#anyways thanks nat ily

[figbian]

Tell Me of the dunmeshi wip 👀 that title bangs. also tell me about frat au and how much of it is based on The Frat.

dungeon meshi wip CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS so putting it under a readmore. everyone else has to suffer thru frat au info.

frat au is only Sort Of based on The Frat (dear readers, this fanfiction author joined a fraternity and is a brother of [loud car horn]). due to the like ways fe3h works narratively, it felt a lot more true to a Good AU to be honest to an all-male fraternity, so it draws on The Frat's past (as we didnt haze, but hazing definitely used to occur) as well as info from other fraternities or fraternity-like structures (and a handful of How Do College-Age Boys Behave anecdotes coming directly from my real life college-age brother who is Not a frat boy).

sylvain, dimitri, and others are in a frat. their fathers (plus rodrigue lol) were in this frat. etc. not exactly explored but crucial to the narrative: how traditional fraternities uphold like lineage and legacies in college settings and why that creates bad gatekeeping etc etc etc. basically the ways fraternities suck on an individual level (hazing, unhealthy relationship to substances, pressure to conform to a certain set of standards, etc) AND the ways they operate on a structural level in a shitty way.

the plot however is: sylvain returns from some time off at university. in his time off, he's effectively ghosted his friends and no one knows what happened/why he vanished. felix is recovering from an injury that delayed his journey to become a professional tennis star (<- lol). they've known each other for so long, they both have dead brothers, but also how much do they really know about each other?

posting this snippet SPECIFICALLY for brothers of [siren wail]. i think youll all recognize the inspo for 'the green room.'

“maybe we should shift to explosions,” raphael said as he came back into the room, looking over at the car crumpling into a tree playing on the television. “for the vibe.” “the vibe,” agreed sylvain, privately wondering if there was that much of a difference between crashes and explosions. he figured that any kind of disaster suited the green room. the windowless room in the phi ep basement––named for the carpeting, which had, once, allegedly, been green (sylvain’s efforts to deep clean last spring had failed to prove anything except that one should always wear shoes in the green room)––was less of a vibe and more…well. the couches were all leather––easier to clean if someone puked on them; the ceiling had suspicious stains; the walls were covered in bad murals painted over several years of pledging––and sylvain would know they were bad, being an art history major; the tv sat on a pile of wooden crates. at least the sound system wasn’t terrible. when sylvain wanted to impress girls, he never brought them to the green room. he sat back on the couch and spread his legs. “yeah, fuck it,” he heard himself say. “explosions.”

dungeon meshi fic is suuuper rough rn. its Probably a 5+1 of 5 times marcille's friends died and 1 time they didnt (hahaha) but what i have written so far is all about chilchuck going senile and dying. the fic is very obviously tackling like "what happens when the people you love and remember as young and full of life grow old, and how is preparing for someone's death as painful as their death itself" BUT ALSO is about "what if the dragon part of falin makes her age at the same rate as marcille...and how is that, in some ways, worse than if she just lived as a human did?" bcs As You Know im always interested in the question "when is it true that living beyond when the narrative expects you to is worse than dying?" that part just doesnt have a lot written.

there is NOT a lot written that i posted for wip wednesday but here:

chilchuck has lost most of his teeth, so he has to eat porridge and other soft foods. “at least it’s not monsters,” he says to marcille every morning, which was funny the first few times and now is depressing. “yeah,” says marcille, pouring some sugar into his tea. it’s unclear to marcille––who, despite having half a century to prepare for this, feels unprepared––exactly when chilchuck seems to think it is. he keeps asking about his wife, his shop, his daughters, whether or not they could resurrect falin.  “have i reached out to her?” he asks. his wife, he means. mostly he seems to think they’ve just defeated the winged lion. marcille has not gained much patience in last fifty eight years; having to admit to mistakes she made fifty eight years ago every day for the last couple of years has been––hard. it’s been hard. “no,” she says, gritting her teeth. chilchuck’s ex-wife died fourteen years ago. marcille learned many mornings ago it’s best to convince chilchuck to write her a letter that cannot be sent rather than make him relive his grief every day.

#rambles #dungeon meshi fic is well. you certainly can see a glimpse of what has been a central source of grief for me for the past like four five yr #not a ton of spoilers for the manga but enough that i dont feel comfortable making everyone read it. #anyways thanks nat ily

[carpedzem]

hi nat i did your draw this in your style but like i don’t draw so it’s kinda bad but like i wanted to send it to you anyway okay ily bye sorry

everyone look at those babies.... the babiestest thank you for taking your time it means THE WORLD to me <3

#sappy tag #THANK YOU!!!!!!!! #fav tag

[bqstqnbruin]

See You Again

I'm actually posting a fic for the first time in seven months aka the first fic I've finished in seven months peace love teaching

anyway, I wrote this for the lovely @wyattjohnston's summer fic exchange! I got to write for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten but I've never written for Nico before, so I hope you like this (I was fully inspired by my own mess of a life)

Edit since I’m a dumbass thank you to @kat-hearts for reading this first and being amazing ily 😭

One of the characters, Nat is nonbinary, and I did my best to make the reader gender netural, which I haven't done before on either account, so I hope I did it justice (if something is glaringly wrong, please let me know!)

Warnings: I was mean with the ending? A little? Also, some swearing, drinking, almost physical fighting

Word Count: almost 2.8k

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“When was the last time you saw him?”

You tried to shift through your memory to figure that out. In person, the last time was sometime in the first week of December about two years ago. Thinking about him, which thankfully didn’t count, would involve you giving a much more recent answer, way more recent than you would really like to admit. “I don’t remember.” 

“Well,” your roommate Nat says, looking down at their phone. “I have bad news.”

“Fucking hell,” you moan, tilting your head to hit the back of the seat of the Uber. You knew what they were going to say before the words even started to come out of their mouth.

“Nico is going to be there tonight. With all the guys.” You let out another groan, the Uber driver giving you a scowl through the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry! Jack didn’t know he was coming, or he would have told us way before we got ready.” 

You stare out the window, trying to think of all the ways that you could get out of this situation. You already paid for the Uber and didn’t want to pay for another one. You weren’t about to go somewhere by yourself, especially since the bar you were heading towards wasn’t within a reasonable walking distance if you were to go somewhere by yourself, and no way was Nat going to leave with you without Jack, and Jack, of course, wasn't going to leave without his teammates. 

“We can go back right now and I’ll tell Jack to have fun with his team instead,” Nat tells you as if they could read your mind. They put their hand over yours, trying to give you any sense of calm that was setting into your panic. “We do not have to be around Nico.” 

“What kind of person tells someone they like them but not enough to date them?” you mutter, knowing you and Nat have had this conversation many times on your kitchen floor, drunk and crying together at 2 in the morning. They had introduced you to Nico one night after a game when the team went out to celebrate. They had been dating Jack for about a year at that point, meeting him through his brother at Michigan and reconnecting when they both realized they were going to be in New Jersey together. Quinn had used the reasoning of, “he won’t know anyone in the state,” only for everyone to realize later that he knew Jack had been smitten with Nat since they met. If only you had been so lucky. 

You had known of Nico, obviously. How could you not? He was the captain of the Devils, the team you grew up surrounded by, the number one draft pick in the sport your roommate never shut up about. He covered your social media feeds without you really wanting them to and everyone you knew talked about what a great game he had the night before. You couldn’t escape the idea of him, no matter where you went. 

When you met him that night a few years back, there was something about him in person that you were drawn to. He had been just an idea to you, not someone you could think about as being real. You spent that entire night with him, your friends either wandering off or you too enthralled with Nico to notice that they were there. Nat and Jack were heading back to your place before last call, and you were left knowing that you had to see Nico again.  

He asked if he could kiss you, making you melt as his hand gently snaked its way to your cheek, pulling you close when you said yes and covering your mouth with his. You waited for his text the next day, anxiously checking your phone until he finally did after 3 pm. From then on, you told each other everything, texting each other whenever you could, him calling you and heading over to your apartment whenever he didn’t have an obligation to the team. You fell hard for him and you had believed that he felt the same about you. 

“The kind of person who doesn’t know what they have until it’s gone,” Nat tells you, trying to pep you up. “Hey, we can find you a guy that is just as hot as Nico tonight.” 

“I’m gonna move to Ireland and isolate myself with the spuds.”

“Act like you can be away from me for that long,” they tease, earning a laugh from you. “I’m serious, though. Tell me what you want to do, or who you want to do, and Jack and I will make it happen.”

You didn’t want someone just as hot as Nico, you wanted Nico. You hated the fact that there was more than one time that you had pulled up his messages on your phone, part of you unable to delete that conversation thread even though you knew it would be the healthy thing to do. But you weren’t known amongst your friends for doing what was best for your mental wellbeing, so you kept them, going back through the conversations you had in the four months you were seeing him. The last text was what haunted you the most, him telling you that he was going to be back in Switzerland for the summer and that he ‘didn’t want you tied down to one person’ while he was gone.

He said he would text you when he was back. 

He never did. 

There were multiple times when you wanted to text him, but you never did, either. 

“Yeah,” you manage to choke out. “Let’s do it.” 

You spend the rest of the ride in silence, trying to think of where in the bar you would be able to hide from Nico so that he wouldn’t see you. The guys were already inside, Jack telling Nat about 10 minutes ago that they went to start drinking as fast as they could. 

The bar was somehow muggy inside, as if the beer itself hung in the air rather than the sweat of the nearly one hundred drunk people that were crowding every square inch of the floor. Jack was easy to spot for Nat, his five foot eleven frame not the largest of his teammates, but still distinct enough that your roommate had left your side within seconds of entering to be with their partner. 

So much for finding you someone tonight. 

You tried to stay away from him, closer to Nat and Jack as best as you could, but they kept wandering off from you. The last thing you wanted to do was go with them when they were both on their way to drunk and have a history of doing slightly illegal things in the bathrooms at bars. 

You had to find someone to talk to. Any person who looked interesting. Any other guy on the team who you were friends with, but that was really only Jack, and that was really only because he’s dating Nat. Your phone was your only comfort, finding a table that had been pushed up against the wall and hoping that there was something you could doom scroll on that would distract you from looking towards Nico. 

He had the right to do what he wanted at the bar with his teammates. You weren’t together. 

“You ok?” you hear during a lull in the music, pulling you away from your phone for a moment. You didn’t know who was standing in front of you, one of the newer guys from the trade deadline that Nat definitely hadn’t introduced you to. He was waiting for you to respond, looking like he had wanted to sit down with you.

“Yeah, just, not a big ‘going out’ person.”

He lets out a nervous laugh, a smile that sends a jolt through your system that you hadn’t felt in a while. Since Nico, if you were really willing to be honest with yourself. “Me neither, honestly. I’m just here because I didn’t have anything else to do.” 

“I got dragged here with my roommate so they can be with their boyfriend,” you tell him, gesturing to Nat and Jack trying their best to sneak out of the bathroom, Jack’s shirt buttoned wrong, both of their previously neatly styled hair in a mess that you only saw after hearing them the night before. 

“So that’s the infamous Nat,” he says, taking the seat beside you. You nod as he continues, “Jack never shuts up about them. Not that Jack shuts up about anything or anyone, ever, but especially not Nat.” 

“I always knew he was a good one,” you tell him, introducing yourself so he knew you as more than just, ‘his teammate's partner’s roommate.’

“I’m Timo.” 

You spent the rest of the night bouncing between the table and the bar with Timo, him buying you every drink you wanted. There was something about him that was different, but you couldn’t focus all of your attention on him. 

He was talking about his time in San Jose while you were waiting for your next round of drinks. You couldn’t focus on a word he was saying, Nico within your line of sight talking to a girl. A really attractive girl, you might add. You felt your heart drop, feeling a lump in your throat forming faster than you could lie to yourself about that scene having no effect on you. Naturally, Nico would talk to other people. You hadn’t talked to him in two years, let alone seen him in person. Just because you couldn’t get over him, no matter how hard you tried, that didn’t mean he didn’t get over you.

“And then I got traded here, and I love it, so far,” you tune back into Timo, who is suddenly much closer than you remember. It’s just because the bar is loud, people are starting to crowd for drinks, and, fuck, you have to admit, he’s pretty hot. 

Nico was still watching. 

Timo took your hand, leading you off to the table where you were before, the drinks in your hand probably not ones that you needed to begin with. His free hand snaked its way to your waist, pulling you close to him. You could feel your heart racing faster with every inch he got closer to you. You wanted him to kiss you. 

You thought you did. 

“I’m sorry,” you pull away right as his lips were about to meet yours, tears starting to form in your eyes, leaving the drink he bought you in his hands as you ran from him. Your breath catches in your throat while you try to find Nat and Jack, just praying that they weren’t back in the bathroom or too intoxicated in general to help out. 

You heard Timo calling after you, somehow, through the volume of the music and your own drunkenness, breaking through and getting to you. You didn’t want Timo calling your name, you wanted it to be Nico. 

You needed it to be Nico. 

“Hey, hey,” you hear, feeling a familiar hand gently place itself on your arm. You turn around, Nico’s face a mixture of concern and fury. “What did he do?” 

“He, he,” you stammer, the tears falling faster the more you looked at him, every memory you had with him suddenly rushing back into your mind. “He didn’t do anything. You did.”

You yank your arm from him, trying to find anywhere to be in the building that didn’t have one of Nico’s teammates looking at you causing a scene. You knew he was following you, calling your name again and again over the music. People were starting to stare, but no part of you cared, trying harder to not let the tears that were burning your eyes fall down your cheeks. 

Nat and Jack were nowhere to be seen, the rest of Nico’s teammates trying to figure out what was going on when you burst through the front door of the bar, the cold fall air hitting your face as soon as you did. You let out a sob, trying to steady yourself against the wall of the building, sliding down to the ground while people waiting to get in tried to figure out if they should help you or if you were just another drunk person having some sort of meltdown that was none of their business. 

“Hey,” you hear, a soft voice coming from above you. “I’m so sorry if I did something wrong.” Timo slid down next to you. “I read the situation wrong, I thought you were also into me.”

“I am, I just,” you start, trying to think of what to say. 

“Hey, what the fuck did you do?” Nico yells, pulling Timo off the ground. “What did he do to make you cry?”

“Nico, stop,” you let out, Timo looking both confused and terrified by his new captain’s hand on his shirt collar. “He didn’t do anything.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Timo asked, slowly trying to back away from Nico staring you down. 

“Why can you talk to other people and I can’t?” you ask him, feeling your sadness turn into anger. “You had no issue not talking to me for the last two years.” 

“I’m gonna go,” Timo lets out, barely loud enough for the two of you to hear and sneaking away before you could notice. 

“You didn’t want to talk to me,” Nico counters, taking a step towards you. “But you wanted to talk to TImo instead?”

“Where the fuck did you get that idea?” 

“You never texted me. You’ve spent the entire night avoiding me. You think I didn’t see you when you were by yourself on your phone?” 

“You were in Sweden. And you could have come up to me and talked to me, what was stopping you? Oh, that’s right, your new girlfriend.”

“Switzerland. And she’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t seen anyone in ages.”

“Wherever you were, you weren’t here,” you tell him, your back against the wall. How long had it been since he had last seen someone? There was no way you had been the last person he was with. “You told me you didn’t want to be tied down while you were back home. You didn’t even want to talk to me, because if you did, you would have.” 

“You’re joking,” he scoffs. “You think I didn’t want to talk to you? Every fucking day I have thought about how our conversations would go when I saw you after you get home from work. I would think about you telling me about your day, about everything you would tell Nat, or whoever you were seeing at the time. Every single person I saw in the last two years, I wanted them to be you.” 

You didn’t know what to say, letting Nico’s words sink in. “Then why didn’t you text me when you came back from Switzerland?” 

Nico took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head up to the sky. “Because I thought there was no way someone else wouldn’t have realized how amazing you are. There was no way I could be someone who you thought was worth waiting for.” 

Nico takes a step towards you, his hand gently taking yours. This was a moment you had been thinking about since he left for Switzerland two years ago. You knew he was going to kiss you, having you pinned against the wall of the building. His free hand cupped your cheek.

“There you guys are!” Nat interrupts, them and Jack clearly having just finished up doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Nico steps away from you, clearing his throat, the red in his cheeks so noticeable there was no way even your roommate wouldn’t comment on it later.  “We’ve been looking for you, for um.”

“Long enough,” Jack finishes their sentence, a stupid smile covering his face. You knew he was lying, but no part of your brain was letting you focus on that. Nico leaned against the building, his arm up over your head. “The uber’s almost here. Are you ready to go?”

No. “Yes.” 

The three of you leave Nico standing there by himself, Nat and Jack falling asleep in the Uber as soon as it gets on the highway. 

You check your phone for the first time in a while, a lone notification popping up on your phone that hadn’t been there in almost two years. 

‘Nico, iMessage.’ 

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[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Eight

read from part one!

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams, the things you love the most get left behind.....

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, mentions underage drinking, absent parents

“Hey Ky, I thought you were staying with dad?” I ask hesitantly not wanting to provoke his anger that I’ve grown so accustomed to. “I wanted to finish school in person. It doenst matter, dads place sucked anyway.” His smile falls and his shoulders tense. “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go back to my room.” I shuffle out awkwardly. “Okay, later.”

Natalie: so kyle is back…said dads place sucked. Wtf! 8:45pm

Noah: WHAT?! -_- your dad didn’t even call first? 8:47

Natalie: probably called my mom, but I have talked to her in a few days. She was passed out on the couch this morning. 8:47

Natalie: looks like she had a bottle of wine for dinner…or is it considered breakfast if you have it at 6am? 8:47

Noah: yikes. I’m sorry Nat. 8:48

Noah: did he say anything else? 8:48

Natalie: no, just started acting all defensive so I dropped it. 8:49

Noah: hm..think something happened with you dad? 8:50

Natalie: with Kyle? Probably. 8:51

Natalie: I’m just going to do my best to ignore him, and maybe we move movie night to your place lol. 8:52

Noah: lol of course, and you’re obviously welcome here anytime. I’ll come and pick you up anytime just say the word. 8:52

Natalie: my hero :) <3 ily

Noah: ily :)

We text back and for the rest of the night until I pass out on my bed. 

The next day Noah picks me up in the late afternoon so we can go to one of his shows together. Nick is in the back seat when I climb in the car. Greeting them both we drive off towards the venue they’re playing at for the night. Noah’s band has really picked up traction. He's put together a four member group of guys he’s found at other gigs, Nick is playing guitar and they have another guy Julius on drums and Mikey on Bass. They’re older and I don’t talk to them much. They’ve been asked to play in more bars and even some small venues. I can’t make all of them because of work but I try to go to as many as I can. It’s new territory for me. I’ve been to a lot of his shows over the summer but they're getting bigger and the crowd is rowdy. I have to stick to the back to not get overwhelmed but I’m happy to be there supporting Noah. 

The school year starts off strong. After a few weeks I’m managing my class work and work at the coffee shop pretty well. My AP classes are challenging but not impossible. Maggie from work is in my AP Econ class and it’s nice to have someone to study with. Sometimes Noah comes to surprise me at work. He'll order a drink and flirt with me the whole time I’m making it just to see how red he can make my face; those days he will wait until I’m off so he can drive me home. We’ll make out in the car until I have toI pry myself out before it gets too late. Noah and Kyle aren’t best friends by any means. They do their best to ignore each other in school and when Noah is picking me up or dropping me off but, that doesn’t stop him from making random comments here and there. 

“You came in pretty late last night, Noah hoping you flunk out completely and follow him around forever?” Kyle snips one morning as I’m making myself a bowl of cereal before catching the bus. “Since when is it your job to keep tabs on my comings and goings?” I say back to him “you don’t ever get any shit from me when you show up wasted on a school night. You know why?” I question. “Because I’m not mom or dad and neither are you, I can look out for myself just fine. But thanks for your concern” my voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Just be careful sis, he’s clearly more concerned with his own rockstar future than yours. Don’t throw your life away for some guy.” He finishes and I can almost hear genuine care in his voice. “You’ll end up just like mom.” With that I tense, my bowl of cereal placed down with more force than necessary, sending milk and Cheerios spilling over the side. “I am nothing like her.” I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. “And I never will be.” I exit the house without looking back at Kyle and slam the door, heading for the bus. 

Noah has a Thursday night show out of town and is all but begging me to go “I can’t Noah, I wish I could but I have an Econ test Friday and a science project due” I sigh, knowing I’m letting him down. “This show is huge baby. There’s going to be a lot of people there that could really help me.” He’s holding my hand’s against his chest and I can feel his rapid heartbeat. “Having you there would mean everything to me. I promise I’ll get you home right after the show, you’ll be in bed sleeping, fully rested for your test.” He says with the sweetest smile. “I need my Natalie with me” he kisses me and my defense melt “okayyy, okay, I’ll go,” I concede. 

“Yes!” He picks me up triumphantly and spins me around making us both laugh “thank you Natty” he squeezes me in a hug “ugh I love you so much” I return his hug and sigh like a love sick fool “I love you too”. 

Thursday night rolls around and while I have last period free, Noah and Nick skip their last class so they can meet Julius and Mikey to make sound check. The venue is a little over an hour away and we make it there by 4:30 just minutes before he needs to be on for sound check. The night goes on without a hitch; Noah and Nick meet a lot of people and seem to make a lot of connections but time is slipping away. Suddenly it’s 11:30pm and I cant find either of them anywhere. I’m searching the dark and smokey venue and can’t see Noah’s towering figure anywhere. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with all the drunken patrons bumping into me, I decide to go wait outside on the curb for them to finish up. I take out my phone and text Noah that I’m waiting outside so they can find me when they’re done. Finally they finish up and I notice it’s already 12:20am. The car unlocks and I take a deep breath as I climb in, exhausted from the night.

I’m used to being fast asleep on a school night by this hour, so I’m having a hard time staying awake as Noah excitedly recounts the night “Natty, that was amazing I can’t believe it, we played so well. I think that guy from Nashville is going to offer us some recording space! Isn’t that awesome?!” I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone muster the energy to respond. I let out a soft “mmhm” in reply. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll get you home soon. Just close your eyes and we’ll be there before you know it.” 

There’s a massive pileup on the way home and with the sounds of the sirens mixed with the lights shining I don’t sleep at all. When we finally make it back to my house it's nearly 3am. I just about fall out of the car before Noah is able to throw it in park. As I open my door, he goes to exit with me, exasperatedly I turn back and tell him, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going straight to bed.” If I had the energy I would have slammed the door. He exits anyway and races after me apologizing “I’m sorry Natty, I know I said it wouldn't be late.” I stop before opening the front door and look at him with exhausted eyes “I know you didnt mean too Noah. Look, I’m too tired for this.” I sigh. “I just want to go sleep for the few hours I have left before my alarm goes off.” I open the door and stand in the doorway “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I say to him, sleep the only thing on my mind. “Okay, love you Natty.” he responds and leans to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Mmhm, love you” I tell him, closing the door and locking it. I head upstairs and crash onto my bed, asleep instantly.

When I wake up the next morning I turn over in bed and look at my alarm clock. “OH FUCK!” I shriek. It’s 10am.

I missed my Econ exam.

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[lowkeyorloki]

I have been missing asis loki more than a tad.

Possible melancholic moments (for him):

Finding out sweetheart isn't pregnant (I feel like he was a bit hopeful)?

The whole Nat situation (especially when it came to light).

Dealing with Narvi's questions after the break(up). I know Narvi missed her loads and that Loki had maybe started to (or did?) see her as a mother to Narvi by then.

I would happily devour anything asis related. I have considered getting it printed but I am worried you might add something new that I wish I could have put it the book too. If it's okay with you, of course?

Hey there anon! I understand missing the fic. It's quite nostalgic for me, as it spanned almost my entire collegiate career. Before I respond to the meat of your message, let me just say: YES OFC YOU CAN PRINT IT!! I don't think I'll add anything to asis, but I do want to revise it a bit more. I have no clue when I'll do that though, so I wouldn't wait or anything. Also... if you print it, remember my beta made a cover for the fic. Also also,,, I would love a copy 🥺🥺🥺

Anyway, onto your actual ask!

Finding out sweetheart wasn't pregnant was a very bittersweet moment for Loki. Loki loves sweetheart, and he knew even at that time that he would want to have kids with her. Meeting sweetheart made Loki ponder over everything he had given up hope for: marriage, a partner, more kids, etc. etc. When it became clear she may be pregnant, it made Loki realize he not only wanted kids, but he wanted them sooner than later due to Narvi's age.

Realistically, Loki knew it was selfish of him to want sweetheart to be pregnant. He also knew - especially after her reaction to possibily being pregnant and the whole breakup situation - that maturity-wise, she wasn't ready. Still, when she told him she wasn't pregnant, it was definitely hard for him to hear. He chose his words very carefully in that moment; recall he said "I'm happy for you. I know that's what you wanted."

In terms of the Nat situation, Loki found it unfortunate, but he didn't ultimately care outside of its effect on sweetheart. He was concerned that she was losing her best friend, but to Loki, who has only had himself, Thor + Jane, and Narvi, it may not have registered as big a deal as it should. Loki was completely fulfilled once sweetheart stumbled into his life, and so I think in a way, he subconsciously assumed it would be the same for her.

On top of that, while Loki can objectively understand he was wrong in the Clint situation (that was how I weaved his status as a villain into asis - I wanted to incorporate all aspects of his character), he made it very clear he didn't regret it. Because what happened with Nat is an offshoot of the Clint thing, Loki would have been even more apathetic to the whole thing. Both Loki and Nat have a bitterness towards each other from that, and it's a bitterness neither could fully ignore for the sake of their relationship with you.

Finally, as we saw in the Loki chapter, Narvi doesn't ask much about you/sweetheart. He simply tells Loki he misses sweetheart. Loki mentions the fact that sweetheart was a mother figure to Narvi during their breakup and the months after. Basically, Loki shut down anytime Narvi mentioned her. We saw him delve back into bad habits (such as the drinking of copious amounts of wine, or not eating) in the months they weren't together, and commiserate in general. I think in this time, Loki provided very little information to Narvi (which we saw him totally beat himself up over in the chapter he narrated). It was hard for both of them. Loki's response to devastating situations is definitely avoidance, and I think that carried over to any of Narvi's questions.

Let me know what you think of all this! Thank you for the ask and your compliments. Ily very muchhhhhhh 🫶

#ask #asis #a study in suit #asis spoilers

[sebsxphia]

Seb Seb Seb thinking abt this post and sub Nat 🥵

Especially if you tie in pussy spanking!!! Holding her against your chest and trailing down her chest and stomach, watching her stomach tense as you get closer to her center. Teasing her clit before you bring your hand down on her already wet and hot pussy and cooing over her as she cries and squirms in your arms. She’s got hot tears escaping her eyes, pleading and babbling more and more with each hit and you’re just praising her for how good she’s being and how well she’s taking it 🥰 all the while she’s holding onto your free hand and occasionally turning her head where it’s leaned back against your shoulder so she can bury her face into your neck with little whimpers and sobs

Using a vibe on her sensitive and sore clit once you’re done spanking her and it just starts a whole new round of crying and babbling bc everything is just so hot and so so sensitive, working at least two orgasms out of her as she squirms and begs whenever you don’t pull the vibe away

“M-mommy please!! Please it h-hurts ‘s too much ‘s too sensitive! I can’t cum again I ca- can’t do it”

Soothing her the entire time, just telling her how pretty she is and praising her

“Shh, easy princess, y’ doing so good for me, just one more. You can do that, can’t you? Just one more for me and then mommy’ll get you all cleaned up and you can suck on my chest if y’ want. My perfect princess, just let go for me, last one I promise”

Anyway- brain went feral w that but I hope u enjoy my horny little silly period thots 😌😌 Ily sebby!!!!

DUCKY! DUCKY!

YOU CAN’T JUST— YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I AM—

AAAAAAAAH! oh subby nat our beloved! no because the way i need to do this to natasha and experience her pretty little wails and how beautiful she looks when she’s begging and crying like that!

and this whole part here about offering her your chest to suckle on after! hghhhhhhhhh 🤤

“Shh, easy princess, y’ doing so good for me, just one more. You can do that, can’t you? Just one more for me and then mommy’ll get you all cleaned up and you can suck on my chest if y’ want. My perfect princess, just let go for me, last one I promise”

afterwards and once you’ve calmed her hiccuping tears down and cleaned her up, you gently press her to your chest and relish in the sweet little moans she lets out, as she sucks on your nipples eagerly, soothing herself with your quiet coos of love and praise. i love our perfect little pillow princess!

and i love this and you so much ducky my beloved! thank you so much for this, mwah! 🥹🥰💌

#💌you’ve got mail #mangokitkats <33 #natasha phoenix trace

[djarin]

happy birthday beloved twink pops loml ❤️❤️❤️ i remember making your bday set last minute last year akdbsjdb and i did the same this year ... some things never change. ANYWAYS i love you so much you're such an amazing person, you're so SO talented and your chaos is my favourite thing about you. i always smile whenever i see a message from you and you're just such a cute wonderful talented beautiful person AND IM NEVER GETTING OVER YOUR HAIR ITS SO FLUFFY I LOVE IT!! i hope you had the best bday ever loml im hugging you so tightly and kissing your forehead rn 💗💓💞 enjoy 21 my pops you're positively ancient now /j /lh

NATTT MY LOVE NEVER CHANGE!!!! ILYSM <3 YOU'RE so talented and i'm literally so so so honoured and grateful to be friends with someone as caring, thoughtful, funny, and sweet as you!!! :') AND THANK YOU, YOU KNOW I WILL SEND YOU ENDLESS HAIR UPDATES <3 and that's right i'm a fuckin relic, appreciate ur pops for the way he gets up at 7 am every morning to make breakfast for u and @hanmegumi 🙄 /j ILY SO MUCH MY NAT MY TWINKIE THE LOML!!! <3

#nat tag <3 #elio21 #man im thinking about the first time we interacted now ! #i remember u followed me and i followed back #and u said that in psc and i was like oh em gee hello i love ur taehyung pfp #the friendship has bloomed so beautifully since <3 #cannot imagine my life without our friendship now !!!! #ot(wink) 3 for life tbh !! <3 #thank u again natttt u mean everything to me <3

[stonedregulus]

love the new theme and u!! the way u conduct yourself online despite ~everything~ is amazing and ur wonderful <33 (i hope u find this little doodle cute :))) anyway, sending u all the good vibes!!)

nat you are the best ily and thank you for the adorable doodle 💗🥰💗

#ollie is answering asks #nat tag #bestie tag

[summaa9]

HI GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABT MY FIC LMFAO… anyway, yes it’s going well, and i kinda lost motivation but my friend said it looks incredible so it brought me out of my writing slump… THANK U NAT

i promise to update when uploaded, since some of you are excited HEHEHE ILY ALL

#marauders #fanfiction #jegulus #ao3

[shamemp3]

top 5 marvel ships n top 5 dc ships!!! (canon and non-canon is fine)

why do i rb these ask games knowing i cant pick favorites.... tbh i love so many ships...especially for marvel..im going to cheat idc

marvel: mattelektra, mattkirsten, spideytorch, petemj, billyteddy, roguegambit, thinkfast, julio richtor and shatterstar

dc: dickbabs, johnzatanna, bruceselina, i fried so many brain cells on marvel i cant think of any more but i KNOW they are out there <3

ask me top 5/top 10 anything!

#also matt and nat <3 #THANK U THIS IS SO HARD.........I KNOW I LISTED SO MANY #im so mad bc i know i love so many more #but my brain cant think of them #anyways ILY THANK U!!! #answered #michelle

[brokenandtiredsouls]

just a smol appreciation post for @carol-theavenger-danvers for putting up with my shit my heart just did a little Flip thinking ab u <333333

i have no idea where this came from I’m Sorry Bitch it’s just friend appreciation hours rn ig

#also hey hi #i could text u but im already on tumblr #im Lazy i know #do u wanna go on a run sometime #thanks ily sorry #ill probably still text u anyways #nat talks

[starryeyedmunson]

ecstasy - b.b.

pairing: frat boy!bucky x sorority fem!reader

summary: the best fraternity on campus is hosting a party before the most anticipated rave of the season, and it’s all pioneered by social chair Bucky Barnes. and when you’re in college, you want to live life to the fullest, right? and what is more of living life to the fullest than having the most memorable night of your college career with the Bucky Barnes?

warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut so please do not read if you are underage! unprotected sex, pet names (baby, doll, sweets, darlin’), drug use (MDMA, please test all of your drugs), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nudity, choking, PDA, alcohol use, please let me know if there are more

**this is meant to be consensual, but please know that if people are under the influence they are not in the right headspace to consent!!

word count: 4.8k

a/n: haven’t written in a while so there’s that, but i also have never written smut before so take it easy on ya girl. bucky just seems like a sigma chi, don’t ask why. also PLEASE for the love of god, this is not glorifying drug use. please only do what you feel safe doing! for molly, please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water throughout the night, the high lasts for around 4 hours, and if you’ve never rolled before i suggest only taking one point! the come up affects everyone differently, so i just wrote about my own experience. ALWAYS TEST YOUR DRUGS AND STAY SAFE ILY. also i thought the weeknd was the perfect vibe for this type of fic, and i highly suggest listening to either trilogy, starboy, or kissland while reading. if any of you have ever done molly, you’d get what i’m talking about. anyways, hope you enjoy! 

dedicated to the lovely @sagechanoafterdark , because I love her blog so much.

*not beta read*

Tonight was the night.

As you finished your last touches of mascara, The Weeknd played at the perfect volume from your speaker in your sorority house’s common room. As you sat on the living room floor looking at your reflection in the ring light mirror, your beloved roommate, Natasha, slid across the hardwood floor in front of you. She looked stunning, her straight red hair that framed her face perfectly contrasting her all-black set. The baby tee she had on with the black mini skirt accentuated her body perfectly, and as she posed for you, you gave her a holler.

“Do we like?” she asked, as if she couldn’t already tell the answer with your screams.

“Are you kidding? You look fantastic, Nat,” you scoffed. She smiled back at you as you looked back in the mirror to check your makeup one last time.

“Which set are you going to wear?” she inquired, jumping over the back of the couch to sit in front of the coffee table on which your entire makeup collection was spread out.

“I think I’m going to go with the pink rave set,” you said, beginning to stand from your criss-crossed position on the floor.

“Oh, thank God, the Sigma Chis are going to eat that up, especially that hot social chair they have,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you walked down the hall towards your room in your oversized sweatshirt and black fishnet tights. She wasn’t technically wrong, the entire reason you were going to the fraternity house was to see the famous social chair, Bucky Barnes. God, was he a sight for sore eyes. As you entered your closet and pulled out the pink and black triangle top and matching high-waisted underwear-styled bottoms, you wondered if you would see him tonight. Would he know who you are? Of course he would, his best friend was hooking up with your best friend. Would he like what you’re wearing? You hoped so, but it didn’t really matter; once the set was on you felt sexy regardless. As you turned to various angles and looked at your figure in the mirror, you thought that there was no way you wouldn’t get his attention. Maybe he’d even ask for your name this time.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling in the mirror as you adjusted the outfit to lay perfectly on your body, and you practically skipped to your bathroom to put your hair in high pigtails; you were going to a rave after all. Once the last stray hair was gelled into place, you grabbed your white chunky shoes, threw them on, then bounded back down the hallway to meet Nat.

“Holy shit!” she yelled as she turned around to see you. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my best friend?” You laughed and spun around while Natasha gave you sounds of approval.

“Alright, alright. We have to go, where’s Wanda?”

“She’s already at the house with Vis, she told us to come now around 30 minutes ago” Nat responded.

“Okay, perfect. Fashionably late,” you said, grabbing your phone, wallet, and key card so you could get back into the sorority house later that night. As you headed towards the door, Natasha followed you until you spun around, causing her to bump into your frame.

“Bitch, walk,” she said, fixing her hair after running into your chest.

“Wait, do you have the–”

“Molly? No, I actually threw it away, Y/N,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to smack her, to which she didn’t even bat an eye.

“That really never gets you, huh,” you asked. You had never been able to scare Natasha, and at times you wondered if she had trained herself to never be startled by anything.

“Nothing does, I’m Russian,” she said casually. You let out a laugh and walked out to the porch of the sorority house with Nat close behind.

-

“Nat! Y/N! Over here!” You heard a girl’s voice you recognized as Wanda’s once you walked into the lively fraternity house. Thankfully there weren’t too many people there yet, as you, Wanda, and Nat always got the special pre-party invites. As you and Nat made your way over to your third musketeer, you looked around for your little crush. Slightly disappointed, he was nowhere to be found, but your smile returned when Wanda dramatically flung her back to the wall, basking in Natasha’s and your appearances. “It is both totally not fair and totally fair that I have the hottest friends in the world.”

“Feeling’s mutual, Wan,” Nat chuckled. “Vis, how are we?”

“Exceptional, Natasha. You and Y/N both look lovely,” Vision responded. You smiled in his direction and began conversing with the three of them until a tall, blonde haired boy came up behind Natasha.

“Well, well, well,” the boy began, “the lovely ladies of Chi Omega.” Natasha looked up behind her and instantly burst into a smile.

“Hey, Stevie,” she said, and you laughed. You had never seen her break her intimidating façade for anyone besides her close friends, but when it came to Steve Rogers, she was a different person. She batted her eyelashes as Steve pulled her in for a quick kiss, then said hello to everyone around.

“Ugh, Jesus. Gross,” a voice yelled from across the room. As you had hoped, a certain blue-eyed, smirking boy had begun striding over to where you were standing with your friends. His swagger when he walked was unmistakable, his messy hair paired with that sly smirk giving him the perfect boyish look that made him irresistible. You had to regulate your breathing and remember to keep your mouth from hanging open as he approached, two red solo cups in hand. “No couple shit tonight, strictly raving.”

“Shut up, Buck,” Steve laughed as he gave Nat another kiss. Bucky rolled his eyes and looked over to Wanda and Vision, glossing over you as if you weren’t even there. The slight pang of disappointment stung your chest, but you concealed your feelings with ease. Bucky handed them the cups with a dashing smile, then finally turned back to Steve and Natasha.

“You guys want anything?” he asked.

“No thanks, buddy. Natasha, Y/N?” Steve answered, gesturing to the two of us who had returned to standing next to each other.

“No drinking for us, it’s an MDMA kind of night,” you responded. Bucky finally looked over at you, and you swore you saw his eyes widen.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Steve said, but Bucky’s eyes never left your face. You felt a slight blush creep up to your face as his eyes flitted around your body, suddenly feeling a bit insecure about your lack of clothing.

“Excuse me, Rogers, but where have you been hiding your girlfriend’s dime of a friend here?” Bucky asked, eyes only looking to Steve for a half second before returning to your face. His smirk had returned, and he licked his lips ever so slightly, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“You don’t know Y/N? This is Nat’s best friend, I thought you knew her,” Steve said sincerely.

“Well of course I’ve seen her around, I just didn’t know you knew her,” Bucky shrugged. He gave you a wink before being summoned by one of the pledges to give another task. The party had grown tremendously in size given that the party buses would be picking everyone up in the coming minutes, but you kept your eyes trained on Bucky’s retreating figure through the maze of people. Nat smacked your arm to get you out of your trance, and you suddenly looked around to find all of your friend’s smirking and borderline laughing at you. You awkwardly chuckled, still too caught up in the fact that the Bucky Barnes had called you a dime.

“Alright, are we taking this or what?” Natasha asked, an excited smile on her face. You were so caught up in Bucky you had almost forgotten about the party favors of the night. You nodded your head vigorously as she pulled out the dime bags, each with two points of molly in them. You reached for one of the bags, opened it, and took out one of the points, popping it in your mouth. You grabbed a water bottle from the counter nearest you and took a quick swig, downing both the water and the pill before handing the bottle to Nat who had done the same. Wanda and Vis were now on their second cup of jungle juice, and they laughed at the both you who had begun smiling intensely at each other. Steve had taken his as well, and he left to go check on the status of the buses. All of a sudden, there was a loud yell.

“Buses are here!” the voice exclaimed, and suddenly everyone was pushing each other to get out of the house and onto the vehicles.

“Popped yet, doll?” A voice from behind said, and you turned around to see none other than Bucky Barnes smiling down at you.

“Yeah we just did our first, are you taking it as well?” you asked. When have you ever talked like that? This kid was making you nervous.

He chuckled, “So proper, but yes I have. Be on my bus, will ya?” he asked, extending his hand for you to take. You smiled sheepishly and put your hand in his, also linking with Natasha while he led you to the first bus out of the four parked outside. You made your way up the steps and into the bus, sitting by Natasha as Steve and Bucky waited at the door to count the people heading onto the bus.

“He seems to like you,” Nat said with a hint of mischief in her tone.

“He does not, he doesn’t even know me,” you defended, but a part of you wanted her to be right. You looked back towards the entrance to find Steve and Bucky in conversation as they walked back to where you and Nat were sitting. Steve sat next to Natasha and Bucky took the seat on the other side of you, smiling as he sat down. And with this, the night began.

-

As you hopped off the bus, you began to feel the effects of the molly. The come up had occurred during the bus ride, and your anxiousness caused Bucky to wrap his arm around you and comfort you. It almost took your mind completely off of the come up, but you still felt a bit uneasy even with the hottest Sigma Chi holding you. But as you walked towards the door, everything around you was amplified. The color of the world was in full saturation, and you couldn’t wait to get inside the venue to dance around. You bounced up and down as you waited for the security to scan your ticket, and when you walked inside you were instantly met with colored lights and blaring EDM music. Senses on overdrive, you smiled until it hurt as you impatiently waited for your friends to get inside. First walked in a completely hammered Wanda and Vision, followed by an equally excited and rolling Steve and Natasha. The second the molly hit, those two were all over each other. They almost didn’t see you until you yelled at them to come towards you.

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked excitedly. Natasha stared at you and shrugged, too enamored with Steve to answer your question.

“Let’s go inside more!” Steve yelled over the noise, and all thoughts of Bucky were gone. He dragged you and Nat into the crowd, and you were in heaven. As the synth noises and electric bass played, you jumped around and smiled with your friends. Bodies touching, you, Wanda, and Natasha laughed and moved with the music. At points Steve and Vis would get a tad jealous, but you and your best friends paid them no mind as you fell into ecstasy.

“I feel like I’m flying!” you said, breathing heavily as you looked up to the ceiling to take in all of the lights. They danced around in your vision and you fell in love with the visuals, reaching up to the sky as if you could feel the energy pouring down on you.

“Look, Bucky!” Natasha’s voice pulled you from your peak as you looked to where she was pointing. A little ways away in the crowd, you could see Bucky also riding his high, and the urge to run over to him overcame you as you pushed through the crowd just to feel his touch. You extended your hand and took his in yours, making him look at you.

“Oh, doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug as if your bodies couldn’t get any closer together. You giggled and pulled away, beaming up at him as he cupped your face in his hands. “Have you taken your second?”

“Not yet, have you? I’m going to do it right now because I want to!” you said in a rush. You fished into your wallet to pull out the dime bag from before, popped the pill, and drank the rest of your water bottle you had from the fraternity house. He laughed down at you, also taking his second pill and finishing his own water. “How have we never talked before?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I have no idea, sweets. But I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else right now,” he said. His blue eyes bore into yours, and all of a sudden it was just you two with no one else around. The lights illuminating his face made him look ethereal, and you could tell there was a connection between the two of you with the way his eyes bounced around your face. Both of your breathing was erratic as you felt the second peak coming, and as the crowd pushed you around you felt your faces getting closer and closer.

“Guys!”

You snapped around to find a loose-eyed Wanda moving towards you, a sloppy grin on her face. “There you two are! Steve and Nat are n-nowhere to be found, they’re probably s-sucking each other off or something” she hiccupped out. Vis was behind her, and the three of you laughed at her unkempt disposition. The music sucked you back in as you faced the dj stand, the second peak finally hitting you at full force. The sounds engulfed your entire body as you let your head fall back, breathing heavily. The smile crept back onto your face as you felt every light, every soundwave entering through your pores, energizing you and filling you with utmost happiness. You almost didn’t notice the pair of hands that had snuck around your waist and wrapped around your midsection. You rested your hands on the unfamiliar ones, and you turned around to be met with a peaking Bucky Barnes. His pupils were blown as he looked above you at the visuals playing behind the dj, then he looked down at you with the same dopey smile you also had on your face. A split second passed, but that was all the confirmation you needed. His lips were on yours in a fervent kiss as your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging like your life depended on it. A cheer from Wanda was drowned out by the music, but both you and Bucky were too enamored with each other to notice anything else except each other. His hands pushed your lower back closer to his body as his lips crashed into yours over and over. The sloppy, wetness of the kissing was the perfect sensory feeling for your rolling mind to comprehend, and your arms wrapped around his neck in an effort to pull him impossibly closer to you.

Both of you breathlessly pulled away and said in unison: “Let’s go.” Suddenly, you were both somehow dragging each other through the crowd and out into the parking lot of the venue, where Bucky fumbled with his phone to call a car to pick you guys up. The coldness of the night was ineffective on your hot body, and you outstretched your arms and spun in circles as Bucky looked up at you. He couldn’t understand how a girl so perfect slipped his view before, but he was feeling lucky to have met you now. Maybe it was just the molly talking, and it probably was, but he felt like he never wanted to leave your side. As you smiled and spun and looked at the sky, he could feel your energy radiating from you and entering him, causing him to smile widely at the sight of your kid-ish demeanor. After a couple minutes, the car pulled up and you both got in, Bucky opening the door for you then moving to his own side. Even on molly, the kid was still a gentleman.

The car began moving, and at that point you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. His lips easily found yours again, cupping your face like he had done earlier in the night. You unbuckled yourself and slid over to his side of the car, putting your hand on the back of his neck and dragging your nails all the way to the front. He let out a sigh as he also released himself from the seat buckle, shifting his body so he could more easily face you. His hand moved down to your neck, putting slight pressure until you practically moaned for more. As you moved your hands to his hair, he pulled away from your lips only to reattach them to your neck, sucking hard as if to mark his territory for the next couple of days. Your head fell back as you sighed in pleasure, your breathing becoming more erratic as he continued his heated pursuit of your skin. With each mark he left, he soothed the area with his tongue and placed light yet heated kisses around the area before moving to a different part of your neck, until he finally moved up to your earlobe. He took the supple skin in his mouth and sucked lightly, letting his tongue run along the bottom edge of your ear to which you hummed in pure ecstasy. Your hand moved from his hair down his chest until it rested on his belt buckle. You began to fumble with the metal clip until he put his hand over yours. “Not yet, darlin’, we’re so close to the house. Wanna please you the proper way,” he whispered into your ear before giving it another light kiss and pulling away. You smiled at him and laid back on the seat. You had almost forgotten that you had taken a second point of molly, but you felt the familiar anxiety creeping up on you. You pushed yourself up a little bit and straightened yourself out, fiddling with your thumbs as you looked out the window.

“I feel it too, doll. It’ll be over in 15 minutes, tops,” Bucky said next to you, placing his hand over yours. You smiled and looked at him, then turned back to the window. A little while later, the car had pulled up to the Sigma Chi house, and Bucky helped you out of the car. You were still feeling a little uneasy, so once you got inside he grabbed you both a bottle of water and he led you up the stairs. You practically downed the water by the time you had reached his door, and you held the empty bottle in your hand as he opened the way to his room. “Sorry, it’s a little messy in here,” he said sheepishly.

It was not.

It was pristine, with the exception of a sweatshirt on the floor. You looked back at him as he walked to turn on the sound system, and rolled your eyes as you walked over to his bed and laid on it. The instant The Weeknd started playing, you shot up and looked at him again, this time with wild eyes. He stared at you with a smile creeping onto his face as you began waving your hands around to the music, closing your eyes as you felt your second roll coming on. He slowly walked towards you and got onto the bed, leaning over you and taking your lips in his for the third time that night. You sunk into the kiss as he laid you down, placing your hands back in their designated spot on the back of his head with your fingers tugging on his hair. He sighed heavily as he quickened the rate of his kissing, hands running all over your body as he desperately tried to touch more of you. He rested on elbow as he let his fingers trail down your almost bare torso, toying with the hemline of your bra top. He pulled away and tugged on the bow on the back of your neck, pulling the top off of you with ease. Once the top was discarded on the floor, he instantly went back to kissing you, letting his hands make their way to your breasts as he kneaded them with his fingers. His kisses moved down to your neck, and he made a trail of wet spots down your chest and stomach before reaching your bottoms.

“Is there anything underneath these bottoms and tights, sweets?” he asked, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. When you breathlessly shook your head no, he smirked, yanking down the two articles of barely-clothing with impatience. Your glistening cunt was now in his full view, and his smirk remained on his face as he bent down to kiss the insides of your thighs. You were growing restless as he took his time, pressing his lips to almost every place except where you needed him the most.

“Please, Buck… need you,” you moaned, out of breath from the incessant teasing on the blue-eyed boy’s end. He chuckled as you squirmed under his touch before licking a stripe up your pussy, causing you to throw your head back as he lapped away at your juices. He moved his mouth to encompass your clit, sucking with increasing intensity as you opened your eyes to look down at the beautiful yet sinful sight in front of you. He paid you almost no mind as he feasted on your pussy, slowly moving his hand up to push a finger into you. The ecstasy rushing over your body was immeasurable; the molly mixed with the sexual fantasy was almost too much to handle for you. He pumped his lone finger in and out at a rapid pace, still sucking harshly on your slit and swirling his tongue around the swollen nub. You could feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach as he continued, and you could barely tell him you were about to cum before it happened.

“B-Buck, I’m-”

“Let go, baby. I’m right here,” he cooed. And that was all you needed to release the pressure. Your legs began to shake as your pussy began to flutter, and your walls spasmed and clenched in a rhythm as Bucky continued his reckless attack on your most vulnerable spot. He collected all of your cum in his mouth and on his scruff, and as he sat up he was looking at you with a flushed face and blown pupils. He began to undo his belt buckle frantically, and once he finally got the thing loose he pulled down his pants and boxers half way before giving himself a few quick pumps to prepare himself. You sat up a little bit to grab his hard length in your hand, but he tsked you away. “None of that, darlin’. It’s all about you tonight.”

As you laid back down slowly, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your still-wet pussy, teasing you slightly. He finally lined himself up with your entrance as you whimpered helplessly under him, and he pushed himself in slowly. Your breath hitched as he slowly entered you, and he grunted in pleasure once he was bottomed out in your cunt. You looked down as he pulled back out, then pushed in again, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in effortlessly to your wet heat. You were drawn from your gaze as Bucky grabbed your throat and began to choke lightly, forcing you to look at him. His grip tightened as he increased his pace, somehow reaching even deeper in your cunt with each stroke.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. All mine, yeah, baby?” he said as he relentlessly fucked you, and your mouth fell open as he pounded into you. You struggled to nod your head, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Words, doll.”

“Y-yes, Buck. All y-yours” you managed, still struggling to breathe with his fast pace ramming into you. While you felt your orgasm coming again, you could also feel your molly peak returning for the third time. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky let his hand rest on the headboard of his bed, his fast fucking never slowing down.

“Look at me, baby. I can feel you’re close… I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock, doll,” he whispered into your ear, leaning in so close you could feel his damp hair on your face and brushing your ear. His breathing was erratic as well, and as you felt both highs come down on you, you moaned loudly and squeezed your eyes shit before opening them to stare into Bucky’s blue ones.

“Fuck! Oh my God,” you screamed. Bucky never broke eye-contact as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing his cum to paint your walls white. He rolled off of you and laid down next you, panting heavily. He lifted your head to put his arm around you, and as he pulled you towards him you felt both his and your cum leaking from your still-spasming pussy. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as Stargirl Interlude played softly from the speakers. You smiled under his lips, but the both of you were too tired to say anything more after the fresh fucking you guys had both endured. You both fell asleep soon after, The Weeknd’s smooth voice lulling you both to a heavy rest.

-

You woke up in the morning with a yawn, now fully on the other side of the bed as Bucky. As you slowly turned to face him, you saw him scrolling mindlessly through his phone, occasionally typing away.

“Good morning,” you said sleepily, to which Bucky gave a small glance and a slight smile. You were partly confused, but chalked it up to over thinking as you were now fully facing him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He continued to scroll through his phone, then with a sigh placed it on his bedside table. He got up slowly and walked to his closet, rummaging through his drawers and deciding on a simple blue shirt with the Sigma Chi crest on the front. He barely turned when he threw it in your direction, to which you were ultimately shocked. Why was he being such a… douchebag?

He finally turned around fully, scratching his head as he did so. Then he let out the sentence you were dreading most.

“Listen, I don’t want to be that guy, but I kind of have a lot of stuff to do today so you should probably… you know…”

“Head out?” you finished for him. With the nod of his head, you gave a curt nod and tight smile, instantly getting out of the bed and putting on the shirt he threw so carelessly in your direction. As soon as you were done putting on the shirt, you bent down to grab last night’s clothes. You stood up, turned back to him, gave him a tiny goodbye, and sped out of the room. As you walked down the stairs, you thought to yourself: How could you have been so stupid? Of course he was going to kick you out in the morning. And as you walked out of the frat house to be met by the harsh sunlight and light breeze cooling your pants-less legs, you reminded yourself.

He was just a frat boy, after all.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x Female Reader #marvel #frat boy bucky #frat!bucky #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine

[9tzuyu]

right where you left me

request [from wattpad]: Hey can you write a chapter on your Natasha romanoff one shot book about the reader having a really abusive boyfriend and Natasha takes awhile to realise but then she figures it out and like beats him up and shit… I would read a chapter a day of your book after school and it was the only thing I looked forward to so it would really be amazing if you made a chapter from my request x <3

+ Oh and then can the reader and Natasha get together. I love loads of fluff xxx ur one of my favorite authors on this platform <3

note: so i changed up a few things. i changed boyfriend to girlfriend and i didn’t really have them end up together per se because i didnt want it to look like i was romanticizing it, but i got as far as i was comfortable with!

+ i dont think i usually use too many gendered terms, but to clarify on this specific fic, this is a fem!reader story :3.

if your names laura im so sorry omg…

warnings: heavy on abuse, mentions of blood and some descriptive violence.

not tagging anyone due to the subject at hand, don’t want to trigger anyone </3

thank you ally for proofreading ily bff.

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natasha counted each bruise on your body. one here, two there, and another set of three there. some were big, others smaller, but it didn’t change the fact that each one of them plagued your body violently against your skin tone. 

you laid sprawled across her lap in nothing but a sports bra and clad sweatpants. she could see how much pain you were in by even the slightest movements you’d make. one wrong move from her and you’d be containing a yelp, desperate to escape your mouth.

“don’t worry nat, it’s just from the missions. they don’t even hurt that bad.”

there she was, once again being fooled by your lies, ignoring the gut instinct gnawing at her conscience. 

“do you need an ice pack? i’m sure it would help.”

“i’m alright. i need to head back to my girlfriend’s anyway. she’s been missing me.” 

natasha couldn’t help but frown. you’d just returned from your mission not forty minutes ago. you had enough time to shower and change, all you had to do was put on your shirt, grab your keys and leave.

but it was hard. you yearned for natasha’s soft touches, so contrast to the rough ones your girlfriend bestowed upon you. 

natasha wasn’t ever meant to see the markings. you guarded your body with anything and everything you had. somehow though, in the midst of you changing the redhead accidentally walked in on you just as you were tying the strings of your sweatpants into a bow. 

after seeing your body, natasha didn’t hesitate to pick you up and bring you into her room, your shirt over her shoulder. she set it down beside you after she gently placed your body on her bed — her own body sliding under yours seconds later. 

which is exactly why you both needed to leave and needed to stay.

leaving would only cause pain, both physically and mentally. it didn’t matter how much it would hurt getting off her, that type of ache was very minor compared to the pain you were to be greeted within the near future. 

withdrawing away from her would hurt too, in the sense that you’d soon forget how tender another person’s touch could be. one that you weren’t afraid of, one that you trusted. 

“you should stay, just a little longer.” natasha begged, and you almost said yes. 

but you’d been on a six-day mission apart from your girlfriend, a six-day mission too long for her liking. there was no way you could get out of it though, you were sure it would cost you your job if you tried.

“i can’t. i wish i could, but i can’t.” you whispered, carefully pushing yourself off the russian’s tiny frame. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay? at seven in the morning, sharp.” you confirmed with a smile on your face. 

“at least let me walk you to your car.”

“you’d do it even if i told you no, natty.”

natasha smile met her eyes again and you were relieved that your act lasted yet another day. 

“well, i can’t have a pretty girl walking out all on her own now, can i?”

“that’s entirely up to you, nat.”

she watched as you drove off, already anticipating tomorrow.

it felt like the next ten hours couldn’t come any slower. natasha was already planning to give you the day off from training, fresh memories of your bruises still on her mind. 

you were welcomed back into your home with an eery silence. it was going to be a long night, you knew that much.

your girlfriend sat in the living room, tv remote in hand as she flipped impatiently through the channels. 

“fucking finally you’re back. i was beginning to think you’d been cheating on me with someone else.”

“no, laura. i’m your girlfriend, i wouldn’t ever even think about doing that to you.” 

she took one glance at you and grimaced, “you sure? cause that guilty look on your face says otherwise.” 

“i’m sure, laura. ”

she rolled her eyes at your reply. 

“there’s no way you had to be gone for six days now, was there?” you flinched at her tone of voice. “i tried to talk to him, you know i did...”

laura didn’t care though, and instead marched her way over to you. she smirked when she realized just how intimidated you’d gotten from her sudden movements. 

“you won’t go tomorrow. you owe me a few days worth of work.” 

“but-”

“you’d better remember who you’re talking to.” she growled, shoving you back into the door with a thud before walking off and leaving you on your own.

as heart-pounding and terrifying as your encounter was, what mattered most was that she didn’t add onto any injuries she’d previously given you. 

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natasha waited anxiously for the sound of your footsteps to walk out the elevator doors. the compound felt empty and a little less bright without you there. 

but over an hour later after your scheduled time, and you still weren’t there, natasha started to worry. she tried to keep her nerves contained, but she just couldn’t help it.

when noon came around and she still hadn’t heard from you, natasha decided to give you a call. 

three voicemails later, natasha sped her way to your house. to her surprise, however, you were nowhere to be found. all that was there was your girlfriend’s red pickup and a small trail of blood down the porch staircase. 

after another thirty minutes and a few frustrated unanswered calls, natasha drove her car around the city. she had no final destination in mind, but it did give little relief to her anxiety. all that could run through her mind was the day before. 

around five natasha finally received a call back from you. you sounded distraught, vulnerable in every concerning way she could think of.

“i’m coming over.”

“no, natasha don’t! i’m okay, i swear. don’t come over.”

“why not?” she was mildly offended at your rejection, but that wasn’t important enough for her to focus on at the moment.

“just don’t, alright? i don’t need your constant checkups, natasha. i’ll be there tomorrow.” 

you hung up before she could say anything. 

but at least you were true to your word. 

you did show up the next day, just numb and spaced out. natasha hated it, hated every second of it. she couldn’t get one conversation with you to flow as it normally would. 

any chance she tried to ask about what was wrong, you’d snap and tell her not to worry about it. 

natasha couldn’t help it though. she loved you. 

a month later and the russian hit her breaking point. you’d been a lot more distant than usual, isolating yourself from her and everyone else on the team. you no longer called her names she adored like nat or natty. about the only person you really communicated with was nick, and that was only reserved for missions. 

so natasha brought it upon herself to follow you home one night not too long after you’d already left the compound. she was careful not to be seen, especially knowing how much more paranoid you’d been lately.

she parked her car one house down from yours and waited. her eyes followed every movement made within the house through the uncovered glass window in the front. you seemed to be picking up a lot, trash she assumed by the way you kept bending up and down. but then she noticed the silhouette of your girlfriend standing above you. 

and then a kick was landed on your face, forcing you back by surprise. with a few quick moves from laura your body was trapped between hers and the floor beneath you. 

natasha wasted no time jumping out of her car, picking the lock to your door to shove it open. 

in an instant laura’s body was pushed off of you. fiery red hair clouded your vision. you watched in shock as natasha easily throw laura to the ground. 

sure you had the training, the skillset, and the strength to fight laura, but the one thing you didn’t have was the courage to fight her back. 

you’d been living in fear of her for over a year. the thought of defending yourself only crossed your mind only a handful of times, but those thoughts were quickly disbanded when her fist would connect to the side of your ribs. laura was smart enough not to leave any marks where everyday people would see, but there was the occasion she’d get carried away and give you a broken nose or a black eye, sometimes a nasty bruise to the corner of your jaw. 

laura’s grunts brought you back to the situation at hand, and you rose to your feet to pull natasha off of her. 

“nat! natasha, stop it!” you screamed, voice cracking mid-sentence. you’d never seen her so angry before and it was honestly kind of freaking you out. 

“you’re scaring me, please, natasha stop...”

you sat back and watched in horror as the redhead continued to throw punches, splats of laura’s blood coming from her mouth hitting the floor. natasha threw in a few more good hits before finally stopping. she slammed laura’s head against the ground one last time and made her way over to you. 

the russian wasn’t dumb though; she used enough force to knock laura out, not kill her. 

you flinched when natasha took a step towards you, the scene replaying over and over in your head again. natasha had only ever shown you love and kindness, so to see such a drastic change in persona was almost traumatizing on its own. 

but a few moments later, with the sound of her voice coaxing you out of your headspace, you were brought back to reality. 

this was natasha. your natasha. natasha who would never hurt you. 

her hands wrapped around your arms, fingers drumming lightly on your bicep to further your grounding. she led you back into her car, careful not to slam your door.

the rest of the night was hazy, all of it jumbled into one big blurry memory. 

you woke up with a pounding headache, body sore from every punch and kick laura got away with prior to nat intervening. 

“hey there, sunshine.” 

natasha set two painkillers and a glass of apple juice on her nightstand. it was only then when you noticed you were in her room. 

“i wanted to keep an eye on you throughout the night so i let you sleep in here.” her voice was hoarse, and you knew she’d spent the night crying. it didn’t help her case when she started to tear up looking at you.

“nat, don’t cry. i’m okay.”

she let out a humorless laugh, wiping her nose. “you’ve said that so many times before and i listened to you, so don’t say it now when it’s not true and i won’t believe it.”

you went to speak, but she was quick to stop you.

“no, no. don’t apologize. you don’t have anything to be sorry for. what’s important is that you’re here now, safe. you’re safe.” she whispered the latter, although you could tell it was more for her own reassurance. 

you sat up in bed, wincing as the pills slid down your throat. 

“where do we go from here, nat?”

she reached her hand over to steady your hold on the glass cup. “we go at your pace with whatever you’d like to do.”

you hummed, thinking back as far as you could.

truthfully, you had no idea when or why it got so bad. laura was the sweetest she’d ever been when she first met you. the first few months with her were great, you didn’t really have anything to complain about. 

then it started to get a little rocky. laura lost her job and her entire personality changed on you. why the sudden change? you weren’t sure, and you were positive you’d never know. 

one shove became one slap, then a punch, a few kicks and threats and you were locked in her cycle. it hurt to breathe sometimes, walking was a nightmare, you’d lie awake sleepless, dreams tormenting your mind over the thought of her actually killing you. 

laura would always make up for it though, well she did at first anyway. she’d tell you how sorry she was, ask for your forgiveness through thoughtful gifts or romantic dates, sometimes sex, and you thought it would all be okay again. it never was though.

because now you lived with endless post-traumatic stress, flashbacks flooding your mind over the smallest things like the heaviness of someone’s footsteps. you’d have to live trying to relearn love and all the wonderful things it could be. god only knows how long that would take.

not to mention the numerous relationships you’d ruined in the process of staying with laura. good friends of yours now basically hated you because you dropped everything instantly for your ex. it’s essentially what she trained you to do — to depend on her, to know that she was the only good thing in your life, that everyone else was against you. 

“hey, look at me.” 

you met natasha’s green eyes. 

“it’s not your fault. no matter how much you think you let it get that bad, it’s not your fault.” she paused. “can i lie next to you?”

“yes, that’s fine.” 

“can i hold you?” 

“that’s fine.”

natasha didn’t miss the tiny flinch you gave out, but she knew better than to comment.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, natty.” 

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader

[cqsuanla]

hiiii <3 i think i’m obsessed w your mediocre gf nat fics js, i’ve re read them all many times, they’re so great- anyway ily good job :)

also wondering would mediocre gf nat ever ever get soft w her gf? cause whenever she is i imagine her gf being like ‘are you feeling okay?’ lmao

hey thank u! ilyt i think im going to be making a mediocre gfs masterlist soon its getting huge

note: rome ants<3

The car is silent as Nat drives. Your hand hangs out the window, fingers wiggling in the cold air. The streetlights whizz by, appearing as streaks when you lean your head against the door and unfocus your eyes. The radio is turned low, and a man reports on a traffic jam in a different intersection, voice coming out low and fuzzy with static.

Nat makes an exit with fewer streetlights. The road is rough and winds down a hill.

Towards the ocean.

The car bumps over the gravel into a parking spot. You look over, tilting your head. Nat sits, staring out at the dark water, hands gripped on the wheel. You move your hand towards Nat’s leg, but she jolts into movement all of a sudden, unbuckling her seatbelt and near leaping out of the car. You scramble to follow.

Sand plumes behind her in her haste to the shoreline. You jog over her boot prints until you’re close enough to grab her elbow. Nat slows marginally—the only acknowledgement of your presence she spares on you.

She comes to an abrupt halt right before the sand is wet. She looks out towards the horizon. Or where you think the horizon is; it’s too dark to differentiate sky from sea.

“Nat?” You tug on her arm. Hold it close to your chest.

“I…” Nat blinks. Her lips twitch into a fragile smile, and she cranes her head to look over at you.

You hunch closer, wind whistling through your bodies. Her hair tickles your face. “What is it?”

“I missed you,” she admits slowly. Like she’s surprised herself with emotion. She does that sometimes.

You furrow your eyebrows, reaching a hand over to cup her cheek. “Me too. Next time you leave for a month, maybe don’t tell me over text.”

Nat’s smile widens, eyes trained on your face as if committing every detail of it to memory. She nods and whispers: “Okay.”

“And bring me a souvenir,” you go on, bumping your forehead into hers.

“Oh,” Nat says. “I did.”

“What did you get me?”

“Dental dams.”

The hand on her face shoves her away. You huff. “You’re so annoying.”

Nat laughs, hand catching your wrist easily, and she pulls you back into her body. Her arms circle your waist, and you give in, dumping your head onto her shoulder. Soaking in the warmth of her body. The warmth of her presence. Of her joy.

“Tell me it’s the flavoured kind, at least,” you mumble into her leather jacket.

“Only the best for you, baby,” she murmurs into the side of your head, leaving, along with it, a gentle kiss. “I… I, um, love you, you know?”

Your arms constrict around her waist, fists clenching around her jacket. Reminding her, physically, that you’re hers. “I know.”

“I wouldn’t leave you. Nothing could make me leave you willingly,” she continues in that same brittle voice. But it gets stronger as she goes, more vehement. “I don’t want to go sometimes. I just want to lie in bed with you. Or be lazy on the couch. I know- I mean, we’re not that type of couple, but I-” She sighs, breath fanning over your skin. “I just… I love you.”

You sink your hands into her hair, slipping your fingers through smooth strands of red, and you tug her head back so you can look into her eyes. See for herself your sincerity when you say: “I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees quietly.

“But,” you say as you frown a little, “are you feeling okay?”

Nat goes to say something, but you smack her forehead with the back of your hand.

“You feel okay. What’s wrong with you?”

Now, she scowls and bats your arm away. “Fuck you.”

You grin, pushing your body weight further onto her. She grunts, looking very much inconvenienced by you. “Okay, but seriously, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “I’m fucking normal.”

“No, I mean, did something happen during your mission?” You smooth your hands over the back of her neck, scratching lightly at her nape. “I worry, obviously. You peace out for a month with a bunch of guns and your superhero homies; it’s a bit scary being left behind.”

Nat’s gaze drops to the side, downward, gnawing at her lip. “Do you feel left behind?”

You dip your head down to catch her eyes again. “No.” She inhales deeply. Waits. You smile. “I know you love me even if you only say it to me like twice a year—my birthday and, like, our anniversary—because you make me feel loved. I know you try your best to keep up with me and my little life here. I know you don’t leave me behind for the hell of it. I meant it in a very literal sense. You board a plane and fly several hours to beat people up for money.”

“That’s a bit reductive,” she mutters.

“Your job description is literally classified,” you say dryly.

“Okay,” Nat says, accepting your heartfelt speech with a heaving sigh. “I was in a submarine.”

When Nat tugs your heads back together, you’re too taken aback by the lack of segue to resist.

“The way out was blocked. Water’s pouring in from a massive hole we’d blown into the side. Bodies around me. Just me.” Nat’s eyes close, and her head slants away from the water lapping up the sand. “I thought about you, then. I thought that you didn’t have a ride home from work anymore and that I couldn’t bring you junk food on the weekends. I thought that if I didn’t find a way out, no one would make you laugh like I do. Love you like me.” Her eyes squint open, a coy little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Y’know, fuck you like me.”

You nudge her nose with the tip of your own, chiding her for ruining the moment. Still: “Perhaps you overestimate your importance to me.”

“Oh? Do I?” she plays along, squeezing you in her arms.

But the way Nat looks right now, so close to you, is striking in a different kind of way. That’s saying something because she’s always beautiful to you, even when she’s a right mess. Her eyes, usually a light green, are dark in the night, and staunchly refuse to look away from you. Takes you in so resolutely, so tenderly. So, you sigh, pushing impossibly closer. “No,” you sigh. “You don’t.”

Nat presses her lips to yours, smiling. “Let’s go home.”

#natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #marvel #nat #sfw #mw #ask #anonymous

[glattandblade]

BLADE MY BELOVED!!! 💕 i would love some cc!dream angst 😏 literally anything you write i will be happy with but if you want me to be more specific i can!! thank youuuu ily /p <33

NAT MY BELOVED!!! Thank you so much for your request <3

By Author Blade <3

Title: Misunderstandings (cc!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You overhear a conversation of your boyfriend and his friends.

Warnings: Relationship angst, female pronouns for reader

Word Count: 1216

Saturday’s were usually relaxing days for you, but this particular Saturday sadly wasn’t so. You were busy all day, leaving little time for you to just sit down and chill. All morning you were cleaning around the house and all afternoon you were out running errands. The whole day, you thought about how much you just wanted to be home and cuddle with your boyfriend.

Clay found himself just as busy as you. Luckily for him, though, his work didn’t require him to leave the house. He was cooped up in his room all day, recording and editing and whatnot. He had eaten dinner without you, thinking about how he couldn’t wait for you to be home so the two of you could hang out. But first, he had to finish his workload.

When you finally got home, you kicked off your shoes and went to the kitchen first, ready to get yourself something to eat before you retreated upstairs for the rest of the night. You were pleased to find that Clay had already made dinner, leaving you enough to fix yourself a plate. You popped it in the microwave to heat it up, thinking about how you couldn’t wait to go upstairs and see him. You’d have to thank him for cooking, too.

Once you were finished and everything in the kitchen was cleaned up, you excitedly went upstairs. As you got closer to Clay’s room, you could hear the muffled voices from inside.

“How is she, anyway?” It was Sapnap. He must be on a call with him, since he’s been out of town.

Not wanting to be rude, you reached up to knock. As you did so, you heard your boyfriend let out a laugh. The sound of it made you smile, but his response immediately made that smile drop into a confused frown, “Annoying, honestly. Whenever I’m trying to work, she just wants all my attention.”

You stopped, mid knock, and put your arm back down. A look of hurt crossed your features. Was he talking about you?

“But you still love her, yeah?” It was George this time. You frowned at the question, now listening a bit more intently.

“Well, yeah, duh. Sometimes she’s a little much…” The three of them keep talking, but you start to drown out their voices with your racing thoughts.

How could he say those things about you? To his friends? The only thing that kept you from barging in there demanding answers was the fact that you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everyone. Well, that and the fact that you felt utterly embarrassed and devastated. You turned around, tears starting to form in your eyes that you frantically tried to wipe away.

That night you fell asleep on the couch. Clay didn’t ask you about it, which was good because you didn’t think you were ready to talk to him about it.

The next day, you were a little disconnected. Every time you thought you were ready to go talk to him and clear things up, you thought about what he had said. It honestly hurt and the idea of facing him started to feel impossible.

Is this really going to be the end? After all the time you’ve spent together?

You tried not to think about it all day, deciding that you’d give him some space. You have been a little more clingy recently… But then again, maybe it wasn’t as bad as you were making it sound. Maybe you were overthinking what he said. Maybe-

You heard footsteps coming down the stairs, but you kept your focus on the blank TV screen from your spot on the couch.

“Oh, there you are. You’ve been down here all day, what’s up?”

At the sound of Clay’s voice, you swallowed and your train of thought got lost. You didn’t really account for him approaching you about it. You honestly didn’t think your absence would bother him. It didn’t last night, at least.

You took a moment to breath and calm yourself, knowing that if you started talking your voice would be way too shaky. He took the silence as a chance to speak again.

“You’ve been acting strange all day. And you never came to bed… You know you can talk to me if something is wrong, right?” He looked at you with eyes full of concern.

You turned to face the window, avoiding his worried gaze. After hearing what he said about you, it hurt too much to look at. It felt fake, but you wanted so bad for it to be real.

Was he really that oblivious, though? Did he not remember what he said? Did he not think that maybe if you heard it, it would be hurtful?

“Yesterday…” You swallowed again, trying to keep yourself calm, “I overheard you talking to your friends…” You choked and wiped at your eyes before continuing, “You said some hurtful things, Clay.”

Clay went quiet. The silence started to eat at you and you could feel yourself starting to grow more upset by the second.

You were trying to stay calm, not raise your voice, but if he kept looking at you like he didn’t remember what he said about you… You were going to snap. He stared at you in utter confusion for a long moment, before realization dawned on his features.

“You mean last night? I was talking about Patches!”

Your eyes went wide and your face took on a deep, embarrassed blush. You put the pieces together rather quickly, the whole conversation making much more sense now. You reached up and gave him a light smack on the shoulder, trying to bounce back from your embarrassment, “Well, you don’t have to be mean to Patches, either!”

He chuckled as he sat on the couch next to you and put his arms around your waist, tugging you to come sit on his lap. You didn’t protest, though at the moment you really just wanted to hide away forever.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead with a soft, understanding smile and then said, “I’m sorry, babe.”

You grumbled, leaning forward and hiding your face from his view by laying on his shoulder, “No, you’re good. I’m sorry for making a big deal out of nothing. I’m an idiot…”

Clay shook his head, reaching up to take your chin and lift your head so you were looking at him. He smiled at you, so loving and sweet, and pressed a chaste (but still just as loving) kiss to your lips.

“You’re not an idiot, it was an honest mistake. I would have done the same thing, honestly.”

You laughed, “Oh, please. You would have burst through the door banging pots and pans and been like ‘I’ll show you annoying!’”

He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, “Okay, yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“You know I’m right.” Another laugh, another kiss. You smiled, feeling a lot better already.

Clay stayed with you the rest of that night, putting on a movie to pass the time, but not really paying much attention to it. He was too busy leaving kisses all over your face and neck, telling you how much he loved you and missed you last night after each one.

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hi! omg i luv ur blog 💘 can i request/suggest (kinda angsty but then fluffy) where r has trouble sleeping and a lot of nightmares/anxiety & mother!nat is there to comfort her? 🥺 like the whole team is super understanding and comforting but especially nat (bc we love mom nat around here!) anyways thanks so much ily bestie!

Hey Bestie! thank you so much for being patient and for supporting my blog! I know this has been in my inbox for so long but still! here it is. Sending my love to you <3 i have just realised that there is not a lot of comfort in here oops.

warning: this does include details of death and blood so keep that in mind if you read this <3

It’s Okay

You had always gotten nervous in public spaces 

Or at night when you couldn’t sleep

Or when you didn’t know all of the details of a plan 

Or when it was 3am and you were too scared to sleep

The point is you always seemed to have 100 thoughts plaguing your mind 

“Y/n sweetie I’m gonna need you to concentrate on my voice okay?” Wanda's voice waded through the watery noise in your head. You knew she was right and that logically there was no reason to be so upset, but you just couldn’t help it. It had all started after the group had decided to not tell you about the meal they had planned at this fancy restaurant that Tony wanted to try and of course this had sent you into a spiral and you were now very very aware of every possible outcome. “Come on kid, you’re alright, breathe slowly” Tony tried, or was it Steve maybe it was Bruce. When you got like this, voices sounded the same and nothing felt real. You couldn’t breathe and that was your main worry.

The team had gotten used to it and always reassured you that it was okay 

They didn’t mind and would always be there

And no matter how much you appreciated all of the support there was 1 person the team always knew to call

Natasha

Crash, thud, bang. The noise coming from outside the room had woken you from the sleep you had allowed your brain to indulge in for once. Whenever you did this though your mind would be over run with the horrors of life and death. 

Peeling the covers off of you, you slowly crept from out of the bed. Where was the rest of the team? Had they woken up? You hadn’t heard anyone else get up but in your hazy state of mind shrugged it off as them just being deep sleepers. Something you would later regret telling yourself. 

As your hand pulled the handle of your room down to open it you heard another noise. Laughter? Hesitating you looked around in the hope of finding a clock but as your eyes frantically moved in an effort of finding one the floor seemed to start to sway beneath your feet. Soon the darkness engulfed you.

For the second time that night your body jolted forward and you gasped for air, the dryness of your mouth hitting you like a punch to the gut. When was the last time you had a drink? Where did the laughter go? Why had you passed out? So many questions and yet it felt like you were trapped in an endless game of hide and go run with a twist, you didn’t know who you were running from and how much time you had before they found you. 

Before you could even begin to think logically again the loud twang of metal hitting the ground sounded from down the hall. Slowly stepping outside the room you had woken up in which you had realised wasn’t your own, you guessed you had been in Steve’s bedroom which was odd given that he wasn’t in there. Maybe he was out helping Bucky with his nightmares? 

Bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor of the tower you tried to navigate your way through the dark to wherever the team had gone. The sounds of machines whirring stopped you, the lights must be getting turned on. Sure enough, bright white light blinded you, spreading through the faster Pietro could run. Blinking away the pain and blind spots from your eyes you were met with big red letters painted on the floor.

 ‘The crowds will come and flood your world, yet you will remain empty and incomplete’ the red bleeding off into a winding path that would probably lead to whoever had wormed their way here. Even with this in mind the words seemed to swim through your mind; you had always felt empty even when your life was full but you never told anyone but Natasha and she would never tell anyone your secrets she had promised. She wasn’t like that. Repeating that phrase like a prayer that would save you, you followed the red wet paint. 

Red can signify many things: energy, passion, lust and the one you should have paid more attention to. Danger. 

Instead of being faced with some psycho who broke in all you were greeted with was the horrifying image of your family dead on the floor. Blood trickled out of anything it could noses, ears, mouths. Eyes open with a stare of pure terror. A scream tore its way though your throat. The familiar metallic substance flooding your senses. 

Knees crashing to the ground as you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Because when you have nothing, when all you have is gone, what can you do but cry yourself a river and let your soul float away on the memories of simpler times? 

You knew your knees would bruise from the mpact but you didn’t care. You didn’t deserve to go through this painlessly after what they had gone through in their last moments. 

A creak made itself heard above the sound of your cries, head slowly lifting to see what it was, damaging your throat further when you saw the lifeless bodies of the avengers sitting up and staring back at you. Salty tears streaming even quicker as you tried to scramble away. Slipping on nothing. Suddenly the lights shut off again. You didn’t move. You didn’t scream. You didn’t even breathe. 

“Wake up y/n”. What?

It had been Nat that woke you up from the nightmare

Even though the whole team had been aware of what was happening all they could do was watch in horror as your body writhed in fear

After making your way to Nat’s room where you knew you would spend the night

Unable to brave it alone

You finally found it in yourself to talk

“You were all dead” you croaked from the cocoon of blankets the redhead had wrapped you in. sitting down next to you and wrapping her arms around your body, you found yourself desperate for the comfort of her hugs. “We don’t have to talk about it right now, just know that I will never ever abandon you. How could I leave my little sunflower to fend for themselves? You give me a reason to be better and I will never leave you. Nor will anyone on this team for that matter” she spoke softly, as if cooing a terrified animal out of their hiding spot. You had and always will have a family as long as you have Natasha. She would make sure of it. And soon you drifted off into a peaceful slumber to the sound of her sweet hums. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshine away”.

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