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buckys-dollface · 2 years
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It's 3 am I must be lonely ☾ [B.B]
Pairing: Fuckboy!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Actress!Reader
Summary: Your roommate Bucky Barnes, has always been infatuated with you, much to your ignorance. You were his shining star. One drunk voicemail later and it's as if the stars aligned in Bucky's favor.
Warnings: 18+ MDI. Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions, jealous!Bucky, mutual pining, descriptions of sex, unconsental touching
A/N: For @starryevermore 's 3k writing challenge! I'm super proud of u!
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Bucky always was a cynic when it came to love. He thought Valentine's Day was for chumps, which is spoken like a true fuckboy he was. He couldn't wrap his mind around a holiday idolizing romance especially when he couldn’t foresee anything beyond a one night stand. Until there was you, of course.
Yeah, yeah. Even Bucky realizes how clique it sounds, but you were the light gleaming in a foggy evening.
His shining star. You were there for him to follow and praise beyond remission. You were an upcoming actress trying to make it big on Broadway. On your way to your inevitable stardom tonight, you were at a cast party for an off off-broadway show you were the lead in over at the theatre on Main and 5th. You were so excited about this opportunity. You always said that every chance you took was one step closer to your dreams.
And Bucky couldn't be prouder of you. He remembered seeing you opening nIght.
What he didn't realize was how hot and heavy the love scene on stage you had was. The rushed movements, the fleeting kisses, oh and your moans? It made Bucky dizzy and his cock hard. Not to anyone else’s knowledge, but it wasn't the first time he had imagined you that way. You and Bucky had been roommates for three years, and throughout college, you had been each other's saving grace through bad breakups, risky hookups, and played each other wingmen from time to time.
So when Bucky realized he was in love with you, it didn't hit him immediately. He went through a long denial period and dwindled down the path of confusion. If you were just roommates why did his gaze linger on you? Why did he search you out in a crowd? Especially when Bucky knew everyone. Why did he find comfort in your laugh and sought out to make sure you were in high spirits?
We're just friends, roommates, that's it. Get together, for God's sake.
He was becoming desperate, and he couldn't continue to push down his emotions like he had done his entire life. When it came to his dad dying, to his sister’s drug addiction, and now inevitably you. He didn't know how to handle these thoughts, as they began to cloud his mind and become all-consuming. You started to dwell in Bucky’s thoughts during his waking hours and soon prevented him from a sound sleep.
You were the focus to all his dreams, especially there you were a leading starlet taking the main stage. It was tantalizing sweet, one moment you were his, whole-heartedly it seemed, the next you were gone without a trace. Bucky couldn’t go through with this much longer. Especially when you seemed none the wise and moved on with life seemingly as if things were normal.
Things were in fact not normal.
Bucky finally after months, decided to confied in his best friend, Steve. Someone needed to know and he sure as hell wasn’t coming to you with all these mixed up emotions.
“I think I love her, Stevie.” Bucky muttered, his gaze averted to the ground. Steve’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe the words Bucky had uttered. Of course, Steve was beside himself. He never truly envisioned the day he would see his best friend find someone he was truly fond on, especially that person being you.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“This has gotta be a prank,” Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s and it told him him everything he needed to know. It revealed every secret that Bucky was too scared to admit to Steve or even himself. All in one look for Steve to drink in.
“You really love Y/N, don’t you, punk?” A smirk spread across Steve’s as he began to chuckle. The realization settled admittedly in his bones as he took in a deep breath and released it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
And there was no taking it back.
That’s what landed him here. You were gone to your cast party, with your buff costar love interest and the more Bucky thought about it, it made his blood boil. He wanted you to be with him. It was Friday night, and usually Fridays were movie night for the both of you. Instead, you were gone and it just brewed the jealousy inside on his soul. He yearned for your presence, for your laugh, for you commentary during the stupid rom-come you’d watch with him. After a fifth of whiskey, Bucky almost felt invincible.
"Uh, hey."
A beat passes, one longer than it should have lingered, the tense air on Bucky's end swells and threatens to swallow him whole.
"I know you're busy. I know you're at your cast party and I know I shouldn't be bothering you-" He can feel his mind race and he paced back forth in his living room. It was as if he was chasing his tail.
"It seems like we haven't seen each other much lately. I just wanted to let you know how special you are to me and how special our time together is."
Bucky could feel himself waning. His palms and hands were becoming sweaty from the anxiety as he was trying to get his words through the other end.
"Let me just cut to the chase." Bucky plopped down on the couch, his hair running through his long locks making them mangled. Then, he noticed a framed photo. He had plenty of them that decorated the apartment featuring Steve, Sam, Nat but more specifically you. This photo was from Bucky's last birthday. You both looked so happy. Like nothing could touch either of you.
"I need you." His tone shifted, became more weak and wilting away his strength.
"I miss your warm smile, your laugh, the way you say my name. You make me want to be a better man even when I don't understand it all. I think I love you, starlight"
Even when he heard the words out loud, as scary as it seemed, it felt right. This was the first time in a long time, he was being vulnerable and real with another human being and he yearned for it to be you as frightening as that was. Even if you rejected him outright, he needed you to know how much he cared for you and much room you filled inside his brain.
"Please call me back. We need to talk."
After that, he hung up the phone without another word. It almost was a little haunting. Was he going to regret this in the morning? Without a doubt. You're Bucky's roommate and with a long-winded voicemail, he just ruined any normal tendencies between the both of them.
*
It had been a little after one when your phone buzzed. You were slightly tipsy and frustrated. You were finally finished with your last show for your debut Broadway show. Well off off Broadway show. You had hopes that maybe, just maybe, this show would be a proper jump off point to your actual big break.
You should be happy, but something felt off.
You went along with the rest of the cast to get drinks after the last round of applause rang out. It should be a celebration but something was missing.
Bucky.
Along with the fact that your sleazy lead co-star couldn't keep his hands off of you. You huffed as you shuffled to grab you phone from your pocket in your seat.
"Sweetheart, we aren't on stage anymore. You can stop." You informed him as his hands slid down your shoulders towards your waist. You could feel them going further and further down as you stood behind you at the bar. You could feel his body heat against you which made you cringe.
"Y/N, what if I can't? What if this show was meant to bring us together?" He whispered in your ear. You could smell the whiskey laced on his breath.
"Let me make myself clear. I'm not interested. I'm an actor. I was playing a part and if you can't distinguish the two, then it ain't it, baby." You announced to him, practically loud enough for your corner of the bar to hear. Snickers reverbrated in response to your outburst, making Chad's mouth go agape. It took no time at all to shove his limp, noodle body out of the way.
"Oh and Chad?" His eyes gleamed up to yours, almost dumbfounded.
"Go fuck yourself."
*
You felt like you played Bucky's voicemail a million times before you got back to your shared apartment. The words Bucky uttered echoed in your mind and almost gave solace as you drove your typical route. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your things and walked up the steps.
Looking back, you think unlocking your door was the hardest part. You weren't sure about what was to come next. You carefully turned your key and opened your door hopefully you wouldn't wake Bucky. He was known to be a light sleeper and would typically sleep on the couch so he wouldn't disturb you while you slept.
"Hiya, starlight." He whispered, his voice sounded almost hoarse. He seemed dazed. You noticed a fifth of Jack Daniel's that was empty and slung on the living room floor and a liter of Jim Bean sitting up on the coffee table half empty.
"Hey Buck." Your eyes finally met his slate grey ones. It was like you were the tides and his eyes were the moon pulling you in. That was cheesy, wasn't it?
Fuck.
"I got your message."
Oh shit.
Bucky barely got any rest between the time he left you that voicemail and right now. He wanted to make sure he was awake when you came home. And if anything sobered him up quicker, it was that last sentence you said to him.
"Yeah?" His voice was so hopeful, if Bucky was more aware, he would realize how embarrassing he sounded.
You couldn't help it. With his lips slightly parted and his eyes mesmerized with your image, it was as if he was truly seeing stars.
He, Bucky Barnes, the once acclaimed fuckboy was lovesick and as much as you wanted to relish in this moment; in the before, you couldn't anymore. Not when you so craved the after.
If you'd blinked, you would have missed it. One moment it was just the tension, solely sulking in the air, then as if you and Bucky could read each other's mind, your lips met as one.
With you, oh you made it worth it.
The kiss was soft and sweet, just like Bucky always remarked about you. He wanted to take his time with you, which is something he never thought he would feel for another person especially in an intimate moment like this one.
You felt your lips moved in sync with his. It was so pure, almost how you imagined your first kiss to go when you were younger. It felt as time had stilled and in this one moment was specifically written for the both of you.
His lips were smooth like butter and the moment Bucky uttered the smallest whimper you were done for. Moments later you both separated from the kiss. You looked into Bucky's eyes and saw a changed man. No seriously. You've never seen him so content over another girl. Bucky loves girls but you always assumed it was more the idea of them. All the baggage that came with them really wasn't his style.
"Ya know after this they'll call me the fuckboy destroyer." You joked as your forehead rested upon each other. Bucky rolled his eyes at your teasing. You always seemed to do that way or another.
"Doll-" He whined.
"Aww c'mon." When your giggles subsided, Bucky took your hands in his.
"See, I never saw myself as the relationship type. Ya know, it seemed too messy, but with you? God, starlight. Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I love you and I might be a little possessive of you."
"Did Chad make you jealous?" You teased as he carded his long locks through his fingers and you began to caress his face. His vision became tunneled and he saw red when he thought of that fucker. Him touching you, caressing you, kissing you. It made him seeth with anger because frankly he was jealous. And even though he may be biased, he thought Chad was undeserving of what you had to offer.
"God, I hate that motherfucker."
"Don't worry about him. Buck. He doesn't compare to you." You offered, almost immediately.
"Oh really?"
"I told him to fuck off tonight, he obviously didn't realize I was in love with someone else."
"Is that so?"
Those words hung in the air as all sound went quiet. Bucky couldn't believe the grin that spread across his face. He would understand if you weren't in love with him yet. He was still figuring all of his feelings out for you but everytime he uttered the words "I love you", it felt right, it felt safe.
"Yeah, also I think the blonde dye he uses has posioned Chad's brain and caused his stupidity." Bucky shook his head and began to laugh alongside you. You truly were a breath of fresh air. His breath of fresh of air.
"I love you, Starlight."
"I love you, Buck."
God, that was going to take some getting used to.
In the best way.
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ellerosie2332 · 2 years
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Honey Flower
Floriography – The Language of Flowers 
Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 
Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 
Word Count: 7k 
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 
(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 
Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 
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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  
Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  
You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  
When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  
Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  
*** 
‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  
About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 
You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  
“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 
“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  
“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 
“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 
I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 
“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 
He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 
“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 
He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 
“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 
“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 
“I’ll see you then.”  
He walked out of the shop and back down the street. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. Occupying yourself with getting ready to prepare his bouquet. 
*** 
The next day at around 7:30pm, half an hour before you closed, the man came in to collect his bouquet. It was calla lilies separated and decorated with a little holly, so not to take the attention away from the centre. You wrapped a light pink ribbon around it and tucked your small business card in the ribbon.  
The look on the man’s face was everything you hoped for. Working in floristry helped you read people’s emotions. Whether they liked your flowers or wanted an adjustment, the hopefulness that their significant other would appreciate them and, the least used one, whether they would want to come back again. 
“These are beautiful!” The man complimented me. I smiled in return and offered them to him. He took them in his large hands, admiring them.  
“I hope your wife likes them.” You grinned. It filled you with joy to see someone happy with your creation.  
“I think she will, thank you so much. I might just come back.” He looked at you as he spoke. He had an authoritative voice which intimidated you slightly, but you remained professional.  
“I hope you do. Enjoy your evening…” You smiled at him, hinting that you was yet to find out his name. 
“Andy. Andy Barber.” He said softly. “Have a good night.”  
I watched as he walked out of my shop again. You were intrigued and intimidated by him. He was obviously caring if not he wouldn’t have bought flowers for his wife. He also spoke to you in a gentle voice, he was appreciative of you despite your short encounters. However, you could tell he could be firm when he wanted to be.  
*** 
Andy came in often after buying his first bunch of flowers. Sometimes he used red chrysanthemums which meant ‘I love you’ or multicoloured roses which meant ‘you’re everything to me.’ Few times he had used tulips which symbolise love and passion. 
A few months later Andy came back but this time he had someone with him. It was Mother’s day coming up and Andy had brought his son Jacob in to buy some flowers for his mother. Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Even though you see this all the time, there was something about Andy bringing his son in. You now knew that Andy was the Assistant District Attorney. As you were from England, you weren’t entirely sure on the ins and outs of his job, however, you knew he was a lawyer and an important one at that. 
There was something about seeing Andy so domesticated that you liked. You had to admit to yourself that you were in fact attracted to this kind man. Despite your attraction you respected the laws of marriage too much to allow it to go any further than a crush.  
As soon as you looked up, your eyes met Andy’s. You smiled gently and moved round the counter to greet them. You noticed Jacob looking around at different flowers before turning to you. 
“Do you know the meaning to all flowers?” He asked, obviously noticing the labels you had set out. 
“Well, most of them I do. What are you looking for?” You asked him gently. He just looked around again not answering you. Andy spoke up instead. 
“Something for Laurie for Mother’s day” 
You nodded and had a think. Andy had bought bunches of flowers from you for months. You looked around as you did and started to imagine the different flowers as bunches. 
“How about some carnations. They mean love, platonic or romantic. They are often used for Mother’s day?” You suggested. You looked at Jacob who didn’t have a clue at what you was going on about. “Or just roses again they mean love and can often being used as gifts to Mums.” 
Andy looked at Jacob who shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll let you think about it. It’s an important decision to make.” You smiled at them and went back behind the counter working on a different bouquet. After a minute Jacob came up to me looking nervous. 
“Um.. can I have a bouquet of carnations please?” He asked.  
“Sure” You smiled back. “I’ll have them ready by tomorrow morning” 
“Thank you.” Andy came forward to pay before thanking me and him and Jacob went to exit. 
*** 
Two months after Mother’s day, you had just closed the shop and went upstairs for the evening. After a meal you sat on your sofa with a glass of wine. There was a movie on, but you couldn’t think of what the title was, you weren’t really paying attention to it as you were dozing off.  
When you woke up again it was to your phone going off. However, it was not your personal phone, but your work phone. Usually, you would turn it off after work, but you had been so tired that it slipped your mind. Getting up you go to look at the phone. It comes up as a random number, which isn’t surprising since it is the one on your business card. 
“Hello?” You ask, trying to be polite but looking at the clock you realise that it is gone one in the morning.  
“Y/N? It’s Andy.” You could tell he was drunk. His words were slurred, and he sounded upset. 
“Andy? Do you know what time it is?” 
“I know and I am sorry, but I don’t know what else to do.” he sounded vulnerable. 
“What’s happened Andy?” You barely knew the guy and he is calling you at stupid-o’clock in the morning. 
“It’s… Laurie has been cheating on me. For months now. Apparently, it’s my fault.” He choked out. 
“I’m really sorry to hear that Andy.” You tried to be sympathetic towards him, but you were still confused as to why he was calling you. 
“Y/N I know I am drunk, and I know you won’t believe me, but I am actually relieved. I am relieved because I think… I think that I am falling in love with you.” 
“Andy, you’re right, you’re drunk, and I don’t believe you. You need to get some rest. Do you have somewhere to stay?” You don’t know why you are worried about him; you hardly know him; and he just drunk called you to confess his love for you after his wife cheated on him. 
“No, but I am outside your flower store.” You ran over to the window and saw him standing outside of the phone to you. 
“Hang on, I’ll get some shoes on.” Staying on the phone to him, you got on some shoes and ran down to let him in. 
“Andy why are you here?” You asked. He started sobbing. You could smell the alcohol on him. 
“Why wasn’t I good enough? Why did she have to cheat on me?” He wrapped his arms around you as he cried uncontrollably. 
“I don’t know Andy, come on let’s get you inside.” You lead him up the stairs to the flat above. 
“I know I am drunk, but I mean it. I really like you Y/N, but I never wanted to do anything to jeopardize my marriage. I suppose now it does not matter anymore. I have nothing else to lose.” He confessed.  
When Andy walked into your shop for the first time you were unbelievably attracted to him but the minute, he mentioned his wife you backed off. Not allowing yourself the pleasure of letting your crush grow. However, now here he was, Andy Barber, standing in your living room after admitting he liked you.  
“Andy…” You sighed, “You’re drunk and hurt, and well within your rights to be both right now. So, I am not going to take your words to heart right now. Instead, I am going to get you a glass of water and some painkillers for the morning alright?” He nodded in response. 
You moved round you kitchen getting what you needed from there before heading to the airing cupboard to grab some extra pillows and blankets.  
“Okay,” You started as you went back into the living room, to see Andy sitting on the sofa head in his hands before you busied myself with sorting everything out. “I got you what you might need. My room is the one on the right if you need anything.” You looked towards him when I didn’t get a response. “Andy are you gonna be okay?” You asked. 
“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have come here.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“I shouldn’t be here at this time, we’re not friends, you hardly know me, I show up at one thirty in the morning, confess that my wife cheated on me, confess my love for you and you are still being nice to me. Most people would have told me to fuck off by now.” 
“Okay, first of all I am glad you came here, rather than wandering the streets drunk off your arse in the middle of the night. Secondly, we might not be close friends, but we have met enough times for me to care what happens to you. Third of all, I don’t know if your love confession is because you are drunk or not but if you remember it by the morning we can talk about it. Lucky for you I am one of the few people that wouldn’t have told you to fuck off.” You smiled at him. He nodded in return before settling down on the couch. 
“Night Andy.” You turned the light off as you walked away, hearing a small ‘night’ in return. 
*** 
When you woke up in the morning you remembered that you had Andy Barber sleeping on your couch. Quickly getting up and ready for the day, you made your way to the living room where you saw him pacing the floor. All the blankets were folded neatly and put at the end of the sofa. Andy hadn’t noticed you come in yet and he was still pacing. 
“Andy?” You asked quietly, so that you didn’t startle him. It didn’t work very well as he jumped slightly as the sound of your voice. 
“Y/N. Hi” he breathed. He was clearly nervous, and you couldn’t work out if it were because he had no recollection of last night and he basically woke up in a strangers house, or if it was because he remembered enough from last night and was dreading the inevitable conversation. 
“I wanted to apologize.” Andy said. “I came he unannounced and uninvited at a ridiculous hour and I am sorry for that.” 
“You don’t have to be sorry Andy; you were in a right state last night and I am glad you came here instead of doing something you would of regretted.” I empathised with him. 
“It’s just, I didn’t know what else to do… you don’t want to hear about my problems.” He sat down from pacing, and you sat down next to him. 
“You can tell me Andy.” 
“I don’t have any family apart from Laurie and Jacob. When I found another man’s shirt under the bed along with her smelling of another man’s cologne, I had no one else to turn to. All my friends are Laurie’s, and I don’t want to have to put them in that position.” 
“I get that Andy. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to put your friends in between you two.” You took a second as you braced yourself for what you were going to ask next. “Do you remember what you told me last night?” You couldn’t look at him. 
“Yes.” 
“Did you mean it?” 
“Yes.” 
You looked up at him to find that his bright blue eyes were looking into you Y/E/C’s. 
“Now that I am sober I am going to tell you again. You are not going to avoid the question I ask this time.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on your face, it still smelt slightly like alcohol, but you could tell he was no longer drunk. 
“Y/N. I really like you. Do you have any feelings for me?”  
You nodded your head. 
“Words princess.” 
The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. 
“Yes. I do.” 
“I’m gonna kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, all you have to tell me is to stop.” He looked directly into your eyes as he leant forward even closer to you than he already was. 
You didn’t say anything as he brushed his lips against yours. He pulled away slightly evaluating your reaction before coming towards you again kissing you with much more force. 
He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth before yours started to dance with it. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. His hands went to your hips and pulled you to sit on his lap. You kissed for what seemed like hours before you pulled apart. Both of you realising that oxygen was necessary. 
“God I have wanted to do that since the day I met you.” He confessed. He looked at you with vulnerability. 
“So have I Andy.” You had barely finished your sentences before his lips were on yours again. Kissing you with even more passion than before, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. He continued kissing you as he made his way to your bedroom.  
Once he entered, he laid you down on the bed, hovering over you as your mouths stayed connected. After a minute or two, Andy moved his lips down your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear, making you moan his name. 
“This doesn’t have to go any further than this sweetheart.” Andy reassured.  
“I want you Andy.” You whispered pulling Andy closer. You knew this was wrong, he was still married and had only caught his wife the night before, you didn’t even know if they were officially separated. Although, with Andy sucking on the skin of your neck, you couldn’t think clearly. Moving his lips down, you started moaning holding him by his hair. He sat up and pulled you up with him, he took his shirt of before lifting yours off as well.  
You weren’t wearing a bra, so your top half was completely exposed to him. You automatically moved your hands around your breasts, suddenly feeling self-conscious. However, he at once moved your hands and whispered a quiet “You’re beautiful” before laying you back down to remove your sleep shorts. You were now in your underwear, whilst Andy still had is trousers on. You moved your hands down and tugged at his trousers hinting at him to take them off. 
He understood what you wanted and wasted no time in taking them off. He hovered back over you, kissing up your legs on his way back up. Andy pressed a kiss to your clothed heat. Your breath shuddered as he did this and you lifted your head to see him smirking before repeating the action. 
Andy hooked his fingers in your panties before slowing removing them too. He moved back up and positioned his face back in front of your mound. “You ready Flower?” You let out a shaky breath at the nickname but answered with a small ‘yes’. That’s all Andy needed before he started eating you out like a starved man. Immediately you started moaning his name repeatedly. It didn’t take long for you to finish. The slight beard burn and Andy’s hands slowing rubbing you thighs is what sent you over the edge. You practically screamed Andy’s name as he carried on through you high.  
When you came down again you lifted your head back up and looked him in the eye as he crawled back up towards you. He kissed you hard again, teeth clashing and a mix of your release and saliva evidently present as you are desperate to be close to each other. You don’t even notice as he shimmies his boxers down his legs. You suddenly feel his hard length against your leg which causes your breathe to hitch for what seems like the hundredth time. Your lips parts but stay close together as you look into each other’s eyes.  
You feel him adjusting his cock and then slowly pushing into you. Your lips collide again, the kisses becoming sloppy as Andy waited a few minutes for you to get used to him. Eventually he moved. Slowly, moving in and out. 
“Harder, Andy please…” Your whispered breathlessly before moaning loudly. You hear him grunt as he picks up the pace. He moves his hands to cup your face and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loud moans of each other’s names and the banging of the headboard against the wall is all that can be heard in the room. Andy gets quicker and moves one of his hands down to your clit and starts rubbing it. 
“Cum for me Flower.” The name along with the hoarse sound of his voice sends you over the edge. Screaming his name repeatedly. Eventually, you come down from your second high of the morning he pulled out and released on your stomach shouting your name. Andy rolls off of you and lays next to you. He links his hand in yours as he looks over at you. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn your head. 
“That was…” He started. 
“Amazing? Yeah it was. But your married.” You sighed and looked away. Andy rolled on to his side and brought his hand to your cheek, gently tilting your head to face him. 
“Yes I am. I won’t be for much longer. You have nothing to feel bad about.” 
“You’re not going to try and work things out with Laurie?” You asked shocked. 
“I don’t think so no. It wasn’t a one-night thing for her. She had been cheating on me for months. I thought she was stressed with work, instead she was sleeping with someone else. For months I was buying her flowers, helping her out more, picking Jacob up from school, all to help her relax. In return she was using my kindness to hurt me. If she had a one-night stand then maybe, we could work something out. But now? No.” He confessed. 
“What about just now? Was that a one-time thing?” You asked. “I don’t want to be someone you used to get revenge on your wife.” You suddenly felt insecure. You couldn’t help the thoughts of being used. 
“I need you to hear me Y/N. I don’t want you to think I this was a one-time thing. Unless you don’t want this, then I’ll leave. I need you to know that I want you. Walking into your store was one of the best things that has happened to me recently.” 
You started tearing up slightly. “Of course, I want you Andy. I just don’t want to be a rebound or a revenge plan.” 
“I can assure you Flower that you are not a rebound or a revenge plan.” He smiled, thumb tracing over your lip. You gently kissed his thumb before leaning up and brushing your lips against his. 
*** 
For months, you kept your affair under wraps. Despite Andy’s constant promises that he was going to divorce Laurie, nothing ever happened. He kept telling you that he wanted to divorce her strategically, that he didn’t love her anymore and that he was just waiting for the right moment. 
However, it seemed like the ‘right moment’ never came.  
Apart from your secret rendezvous, you barely saw Andy. Every so often you would run into each other at the grocery store or outside the shop. But nothing more than a glance was ever exchanged.  
One day, you were finishing up in the shop and about to close when you heard the bell ring above the door. Turning around you spot Andy, although, before you are able to greet him you see a slightly shorter brunette woman standing next to him with her arm linked around his. Despite never meeting Laurie before you knew that she must be her. 
To make matters worse, she seemed really kind, and it took you a minute to stop feeling guilt for sleeping with her husband, reminding yourself that she cheated first. 
“Mr Barber, I was just about to close. What can I do for you.” You asked Andy. However, before he could respond Laurie jumped in. 
“Well, our anniversary is coming up and I just loved the arrangements you made for us before and had to come for myself.” Laurie said in a cheerful tone. You glanced one more time at Andy and noticed that compared to his wife, he looked utterly miserable. 
“Alright, so what kind of flowers were you thinking?” You asked her. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in your throat. 
“I think I’ll look around first. I noticed you have the meaning of each flower which is such a unique idea.” You nodded informing the seemingly happy couple that you had a few things to sort out in the back and that you would be with them in a minute. 
A you went through to the back room you couldn’t stop the tears flowing. You know that you had no right to be upset. You, after all, were the other woman. However, everything that Andy had told you over these last months, seemed to be empty words. Why else would he have brought his wife into your shop. 
You composed yourself and wiped your tears away. Checking yourself in a small mirror that you had hung on the wall. Luckily, the slight redness in your eyes could be explained away with tiredness. Going back out into the shop you saw the concerned look Andy you, but you chose to ignore it. Laurie had finished browsing and was waiting patiently by the counter.  
“So, I know it is a different idea but how do you think pink roses and lavender would go together?” Laurie asked you. You tried to envision it and if you were being honest, it would look amazing. It didn’t help that the meaning of the flowers were perfect happiness, for pink roses and loyalty and devotion for lavender.  
The whole bouquet would be a lie. But who were you to judge. So, you quietly agreed to make the arrangement for them and told them to come back the next day. You could tell that Andy had something to say but couldn’t say in in front of his wife, so they left the shop and left you to cry in peace. 
*** 
The next day, it was just Andy who picked up the flowers. You had decided overnight that you were going to end you affair with him. It hurt you to do so, but you knew it was the right thing to do. Never did you think you would be someone to get in between two people’s marriage. Thinking back now, you should’ve known he wouldn’t leave Laurie. They had a son together.  
As Andy walked into the shop he looked around first to make the place was empty, which it was, before walking over to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to you lips. As much as you wanted to push him away, you knew this could be the last kiss you shared with him. You wanted to be selfish. 
After what felt like hours he finally pulled away and cupped your face. 
“What’s wrong Honey Flower?” He asked you. He adopted the nickname for you one day after you told him it meant secret love. 
“We shouldn’t be doing this Andy.” You confessed.  
“Doing what?”  
“Doing this Andy. Being together.” you gestured between the two of you. “You’re married.” 
“I’m waiting for the right time Y/N.” 
“That’s what you always say. But just yesterday, I had to make an arrangement of flowers for your wife which means loyalty, devotion and perfect happiness. So, either the right moment hasn’t come yet, and you are continuing to lie to her, or you’re lying to me and actually trying to fix your marriage.” 
“Y/N I wouldn’t lie to you. Jacob told her about this place, and I had to bring her. I don’t want Jacob to get involved in all this.” 
“He’s going to get involved in it all Andy. His parents are both cheating on one another.”  
“Can’t you just trust me to pick the right time?” 
“I have been waiting months Andy. The longer I wait, the more I realise that actually, if you and Laurie don’t work out, it’s going to me my fault. I hate to be the one to say this Andy, but you can’t have both of us anymore. It nearly killed me watching her in here with you yesterday. As much as I love you, I have to protect myself too.” You took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. “I don’t expect you to choose me over your wife, your family. But if you do choose her please stay away from here.” 
“Y/N. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Please.” Andy had tears streaming down his face. 
“Then divorce Laurie. This is all I have ever asked of you Andy. All I want is to have you without being the other woman. I love you so please. Please just choose.” You were choking on your own tears. 
“I don’t, I can’t… I” He stuttered. You nodded your head. He had been mummering empty promises to you along with the sweet nothings for months. He had long enough to make his decision. 
“Please leave. I’ll have the flowers delivered. Free of charge. Just please go.” You pleaded with him. 
“Honey Flower.” You shook your head. “Y/N don’t leave me.” You nearly broke at that. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you knew you had to stand your ground. 
“You need to go.” You told him before turning round and walking into the back. You didn’t come out again until you heard the bell above the door ring and then the deafening silence. 
*** 
It had been four months since you broke it off with Andy. And it shattered your heart. You had had a few partners overtime and obviously you had separated from all of them, but none of them caused a pain like the one you were feeling now. 
You tried to carry on and take one day at a time. You would open the florist, go grocery shopping, meet up with  your parents every week. It helped that they didn’t know you were dating Andy, so you could blame you low mood on tiredness. Night times were reserved for crying. Hours upon hours of sobbing until you couldn’t anymore. 
Your mind was constantly on Andy. Did he mend his marriage? Did he think about you? Did he forget about you? What was he doing? Would he be happy to see you if you went back to him?  
You decided that all these questions didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t yours; he never was. In fact, he probably was never going to be even if you didn’t end it. 
You were shopping for a new dress. You decided that in order to get over Andy, you needed to pick yourself up and start going out more. You were going to a bar with one of your friends, not that you had many in Newton. They decided that it had been too long since you went out. They didn’t know about you and Andy, however, you told them that you were seeing someone, and it didn’t work out. You told them that they wouldn’t know him and as heart breaking as it was, you weren’t at the stage where you would meet the family when you called it quits. 
You knew telling them parts of the truth, rather than lying was better for you mental health. At that precise moment, you need all the support you could get.  
So, there you were, shopping for a dress suitable for a night out when for the first time in a month, you caught a glimpse of the man that still owned your heart. To start with you forgot how to breath. Until, however, your cruel mind worked you started to feel a bit better. He looked terrible. A sick part of you hoped that it was because he was missing you. That he still needed you in his life. But the rational part of your brain knew that it could also be a case on which he was working. That his misery had nothing to do with you and that he had worked things out with Laurie and decided not to split his family up. 
You quickly turned your head and carried on. You could feel his eyes on you, and it took everything in you not to go to him. Soon enough, you felt his presence leave and you moved on still looking for a dress. You were glad your friend was taking you out for a drink because damn if you needed it now more than ever. 
*** 
That night you were sitting at the bar, talking with your friend about the shop and what else was going on in both of your lives. They were just discussing their job as an assistant to some lawyer. You were only half listening whilst chewing on the straw that came with your drink.  
You look up for a second and you see him again. It was honestly typical. You hadn’t seen him in four weeks and suddenly you see him twice in one day. It doesn’t take long for him to see you, but he never comes over. He just orders a beer and has a quiet drink.  
Eventually, you friend nips to the toilet and Andy sees this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you. He doesn’t talk for a minute, so you turned you attention back to your drink. 
“I got a divorce.” His hoarse voice makes you jump. It reminds you of the past-sex haze the two of you shared. He would talk in the same voice. You just looked at him for a second before looking down again. 
“I am so sorry I hurt you. I should have gotten one sooner.” He confessed. 
“You did what you had to do.” You muttered. 
“Look Y/N. I’m gonna be honest with you, I wasn’t ready for a divorce when we were together. And I am so sorry I lied to you about it. I miss you Honey Flower.”  
Your heart fluttered at the nickname. “I miss you too Andy.” You chuckled a little before looking at him. He had moved even closer to you. 
“Is there any chance of you wanting to give us a go? Properly this time. No more hiding, no more keeping secrets. You and me going on dates and having a real relationship.” Andy asked a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Before you has the chance to answer you friend came back. 
“Sorry I took so long, but the person in there before me really… oh hey Andy. What are you doing here?” They asked him.  
“Hi. I was just asking your friend out on a date. Just waiting to see if she’ll accept.” The double meaning didn’t escape your notice.  
“Yeah I think we could do that.” You answered. Your eyes never leaving his. 
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then.” Your friend grinned before leaving you and Andy alone. The minute they were gone Andy reached out and grabbed your hand.  
“Shall we?” he asked. You nodded and he tugged you up before leaning into your ear. “We have a lot to catch up on.” He whispered seductively before dragging you out of the bar.  
*** 
A year and a half later the two of you were engaged to be married. Everyone knew about the two of you and Jacob had officially met you as his Dad’s girlfriend-now-fiancé. You were delighted when he accepted you seeing as you were so nervous, and he even told you that he had never seen his Dad happier. 
One morning about two months after you and Andy moved in together, you were sitting hunched up over the toilet. Andy had heard you get up and then heard you retching. He rushed to your side and moved you hair out of the way whilst rubbing your back. You counted back and realised that you missed your last two periods. Without a word to Andy, you stood up and went back to the bedroom. 
Finding your phone, you opened your app which confirmed that you had missed you period. Twice. Andy came through behind you with a shocked and confused look on his face. 
“What’s wrong Flower?” You could hear the worry in his voice. You didn’t say anything but turned your phone around. “I’ll be back soon.” Was all he said before pulling on some trousers and walking out. Leaving you confused and slightly hurt. 
True to his word, he came back twenty minutes later with five pregnancy tests. He had also stopped off downstairs and grabbed a glass of water for you. Grabbing the tests, you went to the bathroom and took them. You then joined Andy back in the bedroom and set a timer. You just sat in Andy’s arms whilst you waited. 
When it was time, you walked back to the bathroom and checked the tests. 
 All of which were positive. You and Andy were having a baby.  
You showed him the tests and he scooped you up in his arms. Once he put you down you pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him you grinned.  
“I think this calls for a celebration. Don’t you think?” You asked him flirtatiously.  
“Definitely.” He whispered before pulling you down. He captured your lips in his as he gently started to caress your body. He moved his hands to your thighs then up to your arse. As he began to massage it you quietly moaned into his mouth causing him to smirk. Before you knew it he had flipped you both around and removed your sleep shorts and underwear. You then reached to his bottoms wanting to take them off, but Andy moved down. 
He started toying with your clit and landed soft kisses on the tops of your thighs. Slowly moving his way up, he replaces the tip of his fingers with his tongue. As much as you love him eating you out, you needed more in that moment. Quickly, you tugged Andy up by his hair and attacked his mouth with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.  
“Eager I see?” Andy comments when you break to take a breath.  
“Oh, hush you.” You reached down and grabbed his already rock-hard length. Moving your hand up and down your position him at your entrance. He quickly takes the hint and pushes in. No matter how many times you two partook in this activity, it always felt like the first time. The burn of the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness that you felt.  
The feeling only Andy can provide you with.  
You wrapped your hands around him, dragging your fingernails down his back. Making sure to leave marks. You slowly started thrusting your hips to meet his slow pace. You knew this was not fucking. This was making love. He was showing you how much he loved you. 
“Can you believe it. Our child is inside of you. Do you have any idea what that does to me.” Andy panted as he sped his thrusts up even more. 
“Fuuuckkk.” You moaned in response. ‘I love you’s and ‘you feel so good’s were shared between you as Andy carried on. You felt your climax bubbling in your stomach, but you tried to hold it. Never wanting the moment to end. 
“I know your close Flower, cum for me.” Andy whispered in your ear. 
“Not without you.” You managed to say back before a loud moan interrupted you. 
“I’m with you sweetheart. Come on cum with me. That’s it.” Andy moved his hand down he rubbed your clit at the perfect pace. Just enough to get you over the edge. Gripping onto him, you felt the comforting feeling of his natural paint decorating your insides. You both moaned in unison before Andy collapsed to the side of you, conscious of the little bean now growing inside of you. You turned to face him, caressing his beard as you both caught your breath. His piercing blue eyes looking into yours. You both fell asleep that night, excited for your lives together, lives started by your little flower shop. 
*
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the bed you made ✧ ransom drysdale
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this is my entry for my welcome to angst city™ writing challenge.
pairing: prince!ransom drysdale x fem!reader
prompts: let’s add a tiara (royal au) + second floor (fake relationship) + chris’s pretty boys: ransom drysdale
summary: in which two idiots get married.
word count: 2,332
warnings?: honestly this could have fit on a lot of the apartment floors but idk we’ll just go with the one i put down, fake relationship, one of them caught feelings, angst, not proofread
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You eyed Ransom Drysdale, Prince of Cruorvina* and Heir to the Thrombey Throne, as he made his way to the top of the ornate staircase. He’d just left his chambers at the far end of the hallway where no one could see him unless they happened to be facing the hall, slightly disheveled, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes as he passed a mirror. You pretended to not notice the way one of your personal maids was sneaking out as attention zeroed in on Ransom. Instead, you gave him your most diplomatic smile, linking your arms with him as you walked down the staircase together. 
“My maid?” you asked, voice low so only he could hear. “Why not harass one of Meg’s? Or your mother’s? Or your own?”
“Because none of them get quite as agitated as you,” he said. God, you just wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. But you held back. You were not the type of woman to make a scene in public, much less at your own wedding. You still had expectations to live up to. “Remember, this is only to get my parents off my back.”
“I’m aware. But this has gone further than I thought it would. If I recall, you said this would only last as long as it would take for you to find your own bride. And yet...”
“Don’t complain. You are to be Queen. Any other woman would be grateful.”
“Then you should’ve chosen another woman to have gone through with this. I wanted to marry for love. You knew that. And I thought I still had the chance, because you said it would never get this far. I was a fool for trusting you,” you said. By then you reached the center of the ballroom, and Ransom pulled you close to his chest, a waltz beginning, marking your first dance as a married couple. “It matters not. How soon are we expected to produce an heir?”
“Within the year.”
A year of having be in bed with him. A year of fucking him when you had wanted to save yourself for someone you loved. Well, you supposed you had. You had just always thought the man you married would love you back. 
“Very well. And the spare?”
“Within three years.”
“And after that?”
“You will be free to do as you please,” he said. “Within reason, of course. You will still be my wife, you will still reside within the castle. But you will be able to take lovers after that.”
“But I assume you won’t provide the same courtesy.”
He almost looked offended. But why should he be? He’d already made it abundantly clear that he was not going to be loyal to you. Hell, he’d even snuck off just after your vows to get his dick wet. What right did he have to act like you were acting unreasonably? “Y/N...”
The waltz ended, and you pulled out of his arms to sink into a curtsy. “I need to go freshen up,” you said as you rose back to a standing position. “Think you can handle entertaining the guests until I get back?”
“I—” He started to say something, but he cut himself off quickly, changing directions so quickly it almost made you wonder if you imagined that he was going to say something else. “Of course.”
You turned away, stepping through the crowd, smiling at the dignitaries you passed by, pausing for moment to thank King Harlan for providing the funds to allow for such a marvelous wedding, before you finally made it to the solitude of the powder room. Your lady’s maid, Liliana, followed after you, closing the door behind her and locking it for privacy.
“Is everything alright, my lady?” Liliana asked. 
“It does not matter if it is or isn’t,” you said, leaning against the counter. “What’s done is done.”
This was not the life you would’ve chosen. At the start of the social season, you were the daughter of a duke, looking for a man to wed. Now, you were the woman who would be queen. Oh, if only you had said no when Ransom proposed his deal to you. Things could be so different now. 
As the future heir to the throne, Ransom was expected to marry and the sooner the better. Harlan was not expected to live much longer, and rumor had it that a condition in his will said that Ransom must be the one to take the throne. That he’d changed the laws so that Linda would be skipped over entirely. Should that be true, Ransom would have to wed soon, to start having children soon. And, the almighty bachelor had no interest in marriage. 
He came to you, the daughter of one of Harlan’s favorite dukes, to play the part of an interest woman. He wanted his family off his back, he’d said. If he showed that he was trying, they would leave him be. And, if you had a prince interested you, your marriage prospects would increase exponentially as people try to win your favor. Thinking that it wouldn’t last long, you agreed.
But you played your part too well. While the rest of his family delighted in ripping you to pieces, you’d somehow won Harlan’s favor. He gave Ransom no choice. Ransom was to marry you. 
“Maybe he’ll grow to care for you,” Liliana said. 
“Don’t be a fool. He’s a Drysdale. He wouldn’t know emotions if they slapped him in the face.” You shook your head, glancing up at the mirror, shame building up in the pit of your stomach as you looked at the tears welling up in your eyes. “This isn’t a marriage of love. It’s not even a marriage of convenience. It’s a marriage of fools, and I’m trapped. I can’t do anything. If I left, he’d be fine but I’d be ruined. I don’t have a choice...I don’t know if I ever did.”
“Something good could come of it still.”
“Like what? Our future kids? They’d be the only good part of this...relationship. But it will kill me to see their father not even care for them, because you and I both know that he won’t.”
“My lady, you don’t know—”
You turned to her, giving her your iciest glare. “Liliana, you know what he’s done. This entire time he was playing the part of a good man, of a devoted fiancé, he’s been off having his rendezvous. As soon as we were out of the church, he was taking a private carriage back here so that he could chase his own pleasure. He doesn’t care for me, for anyone, but himself. And I’m not going to delude myself into thinking otherwise.” You let out a sad chuckle, looking down at the floor. “I’ve made my bed. Now I must lie in it.”
“I’m sorry, my lady.”
“No, I’m sorry,” you said. “You...You’re trying to make a bad situation better. And I’m beyond grateful for that. But I fear there is no making this better.”
You looked back to the mirror, wiping away the tears that had fallen, trying to make sure that there were no remains of the pain you were feeling. Painting a smile back on your face, you walked past Liliana, unlocking the door, and returning to the celebrations. 
You ran into Meg, Ransom’s younger cousin, almost immediately. 
“Oh, Lady Y/N!” she said, smiling at you. She was probably the nicest of Ransom’s family, after Harlan of course. But you always had an odd feeling about her, that she would stomp on anyone to save her family, to save herself. Though, you supposed, you were family now. Maybe that meant something. “Or should I start calling you Her Royal Highness now?”
Your stomach turned into knots, and you prayed it didn’t show on your face. “Lady Meg,” you greeted. “There’s no need for that. If anything, you’re allowed to just call me my name.”
“It was a beautiful ceremony,” she said. “People will be talking about it for years to come.”
“Thank you, that means a lot to me. It was...the ceremony I always dreamed of.” But not the husband you had wanted. 
“If I may...” she began and, when you nodded, she continued, “I don’t think I’ve seen Ransom happier than when you were walking down the aisle.”
You frowned, thinking back to that moment. Had he looked happy? What had he even looked like? You’d been so focused on walking properly, on just making it through the day without having a breakdown. You’d barely even registered how he had looked through it all. But, thinking back now, you could recall his glassy eyes, the way his hand ran over his face as he tried to keep it together. But...why? This wasn’t the marriage he’d wanted either...Right?
“Really?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
She nodded. “Ransom has always been...well, Ransom. But he’s been more tolerable since you’ve came into his life. You make him a better man.”
That...was not what you were expecting. Had Ransom been acting during that? Trying to prove something to everyone, that this was a marriage of love and passion? But, would he care that much? You weren’t the bride he’d wanted, but you knew he wasn’t wholly unhappy with it. Not like you were. No, he...seemed to enjoy it, if just because his family got off his ass to some degree. Or, was there a chance that there could be something more to all of this? Something you hadn’t been expecting?
“Scram, Meg.” Oh, there he was. You turned, painting your smile on wider as Ransom’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, before turning his attention back to his cousin. “Go play with your dolls or something.”
“Ransom, play nice,” you chided. You wouldn’t normally care for what he did or said but...Well, you liked Meg. She was nice to you in a way that the rest of his family wasn’t. 
He rolled his eyes, but she didn’t stay long. She bid you goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. Once he had you to himself, his tense body relaxed slightly as he said, “Come with me. I have something to show you.”
You didn’t protest as he led you out of the ballroom, to the balcony overlooking the gardens. You looked up to the night sky, smiling at the twinkling stars. When you were little, you would spend hours in the garden at your parents’ summer home, just lying on the ground, committing the many constellations to memory.
“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you said.
“That’s not the reason I asked you here.”
You looked to him. “Then why?”
He said nothing, looking out at the horizon, his hand resting on the small of your back. And then you heard it. The high-pitched noise echoed in the quiet night, before the loud bang rang out. Bright, explosive colors filled the air, and your heart clenched. 
He’d remembered.
Months and months ago, when your engagement had been announced, Harlan had ordered fireworks be set off in celebration. You remembered looking out at them, childlike glee filling you from head to toe, as you’d whispered, “I would watch these every day of my life if I could.”
You hadn’t even thought he was listening. But he had, and he had remembered. And suddenly, you weren’t convinced you knew how things were going to be anymore. 
Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at him, a wobbly smile on your face. “Thank you.”
He cast you a look, raising his brow. “What for?”
“The fireworks? You...You didn’t...Oh.”
“Harlan set them up,” he said, looking away from you. It felt like your already fragile heart was breaking further. You wondered if you would have any pieces of it left by the time the night was over. “I figured I could at least show you his wedding gift to us.”
“...I should go thank him.”
“Give him my thanks, too.”
You gave him a curt nod, turning away and walking back inside to find Harlan. Ransom remained where he stood, looking out at the fireworks. He was an idiot. This...this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had it all planned out. 
He was supposed to take you out to the balcony, tell you he had asked Harlan to set the fireworks up. Confess to you that he’d been scared, that you made him feel things he couldn’t even begin to describe. And how that scared him so badly. Tell you he hadn’t even done anything with your maid—he’d wanted to, wanted to distract himself from the way you make him feel. Seeing you walking down the aisle just made everything he was struggling with feeling escalate to the point that he was all too aware that you didn’t care for him the same way. That you probably never would. This was all just business to you, just like it had been for him. But, he didn’t want it to be like that anymore. When he tried to sleep with your maid...All he could think of was how she wasn’t you. 
Ransom walked back inside, looking over at you as you laughed at something Lord Levinson was saying. He wondered if Ari was the kind of man you would’ve chosen to marry, if Ari was the kind of man you could love. Neither you nor him would ever know. And it was all his fault. 
You could never love him. Not when he ruined everything you could’ve ever wanted for your life. He should consider himself lucky you weren’t outright hostile toward him, that you only ever met with polite indifference. 
This was the bed he’d made. And now he had to lie in it. 
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*Cruorvina: from the Latin words “cruor” (blood) and  “vina” (wine), a play on Harlan’s publishing company, Blood Like Wine.
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starryevermore · 2 years
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welcome to angst city™ writing challenge
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WELCOME PACKET
Hello and welcome to Angst City™! I’m your humble mayor, starryevermore, and I would like to extend a warm welcome to my little town. We’ve just reached 3k residents, and I couldn’t be prouder for how much we’ve grown in such a short amount of time! To celebrate hitting such a tremendous milestone, I’ve decided to host a writing challenge. Now, let’s get into the rules.
WELCOME TO ANGST CITY™ MASTERLIST
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LEASE AGREEMENT
⇨ First things first, anyone participating in the challenge MUST be at least eighteen (18) years of age. Angst City™ only allows adult residents, and any minors who attempt to cross the town line will be blocked. There are no exceptions. 
⇨ All entires must be tagged #welcometoangstcitywritingchallenge and/or #starryevermore3kwritingchallenge AND you must tag me (@starryevermore). 
⇨ The idea of this writing challenge, and the purpose of Angst City™ as a whole, is to make the readers feel something. Go wild with that. You can do fluff, angst, smut, or dark fics. Make our teeth rot at how sickeningly sweet the couple is, make us sob uncontrollably at how heartbreaking it is, make us all hot and bothered by how sexy it is, make us disgusted by how twisted the dark!character is. Just make us feel the emotions you are trying to convey.
⇨ If you choose to write a smut or dark fic, please tag it accordingly. A good rule of thumb is that it’s better to overtag than to undertag. If you aren’t sure if you should tag something, always feel free to ask. 
⇨ The only things not accepted are as follows:
teacher/student or professor/student relationships. 
incest.
stepcest. 
pedophilia.
kinks involving scat.
self harm.
suicide/suicide ideation.
underage characters/readers.
⇨ Any entries that include those will not be read by me and will not be included in the challenge masterlist. 
⇨ If you are going to be entering the challenge, send me an ask (not a message, an ask) with the apartment complex you will be moving into, the floor number you will be renting your room on, and who your roommate(s) will be.
Example: and they lived happily ever after... + first floor + world’s mightiest heroes: steve and sam. 
⇨ Entries must be reader-insert, and readers must be over the age of eighteen (18). 
⇨ If you will be posting your entry on a sideblog, tell me the name of your sideblog when you send me the ask. 
⇨ There is no minimum or maximum word count required. However, I do ask that any entries over 500 words be put under a read more. If you don’t know how to do that, feel free to shoot me an ask and I will explain how to do. 
⇨ The deadline to notify me of the entries you plan on submitting by the end of January 2022—so, send me an ask telling me what you plan on entering by January 31, 2022 at 11:59:59pm EST. 
⇨ The deadline to post your entries is within the year—so post whatever fics you’re entering by November 23, 2022 at 11:59:59pm EST. If you end up needing longer than that, please let me know. 
⇨ There are no limits to how many entries you submit. However, I ask that you either (1) send me an individual ask for each entry you plan to submit or (2) list the entries you would like to submit in your ask. Remember, these asks cannot be sent after 01/31/22. 
⇨ If I do not interact with your entry within a week of you posting it (such as liking it or reblogging it), please send it to me via messages or drop a link to it in my asks. 
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APARTMENT COMPLEX
If you would like to leave it up to fate, you can utilize the Wheel of Fortune. You may select only one (1) apartment complex.  
⇨ And They Lived Happily Ever After... Fairy Tale AU. 
⇨ Oh My God, They Were Roommates! Roommate AU.
⇨ You Can Brew It. Coffee Shop AU. 
⇨ Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Going On. DILF/MILF AU. 
⇨ The Red String of Fate. Soulmate AU.
⇨ Let’s Add a Tiara! Royal AU. 
⇨ Lost in the Stacks. Library AU. 
⇨ How Do You Say “Fuck You” In Flowers? Flower Shop AU. 
⇨ My Favorite Position is CEO. CEO AU. 
⇨ Live To Ride, Ride To Live. Biker AU.
⇨ Smile For The Camera. Pornstar AU.
⇨ Say Hello To My Little Friend. Mob/Mafia AU. 
⇨ Bite Me. Any kind of monsterfucking you want.
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FLOOR NUMBER
If you would like to leave it up to fate, you can utilize the Wheel of Fortune. You may select only one (1) floor. 
⇨ First Floor: Enemies to Lovers.
⇨ Second Floor: Fake Relationship. 
⇨ Third Floor: Miscommunication. 
⇨ Fourth Floor: Sex Pollen.
⇨ Fifth Floor: Drunken Confessions.
⇨ Sixth Floor: Unrequited Love. 
⇨ Seventh Floor: There Was Only One Bed. 
⇨ Eighth Floor: Mutual Pining.
⇨ Ninth Floor: Love At First Sight.
⇨ Tenth Floor: Accidental Marriage. 
⇨ Eleventh Floor: Friends with Benefits. 
⇨ Twelfth Floor: Major Character Death. 
⇨ Thirteenth Floor: A/B/O Dynamics. 
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ROOMMATES
You may select however many roommates you wish. You may mix and match from the roommate selections (i.e. take Ransom and Steve even though they are listed in separate categories). If you would like to leave it up to fate, you can use the Wheel of Fortune (full character list) or the Wheels in any of the categories. 
⇨ World’s Mightiest Heroes: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker (aged up),  Thor Odinson, Valkyrie, Bruce Banner, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Scott Lang, Darcy Lewis, Jimmy Woo, Monica Rambeau, Joaquin Torres, Loki, Sylvie, President!Loki, Mobius M. Mobius, Shang-chi, Ikaris, Druig,  etc. (Wheel of Fortune)
⇨ Chris’s Pretty Boys: Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Johnny Storm, Jake Wyler, Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge, Frank Adler, “Harvard Hottie” Hayden, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea, Nick Vaughan, etc. (Wheel of Fortune)
⇨ Seb’s Cutie Patooties: Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Lance Tucker, Chris Beck, Jefferson/Mad Hatter, Carter Baizen, Charles Blackwood, Destroyer!Chris, Dayton White, Scott Huffman, etc. (Wheel of Fortune)
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if you have any questions, please send a letter to the post office. 
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no pressure tags: @golbrockstar​ @annab-nana @tumblin-theworldaway​ @turbolisedcomet​ 
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starryevermore · 2 years
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For your challenge!
Oh my God! They were Roomates
Fifth floor
World's Mightiest Heroes: Bucky Barnes
💕🥰
ooh i can’t wait to see what you come up with!! 🥰❤️
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starryevermore · 2 years
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welcome to angst city™ writing challenge masterlist
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To celebrate the humble Angst City™ reaching 3,000 residents, I am holding a writing challenge. Compiled here are the entries from the lovely folks who have decided to make Angst City™ their home. 
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ON THE SECOND FLOOR WITH RANSOM DRYSDALE:
from: @starryevermore​ (myself)
the bed you made — in which two idiots get married.
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ON THE EIGHTH FLOOR WITH BUCKY BARNES:
from: @bonkywobble​
you, me, & this infallible in-between — the one where bucky begins the same journey of running and recovery that you took a decade ago while you both redefine the connection that you share.
ON THE FIFTH FLOOR WITH BUCKY BARNES
from: @buckys-dollface​
it’s 3 am i must be lonely — your roommate bucky barnes, has always been infatuated with you, much to your ignorance. you were his shining star. one drunk voicemail later and it’s as if the stars aligned in bucky’s favor.
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ON THE FIFTH FLOOR WITH ANDY BARBER
from: @ellerosie2332​
honey flower — you knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. but the love you held for andy made all the pain worth it. wasn't it?
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starryevermore · 2 years
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hey!! can i do live to ride, ride to live + 12th floor + earth’s mightiest hero: bucky barnes please?
of course!! i can't wait to see what you write!! 🥰
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Hi Starry! I'm super excited about your writing challenge! I would like "let's add a tiara" on the 5th floor with worlds mightiest heros, pairing reader with Scott Lang
oh my god i can't wait to read this!! 👀👀 it sounds like it's gonna be amazing!
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Congratulations on 3k!! 🎉
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Now, time to move in…
Oh My God, They Were Roommates! + Thirteenth floor + World’s Mightiest Heroes: Bucky Barnes
thank you!! i can’t wait to read your fic!
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Hi! I’d like to do your challenge.
Oh my god they were roommates AU, fifth floor (drunken confessions), with Mickey Henry 🥰
ooh that sounds like it’s going to be fun!! can’t wait to see what you come up with! 🥰❤️
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Hi, Congrats on the 3k.
I was thinking:
How Do You Say 'Fuck You' In Flowers,
Fifth Floor,
Chris's Pretty Boys: Andy Barber.
Its probably going to be no good but I'll give it a go.
thank you! and this sounds like it's going to be great!! 😍😍
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Shit i done messed up:( okay so I’ll do Say Hello To My Little Friend + Eleventh Floor + Seb’s Cutie Patooties: Jefferson/Mad Hatter, Destroyer!Chris and Worlds Mightiest Hero’s: Bucky
I’m sorry:(
don't worry about it!! and i can't wait to read your fic! 🥰
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starryevermore · 2 years
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hey angel! for your writing challenge, i would love to do how do you say "fuck you" in flowers? on the sixth floor with steve rogers? this was so hard to pick but i'm so excited to write it <3
oh my god this already sounds like it’s going to be amazing! 😍 i can’t wait to read it!
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Hey, sweet love. Here is my entry for the writing challenge
⇨ Say Hello To My Little Friend...+ Twelfth floor+ Bucky Barnes
ooh i can’t wait to see how this fic turns out!!
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starryevermore · 2 years
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Wdym “all entires must be tagged” does that mean if we reblog it we tag you or does it mean when we send asks…we tag it somehow?
it’s specifically for the writing challenge. when you post your fic for the writing challenge, put in the tags of the post: #welcometoangstcitywritingchallenge and/or #starryevermore3kwritingchallenge. this is just so i can go through those tags in case i accidentally miss your entry. then also tag me (@starryevermore), so i get notified and can read what you wrote.
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