit slower. my apologies!!

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Chapter 18

Emily was the first to clock it. She whispered to Derek who told Penelope and then it was game over. Everyone knew about the mysterious ring that appeared on Spencer’s finger over Christmas break.

Spencer was in the break room, refilling his coffee mug, when they began to discuss theories.

“You think they got engaged and married in the week we didn’t see him?” Rossi asked.

“If they did, I’m going to kill him for not telling us let alone be there,” Penelope huffed, stomping her high heel.

“But the ring isn’t on his ring finger,” JJ pointed out.

“Maybe the kid doesn’t know,” Derek offered.

“You think a genius doesn’t know which finger a wedding ring goes on?” Hotch asked, amused.

It was clear it was big news because even Hotch and Rossi had come out of their offices when Reid got up from his chair.

Spencer walked back into the bullpen, stopping when he noticed everyone’s eyes on him.

“Do we have a case?” Spencer asked.

“What’s with the ring on your finger, Boy Wonder?” Penelope questioned.

“Oh um that,” Spencer looked down at his hand wrapped around his mug, “Y/N and I have matching ones.”

He thought that cleared everything up so he continued to walk over to his desk. Once he was seated, he looked up to see everyone still staring at him.

“Did you elope?” Emily asked.

“No. This is on my index finger, not my ring finger,” he held up his hand, “The wedding ring is traditionally placed on the ring finger because it was believed that the finger had a vein that connected directly to the heart but that’s actually untrue.”

“So why the rings?” Rossi chimed in.

“I don’t know. I just really love her and I wanted to have something connecting us whenever we’re apart,” Spencer shrugged.

He blushed at the sounds of the team ‘awww’ing and ‘ooh’ing.

“Also I guess since everyone needs to know everything about my personal life, Hotch already knows but I’ll be out next week. Jo, Y/N, and I are going to Disneyworld,” Spencer smiled.

“Oh Henry loved it when we went but you’re going to be dead on your feet at the end of each day,” JJ said.

-

Jo was most excited for Animal Kingdom so that was the park you were starting off with.

You all waited in line for the safari ride. Spencer was adamant about all the germs festering at amusement parks so he had a backpack full of hand sanitizer, disinfecting wipes, and other essentials. He was carrying Jo on his shoulders and holding your hand.

Once you loaded into the safari vehicle, the tour guide introduced himself and the ride began.

Jo looked at the huge elephants grazing in amazement.

“Elephants live in groups called herds made up of only females. The matriarch is the oldest female in the herd and she is usually in charge,” Spencer whispered to you both.

The tour guide was spewing off facts about the animals as well but I think it was safe to say you and Jo preferred your own personal genius.

Zebras were drinking from the watering hole as you passed by.

“A group of zebras is called a dazzle and their stripes act as a way to cool themselves as well as avoid bug bites,” Spencer stated.

Next was the Expedition Everest roller coaster. Jo barely made the height requirement, cheering when the ride operator gave her the all clear after bringing out the measuring stick.

Immediately after finishing the ride, Jo demanded you ride it again. She was definitely a thrill seeker, alright.

After you took a lunch break of chicken tenders and fries, Spencer insisted everyone wash their hands twice and reapply sunscreen. It was nice to have someone even more responsible than you.

Then, you caught the Lion King Festival stage show to take a break from walking for a bit. It seemed fitting since one of your first memories as a family is singing along to that movie.

Jo seemed to be enjoying it but you and Spencer were trying your best to not doze off. The show was interesting enough, there were animatronics of the characters and acrobats and dancers but you and Spencer were both just so tired after running around to keep up with Jo all day.

Jo tapped Spencer awake after the show ended and the audience was clearing out.

“Daddy, dinosaurs!” she reminded him.

Your final ride of the day would be the dinosaur ride where it simulates traveling back in time.

The three of you got buckled up in the front row of the ride. It started out peaceful and Jo was watching the animatronic dinosaurs in awe.

However, things quickly went south. The ride was designed to seem like it was going out of control. The flashing lights, fake smoke, and hissing big dinosaurs soon began to overwhelm Jo. She curled up in a ball in between you both.

You were bent over, whispering reassurances into her ear that it was all just pretend and she would be okay. Spencer was stroking her hair and holding her hand.

Jo exited the ride with her face in Spencer’s shoulder.

“Jo, did you know that stegosauruses were herbivores? That means they only eat plants. In fact, the majority of dinosaurs were herbivores,” he softly spoke.

You really hoped this ride hadn’t squashed her love of dinosaurs. Maybe she just prefers to admire them from afar.

-

On the last day of your vacation, you were standing in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle at the Magic Kingdom Park. Jo seemed to have recovered from the dinosaur incident and was sporting her dinosaur converse today.

The fireworks you were waiting for soon began. It was the perfect way to end your last night.

“Woah,” you exclaimed after a particularly pretty firework burst into red streams in the air before fizzling out.

Jo was on your hip and Spencer was behind you with his arms wrapped around you both.

“I love you,” you looked to the side where he was leaning his head against your shoulder.

His side profile and perfect jawline were being illuminated by the colorful flashes of light in the sky.

“I love you too,” he turned to meet your eyes with a grin, kissing you.

-

The whole team was gathered around Penelope’s computer, looking at the email that Spencer had sent out to the entire team.

Subject: Having Fun

We are headed back tonight. JJ was right about being dead on your feet. I have to get my two sleepy girls to the airport somehow. Hope all is well with you guys.

-Spencer Reid

Attachment: 3 Images

The images consisted of a photo of the three of you in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle, Jo high-fiving a person dressed up in a Mickey Mouse costume, and a picture of Jo and you cuddled up on the bed of your hotel room.

“I didn’t even know Reid knew how to attach photos to emails,” Penelope stated out loud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid willingly send an email,” Emily smiled.

In typical Penelope fashion, she printed the photos Spencer had sent and put them into a collage frame and displayed it prominently on his desk for him to find upon his return.

Spencer’s desk had changed drastically over the past few months. A once well-organized desk lacking a personality other than the piles of books now had a random assortment of photos, Jo’s drawings, and sticky notes marking up his calendar for important family events.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #reid x reader #spencer reid #cm fanfic #criminal minds

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Watching (Lexie Grey x Reader)

“Y/l/n, you’re on my service today,” Arizona said as you waited to see who you were joining for rounds that week. 

“Of course, Dr. Robbins,” you said respectfully. You gave her a wink and smirked when she looked away blushing. You were a flirt, but pretty much everybody liked you anyways. Everybody except for Lexie Grey and occasionally Callie Torres. When you were on Torres’ service, she loved having you around, but when Arizona requested you, suddenly you weren’t her favorite resident. “How was your date with Dr. Torres Saturday night?” 

“It was great, thank you for asking. Oh, and thank you for recommending that restaurant to Callie,” Arizona said and you nodded. It was a pretty slow day in peds, but then a pile-up was brought brought in and you found yourself helping out with that mess. Arizona was rushed into surgery and she asked you to look after the two children who weren’t bad enough to warrant surgery. Callie took the little boy with a broken arm to put a cast on him and you stayed with the little girl, presumably his sister. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n. What’s your name hon?” you asked as you leaned down in front of the girl. “It’s okay if you’re scared. I’d be scared if I were you too. Why don’t we go down to the cafeteria and see if they have any cookies? Do you want a cookie?” 

The little girl nodded and you offered your hand for her to take. She grabbed onto your jacket instead and so you picked her up and carried her. She couldn’t have been much older than four or five. You could see the eyes of your coworkers on you as you walked the child down to the cafeteria. 

“It’s just about lunchtime,” you said to yourself as you looked at the clock in the cafeteria. You noticed the girl looking at the chicken tenders when you walked through the line, so that was what you ordered. You got a juice and milk, not knowing which the kid would want, and then paid for all of it. “I don’t think I can eat all of this chicken, can you help me out?” 

“Is Danny okay?” the girl asked as she looked at the piece of chicken. “He hurt his arm and the lady took him away.” 

“I will call Dr. Torres and ask right away,” you promised. You pulled out your phone and called to check in on the girl’s brother. “They want to know who is asking about Danny.” 

“Tara,” the girl said and you nodded. You hung up the phone and then turned to her. 

“Danny is so good, he can join us for lunch,” you said enthusiastically. Callie brought the girl’s brother down and left you to sit with them. You made sure that they were well fed before you brought them to the waiting room to wait for their parents to get out of surgery. You brought a deck of cards out from your locker to play Go Fish with the kids until someone had news or came to get them. 

You stayed with them for a couple more hours and then an uncle came to get them. You were a bit sad that they had to leave, as were the kids, but you were glad they’d get to be out of the hospital. You went back to the ER to help out in any way you could, glad that someone had something surgical for you to do after your day of essentially babysitting, which you didn’t actually mind that much. 

“Dr. Grey, I haven’t seen much of you today,” you greeted Lexie. “What service have you been on?” 

“I was on Torres’ service,” Lexie answered your question. “I hear you were a babysitter today.” 

“Everybody has a job to do,” you defended yourself. “Mine just happened to be less surgical than everybody else’s today. There’s nothing wrong with that, at the end of the day, I cut just the same as I did yesterday.” 

“How were the kids?” Lexie asked, which sort of surprised you. Lexie was caring, you knew that, but she wasn’t towards you. 

“Tara was shy at first, but she was really good at Go Fish. Danny liked dinosaurs and knew more about bugs than I thought possible for an eight year old,” you said with a fond smile. “It’s amazing how kids can bounce back from things. It makes me hopeful, like maybe that’s still in me too.” 

“You are infuriating sometimes,” Lexie said with a sigh. “I mean, you’re an asshole and you flirt with every woman you see, but then I see you like this and suddenly I think I like you again.” 

“Again?” you asked with a small smirk. 

“Yes again because that stupid smile you always give me at Joe’s and the way that you stand up for people it makes me like you,” Lexie said and you smiled. “But you’re all bad and not someone I should be with.” 

“I flirt because it makes girls smile and there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman’s smile. I like to surround myself with beauty because if I don’t, then I get sucked into the dark and depressing parts of the world. Spending time with the kids in peds reminds me how precious everything is, so yeah, I’m more flirty when I’m on Robbins’ service. That’s when you’re always a little angrier with me, I’ve noticed. What I’m trying to get to, is that I’d like to take you out sometime so that you can learn these things about me and I can learn things about you too,” you rambled. “Other than that you’re a stress eater and when I catch you looking at me in the morning, you’re extra stressed that day.” 

“Stop being perceptive,” Lexie told you. 

“Dinner on me tonight?” you asked and Lexie nodded. “I look forward to seeing you after surgery in the cafeteria Dr. Grey.” 

“You’re not taking me out?” Lexie asked and you shook your head. 

“And waste an opportunity for you to miss your favorite cafeteria meal, no way,” you said as you walked into the OR. You could see Lexie watching you, just like you’d noticed her watching you pretty much all day. 

#Lexie Grey #lexie grey x reader #lexie grey imagine #lexie grey imagines #Grey's Anatomy #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagines #grey's anatomy x reader #greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy x reader

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A box with a letter comes to the attic. “Dear Deucey, I hope you’re doing well. I’m sad you can’t be home for your birthday this year, but I decided to send along your gift. I think it will look great on you. Good luck with your studies, dear. I’m cheering for you!” - Love, Mama ♠️ Inside the box is a chick themed hoodie.

***Mild spoilers for Deuce’s Birthday Suit Up! card, Wish Upon a Star event, and chapter 5.***

Deuce set down the letter and eagerly tore into his mail. Tucked inside was a yellow hoodie with a white chick on it, and little orange feet along the hem. The hood sported an orange visor, which mimicked a beak, and little eyes, forming a face.

“This is...”

DING!

His phone went off, causing Deuce to jump. He fished his device out to check notifications—and his face brightened when he was greeted with a photo of a steaming plate of omurice and a warm message.

Happy birthday! I made your favorite to celebrate! - Mom

Deuce’s smile was broad as he wrote a message back: Looks good! 🤤 Wish I could have some. Oh and by the way, got your package just now. The chick hoodie looks nice and fluffy. Thnx for thinking of me, mom.

He sent the text—and for a moment, three dots danced along the screen, indicating that his mom was in the middle of typing a response. A pause. Dancing. Pause. More dancing. Probably stumbling around on the keypad again.

His mom’s phone was an older model, and a bit laggy. It had taken several smacks with his fist to “fix” it before he departed for Night Raven College, but Deuce supposed a good hit wouldn’t be a permanent solution.

Don’t worry, mom. I’ll call, we can talk then. - Deuce

He glanced at his ongoing party, at the people head banging and arm flapping to the Chicken Dance, at his senpai passing out cupcakes. Surely he could get away with being a little bad and sneaking away for a few moments.

Deuce draped the hoodie over an arm, ducked, and scurried out of the attic and into a dusty old hallway. As decrepit as it was, it was also quiet as an ancient crypt. Ideal for a phone call.

He sighed with relief and whipped out his phone, punching in a familiar number. It rang only once before she picked up.

“Deuce? Deuce!! Happy birthday, sweetheart!!” His mom exclaimed—skipping right past the hellos and how are yous. Straight to the point.

“Hey, mom. Thanks again for birthday wishes and the present.” Deuce clutched the phone hard against his cheek. She sounded so close, almost as though she were right next to him. “Are you... are you and grandma holding up okay?”

“We’re fiiiine! A little empty nest syndrome never hurt anyone. Come summer break, we’ll see you again. Don’t you go worrying about us now. You should worry about yourself and your studies, having fun with your friends, that kind of thing.”

“I guess you’re right... I just can’t help but think of you guys. I’m doing my best with my studies but... I miss home sometimes, too.”

“Home misses you too, dear.” His mother’s voice had become a whisper. “It’s normal to feel this way, isn’t it? Because you’re growing up and changing every day.”

“... Am I?”

“Yes! I can tell. Mother’s intuition.” She shook with laughter on the other end. “The way you talk is a little different. You’re more sure of yourself—and you’ve done so many amazing things. You made wishes come true at the Star Sending, you danced on a big stage. Why, just the other day, you were telling me all about your fancy Unique Magic, too! You were so excited.”

“I guess I was,” he confessed, flushing with embarrassment. “Erm, sorry for shouting your ear off during that call. I got a little carried away.”

“It’s alright. Finding your Unique Magic’s a big step to adulthood. You should be proud—just like Mama’s proud of you, Deuce.” She sniffled. “You’re becoming such an upstanding young man.”

“Mom...”

Hot tears prickled Deuce’s eyes, blurring his vision. He bit them back. His fingers, a vicegrip on his phone.

“... Deuce?”

“Y-Yeah, mom?”

“I don’t want to keep you from your party for too much longer, so I’ll make this quick.” Tender was her tone. “I know I say this every time we talk, but... Good luck with your studies. Your mom’s cheering for you, okay? I love you very much.”

“I love you too, mom.” Deuce sounded hoarse as he choked back tears. “Thank you... Thank you for supporting me, and tell grandma I said hi!”

“I will. Please, have fun with your friends. I’ll talk to you another time, sweetheart. Bye-bye!”

Click.

Deuce stood in that musty, dank hallway, staring at his phone screen like an idiot. Then the tears finally spilled over onto his face.

He sobbed into the chick hoodie.

#Deuce birthday takeover #spoilers

[everlarkrealornot]

This is real...? Chapter 7

You can read Chapters One through Six here

March

Katniss sat in the kitchen booth across from Cinna as he sketched a new design. She had been meal planning when he joined, asking her how things were going. She hadn’t shared the conversation she had with Haymitch with anyone but she had been thinking about it a lot lately and needed some feedback.

“Sounds like Haymitch has some history that you weren’t aware of,” Cinna offered.

“Yeah…,” she tapped her pen on the planner, “It was just so weird hearing Haymitch Abernathytelling me to be thankful for my husband.” She saw him raise an eye brow, not saying anything. “Okay, what?”

He stopped sketching and looked up at her. “Only someone who has lost somebody they truly love says the things that he said. Maybe there’s more to Haymitch’s story than you know.” She pursed her lips, knowing he was probably right.

“You know what…you are distracting me from my work.” She leaned forward and pulled the planner closer.

“As your boss, I think I get to decide what work you do.” He grabbed the planner and turned it over. She huffed, sitting back. “What is really going on?” She furrowed her brow and crossed her arms, trying to put her words in order.

“Peeta had been so…enthusiastic and determined to make our match work during our courting,” she pulled her knees up between herself and the table, giving her more time to think, “but now, I guess it just feels like he doesn’t want to work on it.” Cinna nodded, staring at his design as he thought.

“I’m sorry, Katniss, that is hard.” She nodded in agreement. “I don’t want you to think I’m making excuses for him, but there could be several reasons he is acting that way…maybe he’s scared or intimidated, or a million other things.” He looked up at her. “But the only way to figure that out for sure is to ask him.”

“I know…but I wish he would just tell me.” She sighed and rested her chin on her knee.

“I understand that.”

--

Three Weeks Later

Katniss smiled as she loaded lunch into the back of the Jeep. She had told Peeta after the Valentine’s Day Meet Up that she should be focused on helping him remember and after her talk with Cinna (and Haymitch), she wanted to do something special for him. She did not feel like she was an incredibly talented person (especially when it came to words), but she could cook and shoot a bow…and the bow thing wasn’t going to help her here. That night she had gone home and cooked him his favorite dinner and over the last several weeks she had strived to be purposeful in making meals that she knew he liked, hoping to trigger any memory.

Today she was taking Peeta his favorite lunch and with the online ordering now up and running, they had a full bakery, so she had made extra. She knew there was no way she could bring Peeta food without bringing Bran and Rye something as well.

“My favorite sister!” Rye grabbed Katniss up into a hug as she came in through the back door.

“I’m your only sister,” she reminded him with an eye roll.

“Right.” He winked at her. “So, what delicious, amazing smelling, treats do you have for us today?” he asked, eyeing the bags in her hands.

“Panini pressed chicken tender wraps.”

“Oh my gosh! That sounds amazing!” Alice chimed in. She was a recent high school graduate who was struggling to decide what she wanted to do and when she heard Henry was hiring she decided staying at home for another year was as good a plan as any while she worked everything out.

“Hold on,” Bran had appeared out of nowhere, “is this wrap made with your chicken tender recipe?”

“Yes.” She smirked at him.

“And your ranch?”

“Of course.”

“And did you also add – ”

“Oh my goodness, Brandon!” She looked at him in exasperation. “I made them like I always make them…do you want one or not?” She held out one of the wraps.

“Yes!” He snatched the sandwich out of her hand. She rolled her eyes as he walked away, already shoving a bite in his mouth.

“Here,” she kept one of the wraps and handed the bag to Rye, “I made plenty for everyone.” Leaving them to divvy up the rest of the food, she walked to the front where she found Peeta waiting on one of their regulars.

“Oh! Katniss!” Mr. Norman grinned when he saw her. “It is so good to see you.” Peeta finished handing him back his change and turned to look at her in surprise.

“Hi, Mr. Norman.” She stepped up beside Peeta at the register. “It’s been awhile.” She had always liked him and for the short time she had worked at the bakery he had always been nice to her, even when she struggled with his order.

“Are you filling in today?” he asked.

“No, no!” She shook her head. “I think everyone will be glad if I never work in the bakery again – I’m just bringing Peeta lunch.” She handed him the wrap.

“Oh, thank you.” Peeta smiled at her.

“You must be kept well feed by the way that smells.” Mr. Norman winked at Peeta. “When are we going to see a little café of yours open up in here?” he asked, looking at Katniss.

“Café?” she asked in disbelief. “I think you’re getting a little too ambitious for me!” She shook her head.

“You never know.” He grabbed his order off the counter. “See you Friday.”

“Have a good day,” Peeta told him. Looking back at Katniss, “Lunch?” he asked, turning around and leaning his back against the counter.

“One of your favorites…so I hope you enjoy it.” She watched in anticipation as he unwrapped it and took a bite.

“’ood!” he mumbled, his mouth still full. She beamed at him. “So,” he swallowed, “you bring extra for Rye and Bran?”

“I know better than to walk in here with food for you and not for them…Bran would cause a riot.” She had been enjoying the easy conversations lately. While things were not back to usual, she no longer felt like she had to stay silent around him. “Been busy?” she asked leaning on the counter.

“Not too bad.” The door chimed and he frowned at her. “You just had to ask.”

“Sorry,” she smirked. Looking up to greet the customer, she froze, all hints of a smile gone.

“Oh, hey Gale.” Peeta closed the wrapper around his sandwich and tucked it under the register. “Your mom called in the order earlier – I’ll go grab it.” And without another look at her, he disappeared into the back.

“Hey.” Gale shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. She knew that he still came into the bakery, Peeta had told her before, and of course she had seen him around as it was a small town, but it had been over two years since they had talked to each other.

“Hey,” her voice was barely audible.

“Bran says that you’re still working as a personal chef for that designer?” He dug his hands into his pockets as he talked.

“Uh, yeah, Cinna.” She nodded and stood up straight. “Still in the mines?”

“Part time…mom finally convinced me to go back to school.” He gave her a little shrug when he noticed her questioning look.

“Good for you.” She smiled and found that it was genuine.

“Sorry…Bran had put the wrong name on it.” Peeta appeared from the back carrying a large brown bag.

“No worries.” The two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries before Gale grabbed his order and headed for the door. “It was good to see you.” And before she could respond he was out the door.

She could feel Peeta’s questioning gaze on her but she was not in the mood.

“I think that – ”

“Are you going to tell me what happened or do I just have to wait till my memories come back?” She could tell he was joking but the pang in her chest was hard to ignore. Swallowing hard, she forced a fake smile onto her face.

“Joking about your memory loss…new approach.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you later.” And before he could ask her anything else, she had disappeared out the back of the bakery.

--

Two days later

“I have to say, you losing your memories might suck for you, but I am rather enjoying Katniss trying to trigger them with food.” Rye held the bowl of stew up and inhaled deeply. It was not a daily thing, but at least three times a week they were all treated to a homemade lunch. Today, she had dropped Peeta off with her slow cooker in hand, instructing them to not touch the lid until lunch time.

“I’m never hungry,” Peeta laughed and grabbed a bowl, sitting down at the kitchen table.

The day had been slow, so Henry sent Alice home and instructed Rye and Peeta to take a full hour lunch, kicking them out of the bakery and to the house.

“I’m certain you are enjoying the other perks of trying to trigger your memories,” Rye attempted to joke, but Peeta just continued to stir his stew. “Sorry, I forgot that 15-year-old Peeta was a prude.” Expecting a snarky comeback or at least some kind of reply, he was surprised when Peeta stayed quiet. “Pete?”

Frowning at the table, he sat his spoon down and looked at his brother, frustration on his face.

“How much…stuffdid we talk about?” The question seemed to amuse Rye, who had to stop the smile that was threatening to stretch over his face.

“It’s not like you wrote us a detailed novel about you and Katniss’s sexual escapades,” Rye smirked, “but it was no secret that you two had a healthy and active intimate life.” Peeta dropped his gaze again. “Is there something going on between you two?” Peeta shook his head. “Is something notgoing on between you two?” Peeta sighed and dropped his head to the table. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’m still sleeping in one of the guest rooms.” He sat back up pushing his stew away, his appetite gone.

“Why?” Rye asked without judgement.

Peeta had been asking himself this same question since Katniss had apologized to him. She was trying so hard and he was just pushing her away…lost in his own mind…jealous. God! He was jealous of himself! Dr. A had been right – he was scared of disappointing her. The girl he had had feelings for his entire life. He didn’t want to disappoint her. But what did a 15-year-old boy know about satisfying a woman like Katniss?! And not just sexually…how was he supposed to live up to the amazing husband that he heard he had been?

“I don’t know,” he lied. Standing up he sat his bowl on the counter. “I’m going for a walk.”

--

Three days later

Dr. A was frowning at his clipboard as he walked into the room. Katniss hated when he frowned. It had been about two months since the accident and they had put Peeta through several tests to evaluate his progress. She knew physically, he would be fine. That was not the issue. Dr. A hadn’t let her sit in as he went through the questionnaire to test Peeta’s memory, but she was sure that the results had been poor.

“Alright,” he sat down and folded his hands on the desk. “I’m not going to lie to you two, the results are not promising in the eyes of the Initiative.” Her heart sank. “As a physician, I know that working with memory is not an exact science and that every case is different…but the Initiative likes proof and right now we don’t have any that your memory is getting better.”

“So what does that mean for us?” she asked.

“I have two choices. The first is to submit my report the way it is.” He pulled a stack of papers from his clipboard and flipped to a specific section. “This section here discusses the patient’s efforts in memory recovery. If the patient still had not made progress but was actively attempting to trigger memories, the Initiative would most likely give us an extension and postpone the Review of Match Integrity.” He handed the report to Katniss. The section had a few notes about Peeta painting and working at the bakery along with her efforts of making his favorite meals, but there was a lot of blank space. “If I were to do that with this report, the Initiative would deny the extension, do a review, and would most likely find Peeta to be a compromised individual and Katniss’s genetic code would be reentered into the system to find a new compatibility partner.”

“What?!” Katniss felt like she was about to pass out. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was spinning. Dropping the report, she put her head between her knees and took slow deep breathes through her nose – a technique her mother’s therapist had taught them all years ago when they had lost her father.

“Katniss?” Peeta was kneeling by her side, his hand rubbing her back. His touch had an immediate calming effect and she felt her heart rate returning to normal. She slowly sat up, a hand pressed to her pulsing head. “You okay?” He looked scared and the amount of concern on his face was a comfort to her.

“Yeah.” She reached out and cupped his face. “I’m okay, thank you.” He forced a smile and moved back to his chair.

“Here.” Dr. A handed her a bottle of water.

“Thank you.” She took small sips.

“I am sorry for upsetting you,” he said as he sat back down. “But you need to understand what you are facing.” Peeta nodded, his mouth set in a hard line. “Now, I told you I had two choices and the second one gives you a much better chance at staying together.” He clipped the report back to his board, which he must have picked up when Katniss wasn’t paying attention. “I still have to turn in the results to all of the tests, so the Initiative will know that we do not have any evidence of Peeta’s memories returning. But I will also be including my own review of the case that discusses my professional opinion that in time Peeta’s memories will return, which I do believe is possible.”

“You do?” Peeta asked skeptically.

“Yes.” Dr. A turned a stern eye on him. “Peeta, I have been honest with you from day one about how much work you need to put in and you’ve barely done anything.” Katniss watched as a look of guilt fell on him. “Now, if I do this, you will have 45 days to show the Initiative that you are putting in an effort, if you don’t, the results will most likely lead to the ending of your match.”

#everlark #thg #the hunger games #kate writes #I had time today to edit chapter 7 so you are getting another update

[limenysnocket]

Special Moves

Summary: Taika struggles to show you how he feels, worried he might freak you out. He's usually quite the charmer and has lots of moves that could easily make you swoon, but he decides to bring out only the special one.

Warnings: Light swearing

A/N: Thank you @olyvoyl for the lovely request. It’s super late for me. I’m super tired, and I have a lot more requests to fill, but I’m still grateful! Hope this is okay. Didn’t really get to much editing this time.

“Lord, are you seriously that nervous about talking to her? I’ve seen you walk up to women and make them swoon faster than ever in bars before. What difference does a movie set make?” Hemsworth yawned while he got his makeup done by another woman. She seemed to be enjoying her job.

“The difference is,” Taika mumbled, “is that she works with me. I can’t just walk right up to her and kiss her like I want to.”

“I bet she’d let you. You’re just too much of a chicken to try.” Hemsworth heckled his work friend while he closed his eyes. His makeup artist had to stifle a laugh. Even she knew about Taika’s crush on his co-director. Everyone on set knew. All except for you. People could mistake you for the most oblivious person on earth sometimes, and you wouldn’t blame them. It was to Taika’s luck that you were such a way. Otherwise, his secret would have been exposed to the one person he was trying to keep it from.

All he wanted to do was just hold you, and kiss you. He wanted to brush your hair out of your face and greet you each morning with a warm, tender kiss and a nice, warm breakfast to fill your belly and keep you energized for the day. God knows he was going to ware you out at the end of the day.

These were the first innocent thoughts he’s had about any woman he’s thought about hitting on in a very long time. Usually, when he thought about getting someone in bed, it wasn’t too bad, since he had learned how to control himself. But, when he thought about doing certain things to you... Oh, he didn’t know. It just felt too wild. He felt like he had to romance his way into your heart before he could even think about deserving you. Even thinking about holding your hand got his face all flushed and he would become bashful.

“Ah, Taika, Taika, Taika. When are you going to man up and tell her? I will, if you don’t want to, but I think that would just be a waste. Heard from some ladies that you have quite the special moves,” Chris wrapped his arm around Taika’s shoulder and mess with a curl on his head. Taika was quick to swat Chris’s hand away and go back to his loathsome pouting.

“My special moves are useless around her,” Taika started mumbling to himself, rubbing at his cheeks, while he stressed.

“What special moves?” a mellow voice quipped through the open, makeup trailer doorway. Taika whirled around, cheeks ablaze.

“Taika’s talking about how he thinks he can beat me in a fight,” Chris grinned, nudging Taika with his elbow. “I told him he didn’t stand a chance. Then he started bringing up fighting techniques and all this weird Japanese fighting styles.” Taika opened his mouth to protest, prepared to stick a finger right in the bigger man’s face, but that’s when you giggled.

“He has a point, Taik,” you grinned. “We’ve both admitted at one point or another that the man is built like a God. He could kick anyone’s ass if he wanted to. I bet you will too, one day, if you keep on training. Might have to level up a few times though, unless your trainer really thinks staying in motion all the time really helps.” You giggle again. You’ve rendered him speechless, and Chris is on the verge of laughing his ass off. 

“How do you... know about...?” Taika asks through a parched throat.

“Your personal trainer posts videos of you all the time. Some of them are kinda funny, Taika. I find them very entertaining,” you give him that big, adorable smile that he can’t get out of his head for half of the day. “Anyway, Hemsworth, they need you on set. Just a quick briefing before we get started for the day. Taika, you should head inside too. You’re the director after all--. Excuse me-- ‘Visionary Director’.” You laugh again, and turn the poor man into a mush. You leave with the makeup artist after that, and leave Taika and Chris alone again.

“I told you once,” Chris hums, rubbing at his chin for a moment while Taika still stares at the door, “and I’ll tell you again. She’s totally into you.” Chris comes out of the camper like a giddy little kid and starts heading towards the main building, where more people started pouring in with their cups of coffee. The sun had finally turned the sky orange with color. Dawn had broken, fucking finally, and Taika was very much awake now. There was only one way to find out if what the damn God of Thunder was saying was true. He had to hold your hand.

The man was on a mission. If he could somehow finesse his way over to you and hold your hand... How did he think this was going to work again?

He kept staring at your hands while you helped get the actors and extras around set and into position. He watched when you talked, how you seemed so confident when you would use your hands while you talked. Did you pick that up off of him, or was that just a perk that came with everything else amazing like you? No, it just had to be something that came with you. He was near certain of it. Maybe his enamored mind got to him.

He stood next to you with every chance he had. He thought about trying to hold your hand. He really did. But, every chance he had slipped away as you got so deep and intense with your directing skills. He felt almost useless. You were so passionate. He wanted to let you do all the work, but his mind would never let him do such a thing.

It was literal fucking days. Chance after chance flew by, and Chris’s teasing and threats to tell you only got worse and more real. He was biting his nails, the tension for him was awful. It wasn’t until he had to dress in his little suit covered in small balls did things started getting much more real for him.

He was standing in the middle of the set, joking with Hemsworth while his Korg mascot bobbled around on his head. People were yelling at him, off to the side, to not be so violent with it. Yeah right. Like he was going to listen to people he didn’t have to listen to.

“Taika, you’re in the wrong spot!” you holler from the side, and get down from your chair. Okay... so maybe he would listen to you.

“Then where am I supposed to be standing?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. You roll your eyes and start heading towards him. He freezes up. He’ll listen to you from a distance, but when you were up close, he felt like he was about to break down. 

“I’ll forgive you once, since you probably shouldn’t look down unless you want to get yelled at again,” you said, inspecting the large, foam structure on his head. If you thought Taika was frozen then, you should have seen how rigid he was once you had taken his hand into yours. You took him across the lime green floor of the set. Everyone was watching, and had gotten a bit quieter. Hemsworth was giving him a big thumbs up from the side. Taika was flipping the fuck out internally, and Chris was trying to keep Taika cool with awkward hand motions. They obviously weren’t working. Taika was still speechless, and losing his mind at the same time.

You placed him on the X made out of tape on the floor. “There,” you say proudly, putting your hands on your hips when he was finally put in his correct place. You finally look up to his face and see him completely bashful. His hand was still extended out where you had been holding it. “You okay, buddy?” you hum, your oblivious manner making everyone’s day so much better and worse at the same time. They just wanted you two to kiss already.

“I’m fantastic,” Taika whispers through strain. You give him another once over and just shake your head before leaving him again. Chris is gawking at Taika. He feels the urge to leave his spot and practically shove the kiwi into your arms to finally make you realize that you’ve been driving the man crazy for the past month. Ever since he met you and your kind heart.

But no. The day goes on as normal. Well, almost normal. You still don’t notice how much he looks at your hands. He’s even gotten to the point where he wondered how small they would look against his own. He’s driving himself crazy over you. All he wants to do is hold your hand! How hard can that possibly be?

Harder than it looks.

He was in his office, looking through some paperwork after a phone call with a producer who just flew in. He needed to have everything ready for the morning tomorrow. Everyone else had either left for their trailers, or they had all sauntered off to find a pub somewhere.

There had been a lack of powernaps in Taika’s day today, and it left him stupidly tired. He was rubbing his eyes at his desk, and he was fully prepared to fall asleep.

He started to droop. The words on his computer screen turned into blurred lines of unreadable filth. He let his head dangle, but it shot up, as soon as he heard his door handle jiggling. He scooped up papers as fast as he could and he stood up fast. He nearly fell over and he hugged many folders to his chest. “I was just leaving--” And there you were. That bright, oblivious smile on your face. You had come to check in one him... and he was making a fool of himself again.

“I hope this means you’ll get some sleep soon,” you smiled at him, picking up a spry piece of paper that had left his grip by accident. Taika was once again bashful and set his papers down on his desk.

“Hopefully,” Taika murmured to you. You tilted your head to the side while you inspected him.

“I wanted to talk to you about something Hemsworth said to me today, just before he went out with Tessa for a few drinks and bed,” you whisper, and this caught Taika’s attention fast.

“What did he say?” Taika was worried now.

“Well,” you start, your cheeks now gaining quite the color to them. “He said something about you wanting to hold my hand earlier. He said it was your ultimate move.”

Taika sat back on top of his desk. Oh, he was going to kill Chris when he came back. That, or vandalize his trailer beyond recognition. Taika was starting to fume to himself, brewing up a truly nasty scheme to get back at Chris.

He felt your warm hand on his, and he froze up again. Your warm laugh brought him back to life again. “You know, you really scared me with that today! I thought you hated me, at first! If Chris hadn’t said something, I think I may have come in earlier and asked what was wrong myself.” You let go of his hand again and you sit down next to him on his desk. “If you’re really that flustered by holding my hand, it makes me wonder how you’d react if I were to kiss your cheek.”

“I believe I’ll keel over and die,” Taika put simply, a smile on his face, but still a very bashful one at that. It makes you laugh again, and you set your hand on top of his. Now, you are all the more eager to try. You lean over and breathe along his cheek. He nearly jumps right out of his skin at the feeling.

“You’re so fidgety,” you murmur right in his ear. He’s melting again. Before he can make a puddle on the desk, you press your lips against his stubbled cheek. And there he goes. Still as a statue. “But I think it’s cute.”

You slowly got up, grinning. “We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?” you turn to him, still smiling so bright. His smile got wider on its own.

…

FINALLY!!!!!!

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[yetanotherpotterpage]

the idea of loving you | 4

Being in love is never easy. Especially with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin around.. /4th year, Voldemort not coming back/

pairing: Draco x Ravenclaw reader

word count: 2300

warnings: bad language, smut (kinda)

a/n: Uni is kicking my butt, but I finally finished chapter 4. Thank you so much for all the positive feedback, I love you all <3

There was an awkward tension lingering between Cho and you as you were walking back to your dorm from the party. She was walking a bit ahead of you, so you didn't get to see the face she was making. You were scared. This was the worst possible outcome of the night. You wanted to talk it out with her, but you were too nervous to start speaking. You've already been through so much together the last few years, from small arguments because of your untidiness to full-on fights because her first boyfriend called you a bitch, and she did nothing. But still, you've solved everything. You've suddenly stopped walking when you realized that running from this was only making it worse. It was now only her footsteps that echoed on the empty stairs. When she noticed you stopped, she turned around to look at you. She didn't seem angry or mad. She seemed just as confused and scared as you did, and seeing that gave you the strength to talk.

"Cho... How are you feeling?" you asked sheepishly, fingers fidgeting with the rings you were wearing.

She took a long pause before answering. You felt your heart racing more and more with each passing second. "If it's about the kiss, it's all good y/n. You did what you had to do."

It was almost midnight. You figured your other roommate was already asleep, so you sat down on the top of the spiral staircase of the Ravenclaw tower. Cho immediately joined you .

"You know, I've always imagined my first kiss to be with Cedric," you started, eyes fixated on the cracks of the stairs. " I thought it's going to be in our garden on a summer afternoon with the blue sky above us while the sun warmed our skins. That we'd just lay there on the grass, and he'd finally steal a kiss. You have no idea how much I wanted this. I gave him so many opportunities, but he never took them. It hurt so bad, I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't wished to feel nothing at all. I thought that I'm never going to get over him. But when we kissed it wasn't like I imagined it to be. It was disappointing, really. It's not that the kiss itself was bad, I-I guess I'm just changing." you said, finally looking up, to see her reaction. 

She looked at you, her tender eyes full of sympathy. "Telling me all this... I knew you're not a chicken," she chuckled softly, but her face turned serious as she continued. "I always wondered how much it hurts you that Cedric and me... you know, are dating. I was always so scared that you're going to break, even if you said it was okay. I live in constant guilt y/n." she said, trying to blink her tears away.

"I'm full of self-love, you've got to try harder if you want to break a person like me," you laughed, which made her smile. 

You've talked for a little while, before deciding it was better to get going. That night you slept together in your bed. She fell asleep quickly but your thoughts kept you up. It was dark, the only source of illumination was the moonlight from your tall windows. You stared at the ceiling as you listened to her breathing. Life really was unfair, you thought.

The next day was chaotic. No one cared about the classes, since everyone was thrilled about the upcoming ball that day. Even the teachers looked excited, and most of them gave you permission to read quietly or study for other classes. Not Snape though, he seemed like he was over this whole ball thing, so you brew potions. You didn't mind it, it was something you were good at. There was just one little thing that annoyed you, and it was a blue pair of eyes that burned a hole in the back of your head. You turned around in annoyance, not wanting to put up with this anymore. But your angry eyes were met with a playful wink from his end. You rolled your eyes and turned back in your seat, trying to concentrate on your potion when you heard him call your name.

"Psst, y/l/n." 

You let out an audible sigh, then turned to him. "What?" 

"Hope you're looking good for me tonight darling, I wouldn't want to hang out with Pansy all night," he said with a grin. 

Your blood was boiling at that point. Who does he think he is? Leaving you like that in the Three Broomsticks and making you feel like you're easily replaced as he's openly flirting with everyone in front of you, was not it. You're not even going to mention the fact that you were just a tool for him to get under Harry's skin. You seriously needed to do something about his cockiness. You needed to take the lead. And you needed to do it tonight.

Classes were finally over, so you ran to your dorm to meet up with your friends. You all decided that you're all going to get ready together. You were sitting on a chair, trying to put on your necklace as Marietta did your makeup. Or, at least she tried.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, y/n. Stop moving!" She said in a slightly annoyed tone. It was the fourth time she said that in the last 2 minutes. 

"Sorry," you said. You realized you were very bad at sitting in one place for a longer period of time. You also realized that it hurts a lot when someone pokes your eyeball with a mascara wand. 

After an hour of dolling you up, you were done, and you felt beautiful. Marietta did amazing on your makeup. It wasn't much, but it really enhanced your features, making you look the prettiest you've looked in a while. You did your own hair, and while you weren't the best at it, you've managed to do something presentable. Or so you thought before Cho offered to do it for you because she thought it was only half-done. You took her offer without hesitation.

"Merlin, look at us, we look so good," Cho said in awe after you were all done.

"Yeah, and look at our titties, we are full-grown women now," Marietta said while giving her boobs a squeeze. You agreed, looking at your own pair of boobs. All of you showed a little cleavage, except for Cho. She was a little more conservative in this field.

"Girls! You are intellectual women, and intellectual women don't talk about their tits," Cho laughed.

"Well, I guess we are intellectual women, who also love their tits," you compromised while trying to fix the strap of your dress.

When you went down to find Draco, you saw him already waiting for you. And Merlin, he looked immoral, with his perfectly styled hair and expensive tuxedo. When his eyes met yours you felt your cheeks heat up. No, you can't do this right now, you had to concentrate, you thought. But it was hard with him looking like that. 

When you got closer to him, he let out a low whistle as he looked you up and down, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out. "You clean up well, y/l/n," he said, before taking your hand and kissing the back of it. Merlin, he made you so nervous, but you needed to loosen up for this to work. Tonight, you make him pay. 

Entering the great hall, your jaw dropped. It had never looked better. Everything was white and silver, and it looked so elegant. There were a few circular tables on either side of the room, and each table had its own ice sculpture in the middle. The first two tables from the door served drinks and food, and at the very back of the room stood 3 snow-covered Christmas trees. It was beautiful, you thought. 

The waltz went pretty well. Draco was a surprisingly good dancer, but the real fun started after the formalities. Luna told you, that some people mixed some Firewhiskey into the punch bowl. Some people being Fred and George. After hearing this, you quickly hopped to the table to pour yourself some. You've danced a lot that night, although you weren't sure if what you were doing could've been classified as dancing. You were mostly just jumping up and down and swinging your hip to the rhythm of the music. But the more punch you drank, you better you got at it. You were in the middle of slow dancing with Luna to a slower song when a hand grabbed your waist from behind. As you turned around you were met with none other than Draco himself. You kind of lost him after the waltz, since you went dancing with your friends, and he went off with his. 

"Where were you?" you asked him as he put one of his hands on your lower back and pulled you close to him, while the other reached for your hand. You were dancing with him now.

"With Pansy," he said simply, as he spun you around. " It got boring too quickly though." His voice was low, and you were suddenly aware of the close proximity between you two. 

"So you came back, to me," you drawled. "How noble." His hand on your back was dangerously low now.

He licked his lips "Don't worry, we didn't do anything bad. I'm all yours tonight." His voice hardly rose over a whisper. You wouldn't have survived this conversation if not for the alcohol in you. 

"Oh is that true?" you teased. Your faces were so close, that one small push could easily end in your lips pressed together.

"Want me to show you?" he breathed, eyes never leaving yours.

"Oh, I don't know, I might need a bit more motivation," you said with a smirk. Everything happened quickly. He gave you a grin, then guided your hands to the back of his neck before he raised your chin with his fingers, there was a pause, while he looked you in the eye with a serious expression before he kissed you. Your body reacted instinctively, and you opened your mouth a little, letting him deepen the kiss. It wasn't an innocent, sweet one. No, it was heated, and full of passion. Merlin, you hated how good it felt. He let out a groan as you bit his lower lip and you felt like the world was spinning around you.

"Was this motivating enough?" he whispered into your ear as he ended the kiss.

You bit your lips in hesitation. What you were about to do was very stupid and reckless, but this was your chance. He's made a fool of you several times before, but not today. This time it was you that wanted to leave him wrecked. "Let's get out of here," you purred.

So there you were, in an empty, half-lit corridor that echoed of your panting. This whole situation was so sinful. Red, swollen lips and hungry eyes were the only things you saw. You curled your fingers in the hair at his nape and jerked your hips against his, which resulted in a low groan from him. His eyes greedy as he snaked an arm around your waist, resting it on the curve of your ass, to urge you closer. You didn't waste a second, as you rolled your hips against his, feeling his hardening length as you sucked bruises on his delicate skin. He threw his head back to the wall in pleasure, as he let out a groan before he started fidgeting with the zipper on your dress.

You chuckled lowly as you snapped his hand away, "Eager much?" you cooed.

"You're such a fucking tease," he smirked with heavy eyelids.

"I'm not this easy, you might need to persuade me a little more," you purred. You'd definitely be embarrassed at your behavior, but the combination of alcohol and seeing the Slytherin Prince a desperate mess under your hands made you shameless. When you were with Cedric, you felt like a girl, and you liked that feeling. But with Draco, you felt like a woman. You felt dangerous and desired and it drove you crazy.

Your lips parted as he brushed his thumb against your lower lip before his fingers followed a trail under your jaw, hooking a finger under your necklace to pull you closer to him. "Is this how you want to play, y/l/n?" lips brushing against yours as he spoke before he snapped his hips forward. He was so hot, you wanted nothing more than to finish what you've started. And you were sure, you will at some point, but this wasn't that night. He looked at you, with confusion in his eyes as you took a step back and cleared your throat. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, in disbelief.

"Oh, I forgot I promised Harry a dance, and we certainly wouldn't want to make him wait now, do we?" you breathed, with a sly smile on your lips, before turning around to go back to the great hall.

He stood there in complete shock. He couldn't believe that this really just happened. You played him and left him with blue balls. He let out a laugh in disbelief when you had the audacity to turn around and send him a wink before disappearing into the hallway.

"Two can play at that game y/l/n," he said before he fixed himself, and headed back to the ball to find Pansy.

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[choco-glow]

Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 4

Steph stared at the gourmet waffle menu with a look bordering on worship, and Jason hid a smile behind his menu, eyes skimming the breakfast platters as his stomach reminded him that Pentabux at six am didn’t keep a belly full all day. He’d been planning to invite just Steph out on a special day…might as well call it a date, Todd, because it sure as hell is after those kisses earlier. God, I’ve been in love for months now, but tonight…He studied her adorably messy ponytail, all full curls as natural as his own, her gorgeous dress and the way it flowed over her amazing figure, those eyes so full of love and life and joy even after the hell she’d been through…the drill-scars on her arms and lower legs.

The scars had healed over enough that if she was moving, you barely saw them; she certainly didn’t care if his scarred ass saw them anymore, not after the last six months of training in shorts and a croptop in his warehouse sparring arena. After all, Jason’s own scars started on his forearms and lower legs too, and mapped out over his back and chest, with the edge of one just barely visible into his hairline on the back of his neck…We haven’t talked scars, but…well, maybe it’s the whole dead thing, or just a Narrows thing, or just…two people who get one another thing. But I don’t feel self-conscious with her, and I don’t think she feels too much with me. It’s…comforting, and falling in love with her? It’s just icing on the cake.

Jason hadn’t ever expected to really get married when he was a kid; it wasn’t important then. And when he became Robin, he was still young enough and naive enough to not care; he was Robin! He had Batman! He didn’t need anything else…

I need that now…and Jason hoped Steph might need it too. Might want it too. But that was hatching his chickens before he’d even gotten the eggs, so he flicked his eyes over the menu once again, and decided on the extra large breakfast platter, with waffles instead of pancakes and extra bacon.

“Jay, what are you ordering?” Steph murmured, still gazing in wonder at the varieties, and he smiled, setting his menu to the side and propping his head in one hand.

“I’m thinkin’ the big platter for me, with waffles and more bacon.”

“…oh god, that sounds good, but they have an amazing looking mixed berry waffle combo…” She showed him, looking dazzled by it, and he groaned a little.

“That looks great, babe…tell you what, you could get that, and we can share?” She brightened at that, and when their waiter came back over, Steph ordered with glee, making sure to get extra eggs too, and hash browns (and Jason didn’t mind at all, he was swooning at how cute she looked), then settled back, looking happy and sipping her coffee with a sigh. He sipped his too, relaxing at the rush of caffeine, and she gave him a shy smile. “Something on your mind, sweetheart?”

“…You?” He grinned at that, color high on his cheeks, and leaned over to kiss her, lingering and squeezing her free hand.

“Same here…I know we…haven’t talked in depth about dating, but…um…”

“Yes. Yes, a thousand times, yes…I can talk to you, and with you, and I…you make me feel loved and encouraged, and so damn happy, Jason.” He blushed at that, really blushed, because he had sincerely been trying his hardest to make her feel good about herself…after what Tim had done, and oh, Jason wanted to beat the fuck out of that annoying fuckin’ twerp, even still. But it was also in the little things, like how proud he was of her being a good mom to her baby, especially because she’d given the little girl up for adoption. How Steph worked on campus, did full college hours, and patrolled the Narrows with him every night. How she always made his heart leap with joy when she smiled at him.

“…I’m glad…” He murmured, then took a deep breath. “I wanted you to feel good, baby. I mean that. You…fuck, you’ve had to deal with so much, so so so much over the years…and you’re barely twenty-one, and it’s just utter bullshit that no one else has ever had a goddamn good word to say to you, except maybe Al and Dick.”

“And you.” Steph’s immediate response made him blush again, but he firmed his chin, nodding, even though that one hit him hard in the heart.

“…and me. Always me. I mean that. I…know I was a grumpy asshole the night we met…” She chuckled, and he felt a grin touch his lips again, because he remembered that night well, and the grumpy façade had dropped like a concrete boot in the bay when she’d suckerpunched Red Robin for ordering her about.

“Oh, I can forgive that, considering you weren’t grumpy for long.”

“Hell no, I wasn’t after that punch, I think I was equal parts horny and oh-god-marry-me.” Steph laughed at that, really laughed, her bright giggle filling the restaurant, and though Jason was sure this swanky place would get them glared at…people actually looked happy to see a young couple laughing and joking, and he felt a warmth settle over his whole being.

“He was being such an ass, and I know he was doing that to get a rise out of both of us…but, honestly, it felt good to tell him where to shove it and punch him in the nose. I was better off patrolling with you anyway, and I think that first night, even with all the awkwardness of getting to know one another’s tactics, was still better than my first night with B and Tim.” Jason laughed at that, deep in his chest, and leaned over to kiss her again, warm and hot and so so happy.

“…That’s the best compliment I’ve ever been paid, baby. Thank you.” Her eyes softened, and she raised the hands they’d entwined together, kissing his knuckles with a tenderness that took his breath away. He couldn’t remember anyone ever being so gentle with him…

“The best one I’ve ever gotten was the day you told me I was a better Robin than Tim.” She murmured, and Jason gently drew their hands back to his lips, kissing her knuckles this time. “You were so honest and pure about it…”

“It’s true.” She sucked in a breath now, eyes wide, and Jason kissed her wrist, eyes locked on hers. “You’re intuitive and smart, you’re an amazing detective…but you have something that Tim still hasn’t mastered. That even Damian has in spades, and that poor kid’s as fucked up as I am.”

“…what’s that…” She whispered, and Jason smiled, warm and real and happy.

“You’ve got a Robin’s kind heart.”

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[xhanisai]

AU where Marinette and Adrien has to kiss in order to transform into Ladybug and Chat Noir

- Of course they know their identities from the get go since Fu had to kidnap borrow them for a while and explain everything before handing them their miraculouses.

- Don't question how he did it- he's a ninja turtle.

- Kwamis are still there tho, only Tikki and Plagg can come out of their dormant miraculouses by the guardian's commands.

- This kissing rule only applies to Mari and Adrien- every other past Ladybugs and Chat Noir had different rituals whilst other miraculous holders have a simple "Transformez-Moi" phrase.

- Marinette is quite against it at first, apprehensive, scared and insecure.

- Adrien: "So you're telling me that in order to transform into a super cool cat hero to beat Stoneheart, I have to kiss her? The prettiest girl I've ever seen who looks like she could kick my ass? I don't mind as long as she's okay with it."

Marinette: "Y-Y-YOU THINK I'M PRETTY!?"

- Their first kiss is really shy and sweet. Lasting a few seconds before finding themselves covered in a flash of light and then in their costumes.

- Things go similarly to canon. Duo messes up, Marinette chickens out whilst Adrien's scouring for her. Once he successfully sneaks into school like origins, he sees Marinette.

-

"MARINETTE!!!!!!"

"Adrien!?!?"

The petite girl is immediately glomped by the blonde tornado, much to the mayor's daughter's distaste and everyone else's surprise.

She blinked in shock from the ground and peered at the golden mop of hair tucked under her neck, his arms tightened around her in an iron grip.

Her face went beet red and it took her everything to not squeal like a broken kettle whilst he blubbered out stuff like: 'How could you leave me!?', 'I can't save Paris on my own!', 'You don't just kiss a guy and run away!'

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Marinette~" Alya teased from above. She lifted the duo up with ease despite Adrien's refusal to let go of Marinette. His face still hidden.

Meanwhile, Kim, Max and Alix were restraining a demonic Chloe in the background whose screams were ignored.

"Boyfriend? I'm her partner." Adrien answered innocently, finally showing his face. He squished his cheeks against the deadpanned looking Marinette, quirky smile on his lips as everyone else took a double take at his words.

"Can you excuse us for a minute please? Thanks!" Marinette stormed off with a love struck Adrien being led by the wrist.

- The duo argue for a bit. Adrien super upset and betrayed with how she gave the miraculous away to Alya. Marinette pissed with how she shouldn't be obliged to do something she didn't sign up for, especially since they've seen first hand with how she ruined everything.

- Adrien: "So that's it...? Fine... but don't mistake this as me giving up on you. I've seen your potential and know why Master has chosen you. I'll make you see how amazing you are, even if it takes me a thousand years! That's a promise."

- He gives her an intense look, kissing her hand before making way to class. Marinette feels her heart skip a beat and so did Adrien.

- The chewing gum incident doesn't happen; the two are just tensed around each other.

- As per canon, Alya gets in trouble and Marinette dons the Miraculous back on. She finds Adrien trying to fight Stonebreaker with just a frying pan.

- She pushes him away seconds before he could get hit, rolling them over till he's the one shielding her body in a secluded space.

-

"You came back...why?" Adrien gasped, hope bubbling in his chest as he peered down into the girl's vivid blue eyes. They shone with determination that he has never seen on anyone, ever.

"Seeing my partner and new friend in trouble do have its perks." Marinette smirked. It quickly turned into an apologetic frown. "Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have deserted you like that and let my insecurities take over me. You know what I'm going through the most and I just-"

She was silenced with a finger on her lips- or was it the fond, loving smile of his that radiated pure sunshine?

"What matters the most is that you came back, Marinette," The way he breathed out her name did wonders to her heart. Was she falling for him? "I'll follow you, protect you and help you all the way. You and me against the world!"

Marinette couldn't help but melt. If she can't do it for Paris, then the very least she can do is do it for him. She'll protect his smile no matter what.

"Guess it only took you two hours to get me back on track," The dark haired girl grinned cutely, clasping her arms around Adrien's neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

This kiss was much more resolute and tender as it transformed them. With a kiss to her hand, Chat Noir followed his Lady on their mission to purify the akuma.

- Rest of the fight goes as per canon~ Adrien acknowledges that he's fallen in love with her after Marinette vowed to protect Paris against Le Papillon. Marinette acknowledges her love for Adrien during when he handed her the umbrella.

- If they have have their miraculouses on, they can't kiss each other on the lips or else they'll risk transforming at the wrong time.

- Even if one of them doesn't have their miraculous, the other will transform.

- Tikki and Plagg manage to upgrade through Marinette's and Adrien's soul bond, thus they can transform without kissing with a simple catchphrase.

- However, the transformation will only last for five minutes and they can't use their lucky charm, cleansing light or cataclysm. They have to kiss for the full package.

- Since this show is full of people with half a brain cell, let's have Adrien and Marinette madly in love with each other but hopelessly blind to the others' affection. Alya loses her patience when it comes to these two.

- Luckily, they can freely kiss as Ladybug and Chat Noir. They use this as an excuse to practise kissing when in reality they just wanna be typical teens who wants to snog.

- When asked about the nature of their relationship, the duo are quick to fluster and blurt out random things.

- Ladybug accidently blurts out that they're married when Alya hounds them. The Parisian shippers die with happiness. (So does Adrien). Because of this, they've to play along. Fake marriage here we gooooooo

-

"You're married!? No offense Ladybug but you look so young! Younger than me even," Alya squeals out. The little girl inside her was bouncing off the walls.

"I-I-I'm only 5000 years old eheheh..." Ladybug chuckled out nervously, refusing to meet Chat's bewildered gaze.

"Yeah- I'm only 7000 years old ahaha!" Chat played along, hoping no one sees his love struck face. "I don't think Paris would be as accepting of us if we were old, grey seniors, waltzing with the akumas."

"Yeah! That would be a disaster! Eek- we've to go- ehem, D-D-Darling. The kids are waiting," Ladybug tugged on his wrist, ignoring Alya's squawk about their kids.

"As you wish, my dear Wife," Chat cackled at Ladybug's scowl, sneaking a kiss on her cheek before vaulting off.

- Despite not being able to kiss, Marinette and Adrien make do in other ways. Adrien loves holding her, pressing his forehead against hers or even simple hand holding. Marinette enjoys turning him into a hot mess by kissing his cheek, also holding his hand or simply mentioning how lucky she is to have him.

- They make it a game in who could outfluster the other. You ought to think that they'd know that their feelings are mutual right now. (눈_눈)

- They are joint to the hip. Always close. Seat buddies, walking the other home, sneaking out, etc.

#my au #my aus #kiss au #ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #adrienette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

[tobiosmilktea]

Hello! I really love your writing and I just saw your requests are open yay 👏🏻 So my idea is that the reader (female or neutral, as you prefer it) is a third year who takes art lessons as an extracurricular subject or something and the teacher ask their students to draw posters of the sport teams, and the reader got the volleyball team. The thing is the reader knows the third years but they're not really close, so they talk just a bit. (Part 1)

paint the clouds — tendou satori

4.7k words | genre/s: fluff | warning/s: possible ooc on everyone tbh | pairing: tendou x f!reader

↪︎ in which you painted a muse who always wanted you too

a/n: definitely not my best work and im super sorry for that, but i hope you still enjoy it 👉🏻👈🏻

a warm spring breeze blew strands of your hair in front of your face, laying against your rosy cheeks as you watched the horizon. the bright yellow sun teased the sky with hues of pink and orange, bound to mix into the darkness of the sunset. school had ended a few hours ago and now you were sitting in your art club waiting for your teacher to dismiss you. she was in a middle of a spiel explaining your next art project, but your brain struggled to follow.

your hand ached from drawing for hours, your wrist tender from constant pressure, and now you could’ve sworn you were going to get carpal tunnel sooner or later. it was worth it, anyway, you were doing what you liked doing as you honestly felt being an artist was your only talent. it was merely the only thing you focused on besides your academics. dating was certainly out of the question.

instead, you watched the birds fly past the open classroom window as your teacher explained the assignment something along the lines doing sports teams posters.

“i will be walking around the classroom with a box filled with names of sports clubs,” the teacher starts, pulling you out of your train of thought as your attention was finally set on her. “you will pick a random piece of paper from the box and that will be the sports team you will be making a club poster for.”

whispers erupted in the room as others verbalized which team they wished to get.

“i hope i get the volleyball team, they’re literally iconic.” you heard one girl say.

another voice exclaimed, “drawing the equestrian team sounds super fun too!”

the murmurs continued to the buzz even after the majority of the class had already picked out their sports team from the box. you were the last one to choose as you opted to sit in the back of the class.

“and last but not least,” said your teacher as she serpentine through the desks towards your sitting figure.

your hand dug into the small cardboard box only to feel one last piece of paper. you wanted to scoff slightly, but you stopped yourself the moment you grabbed the last slip of paper and read the messy handwriting. it took you a good second to even understand what it said as it was complete chicken scratch (no offense to the teacher).

“(y/n), what did you get?” your friend who sat in front of you turned with a smile on her face.

"i got the volleyball club,” you answered, eyes widening when your friend gasped.

“that’s literally the best one to get! i’m so jealous,” she sighed as if she just inhaled a rose scented breeze.

perhaps you were lucky to get such a sought after sports team as your main focus for the assignment, but you couldn’t help but feel an overbearing weight suddenly falling upon your shoulders. shiratorizawa’s volleyball team was the epitome of the academy. they were the ones who brought a significant name to the school with only the smartest of intellects but one with the best athletes. depending on how well you created this poster could potentially make or break your reputation. it was a visual representation of the team, anything less than iconic would dig a deeper hole for you.

it certainly doesn’t help the fact that you actually had to talk to the volleyball team now that you were in charge of their school poster. you internally groaned. you barely interacted with the third years, let alone being completely enamored over a familiar red-head.

your after school activities had ended in the midst of your running train of thoughts as you absentmindedly gathered your things and walked out of the classroom. you gripped the handle of your bag as you strolled through the near-empty hallways of the academy, your mind in a complete spiral as you had already tried visualizing what the end product might look like.

it was common knowledge to everyone who had known about you was well aware how amazing you were at art. no matter what medium you were given, you were known to be the girl who had magical hands that could create even the most beautiful things out of ash and smoke. you had this some innate, almost magical ability to have others stop in their tracks just to admire your works.

perhaps that you were too caught up in your own thoughts and the hypnotic tapping rhythm of your loafers clicking against the school floors that you hadn’t even notice your arrival towards the gym.

even the loud shouts of volleyball players from the ongoing practice wasn’t enough to pull your gaze away from the ground and towards the flying volleyball hurdling towards you.

“(y/l/n), watch out!” you heard a familiar voice shout out, immediately pulling you out of your own jungle-like psyche and into the real world.

everything had happened so quickly, all you knew was a blur fly past you to retrieve the ball before it knocked out of conscious. semi eita quickly turned to you, his figure greatly towering over you as he gave you a reassuring smile. “are you okay, (y/l/n)?”

you gulped, nodding almost too quickly. “yeah, i’m okay.”

“good,” he mutters as his brows slightly furrow in confusion. there was a thin blanket of awkwardness hovering above both of your heads as you both stood there in silence for a good five seconds—five seconds too long that is. “so what brings you here?” he finally breaks it, scratching the back of his head in the mean time.

right, you had almost forgotten why you were here in the first place.

“it’s about the art club, we’re doing sports team posters and i was wondering if i could talk to the third years for ideas.” you asked gently.

semi’s eyes immediately widened, the already prevalent smile on his face only increased at the statement. “that’s cool! come with me, i’ll show you to them.” he quickly motioned you to come inside the gym, feeling the brisk air difference of the air conditioned gymnasium to the warm spring breeze outside.

a shiver flowed down your back. not from the sudden influx of cold air surrounding your body, but the fact that towering volleyball players and their ever-so-intimidating nature causing nervous habits to take over you. soekawa jin, the vice captain of the team quickly flickered a look towards you before tapping ushijima’s arm for his attention. turning to see what his teammate wanted, soekawa swiftly pointed at you and semi approaching.

“it’s a surprise seeing you here, (y/l/n).” ushijima greets you in his deep, guttural voice. it caused you to gulp nervously, struggling to even put on the tiniest of smiles as you meekly muttered a ‘hi’ to the rest of the third years. however, it seemed as if the one you were most familiar with was not in sight. it did seem a tad bit quiet in the gym now that the practice game was on a time out.

“um,” one of the wing spikers approached you, ohira reon was it? “sorry for almost hitting you, by the way.”

you swiftly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. i was the one who wasn’t playing attention, so that’s on me.” 

“so, you’re here for the poster?” ushijima cut into it like a sharp knife, bold and straight to the point.

“yeah, um, i just stopped by to ask if you guys had anything ideal you want to see on your club poster.” your voice was softer than you hoped it would be when you spoke. 

eyebrows furrowing, ushijima glances among his teammates as provocation for an option saturated his hums of curiosity. 

semi then clears his throat, “we’re not really sure if we have any input for you, (y/n). besides, i think your poster will be amazing nevertheless.”

“that’s still a lot of pressure,” you mutter, “considering i would be mauled to death if this poster isn’t amazing.” sarcasm drenched your words like saccharine, hoping that the tall athletes would at least get your banter and share a laugh with you.

but they didn’t. instead, they stared with wide eyes at you in a mere worrying glance. perhaps the joke didn’t exactly translate well.

god, this is so awkward.

however, it wasn’t like you were exactly lying. as the face of shiratorizawa academy, you were aware that they needed to look good and if it were any less than that, you might never see the light of day ever again. not to mention you always liked adding twists to your artwork, which was technically the only reason why you were so infamously known to have such amazing works. but in the past half hour, you’ve came to the conclusion that it possibly isn’t the best option in this case.

“i’m kidding, by the way,” you let out a light huff.

“well, if it helps you in any way, you could always focus on ushijima as he is our ace.” soekawa cuts in, patting the captain’s back the moment he braided his arms over each other.

any form of leftover conversation (or lack thereof) was sliced—cut off from the sudden opening of the gymnasium doors and the (quite obnoxiously) loud middle blocker. tendou satori entered the giant gym with a bright beaming face of glimmering lights and cherries. tendou was perhaps one of the first people to talk to you the moment you entered this academy, eyes glazed in a honey-like optimism with every bright ‘hello.’ you always tended to be the quiet and secluded one in your classes with him despite being known to be infamously sardonic, you seemed to be the only one to which his overly comic ways of banter didn’t annoy you like it did with others. he, himself, was a sunray, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to expose that thought as your eyes fall onto the approaching boy.

out of all the third year volleyball players, you and tendou had talked the most, yet considering you two as more than just mere acquaintances was a bit of a reach.

“yo!” the redhead’s loud voice thundered throughout the gym and you could already feel it echo within your heart.

“you’re back,” mused ohira with his hands on his hips. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” tendou says, fixing the loosened athlete’s tape over his fingers. “but the school nurse was already gone by the time i got there, so i had to fix myself up—oh hey, (y/n)!” he had cut himself off the moment his eyes fell upon yours.

your breath had hitched the moment he greeted you. it was as if your heart had immediately jumped into your throat and prevented you from even muttering a word as you can already feel your palms getting clammy. “hey,” you mutter almost in a whisper.

“so what are you doing here?” questioned tendou as his eyes suddenly widen the moment the words came out of his mouth, “uh-that sounded really rude, um—i actually meant that in the nicest way possible, by the way.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden burst of scattered thoughts, noticing a faint flush of pink upon his cheeks. 

“she’s here for the club poster,” ushijima answers in your place as you seemed to not answer even after a beat had passed.

“oh nice! i’m sure it’ll look really cool!” the middle blocker grinned at you to which a sudden wave of monarch butterflies attacked your gut. you could even feel the heat coursing through your cheeks and all the way to the tips of your ears until they were as red as tendou’s hair.

“hopefully,” you modestly commented, eyes then falling upon tendou’s wrapped wrist and couldn’t help but be filled with curiosity. “what happened to  you?”

the middle blocker shook his head dismissively. “i tried blocking one of ushijima’s spikes again, but as you know, it is a bit impossible and i ended up hurting myself. it’s no biggie, though.” he shrugs.

“t-that’s amazing.” you breathed out before you could catch yourself. and you swore, you saw the light pink hues of blush upon tendou’s face had darkened.

how cool, you thought with the stars in your eyes. the thought was a bit controversial, but you couldn’t but find tendou satori cooler than ushijima at that very moment. the fact that he knew very well how difficult and painful it was to block his spikes, tendou still attempted it to the point at the cusp of being injured. you began fiddling with your fingers for far too long as you’ve come to realize how long you were standing there for no more reason. you mentally face palmed as you cleared your throat, “anyway, if you guys do have any preferred ideas let me know before friday.”

before the boys could even say a proper goodbye, your legs were already carrying you towards the exits of the gymnasium as if it was running on autopilot. she did hear their shouts of good lucks from across the room as your long strides pushed you to quickly leave.

why was i so awkward for?

in retrospect, perhaps you were more nervous than you thought. it had been an entire week since you had received the assignment to create a club poster for the volleyball team and there hadn’t been a night filled with peaceful sleep. instead, they were brimming with 2am moments of inspired antics. working on the large poster filled you with nothing but utter confidence even after it was finished, but now that you were actually at school with the rolled up poster of the incredible volleyball team, you couldn’t help but feel waves of reluctance and insecurity.

it was always like this with you. where everything was fine and your confidence within your works were expected, but the moment you did have to present such things, you couldn’t help but think of what you should’ve done differently. you assumed that you could’ve improved your mixed media skills by a little bit as there wasn’t much you could’ve done either way in that murky little head of yours that obviously lacked sleep.

the hallways of shiratorizawa were still pretty empty as it was still quite early in the morning. most of the students were outside anyway, so you quickly took this chance to unroll the large poster. taking some push-pins from the side pocket of your school bag, you hung the poster up in it’s place. 

you breathed out one last sigh of ichor before picking up your bag and walking away from the masterpiece.

throughout the entire day, you had come across dozens of stares of others as you walked through the hallways, bringing your endless sea of nerves to heighten until you were dragged upon its tides. there were whispers everywhere. they were probably talking about your poster for the volleyball club and immediately you felt drowned in sorrow.

within a snap, had already thought of the worse possible outcomes that others were talking about how terrible of a job you did. perhaps that leap of faith, that tiny step out of the box when creating your poster was too much of a risk that you ended up falling to your own demise.

“(y/n)!” a voice called from behind you.

turning over your shoulder, you saw a familiar redhead making his way towards you in a bright amble. you immediately felt your heart drop as you whip your head back around and started to walk away. 

shit, shit shit. you thought, tendou was definitely not the first person you wanted to talk to you when the possibilities of what he had to say to you was tangling in your psyche. as if they were tangled vines yearning to be untangled for his closure and yet, you refused.

your shoes clicked rapidly against the floors of the school when suddenly your wrist was pulled back, turning towards his familiar tall figure.

your direct gaze was on his chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up upon his eyes. you couldn’t, at least. as if you were, your face would resemble something similar to a tomato.

“listen, tendou.” you muttered, still not attempting to meet his gaze. “i’m kind of late for class, but if you want talk later then we can—”

“no, i want to talk now,” he stated seriously, almost too seriously as it caused you to look up to him in surprise.

your mouth gaped to say something, yet nothing seemed to come out.

“i just wanted to say thanks for the poster.” tendou says as his breath almost hitched from the mere sight of you. he could recall the rushing feeling of blood coursing towards his cheeks and ears the moment he stepped upon school grounds and saw your poster. there his painted figure was, stood more prominently than the rest of his team. it was as if he needed the taste of sweet-tongued cough syrup just to ease his aching cheeks from smiling so hard.

the feeling was amazing. that from the smallest little action of you focusing on him rather than what he thought was going to be ushijima (like always) it was you who chose him. the loud middle blocker over the incredible ace of shiratorizawa. he knew validation wasn’t everything, and yet, his immense feeling of being at the top of the world certainly didn't help the fact that he had always been in love with you. you and tendou had the same class each and every year, that each first day of school, he would always sit giddily at his desk just so he could watch your angelic figure walk in.

in spite of it all, from his loud and upfront nature, he could never bring himself to even talk to you everyday besides an occasional ‘good morning’ whenever you would walk in. perhaps seeing this poster of himself was a little push into the deep end—to finally grow the guts to spill his unspoken epiphanies of built up feelings for once.

“usually, it’s ushijima who’s the face of the shiratorizawa team, but it’s nice seeing a change.” continued the middle blocker on the cusp of rambling, “i really didn’t expect you to focus it on me though, so that was a surprise... which by the way,” he hesitates as if he was do embarrassed to even ask. “why did you choose me?”

you pursed your lips the moment your breath was snatched from your lungs. “um,” you sighed, your mind speedily trying to come up with a plausible answer—something other than perhaps inevitably revealing you feelings for him, “i just think you’re really cool.” was all you could come up with and quite honestly, you wanted to face palm yourself for how stupid it probably sounded.

but to tendou, it was an absolute godsend. his heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage as his cheeks reddened into crimson wine. he didn’t know what else to say afterwards as that was his final push. it was then the idea popped inside his mind. a cheeky smile melted upon his lips as he patted your head gently.

“you’re an amazing artist, (y/n).” he complimented, amused by the fact he was the one who caused your reddening face before turning his heel and waving, “see you tomorrow!”

“u-uh, see you?” you stammered over his sudden departure, briefly waving before hold your hand to your chest. you felt as if your heart was to inevitably combust at the sudden overflow of ardor and vehemence of tendou satori’s actions. 

a sigh left your peachy lips, why am i feeling like this?

tendou could’ve sworn he had enough time to make it back to practice before stirring up any suspicions from his team, but the unfortunate tides have come across and drenched him in ill-fate—all gross and sticky.

ever since seeing your poster of him the day before, the thought of you had been on the middle blocker’s mind enough that even ushijima noticed his change in demeanor.

“what’s up with him?” the captain asked semi as they watched the redhead stumble into the gym.

“i think it’s about (y/l/n),” he answers in a hushed voice in case the disorganized tendou somehow heard. “he’s been in love with her since first year and seeing the poster of him is finally forcing him to make a move.”

ushijima refrained from chuckling, “so all it took was a poster with him as the center instead of me?”

“yeah, pretty much.” says semi.

tendou had been non-stop running back and forth between his classroom, the gym, and the art room after that burst of serendipitous ideas clouded his brain until it was all he could focus on. he had already missed the beginning of practice just so he could do something special for you for when he does muster up the courage to confess.

it was something along the lines of returning the favor of what you did to him, but he was well aware of the fact that he was a volleyball player for a reason and not an artist. honestly, most of the work was done with the help of you friend from the art club to which she basically did the drawing and tendou just colored it in. however he liked to think that it was the thought that counted, either way.

“sorry i’m late,” the missing middle blocker finally appeared. he was trying to catch his breathe as he rested his arms upon his bent knees. perhaps he quite disliked how gigantic the shiratorizawa campus was when it came to this. “i had to take care of something.”

ushijima gave semi an amused look before hardening his gaze on tendou, he tried not to laugh as he cleared his throat to hide that fact. “what’s more important than volleyball practice?” perhaps in the ace’s rarity, he was in the mood to tease the guy. “a girl?”

and immediately, the look on tendou’s face—of complete and utter fear that his captain would potentially punish him with extra conditioning was going to be the death of him—was instead replaced with chuckles him ushijima and semi.

“i’ll leave you off the hook as this was your first time missing a practice, not to mention you missed it for a girl you’ve liked for three years now.” said ushijima surprisingly out of character, than even he found himself shocked by saying it. “but if you miss another practice for (y/l/n), you’ll have extra conditioning everyday before and after school.”

tendou nods rapidly, “yessir!”

the rest of the day was filled with the sound of firm volleyballs being hit and slapped across the gym before falling to the floors with a coupled thud.

and despite trying his very hardest to focus his mind upon the practice game, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to you in your bright enormity. his mind was on you, and yet he was playing the game harder than ever with each and every block he endured. perhaps it was the nerves, the aching adrenaline that flowed through his veins at the mere thought of  confessing to you by the time practice ended fueled his fire.

even if this was just a practice game against his own teammates, he was going to win for you and leave the gym with a confident aura enough to give him the guts to walk up to you.

the thing is, the game had already ended before he knew it. his side of the court had won and reached 25 points before he could even blink with the fact that he was in a ready stance even after the whistle had been blown.

“tendou,” ushijima called out to the redhead. “good luck.”

with that, the middle blocker’s head had cleared as he gave a smile to the setter. he walked over his bag, snatching it up and over his shoulder as he grabbed the rolled up poster within his clammy hands.

god, i’m was nervous. he thought to himself as he walked out of that gym.

the loud, boisterous guffaws from the rest of his teammates faded and echoed into oblivion as he walked the opposite way from everyone else. as the rest were going home, it was him who was on his was to your classroom. he had heard from your friend that you had cleaning duties today after school and it was the perfect time to just swallow his pride and just say.

but his actions were definitely faster than his thoughts as he had impulsively slammed the classroom door open without thinking.

you had thrown a shocked glance at the redhead at the sudden harsh action as he had thrown an embarrassed smile at you. chuckling at that adorable look on his face, you quickly set you mop aside. “tendou? what are you doing here? is your practice over already?”

the redhead nods, “yeah, just a couple minutes ago—um, i-uh just wanted to uh—”

he sighed frustratingly. this was the first time that the tendou satori—the third year infamously known for his innate way of speaking to others in such bright confidence for once, had his tongue tied. the reason why was obvious. it was because of you and your beaming eyes and that godforsaken smile of yours that made him go utterly crazy.

he was still trying to find the right words to say when your gaze fell upon the rolled up poster within his shaking hands. “what’s this?” you asked innocently as your hand reached for the poster and took it out of his hands without much force.

“w-wait! that’s—!”

you unrolled the poster, honey glazed your irises as your mouth gaped slightly.

it was you. a painting of you sitting under one of the large trees on one of the campus’s courtyards, sketching who knows what along with tendou’s large handwriting sprayed at the top:

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME, (Y/N)?

you breath was snatched out of your throat as you flickered your widened eyes up to him. red and pink hues adored tendou’s cheeks and ears, scratching the back of his head as his chestnut eyes refused to meet yours. if he were to look at you then and there, he would immediately melt into a puddle of blossoming cherries.

“did you make this for me?” you asked gently, still absolutely moonstruck at the poster. it was a simple painting that was definitely not drawn entirely by tendou as you could tell your friend had something to do with it, but you couldn’t help but be absolutely astonished that he even went out his way for this. “i love it,” you whispered, capturing tendou’s attention.

“y-you do?” the redhead huffs in disbelief.

tendou was closer to you, more than you were comfortable with, but you didn’t fight it off. you didn’t bother giving a little space between you two. “i was serious when i always thought you were cool. you were the only one out of that group of popular kids to talk to me and was actually nice about it.” you suddenly professed. your consciousness mentally slapped you over and over again from the embarrassment of saying such a thing. and yet, the signal in her mind didn’t releasse itself until the moment you felt your eyes fall upon tendou’s chamomile lips. and to your peachy ones, did tendou even dare to think of the impossible, of the serenity that filled them under your blushing cheeks,

“i really like you, (y/n)... and i have for a while now.” he muttered.

you bit your lip at the sudden downpour of feelings that you didn’t even notice yourself clutching and perhaps accidentally crumpling the poster he made. “me too,” you said in a mere whisper, your gaze flickering back down to the floor. “and to answer your question... yes, i will go out with you, tendou.”

the redhead felt his breath hitch in his throat, pausing with his eyes almost wide and doe-like when he looked at you underneath the last rays of the setting sun. he let’s out a bright chuckle, “cool.” he attempted to act casually only to break the moment he found your embrace.

you gently laughed as it muffled within his chest, “cool.” you repeated.

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