#you'd think she'd have learned this with the last asshole but no

[inkskinned]

you found out today that a phrase you have used before was coined by an abusive man. this felt like getting your teeth taken out. it made you sick and sad and tired, but not surprised.

bad people tell you to be careful when you talk badly of bad men, that it could "ruin" a life. you had your life ruined by a bad man, not that it ever matters to them. your real life having real consequences is not valued as highly as the potential of his future.

this has always been a frustrating little mathematics problem for you. you've missed school and had to call out sick at work and had panic attacks that lasted for weeks. it stole sleep and food and friends from you. you cried in public, fucked your relationships up. and the whole time: your present has never mattered so much as the great what if! of his future. like - one life (your life) is already ruined, should we really ruin two?

so you live with the consequences and he doesn't, and that's just like, something you need therapy for. you once discussed this with one of your friends over coffee. she chewed the wooden stirrer, looked off into the distance. "once i became a victim, everything that happens to me afterward is automatically less interesting in the eyes of the general public. it is always about him. he changed my identity. to survivor. to statistic. meanwhile this whole time - i am a person."

you learned in college that three out of five of your favorite artists and authors were actually abusive assholes. these days, you are no longer surprised. oh, is that what was happening behind closed doors? of course it was, he was a "genius," and she was just a girl. you are talking about him in art history, so obviously his career was absolutely ruined, for eternity. that's what happens, right? they strike your name from the record and refuse to remember you? nobody really knows her name, but hey. that's what you get for being close to celebrity.

you got into an argument about it, which was a bad argument, because it made you cry. he said what, you want us to just ignore all the things this man did because he made a few women uncomfortable? and you'd balled your fists up and choked on it. later, in bed, you agonized over the response you'd been trying to articulate but never found the right moment to deploy: you are ignoring what any person could do if they weren't being fucking abused. maybe her talents far exceeded his and she was just never allowed to fucking use them. maybe we only see genius in white men because they purposefully fucking squash and silence any other people with talent.

but you'd cried about it instead of saying that, because you are the cost. you are the talent and potential that he took. you used to be brave and smart and clever and unafraid. like a lich, he stole years of your life.

quiet on set made you sad and sick and tired, but not surprised. unfortunately, one of the things he said was true: an entire network of people allowed it to continue. this is not news to you, because you have seen entire networks of people make the same fucking excuses when the same thing or-worse happened to you. and your particular story isn't even in hollywood. it was just a guy. it was still difficult getting people to stand up for you.

you and your friend wait in line for your coffee. like a standup joke, one man turns to the other and says "can't wait for every bitch to come crawling out of the woodwork complaining about harassment. it's another metoo." and you think - oh, that's the network. your boss tucks her hair back and whispers that while your skirt is cute, you're giving the boys the wrong idea. that's the network. when you'd told your "friend" about what happened, she'd said oh you must have misunderstood, that would never happen. and that's the network.

you woke up this morning panting, because years later you still have panic attacks. oh, it's not a network, actually, it's a web. and you, little moth: are you still surprised you're caught in it?

#warm up #spilled ink #writeblr

[tan1shere]

Slumber Party

Ellie williams x fem reader!

A/n: Hello my lovelies, first post on here (more active on wattpad) but thought I'd occasionally post here when I'm bored. If you have any requests at all they're definitely open! Also this is kinda short but I don't plan on making the next part as short. Enjoyyyy ☆°•

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Summary: like the song slumber party. Ellie thinks she can treat you better then your shitty girlfriend

Warnings: smut, (not in this chapter) read at your own risk (mdni) Dom but soft, protective, ellie! Reader is quite innocent, is very soft also. Cunnilingus (duh- also not in this chapter) your girlfriend in this is an asshole. Abuse, somewhat angst, crying. Lmk if there was anything else!

Pt 2 here! ~ pt 3 here!

Ellie hated Isabel, your girlfriend. She treated you horribly, and Ellie really hated when you'd bawl your eyes out over the phone to her whenever Isabel would storm out of your shared apartment. She hated the fact anyone would make you cry. She never liked seeing you unhappy. Isabel shared this hatred. She never liked you hanging around Ellie, even if you have known Ellie almost all your life. She would scold you after everytime you and her would hang out. You'd come back to the apartment smiling. "What're you smiling about?" You just smile more happy to tell. "Ellie she makes the funniest jo-" "I don't like you being round her Y/n." You would always stare blankly at her, struggling to find the words, leaving your mouth open while you ponder.

Today was not off to a great start. Ellie had just been over, you two were having such a great time. "I should probably get going squirt." She would flash her smile at you, ruffling your hair slightly, as she stood to go to the door. Ellie was a bit older then you, and come to think of it so was Isabel. Let's just say you had a thing for older ladies. (Only by like 6 years) You also stand up, seeing her out and saying goodbye. But as you open the door you're met woth those dark brown eyes. Isabel had just arrived back from work. She glares at the auburn haired girl, making her way inside. "Well hi to you too." Ellie scoffs then looks at you. "Text you when im home." You give her a small nod and a smile before she leaves to her car. You turn around to be faced with a stern Isabel. "You know how I feel about her being in our home. Especially when I'm not here." You never really talk back to Isabel you always apologize and go into the kitchen to make food. She was truly a bitch and she started showing her true colors the moment you two moved in together. You never understood what you would do so wrong. You made every dinner. Every lil food she'd want. The laundry. Just to please her. And although it'd work, it'd never last. "I'm sorry Iz.. She just really wanted to show me this art she was working on and in person. Nothing more I swear." She let's out a scoff. "Why should I believe you it's almost every day you spend with her. It's sickening and pathetic." You stare at her as she says that. She would always make you feel stupid. When in fact you were quite smart you knew what most things meant. Maybe not so much bedroom stuff. But you were book smart nonetheless. Speaking of bedroom. You were basically a virgin. You've kissed Isabel many times done a lil something here and there but it was definitely not much. So you were certainly not confident on that subject. Although Ellie would tell you all sorts of stories about the girls she's been with. It fascinated you to learn all these new terms and what everything was. "I promise to talk to you before hand next time-" She instantly cuts you off. "Why are you still standing here. Cook, I've been working all day." She spits going to your guys shared bedroom. You sigh doing so. And that was your life.

It was maybe a couple weeks after, you had felt like you were coming down with something so you decided that bed rest was the best thing. It was now 3 in the afternoon. You were sleeping in your bed when the door busted open. "What the fuck are you still doing in bed it's almost 4!" Isabel was home and not happy. You sit up a bit. "Yes I know I'm sorry bu-" She drops her bags. "This place is a mess, there's dishes out. Foods not even ready. Laundry is still in the hamper. What fucking else." You look at her softening your look. "Iz, I'm sorry- I woke up feeling horrid so I decided to stay in bed." She shakes her head. "Even when I have the worst headache known to man I still get my ass up and work. You know all that sweet money, I work for that. And you work here that is your job." This was one of the moments were you'd feel bad for yourself. Weak. Weaker right now considering you're sick. You look down at the sheets. "Are you even listening to me? You spoiled brat." She doesn't do what she does next often but when she does you know you're in the shit. She hits you. Hard. "Wonder why I have a headache all the time. It's you and your whiney voice. Look at how pathetic you are." She glares down at your drowsy figure. You feel tears finally sting as you had held them in. Refusing to let yourself be so weak, but you give in. Feeling overwhelmed with emotions right now. "What the fuck are you gunna be like when I go away in a few weeks huh? You better keep this place spotless you know about the cameras. I'll be watching you." Yes. The oh so lovely cameras. They're only in the kitchen, living room and laundry. The only places you slave away at. "I will iz I promise." She hums. "I'll believe it when i see it. I needa go out and grab some stuff. Make sure dinners ready when I get back." She says before getting her keys and leaving. You then sob. Letting it all out as you shakily grab your phone going to the only person who knows how to comfort you. Ellie.

When she arrives not long after, giving a honk. You go outside and get in the passenger seat. "Off anywhere?" You shake your head. "No that's alright. I don't want to get yelled at.." Ellie sighs. "Bub, you can't keep letting her treat you like this-" "if I left I'd have nowhere to go Els.." She keeps looking at you. "Yes you do. Mine." You let out a small breath looking down at your hands. "Everythings so messy." She nods, even if you can't see. "I know angel but my offer still and will forever stand. I think you should take it." You just wipe the small tears forming at your eyes. "How was your day?" She hates how you change the subject. She always has. She wants to talk about it with you more. Comfort you more. "Pretty easy going. Do you want a hug love?" You shake your head. "Its best if you don't come near me right now-" "I promise it's not gunna affect me if you cry. You know that." You nod. "I know, but I'm sick- thats why she yelled at me.." She furrows her brows. "She got mad at you because you weren't feeling well? What a fucking bitch." You sigh, in the midst of a slight cough. "Angel you should go back in and rest. Let me help-" You immediately shake your head. "She'd know you were there. I- I couldn't risk that." You always felt awful. Not because you got yelled at but because she would want to pick a fight with Ellie too. Ellie was older then Iz too, more mature. Never bought into her crap. "I'll make sure she doesn't yell at you, you really need rest you work your ass off-" You stop her talking. "I don't want her to try anything with you Els." She shakes her head. "She won't. I promise just let me make you some soup and tuck you in. Please, just that." You contemplate whether or not you should but you nod regardless.

She was making the soup trying to be as speedy in hopes she wouldn't bump into Isabel. "Here you go. Say you made it for yourself. I also cleaned a lil." She sends you a wink. And when she says a lil she means the whole lot. "Els, you seriously didn't have to." She smiles gently. "No but I wanted to. I also made something else. Knowing grump would be hungry when she gets back." You look at her so thankful. "You have no idea how much I appreciate you." She gives you a kiss on the head. "Call if you need anything else. I love you." She says while looking in your eyes. "I love you too Els." You respond sweetly. Oh how stupid you were to realize how INlove she was with you. But she plans to show you sooner or later. As she's the one you should truly, be with.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Enemy Mine - Chapter 7

Warnings: a few curse words

~•~

Y/N winced, watching the pink handprint blossom across Fred's cheek. Of course, she couldn't blame Angie. She would've slapped the shit out of him, too.

"How dare you fucking use me like that!" Angie raged.

"I didn't use you!" Fred held a hand to his burning cheek.

"Bullshit!" She yelled. "I really was just your consolation prize all along, wasn't I?"

"No, you were never - " Fred began, but Angelina shut him down.

"So, tell me, Fred," she stepped closer to him. "We're you trying to make Y/N jealous, or was I just a placeholder until either Y/N gave in or someone better came along?"

~•~

Forgotten completely by the embattled pair in the middle of her living room, Y/N exhaled a shaky breath, stood and made her way outside, to the little bench in the furthest corner of her backyard. Breaking up someone's relationship was never one of her life goals. And yet, here she was, doing just that.

At least Angelina didn't blame her.

"I'm so sorry, Angie," Y/N had said. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

Angie shook her head. "None of this is your fault. This is all on Fred."

"Maybe," Y/N shrugged. "I just can't help but think that if I wasn't in the picture - "

"No," Angie cut her off. "Fred would be an idiotic asshole with or without you in the picture."

Y/N had only nodded in response. She appreciated Angie's vote of confidence, but it wasn't nearly enough to quell the ever-present guilt burning in her chest.

~•~

The back door swung open, startling Y/N from her thoughts. Fred walked toward her, his footsteps falling heavy and slow on the grass.

"Is Angie ok?" She asked.

"She will be," was all he offered. "Are the two of you friends now?"

"I'm not really sure, honestly. We're at least not enemies."

"That's good." Fred nodded. "Can we talk?"

"Probably should," she sighed and scooted over to give him room on the bench.

~•~

"What exactly did you think would happen?" Y/N asked. "That you'd confess your love, and I would leap blithely into your arms?"

"I don't know." Fred shrugged. "Maybe."

Y/N closed her eyes, massaging her aching temples. "That's not how this works. This isn't a fucking movie, Fred."

He shifted his gaze downward. "You hate me, don't you?"

"No, I don't hate you," Y/N sighed. "Not anymore, anyway."

"And how do you feel now?" He raised his eyes to meet hers.

She shook her head. "I don't know. I don't know how I feel. I just know I can't forget the last several years."

"No, I don't suppose so," he mummered.

"I'm sorry, Fred. I really am."

"It's ok. I'm the one who fucked up and I've got to learn to live with it." He shrugged and gave her a half smile, before turning away again.

Y/N watched him as he curled in on himself. She'd never seen Fred like this, as if he was trying to crawl inside himself. Trying to hide himself away. She had no doubt that if he were alone, his cheeks would be wet with tears.

A dull ache formed in the center of her heart. They might have been enemies, but she wasn't so cold and jaded as to revel in his pain.

"Hey, umm," she spoke before she could change her mind. "Maybe we could we could try the whole friendship thing again."

A one-sided grin appeared on his face. "Fred Weasley is being friend-zoned," he chuckled. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"No. That's not what I - " Y/N sputtered. "I just thought - "

"It's alright, love," he smiled. "I'll take whatever you're willing to give me. And, maybe in time, I can prove myself worthy."

Y/N gave him a small, tentative smile. "Maybe."

~•~

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[alrightieaphroditie]

take the edge off | e.m. series masterlist! | next part!

pairing *:･ﾟ eddie munson x female! reader wc *:･ﾟ 3.7 k warnings *:･ﾟ mentions of drugs (weed) and talk of events that happened in s3! an *:･ﾟ ahh i have officially written my first fanfic ever!! this is very exciting for me but also makes me kinda nervous, hehe. i hope this leads to me writing many more, though, bc this shit is lowkey therapeutic. anyways, this is kind of unedited, so if any major errors jump out at you while you're reading, please let me know so that i can fix it! this is like a soft!eddie type fic bc i was just in the mood for it last night! i appreciate any and all feedback!

synopsis *:･ﾟyou're exhausted, feeling burnt out, and your neighbor won't stop practicing guitar with his amp turned as loudly as possible. you need a pick-me up, and eddie munson has just the thing.

you were desperate. at least, that seemed to be the only logical explanation you could think of as to why you were walking across the graveled road towards eddie munson's trailer late at night in your pajamas.

of course, if anyone asked max why you went over in the first place, she'd tell them that you were just asking eddie to turn down his amp. munson was notorious for practicing his guitar late at night, and most nights you and max didn't mind the background noise. in fact, on the nights where max couldn't sleep, the nights where she would cling to you while you both sat on the couch. you comfort her as much as you can while wiping her tears and running your hand through her hair softly, and you appreciated the noise then. you created a game for those nights, telling max to close her eyes, to listen to the chords he struck loudly, and guess which song he had decided that he needed to learn that week. it seemed to calm her enough, and you always made her laugh when you suggested that eddie was finally learning a david bowie song.

as if.

but tonight was not one of those nights. tonight, you had worked two shifts at the family video in town (somehow keith hired you even though your top three movies were breakfast at tiffany's, the aristocats, and the dark crystal) and then went straight to the police station, where you were helping flo sort through files and answering phone calls. max was sitting at the table in the kitchen area when you got home, multiple books and notebooks flung about the small space. the table was where the two of you had spent the last few hours as you tried helping max study for her biology exam at the end of the week. you could tell she was seconds way from ripping her hair out of her head, and you, well you were barely hanging on yourself.

working two jobs in hawkins while living at a trailer park was not what you had envisioned for yourself when you moved out a year ago to attend college. you lasted two semesters, came back home to visit your family, and then your world turned upside down. literally. a few weeks after getting settled at your old house, max confided in you that she was worried about billy. she wouldn't exactly tell you why, but you promised you'd try talking to him. you never truly cared for your stepbrother, but max, for whatever reason, had a very small soft spot in her heart for him, and you wanted to take care of your sister. he was the same asshole he'd always been when you spoke to him the next day, slamming the door in your face as he walked away in his red swim shorts and white tank top. you thought nothing more of it.

it wasn't until you got home late one night from being with your friends when you saw billy carrying bag after bag of ice to his bedroom. he looked feverish, but despite your questions, he insisted that he was fine. later that night, max ran into your bedroom, shaking and panting. she'd had a nightmare, and this was when she finally gave in and confessed to you some of the events that had happened the previous year. you learned all about eleven, a girl who had some kind of power, and the truth about what went down at the hawkins lab. it was only a matter of time before you were recruited by max's friends, and you were one of the few who knew the truth of what happened at the starcourt mall. one of the few inside the mall when the mind flayer attacked.

max had been immediately affected by the events of the night, by billy's death. she had shut down, became a shell of the person she used to be. every now and then you'd catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be, but it disappeared just as quickly as you caught it. you, on the other hand, had responded to things a little differently. after billy's death, his father left your mother. not officially declaring a divorce, but there wasn't much hope for the marriage if one spouse was in california while the other was in indiana. your mom struggled to keep her job, turning to drinking to cope with the loss of a stepson and her husband, almost forgetting that she still had two daughters to care for. you knew you couldn't go back to college after this, and so you withdrew, moved back home, and have been helping keep things afloat as much as you could. you needed to be the person max could rely on during these times, and so you kept your emotions and struggles to yourself.

usually, that wasn't an issue. you had become one of reefer rick's most reliable customers, seeking him out to buy weed whenever you could spare some of your hard-earned money. that solution worked for about half a year, and then rick got busted by the cops. you had run out of your stash a few weeks ago and were starting to see the results of not being able to smoke. your thoughts wouldn't stop running a mile a minute, and every time you closed your eyes, you saw billy. you got cranky, becoming irritated more easily, and a perpetual migraine sat at the back of your head.

on this night in particular, you had already snapped at a guest when they tried convincing you to let them take home another movie even though they already had the max out, and you shouted at officer callahan when he accidently dumped your cup of coffee out in the sink because he thought you were done with it. all you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry, but when you saw max at the table, you knew that wasn't happening any time soon. and then eddie freaking munson started to play his damn guitar when it was almost the middle of the night.

a soft march breeze flittered throughout the night, and you wrapped your oversized brown flannel around your middle as you stepped through the grass to the few stairs leading up to eddie's door. it was then that you immediately regretted coming out, only for the fact that you were wearing a tank top and shorts under the flannel. you almost turned around and went back to max, but as you started down the stairs, eddie struck a chord that made your head throb, and that was that.

"munson!" you shouted, banging a fist on the trailer door a few times. you shifted your weight, holding your flannel closed with one hand as you waited a moment before starting to knock again. "eddie!"

the incessant noise abruptly stopped and, feeling satisfied with yourself, you started to march down the wooden stairs, thinking about making some hot chocolate for you and max. you had just reached the grass when you heard the door to the trailer fling open, causing you to spin around. in the doorway stood eddie munson, wearing a white t-shirt and pair of red plaid pajama pants, leaning forward a bit as he held open the screen door. his big brown eyes found yours immediately, and you watched as a cheshire cat grin spread across his face.

"well, well, well. if it isn't miss mayfield standing at the edge of my humble abode. to what do i owe the pleasure?" he asked, moving forward on the small landing. he leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you, the grin never leaving his face. despite the breeze, you felt your face heat with a blush.

eddie munson was no stranger to you. namely, he had quite the reputation of being a freak, what with his heavy metal band corroded coffin and his supposed satan-worshipping hellfire club. you knew the later was a nothing more than a stupid fear, though, as max's friends were all involved in the club. every time you worked with steve harrington at family video, you were subjected to listening to dustin henderson speak nothing but praises for eddie himself. and you trusted dustin, had no reason to believe otherwise. you had also gone to school with eddie, though you weren't really sure he remembered that fact. he was supposed to have graduated before you, and then with you, and now, after you. you'd even had a few classes together, but you knew he spent more time not being in class than he ever did in it, so you honestly didn't really expect him to know you. even these last few months that you've lived across from him, you've never interacted with one another. just some stolen glimpses when you're arriving home and he's leaving, or vice versa.

you must admit that you did foster a bit of a crush for him when you were in the same grade, and now, with him standing above you, gazing down at you with his brown eyes, you were starting to remember exactly why you felt that way. clearing your throat, you copied his pose, crossing your arms across your chest. "i was just coming over to ask you to turn down your amp a bit, please. max has had a rough day." you weren't completely lying to him. you really did need him to quiet down otherwise you were worried your head might genuinely explode from the migraine. however, you also knew from rick that eddie also dabbled in selling drugs, and again...you were desperate.

he studied you for a moment, the sounds of crickets chirping filling the silence, before pushing himself off the doorway. he gripped the railing of the landing between his hands, leaning forward slightly, and in the glow of the streetlights you could see the silver metal of the rings adorning his fingers. "ah, max is the one having a rough day, yeah? is that why you look like you're five seconds away from bursting into tears on my lawn?" he drawled out, cocking his head to the side as he questioned you. his accusation caused your eyes to widen, and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. you were not about to lose your cool in front of eddie munson.

"let's just say we've both had a rough day, then. i'm trying to help her study for her biology exam and she can't focus with all the noise coming from here." you state, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. eddie's eyes squinted down at you, and you could see his nose scrunch as he scoffs at you.

"it's not just noise, mayfield. it's music. i'm not surprised you don't know the difference, though, considering all you do is blast bowie and fleetwood mac." you can tell by his voice that he was irritated, and you almost have to stifle a laugh. he's shaking his head slightly, his wavy hair falling around his shoulders. he sees your grin, though, and he pauses. "is something funny?" he asks, moving one of his hands up to grab a piece of his hair and twirling it in front of his face.

"you can't diss stevie nicks, eddie. that's, like, sacrilegious," you tease, your grin growing a little wider as you speak. you've always known how passionate eddie was for his music, and that was honestly something you respected him for. he wasn't afraid to simply be himself, even if this town hated him for it. eddie munson wasn't a freak, he just had unique interests that made him stand out. and in hawkins, standing out was the last thing anyone wanted to do.

eddie continues to twirl his hair around his finger for a moment before throwing his hands out wide. "oh, haven't you heard? i'm a devil worshipper, y/n. being sacrilegious is the least of my worries," he declares, taking a few dramatic steps down the stairs. he stops when he's in front of you, and you realize how much taller he is as you tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact. your fingers fiddle nervously with the buttons on your flannel, but you don't back down.

"devil worshipper or not, it's very childlike of you to be judging others for their taste in music just because it doesn't match your own. i'm not hating on you for playing metallica at all hours of the night, just simply asking you to turn it down a notch." you reply, suddenly wondering how the conversation strayed this way. and how he knew what music you liked to listen to. this was a mistake, you thought, maybe i should just take a bath instead of smoke tonight. with that decided, you gave eddie a small wave before starting to back trek to your trailer.

"you could tell that i was playing metallica tonight?" eddie called out at you from behind suddenly. with a sigh, you turned back around, catching him looking at you with an eyebrow raised. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "yes, munson, i could tell it was metallica. it's their newest song, right?" you asked, putting your hands on your hips as you stood in the middle of the gravel road. you could tell that your response shocked eddie, and it made you smile. "i don't just listen to bowie and fleetwood mac, hon."

those big brown eyes of his widened, and suddenly a smile lit up his face. "there are layers to you, mayfield. i like it," he whispered while pointing a finger at you. "you know, i've actually heard a lot about you, my lady. especially from my dear friend, rick." his grin grew even bigger with his last remark, and it was your turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't fathom why rick would talk about you to anyone, least of all eddie munson. it wasn't like rick knew everything there was to know about you, but sometimes he would let you try out a new strain of weed he had gotten, and you never could control what slipped from your mouth then. that's why you always preferred getting high in the comfort of your own bedroom.

"and are you planning on sharing what you've heard, or are you just trying to hang it over my head?" you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly. your hair fell down your face, and eddie's eyes trailed the movement, causing your face to flush as you pushed it back. he began pacing, occasionally glancing at you before leaning against the railing of the stairs, reaching behind him to hold on to the wood.

"i'm sure it's stuff you already know," he joked, winking at you as he laughed. when eddie laughs, his whole face lights up. his eyes get bright, his smile so wide that you can see the lines around his mouth curve. it's the type of reaction that makes you want to try to get him to laugh again, even if it's at your expense. you watch as he squats down, his plaid pants tightening around his thighs as he runs a finger through the grass in front of him.

"it's mostly just the basics, i guess. you dropped outta school, picked up two jobs, started being very motherly towards your dear sister. i can only imagine how stressed out you must be. makes a man wonder how you handle it all," he tilts his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you immediately understand the direction he's going with his, and it's enough to make you roll your eyes.

"eddie, if you're talking to reefer rick about me, i'm pretty sure you can imagine what i'm doing to handle my stress." your gaze is as heated as your tone, and he definitely picks up on that. he holds his hands up, frowning slightly.

"woah there, mayfield. i'm not accusing you of anything. we all need a little something now and then to take the edge off. your secret is safe with me," he tosses you another wink, and you push down the wave of butterflies it sends to your stomach. you really should be going back inside, back to max. she's probably wondering what's taking you so long. and yet for some reason, you can't seem to feel the urge to actually want to leave. surprisingly, you like talking to eddie. there's something about him that's so disarming, and there's a part of you that wants to sit on the grass next to him and talk to him until the sun rises.

you watch as he stands back up, wiping his hands off against his pants. "in fact," he continues, giving you a glance before moving to jump up the steps. "i think you could use a little something right now. you feelin' on the edge tonight, mayfield?" he asks, almost softly, gazing down at you with his big eyes. his tone is teasing, but his eyes show how genuine he is in asking that. how much he actually does care. it's his eyes that essentially bring down your walls, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around your middle and nodding slightly in response.

"just a bit," you whisper, feeling tears burn in your eyes suddenly. too many emotions were swelling up inside you, and you felt close to breaking down, which was an unexpected turn of events for you. usually, you're able to push down these feelings until max was asleep. you'd go through the motions of getting ready for bed, but instead of heading to your bedroom, you would escape outside and sit on the stairs leading up to your front door. you would cry until you simply couldn't, and then you'd tuck your knees up under your chin and hug yourself until you felt strong enough to go back inside. you always figured the night was the safest time do let go, the time when no one else would notice you breaking down. but the look in eddie's eyes have you wondering if you've had an audience some nights.

his gaze is soft, and he has the smallest of smiles on his face, more sympathetic than anything else. he holds up a finger, muttering "one second," before dipping back into his trailer. you use this time to blow out a loud sigh, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your flannel and trying to make yourself seem like less of a mess. you can hear a few things being knocked over or dropped in the trailer, and you walk to the bottom of the stairs, concerned. "eddie?"

he bursts out of the door quickly, nearly tripping on the doorstep. his hair flies behind him as he gathers his balance. he makes his way towards the step in front of you, grinning, and when he's near you, he holds out his hand. you see a small baggie nestled in his palm, and the urge to grab it hits you hard, but you restrain yourself. in all your desperation, you forgot a key factor needed to make this a done deal - money. just yesterday you spent what you had left of your two paychecks on helping with the electric bill and getting groceries for the three of you. what little savings you had in your account was saved back for max, in case she needed anything.

looking up, you give eddie a small smile but start to shake your head. "i really appreciate the gesture, but i... i can't really afford to buy this right now. thank you, though." at your response, eddie simply laughs and reaches down to grab your wrist. he brings your hand up and drops the baggie into your own palm dramatically, curling his fingers over yours so that you’re holding it in your fist now. you watch him with furrowed eyebrows the entire time, confused.

"no charge, mayfield. knowing that i helped you get back from the edge is enough for me, alright?" he says quietly, still holding your hand within his own. the two of you stand like that, frozen in time, for a moment before his gaze lifts over your shoulder. a grin encompasses his face, and he turns his eyes back on you. "i'd ask if you wanted to come in, but it looks like someone is waiting for you back there." he nods his head in the direction of your trailer, and you turn your head to look, catching a glimpse of max in the window before the curtain closes quickly. you can't help but laugh, and when you turn back to eddie, his eyes are locked on your hand in his.

when he realizes you're looking at him, he clears his throat and drops his hand away, shoving both of his into the pockets of his flannel pants. the action makes you blush, and in a sudden act of bravery, you tilt up on your tiptoes, leaning forward to press a small kiss against eddie's cheek. "thank you, munson."  the smell of smoke and his aftershave fills your nose as you pull away, and you start to back away slowly from the landing. eddie's head turns, and he blinks slowly, almost sleepily, and gives you one of his grins. you don't even bother trying to suppress the butterflies again.

"don't be a stranger, mayfield." he calls out at you as you make your way back to your trailer. when you reach your door, you turn back around, noticing that eddie was waiting for you to make it back. giving him a small wave, you finally head back inside, hiding the little baggie within your sleeve so that max wouldn't see it. when your door is shut, you lean against it, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

if being desperate meant having more interactions with eddie munson, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be after all.

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[the-writing-mobster]

| What Do You Want? | Revised Chapter 14 Excerpt |

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With a bitter sigh, she took a long look at the letter, put the contents to memory. Do the dishes. The laundry. The animals. The plants. 

And then she ripped it in half.

Right down the middle, and nothing had ever felt so cathartic. 

But, as she turned around, she caught Sans leaning against the entrance, watching her, and she flinched. 

She quickly turned away from him with a nervous breath and shoved the two pieces of the letter in her pocket, shivering as she looked for an excuse to escape his glare. 

God, why was she so impulsive? It was like she'd never learned even after years of being beat up and spit on. If she looked in the mirror and saw her younger self staring back, would she be able to tell the difference? 

The thought made her give a wry laugh. 

"Something funny?" he murmured.

She looked at him with a hardened twinkle in her eyes. “No.” 

He sucked in through his teeth and clicked his tongue almost in disappointment. 

When he said nothing but continued to stand in the doorway, she let out a frustrated sigh.

"What is it, sir?" She asked coldly. It wouldn't be long before she would be out of their grasp. Papyrus's blessing or not.

Sans rolled his eyes and gave a sardonic grin. "Nothin… you're just interesting, I guess," he said with a shrug.

Her body went stiff and she stared hard at the chinaware displayed in a glass case.

Anything to keep herself from looking at him. 

"What do you mean by that?" She fumbled with her hands and rubbed the sides of her thigh.

What was he going to do? She couldn't tell if he was trying to apologize, trying to intimidate her or trying to… she didn't know. 

"I dunno. You're just… you're such an enigma. And I can't seem to ever put my finger on you… I didn't," he scoffed with laughter as he battled with his words. She glanced at him from under her thick lashes and he sighed. "I didn't do anything last night, did I? Because you knew when I got back and—" 

"—Oh no! No, I just, I was… I was also awake." She tried to ignore his musings about her, the implication that she was a constant topic on his mind.

It wasn't comforting.

How did he think of her? Disgusting creep. Probably either wants to fuck me or kill me. We'll be out soon.

He looked away and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. He looked nervous, like he wanted to say something but didn't exactly know how to phrase it.

Or if it was worth saying. 

"Can't sleep?"

She stared down at her feet as he tossed the question at her. 

"I guess… I mean, I haven't been able to sleep for a while."

No thanks to you asshole.

Sans sighed and nodded with understanding. "Yeah neither can I. You know what I do?" He asked as he rubbed his forehead.

I don't care. 

"What?" Frisk paced away from him, the torn list of chores burning a hole in her back pocket.

He eyed her; she was a puzzle he didn't have all the pieces to. It infuriated him... but was oh, so alluring. Why her? Of all people why was it her who confounded him so much? Left him reeling and clawing at himself for answers. 

"Well, I climb out onto the roof and look at the wishing stones. I wallow in self pity for a little bit and then I go back inside. I don't know. Maybe that's something you'd want to give a shot," he said softly.

She felt her soul flicker and she bit her lip as they stared each other down.

That dark gaze.

Those black holes that sucked her in and didn't ever let her go...

Why was he doing this?

What did he want?

She could only gaze upon the abyss for so long before she needed to come back to earth. She blinked and broke the stare. When she landed back in reality, she scowled.

"The Beatles?”

 When he shot Frisk a puzzled look, she continued, "You… last night, you came to my door, knocked, and then slipped a Beatles vinyl album underneath. And then you left," she said.

He searched his memory, but sighed with defeat when he found nothing. 

"I uh... Hah, what?” he asked with a small chuckle as he shook his head at himself. 

Frisk hid her amusement at the situation with a raise of her brows. She almost mentioned her theory about him listening to her on the interview but bit her tongue. 

Sans shrugged. “I... must've... Yeah, fuck if I know,” he said with a small scoff and Frisk nodded along. 

Yeah. Fuck if he knew. 

He eyed her, his face etched with something unknown before he gestured behind him with a jab of his thumb and a whistle. “Listen um... Thanks for stepping in there kid. Things could've uh... they could've gotten ugly. Now, I guess I should get goin.” 

She nodded curtly and waved him off. 

Watched with bated breath as he stepped into the shadows. As he tapped the wall and turned back to her. A coil of anxiety curled through her stomach like razor wire with every move he made. 

Sans gave a languid grin and nodded to her. “Hey... you should check out Snowed Inn... Don't worry about what Papyrus says," he said as he made his way to the mudroom.

Frisk's lips betrayed her when she let a smile slip past her defenses. 

“Oh? And what if I finally run away?” she asked boldly, almost to test him and see if this strange softness would shatter once his power was challenged. 

But he just chuckled softly to himself and rolled his eyes. “Well, then I guess I'd stop you, Moxie,” he teased, and Frisk felt like she was losing her mind because the usual threatening hiss of his voice was gone. 

Her lips pursed and she swayed on her heels.  "Goodbye," she called meekly. 

He did not say goodbye back. 

She told herself she preferred that. 

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Having a crush on Lucien but all he talks about is Aurora who doesn't want him. You get into an argument with him and tell him how you feel about him without thinking .

You're So Oblivious | Lucien Castle x Reader

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Aurora this, Aurora that. 1000 years and all he can think about is Aurora De Martel. We haven't even seen the De Martel family since we broke free from Elijah's stupid compulsion.

I mean 1000 years is a long time to have a crush on someone, hell I haven't even liked Lucien that long. He was a weasel when I met him, but now he's had time to grow and learn that the jester life wasn't for him.

"Y/n darling, how's the plan?" Lucien asks me from his bedroom, his plan was to find Aurora, out of all things to find he had to find her.

No doubt she was with her imbecile brother.

"I've told you, Lucien, she's with her brother." I mumble look back from the TV "Well we must find Aurora." he says walking out from his room "we must find aurora." I mock him in a whiny tone.

"stop doing that." he points to me "you could find the last white oak to stab elijah or rebekah but all you care about is finding a woman that one is betrothed to your sire, and two never even noticed you in the slightest." I mock him.

I do admit, my crush on Lucien was based a bit on jealousy of his infatuation with Aurora but I had other reasons too, he was a sweetheart when he wanted to be.

"I don't understand why you don't like Aurora." he says in his annoying british voice "and I don't understand why you do, it's been a thousand years. You'd think you'd find someone else to find the least bit attractive that isnt a Mikaelson or Aurora." I mumble standing up from the sofa.

"Y/n I can kill you easily, watch your tongue." he points to me cautiously "so you say, yet I still stand her Lucien. She doesn't love you." I say agitated "you're in a modd." he says "martini?" he asks walking towards his bar.

"I want you to listen to me loud and clear Lucien." I yell "She doesn't love you, she'd kill you if she pleased but shes using you, she doesn't truly love you." I continue "what like you do?" he scoffs "YES I DO" I yell.

"But after a long time you can't get your head out of Aurora's asshole." I spit at him before barging out of the door "I'll find her and kill her myself" I yell pressing the elevator button aggressively.

"You what?" Lucien said and I spin around "What do you have another problem, Lucien?" I ask him in a faux polite tone "You do realise what just came out of your mouth right?" he words echoed in my mind.

"I thought I said that in my mind." I clear my throat, now pressing the elevator button even more hoping the doors open before the words hit him just as much as they hit me.

His jaw drops, still not saying anything "the elevator doesn't work for the next hour." Lucien cleared his throat "you know what maybe Aurora does love you." I shrug, hating the words that came out of my mouth.

"It was just in the moment." I shrug "admit it again and i won't save her." he says taking a step closer to me and I shake my head "say it" he says.

"no, i didn't say anything." I shrug it off shoving past him .

"go save her for all i care, i told you my thoughts." I scoff going into my room.

"your thoughts, you mean your feelings y/n? how long has this been going on for?" he asks leaning against my doorframe as I fall back onto my bed.

"10 years" i whisper to myself "speak up" he says eve though he heard it.

"10 years fuck off." I throw a pillow at him and he laughs "quite hard to believe given you've never been nice to me." tossing the pillow back "that's why i stuck by your side when your own sire wanted you dead." i scoff to him nodding.

"interesting" he hums "of course it is" i roll my eyes.

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[crmsnmth-journal]

3/8/2024 10:23 PM

I hate getting to the end of a TV series that I enjoy. I always drag out the last few episodes, because for a week or two, the characters became my comfort. A weird friendship and kinship develops, and when the shows over, it feels like I'm saying goodbye to someone, and I hate goodbyes. Tonight, I said see you later to Raising Hope and am now watching Scrubs. Because I'm problematic in my humor. I can see my aging with what's in my list. It's all crappy comedies from the same era. And with the same kind of humor in each one. My one predictable trait.

Work sucked tonight. But I guess it sucks most nights. Sherry was on her game of not listening to a word I said. So it was constant waste on almost every call. If she'd just call back, we wouldn't have the problem, but she hears me rattle off a ticket, and just immediately grabs for stuff. You'd think that'd be a great idea, but when you do that, you forget what you need. Especially when we're straddling being in the weeds and service going down. I have too much pride in what I do. I've been doing it a very long time, a very long time. I've only had two jobs that weren't kitchen, and neither of those lasted for every long. But the kitchen is home. I may hate the place I work right now and that's mostly because of coworkers, and maybe that's just my cynical attitude. I don't know. If it is because of that, then I need to recognize the problem and not be such an asshole. Something about old dogs learning new tricks.

Sunday I'm bleaching half my head again. The inch-long new growth looks really grungy right now. Shauna's hopefully actually going to come. She was supposed to on Thursday, but my paster meeting ran long and she just didn't seem like she wanted to drive all the way out to my place. I don't blame her. It's a pretty good distance. So Sunday.

I'm still trying to figure out the point of this, and my other two projects. I mean, the book, i know why I'm writing that. It has to be done. I need to share my life, and to take my responsibility. And since I'll never get closure on so much of it, this is my forced way to get it. The poetry I've been writing every day all day since high school. It's the reason I failed so many classes. I preferred to write. I want to know why I suddenly woke up and just decided to start sharing again. Same with this odd little journal. Which I will say, since I've turned it to this, and not a traditional paper/pen (i mean I still write in that, but that's for very private things), I've been pretty good at writing in it everyday. I'm kind of leaning that the reason is I need to actually re-find myself. After ***** led to me fully destroying everything about myself, followed right after with ******* destroying anything that was left, it's time I reached in. It's been almost four years since ******* pulled her final card and took down my entire life. I think that's long enough to wallow in self-pity.

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[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 33

*Warning Adult Content*

- Maddox -

Eight Years Ago

I splash cold water on my face and then raise my head to look at myself in the mirror, not recognising the person that was looking back at me anymore, this person looked pathetic and weak.

I looked like shit, again, all because of that fucking asshole throwing a bottle at my head.

Pixie was going to kick my ass once she saw my face.

There was no way I could go to the hospital and pay for this and I've learned enough to know that once the police start showing up, it'd only get worse when they leave, who knows how long I'd have to crash on friends couch this time.

Without Pixie, I really would've killed that man who calls himself my dad, long ago but because one day I want to marry that girl, I have to stay strong and stay out of prison long enough to land myself something big and get the hell out of this place.

Fighting, my whole life has been one big fight, it's in my blood and if I have it my way, it'll be the last thing I do when I die, it's all I've ever known and it's all I've ever wanted to do.

Make it big, make money for Pixie and give her the life she's always wanted, take her out on a proper date, none of this cardboard pizza shit, a real date, it's the least I could do for everything she's done to me.

Then maybe, just maybe, I could get her the help she needed and we'd be a family.

I knew it was wishful thinking, Pixie was her own woman and wouldn't let me hold her down and while she encouraged me to be free, she held a grip on me nobody else had.

Once I left my rundown house, I jog out to my backyard and climb the fence that separated my yard to Pixies, I knew she'd be home because her folks weren't here but down at the bars getting drunk with my old man.

Her house was disgusting, with food that had been left out for weeks and bottles half filled with something that definitely wasn't alcohol, as it had a strong stench coming off from it.

Today could be the day it all ended, today I could take her away from all this and finally we'd both be free.

I found Pixie in her bedroom and when I laid my eyes on her I stomped over to her and whacked away what she was holding in her hand.

"W-What?" her wide eyes land on me, then the needle on the floor. "What the fuck did you just do, you asshole."

Pixie stands up from her bed and slaps me hard across the face, with a face I've seen so many times, before her sour face turns soft and she looks at me with guilt in her eyes as she reaches out and presses her palm to my cheek.

"I-I'm sorry Maddox... I didn't mean to, I just need it to feel better, my head hurts..." she said softly to me as I moved her hand away from my face.

"You said you'd stop, you promised me Pix," I sigh, as she grabbed hold of my t-shirt, desperation in her eyes before they turn hard and serious as she looks at my face.

"What happened to your face?"

I shove her off me and step back, then I run my fingers through my damp hair.

"It's nothing, I handled it."

"As soon as I get the call, I don't have to put up with that low life anymore, I can finally get us out of here, Pixie." I said to her, as she looks at me with furrowed brows.

"What do you mean?"

What does she mean, what do I mean?

"I told you, that I was scouted and all I need to do is wait to see if they really want me, then I..."

"You'll leave me?" her voice came out cold, as I froze and looked at her face, cold and stoic.

"No." I force out, moving to kneel in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed, holding her hands in mine.

"I'm taking you with me, just like we always dreamed about. If I get this chance, I can take you away from here, nobody will ever hurt you again, I can finally protect you and get you help." I said, pressing my lips to her knuckles.

Pixie pulled her hands back, making me look up at her in confusion, she looked down at me with a look I couldn't place, before she moved back on the bed to move past me.

I watched her as she picked up the needle on the floor that I whacked from her hands, and then she walks over to her bed to sit against the headboard, that's when she starts laughing and shaking her head, like what I said was funny somehow.

"Maddox, do you think I'll let them take you away from me?"

Her words sent chills down my spine as she began smiling at me sweetly, her bright blue eyes never leaving mine as she looks at me but not with love but something completely different.

"You go and fight... I'll never be only yours, all these bitches will take you away from me and I'm not going to let that happen," she said, deathly serious, as she dropped the needle on her bed and started crawling over to me.

"You need me," she said slowly, until her hands reached the hem of my jeans, her fingers moving to undo the buttons of my jeans.

"Stop it."

This felt different, she wasn't in her right mind.

"You need help, Pixie."

I grab her hands, stopping her from undoing my pants.

She glares up at me and then goes for my pants again, until I push her away from me, she falls back on her bed and I take a step back, breathing heavily.

"Help...? You don't... want me anymore," her eyes started to fill with tears as I felt my gut twist, as I hated to see her cry.

"I thought you wanted a baby with me but you're just going to leave me, everyone always leaves me."

What the hell was she even saying?

"You know that's not true, Pixie..."

"Fuck you, I won't let you leave me, Maddox, you don't get to leave ME," she suddenly says, getting up from her bed and grabbing the nearest object from the bedside table and throwing it at me.

"You liar," she screamed, grabbing something else and throwing at me. "Liar, liar, YOU LIAR."

I could take this much, it wasn't her first meltdown I've experienced and I knew it wouldn't be the last, so I took it all because it didn't matter what she said, I'd always...

"Y-Your dad was right, you are a fucking nobody," she laughed out, maniacally before stumbling backwards, until her back hit a wall.

My dad?

What the fuck was she doing anywhere near him?

"What are you saying?"

"He never lied to me, he said you'd leave me," she giggled, before coughing, her grin and look on her face making me feel sick.

What was she saying right now?

I couldn't listen to this when she was like this...

"You're high..." I swallowed hard. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Don't I?" she tilted her head, looking at me with those wide, beautiful blue eyes I fell in love with.

This wasn't Pixie, this was somebody else talking to me right now because the Pixie I knew wouldn't say something just to hurt me.

"Your dad... and me... I give him what he wants and I get what I want," she chuckled, hinting at the drugs and alcohol.

Shut up... don't say anything else.

"He was there for me, when you left me... and for what? For some dream that will never come true because you're nothing, you're a nobody, just like me."

"Stop it," I pleaded, my fists clenching hard as I felt every muscle in my body feel as though it was on fire.

She was just saying this to hurt me, she'd never do something like this to me, she knew who he was and what he's done to not only me but to my mom, the same very thing her parents did to her.

Pixie just needed time to get better, then things will be better, I have to believe it.

"I love you... I really love you Maddox but you're just... you don't understand how much I love you and that's your problem," her voice started shaking, as she slowly started walking closer to me until she stood directly in front of me. "I-I'm sorry alright, let's just go..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I hear my front door slam from Pixies bedroom that faced my house, which could only mean one thing and it couldn't have been more perfect timing.

He's back.

This... girl, she really thought I'd go anywhere with her now, after what she's just told me, not in confession but out of spite or jealously, I didn't care which one.

I thought she loved me but this isn't love... this is sickness.

"You fucked my dad..." I couldn't believe it, after everything I have done for her, just being near her right now made me stick to my stomach and the touch of her skin made me feel dirty.

Her face went stoic as she realized that I wasn't forgiving her this time and that I was done because I was, she had finally done something so bad that I couldn't even look at her anymore.

"After what you've done... you think I'd ever want to touch you again?"  I swallow hard, my saliva like acid to my throat. "Fuck you. You... disgust me." I said, not recognising my own voice anymore, as I turned around and left her room, my chest clenching painfully with each step I took.

I felt stupid, so incredibly stupid to think that I could have it all, to have true love and my happy ever after with the person I loved most in this world, the person that made everything I lived through worth it.

"M-Maddox n-no... please..." I heard Pixie run after me, as I slam her front door shut and head back over to my half-timbered house, where I knew he would be. "Baby please don't leave... please just talk to me, we can work this out."

I had never felt such pain, loss and betrayal in my entire life, not when my mom left me here with this lowlife piece of garbage and not when he first laid his hands on me, no... this was like nothing I've felt before.

"MADDOX, PLEASE... COME BACK," I heard her voice, her fucking voice, that felt like nails inside my head.

Nothing mattered anymore, all I knew was that I wanted to kill him and I wanted him to feel what I felt, what I had been feeling all these years, while he was fucking my girlfriend behind my back.

I kicked in my front door and found him where he always sat, in his chair in front of the TV with a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, dressed like how he always was, with his hair slicked back with a baseball cap on.

"Boy, do you want to get smacked again? Slamming my fucking door like you own the God damn place," he said, putting hit bottle down and standing up as he bends down and reached for the baseball bat he kept by his chair. "Ha..."

Seriously... today is just the worst.

I don't let him get another word in, as I raised my fist and punched him straight in the face, knocking him back as I kept raising my fist and hitting him, over and over again, until I felt my hands go numb.

It wasn't until someone pulled me back that I saw what I had done to him, everything was a haze and the room was spinning, I could hear my heart hammering away in my ears as I looked down at my hands covered in blood.

I knew the police had shown up and they were arresting me for assault, I could hear them but the words didn't reach my ears as I stared at what I had done, my dad's face unrecognizable as his lifeless body laid still.

The last thing I see and hear before the police drag me away was Pixie, screaming at me at the top of her lungs, screaming 'liar, liar, you liar' as the police put be in the backseat of a police car, with my hands cuffed and the sound of my phone ringing in my back pocket. 

As I sat in the backseat of the police car, I swore I'd never fall in love with anybody ever again because if this is what love did to you, I didn't want it, I wanted to be numb and never love anyone ever again, for as long as I live my miserable life.

[fandoms-writings]

This is Home

Pairing: Modern!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You’ve moved back to your hometown and reconnected with Bucky Barnes, and your old friends. But your past has followed you across the country.  Part 2 to Sundaes and Barbecues

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: 18+ Only MINORS DNI Smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe in real life please people), fluff, a wild asshole appears, cursing, protective Bucky. 

A/N: This is my first time writing and sharing smut, I’m actually really nervous about it lol

Bucky Masterlist || Main Masterpost

Letting Bucky back into your life brought an enormous amount of love and adoration and happiness into your life that you had been missing for years. As the weeks passed with him at your side, you started to find yourself again. You two took things slow, and he'd begun to figure out who you were now, just as you did. He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could, but you also wanted to learn who you were without him nearby all the time, so the two of you came up with routines together. 

The weekdays were when you were more solely focused on your work, but Bucky managed to sneak himself into some of your nights by either bringing you dinner or cooking it himself while you sat at the table with your laptop. The nights you wouldn't allow him over, he'd call you when you were finished with your work for the night and he'd spend hours on the phone with you. Friday nights were reserved for date night - per Bucky's adamant request. He would take you out to dinner, whether it be fancy or not, then he'd either take you to a movie, or you'd go back to your house and watch a movie while cuddled on the couch. 

You tended to lean towards the latter option for movies because the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms was too good to pass up for cheap theater seats. The movies at home tended to end up forgotten when he'd start trailing his fingers over your legs before he'd turn to give you what was only meant to be a short, chaste kiss but would always turn into more. 

Saturdays you would go to the garage with him and he'd invite a few friends over from your high-school and college days. You'd catch up with people, reigniting friendships you thought you'd lost for good. After a handful of weekends at the garage, you started making plans with Natasha and Wanda so your Saturdays quickly turned into girls' days. And though Bucky was a little bummed that you weren't spending the day with him anymore, he was happy to see you start to smile more, laugh more, and be more comfortable and confident again.

Sundays were supposed to be your chore and errand day, when you'd do your grocery shopping and pick up the house from the past week's events, doing laundry to prepare for the week ahead of you. That didn't last long though, Bucky had convinced you to let him help with the chores and shopping trips and you'd get everything done in half the time. Then he'd always convince you to take the rest of the day as a lazy day where he'd snuggle you in bed for hours. He'd smother you in loving kisses and longing touches that left you craving for more even as he gave more to you. 

Bucky hadn't necessarily moved in with you, but he had enough items at your place that anyone who saw would think he had. He had his stuff in your bathroom next to yours - toothbrush, deodorant, body wash, cologne, and shampoo, though he tended to prefer your shampoo over his own. He had enough clothes to fill two drawers in your dresser, but you didn't mind. You would often go to bed wearing one of his shirts when he wasn't spending the night with you, the scent of him wrapped around you tended to help you sleep a little better.

Work was going well for you, extremely well. Pepper loved what you did for her, and you were helping them prepare to move to the company to the city, though she agreed that you could do most of your work from home. She did mention how she'd miss having you around the office though so you promised her you'd come into the office one out of the five days of the work week. 

You were on your way home to your dinner date with Bucky - he had a key and was already cooking - where you'd tell him all about your work news, but you were nervous. The last time you two talked about you moving up in your career, you had to move across the country and it didn't end well. Granted, that wasn't what was happening this time, there was still a part of you where your anxiety bubbled up when you thought too much about it. It also made you think of when you were with Billy, specifically how he would pretend to be happy for you, but he would later turn it into an argument the second he got the chance. Claiming that you loved your job more than him, that you'd be willing to leave him for it. He was wrong at the time, and he knew it, but the control he had over you in those moments was what drove his harsh words. 

You pulled up to your house, the lights on inside and you couldn't help the small smile that crept up your lips. You knew Bucky would be waiting for you on the inside, your dinner almost done if not already placed on the table. 

You took a moment to gather your nerves before walking inside, the smell of spaghetti hitting you like a wall as the warmth from the house wrapped around you. You shut the door behind you, locking it before hanging your bag. 

"Hey," His voice was soft as he emerged from the short hallway leading to the kitchen. He had a small towel he was drying his hands with. He gave you a smile before he wrapped his arms around your torso, you reaching up around his neck. You sighed, the warmth from his arms almost too much combined with the heat of the house and your sweater, but you couldn't tear yourself away from him. Not yet. His hold on you gave you a sense of security and made you feel loved. Just from a simple embrace. But you knew he either felt some sort of the same way, or he knew you too well because he never let go before you did. 

You pulled back before leaning up and kissing his cheek, following him to the kitchen to find the table already set, dinner ready to be served, and two glasses of wine already poured. Your heart swelled at the sight, he was always so good to you. There was even a small vase with your favorite flowers stuffed inside. 

Your dinner was somewhat quiet, and you knew he could tell something was off, but he chose until you were both done with your food to say anything. You were putting leftovers in a container while he wiped down the kitchen when he paused, looking up at your back as you clipped the lid closed. 

"You've been quiet tonight," He stated, his voice just above a whisper. You sighed as you turned to place the serving dish in the sink. "Is something wrong?" 

You glanced at him, he was leaning against the island, a cleaning rag being folded in his hands as he watched you with a careful demeanor. "No. . . not exactly." You turned the hot water on, soaking the dish before you cut the sink off and turned to actually face him, leaning across the island. 

"Then what's going on in that head of yours?" He asked as he tossed the rag to land in the sink before crossing his arms over his chest. You were silent for a moment, trying to reign in your thoughts and your anxiety before opening your lips to answer, hoping he wouldn’t jump to conclusions. 

"Stark Industries is moving," You started, glancing up to see him still just watching with worry in his gaze, "to the city about an hour down the highway, depending on traffic," You took a deep breath in through your nose, releasing it harshly. "I got offered to go with them, to move again." It left your lips in a mutter and you could see the way he tensed as you watched his arm next to you. 

A beat of silence with tension so thick it was suffocating passed before he cleared his throat. "Well, are you gonna go?" You whipped your head to see him now watching the tile under his feet. When you didn't respond, he looked up at you through his dark lashes, steel blue eyes staring so softly into your own. You could see the hesitancy, the sorrow at the mere thought of you leaving again. But this wasn't like last time. He wasn't upset, he was willing to let you go again if that made you happy. 

Suddenly, you were kicking yourself for ever thinking that this conversation would go even a fraction in similarity to the ones you'd had with Billy. Bucky wasn't him, he was caring and understanding and wouldn't hold you back. If anything, he'd push you to go, he'd push you towards your goals, just as he did all those years ago. 

"No," Your voice was no longer a whisper, gaining the confidence that his calmness had granted you, "I'm staying." His cautious and sad demeanor immediately fell and was replaced by confusion, his brows furrowing together. 

"What?" You gave him a small smile before standing up straight again, stepping in front of him and pulling his arms from across his chest and setting his hands on your hips. 

"I'm staying, Bucky. I'm gonna work from home four days out of the week, and the other one, I promised Pepper I would drive to the office to spend time helping her." You laced your fingers behind his neck, your thumbs rubbing small circles across his short hair. 

"Why aren't you going? It's only an hour, it's not like you'd be far," He asked, though you could tell he was having a hard time containing his smile.

"Well, there's a certain someone here who I'd rather stay with," You whispered as you leaned in, your lips just a breath from his. His eyes flicked from yours to your lips before they flicked back up. 

"Oh yeah?" His breath was hot against your face and you welcomed it with a smile, "And who's that?" You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as your smile widened. 

"Oh, just this handsome mechanic I used to know years ago," You whispered as his grip on your hips tightened. 

"Just handsome?" He teased, drawing a giggle from you before you brushed your nose against his. 

"Among other things," You muttered before finally closing the gap. His lips molded to yours in a hungry kiss, his scruff from his chin and upper lip scratching your skin in a sinfully delicious way. One of his hands reached up to wrap around the back of your head while the other moved up to splay across your lower back, pulling you as close as he could get you. His tongue lightly swept across your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance that you granted immediately. 

A low needy groan left his lips when you pulled away only a second later, but when he saw the glint in your eyes, he couldn't stop the smirk that turned up his lips. He allowed you to slip from his grasp before you took his hand in yours, pulling him from the kitchen and leading him up the stairs to your room. 

The second you were both through the doorway, his lips were on yours again as his hands slid under your shirt, his warm palms leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as they made their way up your back. He pulled your shirt over your arms when you raised them, leaning his head down into your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin. Your fingers tugged at his shirt as the back of your knees hit the bed. He reached up with one hand, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off as you sat on top of the comforter, your fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans. 

He helped get them and his boxers off once he was done with his shirt. He followed you up the bed as you pushed yourself up towards the pillows, his hands supporting his weight as he hovered over you with his legs between yours. He didn't follow you all the way up the bed though. Instead, he stopped halfway there before his hands traced patterns along your side, stopping just above the waist of your pants. His eyes locked with yours as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your jeans and you lifted your hips so he could pull them off of you. He tossed them to the floor before he was on his stomach in between your legs, leaving small kisses on the insides of your thighs before putting his tongue where you needed it. 

Every gasp and moan and whimper that left your lips only spurred him on further. He reached up and laced your fingers together with his left hand as his right held your hips down. He didn't move away when a high pitched moan left your throat as your release caused you to grip his head with your thighs. He only pulled away after your legs relaxed, climbing back up to lock his lips with yours. A groan rumbled through his chest when you hummed, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

Your nails scratched down his back, gripping him and pulling him closer as he slid into you. His pace started slow and deep as he let you adjust to him while he whispered sweet words against the skin of your neck. His own moans would mix with yours as he picked up his pace, one of his hands sliding down to lift your hips just enough to hit the spot that pulled the most sinful noises out of your mouth. He knew you were close again, the small almost silent chant of his name falling from your lips like a prayer giving you away. His hand moved from under your hips so he could use his thumb to circle your bundle of nerves while reminding you, "I got you, honey, let go for me. I've got you," as the coil inside snapped. His pace faltered as your body gripped him like a vice and your hands tugged at his hair and a broken groan was gritted through his teeth as he reached his own peak. 

He fell on top of you, smothering you in everything that was him. His heavy breaths fanned against your skin as he left a trail of soft kisses up and down your neck and across your chest. His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. His chest pressed to yours so you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. 

Once both of your hearts were beating at a normal pace and you were both breathing regularly again, he pulled out of you and went to your bathroom, coming back with a damp rag. His touches were gentle as he cleaned you up, tracing your skin and pulling soft giggles from you when he would hit a particularly ticklish spot. When he was done, he threw the rag in your dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room and laid back down, holding his arms open for you to settle in his hold.  

When you settled against him, head on his chest with your arm and leg thrown across him, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket up to keep you warm. His chin rested against the top of your head and he sighed when you squeezed him into you. 

"You know you don't have to stay for me right?" He asked, his voice cutting through the settled silence. 

Your head popped up as you propped yourself up to lean over him. He reached up and pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes and let his hand linger on the side of your neck as he smiled up at you. "I'm not going anywhere, Bucky. Not again," You leaned down to press a light kiss to his nose and then one to his lips before telling him, "This is home. It always will be." 

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"If you need a ride home, call me okay?" Bucky said as you were grabbing your purse from its spot on the coat rack by your door. It was Saturday night and that meant a girls night out with Wanda and Natasha. Bucky would always stay at your house for a little while after you left, making sure it was all locked up before he'd head to the shop to see Steve.

"Of course," You smiled, walking over to where he sat on your couch, "I'll see you later." He leaned up for your goodbye kiss, placing his hand on your cheek in an attempt to keep your lips on his for just a second longer. There was the beep of a horn outside that reminded you they were waiting for you. "I gotta go, Buck." You chuckled against his lips, earning a sad groan in response before he let you go. He got up from his seat on the couch and followed you to the door, watching you make your way to Nat's car where she and Wanda were waiting for you. He waved before you took off, giving you that show stopping smile of his that always seemed to make butterflies erupt in your stomach no matter how many times you saw it. 

The three of you got to the small dive bar, booths along the walls and small tables spread across the floor. The bartender knew all of you by name, it being one of the only two small dive bars in town, and he also knew exactly what you all would order. It wasn't your first time there, going to the dingy little bar had started to become a habit for your girl nights out. 

You and Wanda slid into one of the small booths while Nat picked a song on the old jukebox in the corner before picking up your ready drinks and sliding in next to you. You told them about Stark Industries and their offer to let you work from home. Wanda told you about her brother's plan to come visit in the next few weeks and how she was excited for him to meet Vis. Nat was in the middle of telling your group how she had picked up a side job teaching ballet to younger girls when a laugh cut through the air, making you freeze. 

You knew that laugh, that hollow laugh that you once thought held light and love but was really only filled with possessiveness and hatred. You stopped listening to the conversation going on around you as you peered around Wanda's head. There he was, leaning against the bar and chatting up the waitress. How did he find you? Why was he here? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? 

You'd never told him the town you grew up in, so how would he have known where you were? It didn't make sense no matter how long you thought about it. The only thing you could conclude was that he was looking for you and had found you. Suddenly, Wanda leaned back into your line of sight, snapping you out of your daze. 

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." She asked, a tiny smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. You took a wavering breath as you tore your eyes from hers and looked down at your drink, nodding. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing looks before looking back at you. 

"C'mon, don't lie to us. We can tell something's wrong," Nat whispered, "You don't have to tell  us what it is, but don't tell us you're fine, cause you're clearly not." her hand fell to rest on your forearm, drawing your attention up to her eyes. 

You sighed, taking a glance back at the bar to see Billy was no longer there, and your brows furrowed. You went to speak up, to tell them who you had seen, but you were cut off by a man's voice that made ice run through your veins. 

"Good evening, ladies," He drawled and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. the very sound of his voice sent a chill through you, spreading from the base of your neck out to your finger tips and down to your toes, your muscles tensing in his presence. 

"Uh, hello," Wanda looked up at him standing over your table and you noticed the look of recognition flash in her eyes, "Can we help you?" 

"I'm afraid the only one who can help me is your friend who won't even look at me," His smug tone as he gestured to you ignited something in you, but it wasn't fear - it was indignation. He had treated you so unfairly your whole relationship, and when you get the courage to leave him, he comes to find you? And he has the audacity to be smug? 

Something snapped in you, something changed and you weren't going to take that anymore. Maybe it was the fact that you’d had time away from him and saw him for who he really was or maybe it was the liquid courage running through your veins - but whatever it was, you were going to hold on to it with everything you had.

Your head whipped to look at him, a fire in your eyes that his brows scrunching in confusion at your determined look, "You know my name. You can use it. I'm right here." You deadpanned. The girls looked between the two of you, unsure of if they would need to step in. 

"We need to talk, (Y/N)," He said, his face dropping into an angry stare. 

"So talk." You were un-moving in your seat and you had no intentions on giving him what he wanted, whatever it was. 

"Here? In front of your. . . friends?" He sneered the last word, he never did like you having friends, but you wanted to hold your ground. You didn't want to have this conversation away from people you knew. You looked to Wanda and Nat, having a silent conversation with them. You knew that if you did grant him the courtesy of privacy, they would be right around the corner, ready to help if you needed it. 

"Fine." You crawled out of the booth, leaving your purse with the girls, and pulled on your sweater before leading him outside. 

"You need to come home, now." He said the second you were out of the door. You spun on your heel, narrowing your eyes at him. 

"I am home, Billy. This is my home." His jaw clenched as he stepped closer to you, stopping just inches away from your face. 

"No, it's not. Your home, your place, is with me." He gritted through his teeth. You breathed in through your nose harshly before speaking. 

"It's not. I left you, Billy. I left. I gave you the divorce papers. We both signed them. That's it." He backed up only a step as he chuckled darkly. 

"I thought you'd be done with your little fantasy by now, sweetheart. It's time to come home. That's final." He said as he grabbed your arm, his grip like iron as he tried to pull you down the sidewalk, but you planted your feet. 

"I'm not leaving," You said as you tried to pull your arm from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He gave your arm another tug but you were unmoving. He whipped his head back to you, again stopping just inches away from your face. 

"Let's. Go. Now." He sneered at you, his face flushed from anger. 

"No." You glared back, silently daring him to do something. He'd never laid a hand on you, too scared of getting caught if he did. But standing outside the bar in your hometown where everyone knew you, you wanted him to try. You wanted him to lose his cool, to lose his temper. If he did, the whole town would have his head and you knew it, but he didn't. 

"You think that because I let you have a few months of space that you can tell me no?" His eyes were wild as they looked over you, "Where'd all the courage come from, huh?" 

"Space? That's what you've tricked yourself into thinking this is?" You asked, ripping your arm out of his grasp finally, "Well, news flash, Billy - we're done. Done. Over with. Divorced for fuck's sake. You signed the papers!" in the middle of your shouting, you missed the sound of an engine pulling up before it cut off, followed by quick heavy footsteps. 

"You little -" 

"You don't wanna finish that sentence." Most of your anger dissipated when you heard his voice. Bucky. You glanced to the window behind you and saw Nat and Wanda watching you, Wanda raising her phone, silently telling you she called him. You gave her a small smile before turning your attention back to the two men in front of you. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Billy snapped as Bucky pushed you behind him, his tall stature and broad shoulders easily hiding you from view.  

"Does that matter? She clearly doesn't want you around. You should go home." Bucky said, his voice even and calm. But you could see the tension in his neck and shoulders.

"I would like to, but you're hiding my wife behind you." Billy smirked when Bucky looked over his shoulder at you in confusion. You stepped around Bucky. 

"I'm not your wife anymore, asshole. We're divorced. I don't know how else to get it through that thick skull of yours." You shoved a pointed finger into his chest, pushing him back, "You can't come here and expect me to follow you like a lost puppy back to New York. This is my home, and I'm not leaving." You watched as his nostrils flared and his eyes flicked between you and Bucky standing right behind you. 

He stood silent, seething in his own anger for a moment before he huffed. "Fine. But don't come crawling back. You'll never find someone like me." He smirked, but it was wiped off his face at your next words. 

"There's a million people like you, and I don't intend on finding any of them." You laced your fingers with Bucky's before dragging him inside the bar, leaving Billy with his eyes wide on the sidewalk. The second the door closed behind you, Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look up at him. 

"You okay?” He asked, his hushed tone making it so no one but you could hear him. You smiled, a weight lifted from your shoulders. 

"Yeah," You laughed, "I'm really good." You grabbed his wrist and walked him over to the table where Wanda and Nat were waiting for you. The second you sat down, they started telling you how they couldn't believe Billy had the nerve to show up after everything and how he had the balls to talk to you like that. They also told you very adamantly how they loved watching you put him in his place through the window. 

You felt incredibly light the rest of the night. Having had the chance and the courage to finally tell Billy off, even if you didn't tell him all the wrong things he did in your relationship. Just telling him 'no' felt like the world's weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you could actually breathe again. The past few years you had grown accustomed to the anxiety and the frustrations that came with your marriage weighing you down, but now that you were free - really free - it was like the blindfold that was covering your eyes had been removed and you could finally see clearly. 

Someone at the table told a joke, and Bucky erupted in laughter and you glanced at him with a smile. His nose scrunched before he looked at you, pure light and joy in his steel blue eyes as they locked with yours. You broke out in a smile that made your cheeks hurt and wrinkled the corners of your eyes.

Yeah,  you thought to yourself, this is home.

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Just my ultimate bias doing ultimate bias things. This is just the intro. There will be more to come. Thanks also to worldsover and EhBeeSeeDih for most excellent editing help!

Tags: TheLounge, Dreamcatcher, Gahyeon, Siyeon, Yoohyeon, other members all referenced, some unnamed male, lots of butt stuff, very light bondage, brief watersports (pee), various other kinks referenced, I just want everyone to know Gahyeon is the best human

Gahyeon observed the consistency of the lube that dripped, nice and slowly, from the fingertips of her black latex glove. She only wore the one, leaving her other hand bare. Besides the glove, all she wore was an oversized baggy tee shirt and a pair of panties that weren't her own. From behind her, the up-close-yet-distant sound of amateur porn moans reached her ears. It made her smile.

Not long after Gahyeon had revealed her desire to dominate to the rest of Dreamcatcher, she’d first been approached by Dami. Dami initially showed a similar interest in dominating others, but was equally interested in being a pet.

Gahyeon hesitated for some time, but eventually agreed to give it a try. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Dami made a pleasant, calm, obedient pet. Gahyeon never really had many ideas for commands to give to a panda, though, so perhaps her perspective was a bit skewed.

Some time later, the two got involved in a bit of role playing as well. Dami would be the prince, and Gahyeon would be one of a variety of higher-ranking royalty that Dami would then have to satisfy. Gahyeon would certainly never admit that this was one of her favorite roles to play in her escapades with her members. Mostly because it meant she received lots of massages from Dami’s delightfully delicate hands.

Dami was a grunter.

Gahyeon’s situations with Jiu and Handong were quite similar to each other in the sense that neither of them really expressed a major interest in being dominated.

Jiu was more of a standard, every day, give-and-take type of lover, but just happened to enjoy a bit of pain. Gahyeon was always happy to provide that little extra sadistic touch that would push Jiu over the edge of climax.

Jiu was a lip-biter.

Handong didn’t need a dom. She wanted somebody with a dick she could wreck herself with. Gahyeon had a growing collection of dildos and strap-ons to choose from. It was as simple as that between them.

Handong was a shouter.

Sua was, as expected, the most difficult to work with. She was a switch. But while domming, she was often excessively overpowering, demanding that her subs participate in her kinks, rather than compromising with them or catering to their desires. She had serious negotiation issues. All of which meant that Gahyeon was the go-to option when the other members wanted to be dominated.

Of course, Sua would reach out to Gahyeon to be dominated as well. But she was a bit of a back seat driver. Or a severe brat. Or uncooperative. It depended on the day. Gahyeon would often just suggest they do something less kinky. Of course, she wasn’t about to cut Sua out of her sex life entirely, given their friendship and Sua’s rocking body.

Sua was a screamer.

Yoohyeon, on the other hand, was quite the fun submissive. She was willing to try anything at least once, up to and including the most depraved acts Gahyeon could come up with. Once or twice, Gahyeon had even directed her to do some things sarcastically, but Yoohyeon complied immediately, no questions asked, resulting in both of them discovering some kinks that neither of them realized they had.

One of Gahyeon’s favorite aspects to domming Yoohyeon was her eagerness to be filmed. Gahyeon’s SD card case was an absolute treasure trove of videos. It didn’t matter if she was far from her members, because she could always count on some long-distance submission from Yoohyeon. And it never hurt to have something to watch when she just wanted to be alone and masturbate.

Yoohyeon was a moaner.

But as much fun as Gahyeon could have with those five women, Siyeon stood out from the pack as Gahyeon’s favorite. She had a hard time fully explaining the favoritism, but as far as she was concerned, it was undeniable.

Siyeon presented herself outwardly as confident, bold, even. Gahyeon expected in the beginning that Siyeon would have no interest at all in submitting to her, or anyone else for that matter. She quite literally wore the pants.

One hot summer night, however, Siyeon sheepishly asked Gahyeon to spank her. It seemed innocent enough, as far as sex acts went, but it escalated gradually. Over the course of several months, Siyeon’s outer shell melted away. She became Gahyeon’s clay to mold.

Everybody else let Gahyeon dominate them because she gave them what they wanted.

Siyeon begged Gahyeon to dominate her because she wanted to serve and please.

That wasn’t to say Siyeon wasn’t getting what she wanted out of the action of course. Just that what she wanted happened to be whatever Gahyeon wanted. It was the perfect match.

Siyeon was an instrument that Gahyeon knew exactly how to play.

The sexual activities of the members weren’t obvious to the average viewer, except some of the wild shit Sua would do, but that was easy to pass off as “girl group popularity-mandated gay bait.” Every once in a while though, Gahyeon would get the itch to break Siyeon’s façade down in public. The lightest brush of the fingertips, a sidelong glare, anything could be the trigger if Gahyeon did it with the proper intention.

She’d even gotten so bold once as to do it on live video, streaming to their fans with Jiu and Sua to either side. Siyeon nearly collapsed before Gahyeon let her go. That same night, Sua practically molested Siyeon, but Gahyeon was vindictively proud to see that it didn’t have the same effect.

Gahyeon watched as one last drop of lube fell from her fingers back into the bowl she'd poured it into for easy access. It was just viscous enough to stay on a surface, but wasn’t tacky. Rather, it was slick, as if there were no friction at all between her digits.

“How are you feeling, my wolf?”

“I-I’m excited, Gahyeon.”

Gahyeon preferred hearing her own name falling out of Siyeon’s mouth. The sound gave her a twisted sense of romance, as opposed to the supposedly traditional “Mistress” or “Ma’am.”

Gahyeon turned to look for the first time since getting lost in her thoughts. Siyeon was tied up, albeit only with the shirt and pants she had been wearing earlier in the day, rather than a rope. The knots that her sleeves formed were weak and could fall apart with the slightest force, but Siyeon was much too good of a girl for that. It wasn't her physical bonds that held her still.

There was a twinge of disappointment amidst Gahyeon’s glee at seeing that Siyeon was looking, entranced, back at her. She had, after all, dictated that Siyeon watch the video that was playing on her tablet.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Siyeon gulped nervously, but Gahyeon could see the slightest, quivering smile touch the corners of her lips. “Sorry, Gahyeon. It’s just… I think I’m extra struck by your beauty today.”

Gahyeon smiled and placed her ungloved, unlubed hand on top of Siyeon’s head, stroking her hair softly. “Oh babe. You know flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere. It’s just going to get my fingers deeper inside you. And you'd better watch out, because you're getting close to the knuckles.”

Her gentle hair stroking turned into a rough grip, which she used to turn Siyeon's gaze away, back to the tablet.

"Don't you want to learn from this video, Siyeon? I made it just for you."

"Yes, I do."

"Then you should be watching. Look, or you're going to miss the best part."

Siyeon's eyes slowly refocused themselves onto the video. It was Yoohyeon, all but limp in a full-nelson-under-the-legs hold. Whoever was holding her up, slamming their cock repeatedly up her asshole, they weren't fully visible, but it was easy to guess their identity. Yoohyeon's eyes rolled up so far, they looked like they might do a full three-sixty at any moment. Anyone viewing the video might have been concerned for her well-being if not for her dopey smile.

"See, my wolf? She's such a good little slut. Keep watching and you might learn something."

Gahyeon let go of Siyeon's head, confident she'd follow instructions this time, and reached around to feel how ready she was. As expected from her favorite toy, and the hours of teasing Gahyeon had subjected her to up to this point, she was so wet that Gahyeon could have gone swimming inside her.

Her gloved hand dipped into the lube again, then made its way down the cleft of Siyeon's ass, coating the entirety. If she didn't already have very specific plans, Gahyeon would have considered using it as massage oil and kneading Siyeon’s beautiful butt cheeks until the bright red hand prints on them disappeared.

A series of moans came from the tablet speakers again, and Gahyeon smirked at what she knew was coming next, which was Yoohyeon.

"Eyes open, Siyeon. You really don't want to miss this."

Gahyeon watched Siyeon’s fingers wiggle beneath their impromptu bonds. Yoohyeon's moans shifted into a long, guttural shout, and a stream of pale yellow liquid shot out of her. Siyeon’s butt visibly clenched.

"What a fantastic slut she is, hm? Cumming so hard from her ass being used as a fuck hole that she can't even control herself, pissing all over like an idiot."

Even from behind her, Gahyeon could sense Siyeon’s devious smile forming. "Well that's rude to say about her," Siyeon said, risking life and limb.

Gahyeon responded with a series of powerful smacks, leaving the handprints already on Siyeon’s ass glowing red, as well as a haphazard smattering of lube. "Shut uuup," she whined, "She got fucked stupid and pissed herself. You know what I mean."

Siyeon turned back over her shoulder to show Gahyeon her smile. Fresh tears flowed from her eyes. "Yoohyeon's always a fool though," she managed to joke through the pain.

One last, full-motion spank made Siyeon’s smile briefly turn into a grimace.

"Is that what you're going to do to me too?"

Gahyeon resumed her steady lubrication of Siyeon’s entire backside. "Someday, maybe. But we have a long way to go before you'll be able to experience that level of pleasure without pain. And trust me, the inside of your ass is not the part of your body where you want to be feeling pain. We'll build you up to it."

There was minimal resistance against Gahyeon’s middle finger as it slipped fully into Siyeon’s butt. Siyeon hissed and her toes curled. Gahyeon kissed her neck, shushed into her ear, and used her ungloved hand to stroke from Siyeon’s breasts down to her clit and back.

After a moment of calming down, Siyeon whispered, "If anybody can get me there, Gahyeon, it's you."

Gahyeon struggled to hold back her cutesy giggle, even though she knew that it wouldn't make her seem like less of a dom to Siyeon. "We're going to do, at most, two fingers today. I don't want you masturbating with anything bigger than that on your own, okay? It might feel like you can do more, but we're not taking any chances. Understood?"

Siyeon’s shoulders flexed and toes spread as Gahyeon wiggled her inserted finger. "Y-yes Gahyeon," she stuttered.

"Good. Now, let's practice your safe word, shall we?"

Siyeon hesitated, but relented anyway. “Apricot…”

Gahyeon slowly removed her finger. “Perfect,” she said ever-so-softly, reveling in the goosebumps rising on Siyeon’s arms. “Was that okay? Nothing hurting?”

“It was perfect.” Siyeon used the same word Gahyeon had.

“Well then, let’s get started.”

#dreamcatcher smut #kpop smut #gahyeon #siyeon

[clairecrive]

"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader

A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.

Here's their Instagram and Spotify.

Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K ish

Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.

It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.

Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.

Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.

"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision. 

"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.

They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.

They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play. 

They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses. 

They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.

After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future. 

However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.

"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."

"Of course you'd say something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.

"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."

"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

"Which is?"

"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.

"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.

"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."

"What?" 

"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"

"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.

And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.

"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.

Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure. 

"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.

Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day. 

What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders. 

"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.

As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence. 

The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment. 

She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.

Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.

She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?

He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.

"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.

"Hi," he smiled back at her.  

Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.

"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with. 

The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".

"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.

However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.

"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too." 

"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.  

Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth. 

"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess. 

He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire. 

"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.

"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.

"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"

"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n  almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.

"I'm Sirius." 

And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.

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Tagging: @seldomabsent

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black AU #muggle AU #no hogwarts #no Peter either #the marauders are in a rock band #young!sirius black #marauders #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines

[dizzyingdaze]

no seats | s.r

a scenario where you can't keep your mouth shut and steve rogers wouldn't want it any other way.

only warning is cursing

New York was somewhere you never thought you'd visit let alone live in, yet here you were. Clutching the bag of your friends coat as she shuffled her way into the busy cafe during lunch time, the worst time to be in any cafe in the city.

Women in pencil skirts exchanged pleasantries with men in dark suits, briefcases occasionally knocking off the guitar case lain against one of the long sofas a group of teenagers occupied.

The jazzy playlist was overtaken by the loud chatter of the customers, the scent of fresh toasted panini's and cinnamon buns intermingling with the raw coffee bean tones. It was chaos to be short if the screaming baby who knocked over their babysitters iced coffee, smack in the middle of the bustling building, was any indication.

Hearing a hefty sigh pass your side, a young worker grabbed a mop and placed down a wet floor sign, shooing anybody standing nearby away.

"Oh no, we're not going to get any seats I think," your friend Karolina said to you, eyeing the usual window seats taken filled up completely.

You signed in response as the line waddled forward, names being shouted out as you continued to eye all tables, eager to jump at any tables with packing bags and empty drinks.

"I'm going to shoot upstairs and check, get me a mocha?," She nodded her head in reply as you broke away from the impatient grumbles and weaved through the tables.

As you neared the end of the stairs, accidentally kicking an empty cup on the floor, you eyed a girl sitting by herself, nestled in the of the window sets. Her bag sat on one chair while an empty one sat across from her.

Eyes widening with an idea you began to walk towards her when a couple beat you there. An almost six foot boy placed his hands down on the table, garnering the attention of the lone girl.

"My girl and I need somewhere to sit and I see your cup is nearly empty. Mind moving? Thanks," He bared his teeth at her in an almost smile, the annoyed crease between his blonde brows giving him away.

His girlfriend seemed less than interested, typing out a message on her phone, only glancing up when the girl opened her mouth.

"Actually I'm waiting on somebody as I'm meant to be tutoring, I don't mind giving you one of the seats though?" She gave a watery smile, her hands beginning to slowly shake at his direct nature.

He downright glared at her response, leaning further into his hands until his face was an inch away from hers. "I was being courteous, now I'm annoyed. Move it,"

Her face flushed red at the embarrassment as his girlfriend began to giggle behind him, clearly used to his egotistical nature. Your own face flushed too but rather in anger, just who the fuck is this dick ordering around random girls?

What a huff you strode up to till you stood between the two, pushing him back with your hand you glared harshly at him as a "What the fuck?" escaped his lips.

'What the fuck yourself, who are you to tell this girl to move? Everybody here wants a seat to yet you don't seem them acting like a little child," You spat watching his neck go red at the confrontation, clearly not used to it.

He stumbled for a second finding words before shooting back "I can tell whoever I want to move especially if she's been sitting there with an empty coffee cup. I don't have to listen to any bitch trying to boss me around!" The cafe had gone quiet as he shouted out the last sentence, Karolina looking on surprised, the drinks held in her hand. She moved forward to pull you away from the scene but you didn't even budge.

"Oh I'm the bitch? That's rich coming from a dickhead picking on somebody smaller than him, tell me, do you always start throwing tantrums when you don't get what you want? Like a child?," Hearing you call him a child again seem to strike a chord in him.

His girlfriend moved to pull him back as his hand balled in a fist, Karolina whispered to you "Not again, let's go please," into your ear. But you both shared the same stubborn nature, refusing to move.

The tension rose as you just stared each other down, veins almost bulging, jaws clenched so tight they began to ache. The man pointed his finger right in your face, the thought of biting it ran through your mind. "You do not tell me what to do and I'm not a fucking child you hear me? You better learn to keep your sharp tongue to yourself and out of my goddamn affairs!" His attention shifted to the girl he had originally spoken to, her eyes beginning to tear up as he moved the finger from you to her.

Pushing him back again, outraged at the audacity he had to even speak to her again you pushed him back full force with both your hands, grounding your boots into the sticky floor. Taken aback he stumbled into his girlfriend and you swore you could see his pride take a physical hit.

Without missing a beat he rolled his shoulders and balled his fists and you did the same before two large figures stepped between you two.

"Easy there tough guy, hitting a dame the best way to win a fight you shouldn't have started?" The voice wasn't familiar but the metal fingers peeking out of the black denim jacket was, clutching the boys shoulder so hard he bent forward at it. "Let me go what the fuck-" He started before the stranger grabbed the back of his lettermen jacket and dragged him out of the shop through the back exit, the girlfriend shouting along with him as she followed them out.

The second man had bent down in front of the girl in the middle of this all, her shoulders shaking as the man whispered soothingly to her. You coughed awkwardly uncurling your fists, clocking all the eyes on you and your friend just deadpanned at you. "Don't you even try, why does your ass always have to get in the middle of other peoples business? I said, don't start!" She placed a finger over your lips as you obediently went quiet.

You could always explain later. You turned to face the man and the girl, to see how she was when you recognized who he really was. Light blue eyes stared into yours as you took in the broad shoulders and blonde hair peeking out from under his cap. You just blinked in surprise but said nothing, choosing to crouch in front of the girl who was no longer shaking.

"Are you alright?" She nodded, thanking you as she bent forward for a hug you gladly returned, albeit a bit quickly because there was so many people here. "I probably would have moved and most likely cried in the bathroom so you know, thanks for that," You grinned at her response, standing up as Karolina threw her free hand up.

"If you're not outside in the next five minutes i'm throwing your drink down the drain," She stalked out, blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as the onlookers resumed their previous activities, leaving you standing rather stiffly in front of Captain fucking America.

"I take it from your friend being annoyed, you do that thing a lot?" His lips curling up as you nodded shortly. "She's not actually annoyed at me, she'd be more annoyed if I let that twat continue to shout at her and do nothing," He chuckled at that, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as you stared at the door your friend left.

"Well don't let me hold you back but hey, Captain America approves of your social justicing! Or in the name of social justice? You get what I mean," His cheeks blushed a light pink as you giggled at his roundabout way of complimenting you.

"Yeah I'll say that next time it happens. Nice to know an Avenger approves! I'd better go..." You trailed off as he stepped to the side and sent a curt salute your way.

As he watched you saunter away Bucky, who re entered the shop from the entrance, clapped a hand on his shoulder, sighing lowly. "She reminds me of you in some weird, female way, hopefully she doesn't end up in back-alley brawls" He commented, Steve scoffed as they made their way back to the two seater in the corner of the cafe, drinks now a gross lukewarm temperature.

"Please, did you hear her? Her words alone could get a guy bleeding internally," The words slipped out and Bucky whistled at them. "Didn't know all it took was some curse words and authority to get you mushy. Yet, Natasha is a poster child for it and you couldn't care less," Bucky grimaced after sipping his hot chocolate, the once sweet warm mixture now cold and slimy on his tongue.

The other soldier slowly circled the rim of his latte, thinking of how fast you stood up to him, pointing your finger up in his face. "Nat sticks up to assholes 'cause it's her job but she did it for the sake of it. Excuse me, I am not mushy!" He sent a quick dig to his friends shin the offended's brows furrowed at the sharp pain.

"Oh yeah? You're wearing the same damn look you did when Peggy came into the pub all those nights ago. Bet you even tried to find her name on those coffee cups the blonde had," Rubbing the attacked body part, Bucky snidely remarked.

Steve said nothing in response, choosing to stare out the window next to him. He was right, your quickly scribbled name was engraved in his mind as was the white ford fiesta you had hopped in a few meters down from the cafe. Not that he was looking, of course, it was mere coincidence his eyes never seemed to leave your figure.

Mere coincidence, he thought to himself as Bucky rolled his eyes at his friends behaviour. He wondered what weird excuse Steve was going to give for the rest of the week or month it would take to run into you again.

#steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #marvel imagine

[nialltlynch]

Blue could have slapped him. She should have stabbed him. But her hands were preoccupied with a half eaten vegan cauliflower crust pizza and a raspberry lambic. Across the table, Declan just had a coffee. Laced with whiskey because of fucking course.

She'd learned a lot and matured over the past few months so she simply asked, "The fuck did you just say to me?"

"What's your deal?" Declan repeated. "In your whole court of magicians and knights thing: where are you?"

She took a diffident bite of her pizza. Truthfully Declan was already way over the offensive edge, toppling head first into the void of irreparably saying something just absolutely stupid. It was some how worse than Gansey. More than that was how little Declan seemed to care.

He sighed, knocked back the rest of his drink, and refilled it again.

"My brother is, well, you know. Parrish is a creepy little fuck. Gansey somehow turned existence into a magical whatever. So - " here Declan gestured with his mug to Blue, "what's your thing?"

"Do you seriously think we all have some kind of - I don't know - freakish ability?"

Declan shrugged. "Am I wrong?"

"You're a judgmental prick."

"Just like dad used to say. You're dodging the question."

Blue ate her pizza in silence, nose turned up. The ceilings of the Barns were so very interesting. And Declan was quiet. For a time, anyway.

"Can you read minds?"

Blue nearly choked on her pizza.

"No? I know you can't see the future." Declan snapped his fingers. "You can fly. With your witchy broomstick."

"Why are you such an annoying asshole?"

"Did my dad leave you his notes?" Declan looked unimpressed. But then he perked up. "Can you commune with the dead? Can you tell him I hate him?"

Blue stared daggers at Declan. "Absolutely."

It was hard to tell if Declan had laughed or choked at that. "It gets to you, doesn't it? It has to."

"Being magical," Blue countered with vitriol, "isn't a requirement to be around anyone. Especially not them."

Declan looked like he disagreed but didn't say anything. He sipped his whiskey laced coffee for such a long time that Blue thought she might have said the wrong thing. He was like Ronan but unlike Ronan at the same time.

"Tell me about it," he finally said. Blue was sure she misheard. And when she didn't answer, Declan started talking. "My dad used to tell us a story about a young hero who was forced to leave his home. It had happened abruptly - "

"God, shut up," Blue said. The look Declan gave her was the most venomous look she'd ever seen on anyone - Ronan included. That was interesting. He didn't take being interrupted very lightly. So the boy had some Lynch in him after all. "Your life sucks because your brother is an asshole and your dad was one too. You and me, though? we're not the same. You'd never last in my house. The fact that you're a cishet white man notwithstanding."

So she picked up a few words from Gansey. Using it against Declan made having to listen to Gansey all those times almost worth it.

"You're off on one point," Declan corrected absently. He didn't elaborate. He cupped his hands around his coffee like he was trying to burn his palms. "Go on then, tell me about it."

"My dad's not even human." She shrugged her shoulder primly, expecting declan to scoff at that. He just shrugged in reply.

"Mine was the devil. Literally."

"I come from a convent of witches. The devil that scares you doesn't exist."

"I'll drink to that." And Declan took a drink.

"He really isn't human." Blue paused and Declan waited. She looked him in the eye. "He's a tree."

"My mother was - "

" - a dream." Blue said with as much anger on his behalf that she could muster. He seemed to appreciate that.

"No, actually. My mother is decidedly ordinary. She left Niall for reasons.  Good ones.  I assume."

"No shit? So does this mean you and Ronan aren't - "

"It gets complicated. Niall remains our dad, unfortunately."

Blue took a nibble form her pizza and kicked her legs under the table. The tips of her toes barely grazed the kitchen floor.

"I make things easier. Louder. That's my power," Blue said. It surprised even her to say it out loud. Declan didn't show any sign that he'd heard her. Eventually he rolled his neck and answered.

"Sounds like a sad excuse to use you. My dad always said he would buy me a fancy new car or a new gun or whatever bullshit I 'earned' whenever I did what he asked." Declan traced the wood grain on the table. He wouldn't look at her and so Blue hadn't been sure she heard him say it at all.

"What was that?" she said in a much nicer tone than before.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Declan asked, his gaze tucked decidedly away from her.  It wasn’t what she had heard him say.

“No.”  And it was true.

The pizza was all gone, her bottle was empty. There wasn't anything for Blue to hide behind except for the little grace that Declan wasn't looking at her. This was an entirely different level of communication - of friendship? of intimacy? - that she had never ever wanted and never ever expected from Declan Lynch.

The front door opened and Adam let himself in quickly followed by Ronan, stomping loudly for no reason other than it brought him joy. Somewhere between all of this Declan had finished his drink.

"Sorry we left you with this asshole," Ronan said to Blue as he cleared a spot on the table for him to sit. He began flipping through the empty boxes of pizza. "Jesus, guess you can't have shit in this house."

Blue finally caught Declan's eye. He looked the same as ever but she gave him a knowing little smirk. Blue turned her attention back to Ronan and shoved him playfully.

"Nah, he's good. You on the other hand?"

Ronan laughed at that.  Across the table, Declan let himself smile.

#trc fic #blue sargent #declan lynch #i just want to make this crystal clear #i absolutely do not ship them romantically #at least...not in this specific scenario #arguments could probably be made #anyway #remember that time i was like #blue and declan should have interacted #well i wrote this at work #kk writing