#I APPARENTLY CAN'T READ FUCKING DIRECTIONS
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How many times will I have to redo this heel flap? Because we’re moving on to #3 and I’d really rather like to get it right this time.
#jet wolf masters knitting#first time it was a dropped stitch i was just making worse trying to fix#this time?#I APPARENTLY CAN'T READ FUCKING DIRECTIONS
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not reblogging the post because i know it's a flawed test (and infuriatingly poorly worded to wit) but the RAADS-R autism test is going around again and i got an 87, which is i think what i got the last time i took it and also tracks - i'm personally pretty certain that i'm not autistic, but (autistic) friends of mine have historically been split on the issue because apparently i 'act' like an autistic person and they're often surprised when i say i'm actually not
#my *closest* friends tend to think i'm not but - to quote one guy - '[i'm] very smart and smart ppl tend to have traits that overlap'#which is an interesting assessment (he's autistic tb clear) and i think i know where it's coming from#i'm very direct with comments; i often have trouble with empathy; i'm clever (or y'know 'clever' for a given value of the word);#i don't feel emotions particularly strongly - or immediately - and this comes across in my speech#which i've been told can come off as detached/disaffected/uncaring even when it's not trying to be;#i'm apparently quite difficult to read sometimes? or come off as intimidating per neutral expression;#uh. one time an english teacher told me that i'd taught her to 'think more logically' whatever the fuck that means;#these are i think stereotypical autistic 'smart guy' traits which do not actually map on to the majority of autistic people afaik#at least not as a package or all expressed the same way - but in this case i think it's a category error#interesting food for thought nonetheless. i spend some time thinking about it because people do ask me occasionally#and the general autistic mileu of tumblr.com has actually helped me be nicer to myself about those traits#(as well as check myself abt other people; i'm not going to pretend to be some kind of saintly autistic whisperer or w/e)#considered going back and taking the test with the 'most generous' and then the 'least generous' answers and comparing them#but i can't be bothered. add a button for 'in specific situations' or die by my hand#i WILL say that some of said autistic friends who were surprised to find out i wasn't#expressly thought i WAS because they drew a correlation between their behaviour and my own#so it's not just 'people are misreading me because of stereotypes about how autistic people act' although i do think that can be an element#let me know if this post is weird or w/e it is literally just speculating on myself and how people perceive me#as a consequence of tending to occupy circles otherwise occupied largely by neurodivergent people#('fandom' and 'archaeology and anthropology')
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The existence of this Rosaline movie makes me so MAD, because SHE WAS NEVER IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ROMEO. SHE TOOK A VOW OF CHASTITY, AND SAID THAT SHE WAS JUST GONNA NOT BE IN LOVE.
SHE. REJECTED. HIM.
SHE WAS NEVER INTERESTED IN BEING WITH HIM AT ALL.
And then they just...make a whole movie from her supposed perspective (which is loosely based on a book which...hoo boy we’ll get to that in a second), where the premise is that she’s jealous and wants to break him and Juliet up? That she’s so in love that she has to win him over again? (Also, how do they justify her knowing that they’re together? The entire point is that no one knows Romeo and Juliet are in love?? I know this is an adaptation, but Jesus Christ.)
WHY DID YOU PICK THIS CHARACTER. TO HAVE THIS STORY WITH. THE WHOLE POINT OF HER CHARACTER IS THAT SHE CHOOSES NOT TO BE WITH HIM. THAT’S WHAT OPENS THE DOOR TO HIM MEETING JULIET. IF ROSALINE IS DEEPLY INTO ROMEO, THE ENTIRE PLAY DOESN’T WORK.
Are we saying that she was just “““playing hard to get”””? That she was toying with his heart for fun? That when she told him no, she really meant “yes”?? I THOUGHT WE LEFT THAT BEHIND OVER THE COURSE OF THE LAST DECADE, I THOUGHT WE DECIDED THAT WAS BAD???!!?
Don’t even get me started on the book this is based on, where that general premise is that Rosaline is just an Innocent Average Girl, and her cousin who is Beautiful™ and vOLaTiLeLY uNsTAbLe and cRaZy comes and “takes” her poor unsuspecting boyfriend who is completely blameless for his own terrible behavior away from her while being called a “slut” the whole time. (I doubt much of this carried over into the actual movie, because that’s being billed as an ironic rom-com, and I highly doubt ANYONE would try to make that genre work while keeping this premise 100% intact.)
WHY WOULD YOU EXPAND THIS CHARACTER LIKE THIS. WHY. WE STUDY THIS PLAY IN SCHOOL AS AN EXAMPLE OF LITERARY STRUCTURE AND POETIC LANGUAGE AND FORESHADOWING AND HOW TO WRITE A TRAGIC NARRATIVE AND FOR WHAT. FOR PEOPLE TO NOT TAKE AWAY ANY OF THE INTENDED MEANING FROM THIS PLAY???!?!?!? I AM SCREAMING SO HARD I WILL BREAK THE EARTH’S CRUST UNTIL I AM SUBSUMED INTO HELL.
If you’re going to adapt something, you’ve gotta make it clear that you have some significant understanding of the original work. Retellings are fine! They can even have different functions or deconstruct tropes or be unexpectedly edgy! But it’s 1000% obvious when you don’t have any knowledge or engagement with the source material, and that is a problem. It’s ignorant, it’s lazy, and everyone involved deserves better.
#also like...juliet has been praised as a compelling and well-rounded theatrical heroine with clear goals by literary scholars for a LONG#time. you don't get to just...ignore that and say 'lol nope she's just cRaZy instead'#am I a LITTLE sensitive when it comes to people adapting shakespeare?? maybe. but also I don't care.#is it just because people are thirsting over That One Guy?? is that it?? is that why this movie was made???? I hate it here.#ANYWAY you want an actually GOOD expansion of rosaline's character that gives her Secret Feelings For Someone that she can't say#out loud because of a JUSTIFIED narrative reason and also gives her a well-developed#tentative-allies-to-lovers romance story watch still star-crossed#(which is also apparently based on a book. which I sadly have not read. maybe it'll be the next thing on my reading list)#GOD this is the 'lady macbeth is a stoic badass who never really loved her husband' all over again but like. in the opposite direction#UGH after juliet did the same ''she was just playing COY and HARD TO GET' thing too and I hate it#WHY CAN'T WE JUST HAVE WOMEN REJECT MEN? WHY IS THAT SO HARD FOR PEOPLE TO WRITE???#we could EVEN have a story about rosaline GENUINELY NEVER FALLING IN LOVE because she doesn't want to!!#wow shocking I know!#okay I'm done now#sorry#salty mc13 is salty#anti rosaline movie#idk how the fuck to tag this#romeo and juliet
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It's is especially at one in the morning that you realise how ridiculous "I shouldn't go take dancing classes even though I desperately need a hobby that would let me fix the issue of me being so ridiculously short of breath that they genuinely worried about my health because, well, i can't dance." actually sounds. My brother in Christ you're supposed to learn how to do that there.
#apparently I have the same lung volume as someone with copd according to the tests#i don't have copd though I don't think so at least#too healthy for that#sigh there's some classmates of mine who dance I could ask them where they do it but....hmm thats always more embarrassing#when there's people you know so mean#I'd have no issue teaching tht myself but problem one is learning wrong technique can in a lot of things result in health problems#and problem too is that you can't really do stuff you need two people for alone#i don't even wanna /dance/ you know I just think knowing the standard stuff would be nice#i can walz kind of#as said you don't really get good when your partner is a blanket#but I can so the leading position in a standard waltz#ahh and I don't know if that would work out anyways I graduate next year would it even make sense to start something new now#but I really do need a hobby thats not. nothing actually I have video games but I consider those a hobby i just play them in my free time#to relax you know#it's not like I'm actually doing anything much#i mean I am#but I don't know if I'd call it a hobby#reading also isn't really a hobby to me I read in the evenings before bed i don't think thats already hobby status#and drawing lost hobby status when I picked the art major now it's something productive#but I don't want to do like. actually hard sport or anything in that direction i don't want to take up swimming again for example#i just want to do something with myself i guess#but this is all hypothetical anyways for now i better worry about my theoretical tomorrow and pray i know the question#please don't let me fuck this up#delete later
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new year's stranger
in which harry and y/n only see each other on new year's and he tries to convince her it's fate.
word count: 5.5k
content warnings: cheating (not on y/n or harry), drinking, drug use
masterlist | talk to me
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New Year's Eve, 2020
Y/N hates New Year's.
If it were up to her, she'd sleep right through it, but Alice would never let her do that. It's why she's at this party to begin with. The owner of the house is a friend of Alice's who Y/N has never met, and isn't expecting to be introduced to tonight. The second they walked in, it was pure chaos, and it set off blaring alarms of anxiety throughout her entire body. She'd lost Alice somewhere around 10:30, but she was grateful that despite having a less than fun time, time still ticked steadily to midnight.
The sooner 2021 arrives, the sooner she can leave.
Harry, on the other hand, doesn't mind New Year's, but he hates this party.
Gemma forced him out with her and her boyfriend after finding out his planned accompaniment for the evening was a bottle of red wine and his favorite Elton John records. She said she hated to see him having a hard time with the breakup (that made Harry want to throw up on the spot) and demanded that he at least try to have a nice time tonight.
However, she failed to loop him in on the details of this party, which was apparently a proper rager that had him feeling like he was 17 again, but only in the worst ways.
He wasn't snooty by any means, but if one more drunk person comes up to him and asks if he's the Harry Styles, Gemma and her boyfriend can try to find an Uber home.
(He would actually never do that, knowing it would be impossible to locate one that wasn't three times the normal price given the holiday, but he can't help imagining cozying up in his bed, clutching one of his ex-girlfriend's tee-shirts, soaking it with tears, and falling asleep.)
It's why he's taken to sitting outside in this stranger's backyard, enjoying their wooden patio set. He doesn't typically smoke but he's chain smoking cigarettes tonight; he asked to bum one off of some guy inside, and he gave him the entire pack because he's — you guessed it — that lad from One Direction! So now it's sitting prettily next to a half-gone bottle of Cabernet, and Harry really, truly thinks this may be the worst New Year's he's had in a very long time.
He's grateful no one's discovered his little hiding spot yet, but perhaps he's spoken too soon as he takes a draw from the lit cigarette in his right hand. His shoulders tense when he hears the patio door slide open, desperately hoping Gemma found him and wants to go home.
"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry." The voice says, making Harry crane his neck slightly to see its owner. He can't really tell if he recognizes them, but it's clearly a female figure dressed in a black mini skirt, tights, and an oversized vintage sweater. "I didn't know anyone was out here, sorry."
"'s fine," Harry mutters, stubbing his cigarette out in the grass and toeing it out with his slip-on Vans, "It's all yours."
He goes to stand up, reaching over to grab the neck of the bottle of wine, when he accidentally bumps into the small table and knocks it over. He curses loudly as he watches the deep red hue stain the concrete floor, the puddle growing larger with each passing second.
"That's unfortunate." she points out and he scoffs. If he wasn't in such a piss poor mood, he may have contemplated cleaning it up, but he's decided that he doesn't like the owners of the house, especially because of their tiny little patio table.
"I think the hosts of this party are dicks, so I wouldn't worry about wiping that up," she says, almost as if she's reading his mind, "Sorry if you're friends with them."
"I'm not." Harry says curtly, leaning down to at least pick up the shattered pieces of glass.
"That's good. They're letting people do blow and ketamine off their dining room table. I think breakfast tomorrow will be interesting."
He snorts as he gathers broken chunks. He thinks that she's left him alone when he doesn't hear her ramble on anymore, but she returns a moment or two later with a garbage bag. She gets down on her knees and nudges the opening in his direction, wordlessly encouraging him to drop the pieces in it.
"Thanks." he mumbles through a sigh.
"Sure," she nods, "Having a bad night?"
"Yeah. Don't really feel like talking about it, to be honest."
Harry knows better than to discuss personal matters with strangers at parties (he learned that lesson years ago), regardless of how down he's feeling. She shuts up after that and continues helping him clean up the shards, tying off the bag when all that's left is a dark purple mess.
"I'll toss it." he says, stretching his arm out to take the garbage bag. She nods and gives it to him. "Thank you for helping."
He hopes she takes the hint as he ambles through the darkness of this unfamiliar backyard, attempting to locate the garbage bins. Eventually, he finds one (he knew they were shitty people, they don't even have a separate one for recycling!), and breathes a sigh of relief when he turns and sees that she's gone. He was starting to worry that she would ask for a picture or an autograph.
He sits back in his original seat and pulls his phone from his pants pocket, scrolling through drunken New Year's texts from people he barely knows. Really, he's only looking for two names (Gemma looking for him, or his ex-girlfriend magically deciding she needs to be with him going into the new year), but neither appear. He grumbles and reaches over to grab the pack of cigarettes, jumping in surprise when he realizes the girl is standing there with another bottle of wine.
He clutches his chest dramatically, "Were you trying to scare me or something?"
"Oh! No, I'm sorry, you just looked busy so I was waiting," she replies, placing the unopened bottle on the table. "Here. Um, is it okay if I sit out here? We don't have to talk. I know you said you don't want to."
His night can't get much worse, so why not split some wine that suspiciously appeared with a stranger that refuses to leave him alone?
"Sure." he mutters.
As promised, it's silent for awhile. She doesn't say anything but he notices her pick at her tights, then her nails, clearly antsy from the lack of discussion. The steady thumping from the music inside is the only relief.
He doesn't know if it's been five or 10 or maybe even 15 minutes, but finally, he breaks. He holds in a sigh as he turns his head to look at her.
"Are you having a bad night, too?"
She shrugs. "Kind of. I just don't really like New Year's."
He nods in understanding, "It is a bit overhyped."
"I lost my friend awhile ago," she adds, biting her lip. "I feel like I'll end up just going home a little after midnight."
"Yeah, my sister and her boyfriend dragged me here but I haven't seen them in hours."
She chuckles humorlessly. "Maybe I'll just try to get a cab now."
Harry glances at the time on his phone screen. It's 11:04 and he knows it would be stupid to do the thing he's thinking about, but he can't help it — maybe it's the strange connection he's feeling to his fellow sad stranger, or maybe he just really wants to go home and needs a good excuse. The words are leaving his mouth before he even truly contemplates it.
"That's crazy, you'll never be able to get an Uber at this time. If you don't live too far, I can give you a ride."
Y/N is quick to bat him off, easily rejecting his offer. "Thank you, but you don't have to do that. I'm sure you have tons of plans tonight."
A wrinkle forms between Harry's brows. "No, actually. This was it. And if I'm being honest, I'm dying to get out of here, too."
He watches as she contemplates it, gnawing on her bottom lip and wringing her hands in her lap like a child. Finally, he speaks up.
"I'm leaving with or without you, so really, it's your choice."
Her eyes glance over to him and she quickly nods, gathering her purse to her side. "Okay, yeah. I'll take the ride, please."
"Sure," he says with a nod, rising from his seat. "Do you live far from here?"
She gives him her address, surprised to find out that she only lives a few streets over from his own apartment. He sends off a text to Gemma, claiming that he ran into someone and needed to take them home (it wasn't a complete lie, even if he knows he was being pushy about leaving), and they silently walk in the dark, one in front of the other, quiet footsteps sounding against the stone pathway of the backyard. Eventually, they approach his sleek black Range Rover, Harry mumbling out a "this is me" and unlocking the doors so she can get in the passenger's seat.
"Thank you again for this," she says as he cranks the heat up. He had noticed that her teeth were chattering on the short walk back to his car.
"'s fine."
Harry doesn't play music or say anything else on the short drive to her place. Exhaustion is hitting hard and he's ready to go home and curl up in a sad ball. When he pulls up to her apartment, she's already clicking her seatbelt off and pulling her keys out of her bag. He wonders if he was being that standoffish, to the point where she's all but jumping out of his moving car.
"Well, happy New Year." she murmurs with a small smile, glimpsing over at his tight expression. He nods curtly, hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Happy New Year." he returns tersely.
"I hope 2021 is better for you," she says, her tone almost so genuine it makes his heart thump wildly in his chest, but just for a moment. "I'm sorry you had a shitty night."
He swallows harshly, willing away the lump of tears forming in his throat just from a stranger's kindness.
"Same to you."
She pauses, as if she wants to say more, but instead pushes the door open and gets out. With one last smile, she waves goodbye to Harry.
He waits to make sure she gets in safely before driving away.
. . .
New Year's Eve, 2021
"I'm not going out to a karaoke bar on New Year's Eve."
Y/N rolls her eyes at Mike, her boyfriend of six months. She had told him weeks ago that this was the plan for the night — her friends wanted to have a fun time out, and after last year's disaster of an evening, she was more than willing to put some cash in to rent out a room at a karaoke bar in downtown LA. But of course, a mere hour before they were due to all meet up for dinner, Mike was trying to bail.
"You agreed to this forever ago," Y/N replies with a sigh, lowering her eye shadow brush. She swivels in her seat to face him with a slight pout. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"What's so fun about people singing shitty cover songs all night?" he sneers, crossing his arms over his chest childishly. "I think it would be better if I just went to Reese's place tonight. He's having a party, you should go there instead, too."
"I already put money down and told my friends I was doing this with them, Mike."
He scoffs. "But I'm your boyfriend."
"And they're my friends."
"So you're seriously gonna ditch me, then?" he asks snidely, a pang of guilt firing through Y/N's chest.
"I mean, maybe I can meet up with you later? I can try to come to Reese's after dinner or something."
He rolls his eyes, making him look like an angsty teenager.
"Whatever. Don't bother, I'll just see you tomorrow or something."
Mike doesn't even send her off with a kiss or wish her a happy New Year before he's out the door. Y/N sighs, resisting the urge to bury her head in her hands and mess up the makeup she's applied to her face. Mike was great at the beginning — she thought she'd really gotten lucky with him, but around two months ago, he started acting like everything she asked him to do was a chore. From date nights to attending family dinners at her parents' place, he always made her feel dumb for requesting his presence.
She tries to ignore the anxiety brewing in her stomach when she meets her friends for dinner. They all ask where he is, and when she has to say that he would rather go play video games with his friends all night, they're quick to jump on what an awful boyfriend he is. She knows that — she really, truly knows that, and she doesn't know why she hasn't ended things yet.
When they get to the karaoke bar around 10 pm, Y/N's already tired, even if she's attempting to press on and make the most of her night. She giggles as she watches her friends scream the lyrics to songs by Queen and Fleetwood Mac, and she's particularly impressed by Nina's cover of "good 4 u" by Olivia Rodrigo, which she of course dedicates to Y/N.
With a few shots and two mystery cocktails under her belt, Y/N's actually having a good time. She excuses herself 10 minutes before midnight to go to the bathroom, not wanting to miss out on any of the excitement when the clock strikes 12.
Only, when she's walking down the long hallway, her eyes on the floor as she navigates her slightly drunken steps, she bumps into a figure. A hard figure, wearing a fuzzy cardigan.
And when she glances up, it's the last person she expects to see.
"Holy shit!" the curly haired brunette exclaims, pupils wide and breath smelling of tequila. It's clear that he's just as messed up as she is, if not a little bit more. "You're that girl from last year!"
She immediately giggles, the warmth of the alcohol in her system dismissing any embarrassment she may have felt otherwise.
"From that shitty house party, right?" she asks, thinking back to 2020.
"Yes!" he shouts, slamming his palm against his forehead. "You helped me clean up that wine!"
"And you drove me home." she laughs.
"Oh my god, this is crazy," he declares, making Y/N laugh even harder, "Sorry, I'm kinda fucked, but this is still exciting."
"Why? We were both having awful nights last year and I could tell you wanted nothing more than to kick me out of your car."
"What are you talking about? You were the nicest person I met at that party," he replies with a slight wrinkle between his brows, "Plus, you were the best part, since you got me out of it."
Y/N snorts. A few people attempt to brush past them in the hallway and they both move to the side, leaning their shoulders against the wall.
"I'm glad I could be of service," she says with a smirk. "What are you doing here tonight? Are you having a better New Year's?"
"I mean, I'm definitely higher and drunker this year," he cracks and it makes her roll her eyes playfully, "How about you? Feeling good?"
She allows the question to ping pong around in circumference of her brain. She was feeling good, but only because of alcohol, her friends, and the absence of her boyfriend. Taking a beat, she looks up at the green-eyed male before her, her breath catching in her throat when she realizes he's somehow gotten closer, likely because of all the traffic in the hallway. She swallows, her throat suddenly feeling dry.
"I'm feeling good," she finally answers, wringing her hands together in front of her.
"That doesn't really sound like a confident answer." he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. Her eyes flutter down to the tee-shirt he wears underneath the striped cardigan, the word sex scrawled simply across his chest.
"I had a fight with my boyfriend before I came here," she admits, though she doesn't quite know why, "He knew about these plans for weeks and he just bailed to go play video games with his friends. I'm kind of pissed about it."
He hums and she notices that his jaw clenches slightly when he presses his lips into a line. She's not sure if it's from the drugs or something else, but she quickly glances back up at his eyes.
"Sounds like a dick move." he says decidedly. Y/N shrugs.
"He's kind of a dick, to be honest."
That makes him bark out a laugh, shaking his head as his lips form into a half-hearted smile.
"What do you need to turn your night around, then?" he asks, patting his pockets as he looks for something, "I have some more coke on me if you need to get inappropriately high. I'm also not against buying you shots at the bar, but given my inebriated state, I unfortunately can't be your Uber driver tonight."
"Do you always speak like a scholar when you're fucked?" Y/N mocks with a smirk.
"Maybe," he grins, "So what can I get you, New Year's stranger?"
It hits her then that they've never exchanged names. Not officially, at least. Y/N of course knew who he was — his name and face had spent the better part of 2020 being plastered across tabloids, and she recognized him back to his One Direction days — but it felt weird to just assume as much.
Likewise, Harry wasn't above asking Gemma if she was familiar with the girl he'd met a year ago today. He hoped she may have some connection to her, given the fact that her silly little ramblings stuck around in his brain far longer than he would've anticipated. After Gemma asked around, he learned her name, but never did anything with it, instead opting for a year of distracted hookups and flings.
And even without acknowledging the fact that they each know the other's names, they're somehow more comfortable with being a New Year's stranger.
"Can I bum a cigarette off you?" Y/N asks, remembering back to last year when he was chain smoking, somewhat pathetically, on the back porch.
"Haven't smoked for a year," he replies cheekily, "But I can ask a friend for one if you want."
She shakes her head. "I just need some air, really. Would you wanna take a breather with me?"
Harry nods and follows her out, eager to speak with her away from the crowded, loud interior of the bar. He can't help but check her out from behind, lips pressing together as he drinks in her thin slip dress, black tights, and platform heels. She looks cute. Similar to last year, just a tad more mature. It fits her, he thinks.
When they get outside, Y/N's ears are ringing, but her warm skin is enthralled by LA's sad excuse for winter weather. She instantly feels less clammy, leaning back against the brick exterior of the building and allowing it to cool her. Harry follows her lead, his mind spinning slightly as he continues to take her in.
"How've you been?" he finally asks, desperate to break the silence. She peeks an eye open and glances at him in her peripheral.
"Fine. Work's busy. Friends are good. Boyfriend's... there," she answers in short sentences, like she's checking things off. "You?"
"Just about the same, minus the boyfriend. Single as can be, actually."
Y/N hums. "Any shitty exes this year?"
"Not any official ones," he says, his nose wrinkling as he mentally runs through the year's rolodex of flings. "Can I ask why you're still with this guy if he's such a dick?"
She lets out a humorless laugh before shrugging her shoulders, a look of disarray twisting her features.
"Your guess is as good as mine, stranger."
Harry turns to look at her, pressing his side into the cold brick building. "You don't have to torture yourself with him. If you're unhappy, you have every right to stand up for yourself and leave him behind. Life's too short."
"I know," she says, her eyes fluttering shut again, "I know."
"You deserve to be happy."
She smiles, but there's no happiness behind it.
"You don't know me."
"You think it's a total coincidence we ended up meeting again, exactly one year later to the near hour?" Harry asks, halving the distance between them with a single stride, "This feels like fate."
"This feels like we're both fucked up on New Year's Eve."
"Sure. But alcohol and drugs didn't get us here."
Y/N sighs. When she opens her eyes, he's right in front of her, so close she can see the lengthy wisps of his eyelashes. She swallows tightly, unsure of her next move or his intention. If she really cared about Mike, she would leave Harry here. If she didn't feel the mutual attraction to the man in front of her, she would go back to her friends. If she didn't wonder if he was onto something with this fate thing, she would forget this whole thing ever happened.
But she doesn't care about Mike, and she's attracted to Harry, and he's making her believe in fate.
"It's almost midnight, stranger," Harry breathes, and Y/N glances behind him to see people beginning the countdown from 10. "What do you wanna do about it?"
She knows what he's implying.
She's not drunk enough to view this as a mistake, but she's sober enough to want it.
8.
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"Tell me what you want."
5.
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"Kiss me," she exhales, her hands shaking at her sides, "Kiss me, please."
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There's cheering and yelling and whooping from everyone around them. Cars are honking their horns, fireworks are going off in the distance, people are screaming happy new year. And with all the stimulation surrounding them, all she can focus on is Harry's lips on hers, wet and sloppy and still somehow so perfect. She kisses him back eagerly, teeth clashing annoyingly, hands exploring hips and backs and sides as they lick into each other's mouths, heavy and hot with lust.
She doesn't know how long they've been at it, clawing at one another on a public sidewalk in downtown LA. But she knows that eventually, someone stops to breathe and she takes it as an opportunity to step back. Harry's eyes flicker open, confusion and sadness radiating through the jade green, and she gives him a sorrowed smile in response.
"See you around, stranger."
She's gone before he can stop her.
. . .
New Year's Eve, 2022
"You're fucking joking, right?"
Maybe if Harry had glanced up from his phone two seconds earlier, he could've turned around and avoided this happening. But he's stupid, and he was too busy flipping through his mom's annual Christmas post on Instagram when he hears her voice, and he knows he's in for it.
So he's not entirely surprised when the interaction ends as quickly as it began, just with a tequila soda staining his sweater from her angry drink throwing.
If he's being honest, he gets it. After last New Year's Eve, when they so intelligently decided to eat each other's faces in the middle of LA, gossip blogs and tabloids alike blew up. He felt awful — there were pictures of it everywhere and his fans were desperate to find out who she was. It wasn't a shock to him when they found her social media, job, and, worst of all, the fact that she was in a relationship with someone.
Harry wanted to send flowers, bake her a million apology pies, and grovel on his knees to express how gross he felt about the situation. But instead, he figured it was better for him to stay away. He could only assume that continuing to bother her would make the situation worse, especially considering how cruel the internet could be.
Instead, it just seems like a sad, sick joke that they ended up at the same New Year's Eve dinner party.
When he agreed to come, he was completely unaware that his friend Lea was dating Alice, one of Y/N's oldest friends. They just moved in together a month back and decided to throw a small get together to ring in 2023.
He wishes someone would've warned him that she would be here.
A year ago, he was in a different place. He was in deep with doing drugs and drinking to cope with stress after a busy year of nonstop work. He knows it wasn't an excuse for what he did, and while it took both of them to form that situation, his world was far more complicated than hers. Had it been any other person, it would've been a one-off hookup on New Year's Eve.
With a sigh, his heeled boots carry him to Lea and Alice's kitchen, where he's eager to dry off some of the liquid that's sopping through the material of his sweater. Luckily, it's empty, the rest of the party meandering around the dining and living rooms as they wait for dinner to be served. He mentally curses Sarah and Mitch, who were supposed to accompany him tonight, but bailed last minute because their baby was being fussy.
A shit excuse, if you ask him.
He's forced to rejoin the party when Alice announces it's time to eat. Harry's thankful to be friends with such excellent chefs, who have prepared an array of vegetarian, vegan, and meat dishes for every food restriction imaginable. When he sits down at his place setting, he's admiring the salad in front of him when he feels someone towering over him.
"Alice, can I change my seat?"
Of fucking course.
He looks up to see her standing there, pinching her own name plate between her fingers with a less-than-satisfied expression painted on her features. His eyes follow her target, the brunette with a shag haircut holding Lea's hand, who sends a glare back her way.
"No. Just sit down, Y/N."
Silently, she does, though her actions seem far more petulant and childish than her lack of response. She doesn't exchange any words or throw any more drinks at Harry as she serves herself, though she also doesn't offer to pass any of the plates he's clearly reaching for, either. With a sigh, he allows her to avoid him, all the way through the toast when she refuses to clink her glass with his.
The table settles in a baseline chatter, the sounds of multiple conversations filling Harry's ears as he scoops forkfuls of quinoa and asparagus into his mouth.
"Can you stop chewing so loud?" she hisses at him, just loud enough for only him to hear.
"Can you stop being so rude?" Harry fires back lowly, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin, "I'm sorry for last year and I apologize for anything that came of it, but it's not fair for you to only blame me."
"My job fired me," she sneers and Harry's eyebrows shoot up, "And what did you get? More album sales?"
"No— no, I didn’t get anything from it, but— I’m so sorry, I had no idea—“
She rolls her eyes, suddenly standing from the table and pushing her chair in. Her heels clack against the wood floor as she steps away from the dining room and in the direction of the outdoor balcony. Immediately, Harry follows her lead, feeling Lea and Alice's eyes on him.
Her back is to him, the doors shut, but he can tell she's exhaling smoke from the cigarette wedged between her fingers. Carefully, he twists the doorknob open and gently closes it behind him, his stomach gurgling with nerves.
"I'm very, very sorry that your job fired you. I didn't know. I wish I did more. I thought about you constantly — I wanted to apologize but I didn't, and that's no fault but my own." he pauses to swallow but she doesn't look at him once. "It's not an explanation, but I was really drunk and high. Last year was... messy. And I should've known better, but I didn't."
She hums, as if in contemplation, as she takes another draw from her cigarette.
"You just... you took so much from me without even knowing it. I know it was both of us, but..."
"I know," Harry says, taking a step closer to her. "I can't express to you how awful I feel."
She shrugs. "It's fine, it's in the past. I just wanted… an apology, or closure or something. I didn’t know you wanted to offer that.” she takes a shaky breath. “I got a new job."
He resists the urge to say that's good, because in actuality, it isn't, and he's the reason why it happened to begin with. Instead, he bites his tongue, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as she turns to face him.
"Are you still not smoking?"
He smiles gently. "Yes. No drugs either, this year. Maybe by the time we run into each other in 2023, I'll be totally sober."
"You don't seem like the type. Feel like every time I see you, you have a glass of wine or tequila in your hand."
He chuckles.
"To be fair, you've only seen me on New Year's Eve."
"Mm," she nods, stubbing her cigarette out with the heel of her boot, "Isn't that weird? All these years of being my New Year's stranger."
The nickname sets fire to his chest. 12 months later and he forgot that's what they'd started calling one another last year.
"It is weird," he nods, agreeing, "Almost seems like fate."
"Oh, we're not going down that road again," she snorts with a roll of her eyes, and it makes his own eyes crinkle in amusement. "If it was fate, we would've run into each other more. I think we just have mutual friends."
"That might be true. We only live 15 minutes away from one another."
She raises her eyebrows, "Really?"
"Have you moved since 2020?"
She shakes her head.
"Then yes. You live on Maple, I'm on Bleeker."
"That's three blocks over," she says, clearly bemused, "How did we seriously never see each other otherwise?"
Harry shrugs. "I mean, I guess I'm out of the city, like, 9 months of the year."
A silence blankets over them as she presses her elbows against the cool banister on the balcony, looking out to the city. Harry glances at the watch on his wrist. It's a few minutes past 10, just a few hours before the year ends.
"I'm sorry for throwing a drink at you."
"It's okay. I deserved it."
Silence again. And then: "Would you ever want not be my stranger?"
Y/N tilts her head and looks at him with confused eyes.
"I mean," he pauses in an attempt to get his words together through his slightly buzzed brain, "Would you wanna know me outside of New Year's? Start fresh, maybe."
A gentle smile worms its way onto her face. It gives him a glimmer of hope.
"Remember what you said about fate?"
He nods.
"Find me any other day of the year," she says softly, stretching her arm out to pat his hand lightly, "If you do, it's fate."
. . .
2023
Harry's having the most chaotic morning ever.
He slept through his alarm (something that rarely ever happens), got to his pilates class late, and completely forgot he has three early afternoon meetings with his record label. From the gym, he rushed over to the grocery store because he recently got home from tour and there's absolutely no food, and he has about 20 more minutes before his stomach starts growling embarrassingly loud.
He's all but pushing old ladies out of the way with his cart, grabbing boxes of granola bars and bins of fresh fruit with no agenda in mind. Glancing down at his watch, he sees his first meeting begins in a half an hour, which means he'll definitely have to take it in the car over Bluetooth, considering traffic makes it near impossible to get places within a reasonable amount of time.
He's huffy, tired, hungry, and sweaty as he waits in line to check out. He's wearing his sunglasses inside like a douchebag, but he can't be bothered to take them off. He's also trying to be better about not distracting himself with his phone when he's in public places, so he decides to people watch and take stock of those around him: An elderly couple who are struggling to use self check-out, a woman who looks like she may be on one of the housewives shows on TV, and a girl that looks suspiciously similar to his New Year's stranger.
Only, when she turns her head, thanking the cashier with her bag of groceries in her hand as she walks out of the store, it hits him like a massive bag of bricks: It is his New Year's stranger.
Suddenly, nothing else in the world matters — not his cart full of snacks, his meetings, his empty stomach. He's jogging, damn near running to catch up to her, brushing past the morning rush of the supermarket as he tries to grab her attention. It isn't until they're out in the parking lot when he finally does it. Perhaps one of the more embarrassing things he's chosen to do in broad daylight, but he doesn't care, because it's her, and he's not letting her get away this time.
"Hey! Stranger!" he shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth to carry his voice against the parking lot.
Almost immediately, she turns around, her eyes wide as she looks to see who the greeting came from.
And maybe it's just wishful thinking, but Harry doesn't think he's ever seen someone grin so beautifully when her eyes finally meet his.
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leveling the playing field VII
summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 2.5k
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing
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"Mister Snow, Miss Y/L/N."
At the voice of the Dean, you're both shoving off of each other, faster than you believed it was possible for you to move. You slide back across the floor, stumbling to stand up at the same time as Coryo as Dean Highbottom stares you down.
You didn't realize how completely dead to the world you were it was too late. "Uh, Dean Highbottom." You say, noticing he wasn't about to speak anymore, just staring you down with disappointment. "We were just, um-"
"Don't even try." He cuts you off, holding a hand up to you to shut you up. "I knew it was an irresponsible decision to let the two of you work together on something apparently so important. You're both disqualified, effective immediately, and at the very least demerited. If I get it my way, you'll be expelled."
Coriolanus goes completely pale, fully in shock. He was screwed, without the prize he had nothing. It was his prize, they couldn't take that from him over a juvenile mistake.
"No." He looks at you, shocked, as you argue with the Dean. "Whatever you think you saw has nothing to do with Coryo's mentorship- with my mentorship."
He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, my decision is final."
"I don't think it is." You cross your arms. "And we both know why, and unless you want me to tell someone-"
"No." The Dean replies firmly, and you can see he's trying to hide his panic. "Just get back, please. And make it hasty." He waves you off, and the two of you rush along.
"What was that?" Coryo whispers to you once you are out of earshot.
"Nothing." You insist, not so much as looking in his direction now.
"No, that was not nothing, you threatened the Dean."
"What? No, I didn't." You try and lie, but he's smarter than that. Of course he's smarter than that.
"Yes, Y/N, you did. I was right there, I heard-"
"Coriolanus, it's in your best interest to drop it."
"But-"
"Now."
He sighs at the finality behind your statement. "What are we going to do? He told us that we're disqualified."
"We're not disqualified." You chuckle, shaking your head and stopping in the hall next to a reflective window to wipe off the smeared mascara from under your eyes.
"What if they take it out on Lucy Gray? She could be in serious trouble, here." He asks, and reasonably so. If this gets to Dr. Gaul, which he doesn't doubt that it will, it is not a stretch to assume that if they get disqualified, they will find a way to do the same to Lucy Gray.
"Oh, who cares Coryo? She's district." You scoff, cleaning your fingers on the underside of your skirt. You knew that Lucy Gray would be just fine, nothing that you could do would harm her, and you wouldn't want that. You really liked Lucy Gray, but why would he pinball from kissing you like it was his life in the balance to being so concerned for her in a minute?
"She's my tribute! If she doesn't win I am fucked- do you realize that? Do you realize how badly you could have screwed this up for me? My whole life depends on Lucy Gray right now!" At least it wasn't personal, you think at his outburst.
You let out a sigh, managing a small, smug smile. "Coryo, trust me. They won't hurt her- not on our account anyway. Just trust me."
Coriolanus sighs, running a hand over his face and then through his hair. You can't threaten a powerful man like Casca Highbottom with nothing; he's certain that you know something you most definitely should not, but what that could be is lost on Coriolanus. "Okay." He agrees, watching you as you finish cleaning up what's left of your makeup after your breakdown. Seemingly it's gone. To him, if he hadn't seen it, if you hadn't cried in his arms, he wouldn't have known it happened at all.
"But still, don't tell anyone. Yeah?" You add, turning back to face him now.
"Not a word." He promises.
You giggle, reaching up and wiping his mouth with your sleeve. "You've got a little lipstick, there..."
Coryo chuckles, pulling his head back to do it himself, attempting to cover the burning he can feel appearing in his cheeks. How you could go from crying, to kissing him the way you had, to angry and then back to your normal self could give him whiplash if he didn't know you better. Luckily, the idea of you has never scared him.
Lucy Gray hadn't made another appearance after Jessup's death that afternoon, so Coryo had gone home and come back with a couple of blankets and his pillow. He really just ran home, stripped his bed and showered before returning to you. In the morning you had folded everything up for him and tucked it in the bleachers next to you when other people started arriving. Why were you the only mentors who even decided to spend the night? It was laughable how much more you deserved a mentorship than any of them, but this is all the more chance to prove yourself. Your classmates make it so easy. It's not like you wanted them around, so it was a win-win through and through.
Coryo had been shocked that morning when Dr. Gaul arrived, not saying a word to either or you or even so much as sparing him a knowing glance. He had anticipated a very uncomfortable meeting with her following the events of the day before, but no such moment came. The Dean must have decided that keeping that secret was the right move.
It was itching at Coriolanus that you hadn't talked about it either, but he was not about to be the one to bring it up. Maybe he should go talk to Tigris about it- she had been kind enough to come in on her day off today to watch. Not that it mattered to him, though, it didn't. It was an act of comfort, just like the hug. He had asked you what you needed, and you answered with your actions. That was all. That's all it had to be, after all. You both needed to focus, and he needed to not start falling for you now- of all times. Even if deep down he knew this infatuation, if that's the right word, started years ago. The way he used to think it was hunger causing his stomach to lurch when you so much as looked at him, or that was the envy of your family wealth when you would show up to academy events in a dress that fit you so flawlessly it made the room spin around him, voices fading out to nothing. But no, that had always been side effects of hunger. Or at least, that's what he used to think. Until he got to hold you the way he has these last couple weeks, and the way your hair splayed out over his arm when you used him as a pillow last night, curled up on the floor in the academy.
Now, everything is different at the most inconvenient time possible. The worst part, the worst part of it all was that you seemed entirely unphased. That is why this was bothering him. That even though he's been fed, he's still so hungry.
God, you were so bored. You don't ever remember the games being this boring before, but that was when you could snack away on endless trays of hors d'oeuvres and your parents allowed you to drink with other party guests until the games were done by a reasonable hour in the evening. "Finally." You sigh, standing up as Lucy Gray emerges from the tunnel, likely in search of food or water.
Coral and her pack of seemingly mindless followers were making a move on attacking Lamina, which hardly had you lifting your head. "Y/N." Coryo summons you over and you smile, making your way to his side. "She looks like she needs something, but if I send anything the drone will point them right to her."
You hum in agreement, scanning the widescreen of the arena. "They have their own pile of water over there, she could take that if she sees it. And if she's quick." You point, as if somehow you could relay this information to her.
It feels like you did when you see her head lock in the direction of the pile of bottles, hand instinctually patting over her pocket. "She's checking if she still has it." You whisper to Coryo, breath fanning over his neck. He just nods, knowing this isn't a topic anyone could hear you discuss. "Looks like she doesn't want water, she wants them out. Smart." You add quietly, eyes locked on the screen.
"Sounds like you." He replies, making you smile to yourself.
The two of you watch on baited breaths as she waits for the right moment, and she finds the perfect one. She takes off toward the bottles, quickly and quietly just as you whisper for her to go, now.
"Watch, if she's really smart, she'll take one, then dump the rest." You say, watching as she just grabs one before darting to the middle, hiding under the rubble in the center while the others are still preoccupied. "Oh. Well, that's an interesting approach." You cross your arms, standing up straight again. At least this was at least exciting.
"Remind me why we didn't throw you in with them?" Coryo asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
"You kinda did, didn't you?" You laugh quietly, pretending to hit his shoulder.
"That's fair." He agrees, focussing once more on the screen, trying to keep track of Lucy Gray. She goes out of sight from any of the cameras underneath the debris, before emerging a few moments later and running over to the remaining water bottles.
"As you predicted..." Coryo sighs, gesturing to the screen you were already watching as she begins to dump the other bottles, placing the one she just had next to them.
"She just has to hurry." You reply, resisting the urge to gloat over your accurate call. And again, you were right because it isn't long after Lamina's now dead body falls to the ground and the other tributes finally notice Lucy Gray's presence, chasing her back into the tunnels. You're hoping the map you drew up for her was helpful, and that she can hide. If she dies down there, you won't know.
You give Coryo a high-five with both hands, feeling glares on you from the other mentors about the waste of their tributes water. They're just mad that they got stuck with tributes dumber than Lucy Gray, and you can't fault them for that. "Cake with the cream." The blonde grins at you, mocking Lucy Gray's accent.
"Snow lands on top." You smile back in confirmation, his hands wrapping into yours and shaking them happily. "Now we just have to hope that..."
You trail off, not getting the chance to finish as you see one of the other tributes stumble out of the tunnels and toward the lone water bottle Lucy Gray left. "Who do we have here?" Lucky's narration interrupts your thought process. "Ah, it's Ill Dill. Tuberculosis on legs." The shock of his statement has you dropping your jaw, laughing and earning you a glare from your classmate who was designated her mentor. It wasn't funny, truly, but just the shock of him saying that. Regardless, you hadn't seen her since day one, and even before then, she was incredibly sick. Never a threat, hardly a thought.
Coryo sees this shift in your demeanor, looking back to the screen as well and slowly dropping your hands. The tribute, Dill, you think, takes a sip, and the two of you hold your breath as she lays down next to the uncapped bottle, ceasing all movement after only a few moments with blood dripping from her nose onto the cement beneath her.
You glance nervously around the room, making sure no one is making the same connections you are, knowing what you know. So far, no one seems alarmed, but Dr. Gaul has apparently left- which is shocking to you. Regardless, Dill was knocking on death's door anyway, you're surprised she came out at all. You place your hand on Coryo's shoulder trying to be reassuring, as if to say no one knows.
It's at that moment where Reaper comes out, calling out for his district partner. She remains unmoving even as he runs to her side, trying to shake her awake. Cue the buzzer; that's one less tribute between Lucy Gray and you getting your dream job.
Your heart stops as he eyes the bottle next to her, your hand gripping tighter onto Coryo's shoulder. You're both waiting for the other shoe to drop, Reaper knows that something isn't right. Luckily for the two of you, he ignores it. He lifts the dead girl up, looking around before carrying her to Lamina's side under the beam. Followed by Marcus, then Jessup, then Bobbin.
"What's he doing?" You ask quietly among other whispers which you are sure that if you could hear them clearly would echo your sentiments.
"I don't know..." Coryo replies, slightly shaking his head as the boy moves away from his line of bodies and over to the wall.
You have to fight the urge to laugh when he rips the flag down from the wall, causing all sorts of chaos to break out in your theatre. "He just tore down the flag..." You hear Lucky say, and as you look around at the chaos it caused, it makes you want to cheer for the boy. He had been looking at the flag when you tried to speak to him just before the bombing- had he known?
He lays the large red fabric over the row of bodies, turning to look directly into the camera everyone is fixated on. You get chills as if he's staring at you directly. Personally. "Are you gonna punish me now?" He shouts, making people jump in the now, suddenly silent room. "Are you going to punish m-?"
He's cut off abruptly by the face of Dr. Gaul, in an apparent emergency broadcast. So that's where she went. Coryo sits up straighter to listen in, and you can feel him tense under your palm.
"I am devastated to announce that due to injuries sustained in the rebel bombing of the arena, another one of our academy students, the son of our President, Felix Ravenstill has died." You gasp, lifting a hand to cover your mouth as chatter erupts in the room. You never loved Felix, far from it, but it seemed to you that your classmates were dropping like flies. That would make anyone a little on edge. "We cannot allow the rebels to continually get away with such violent, senseless acts. This is why we have to retaliate, with something very special for our tributes in the arena. Even if that means there will be no winner." You don't hear what else she says as Coriolanus is abruptly pushing his chair back as he stands.
"Hey, what are you doing?" You ask as he starts to back away, eyes still locked on the screen. You reach out and grab his hand. "Coryo?"
"Where's your bag?" He asks, ignoring your question.
"Uh, over there." You point to your now unoccupied seat.
"Okay, I'm going to take it. I'll be back. Stay here." He prompts you, squeezing your hand for just a second before going and grabbing your bag, leaving in a flash.
"Alrighty then." You mumble to yourself, taking over his spot.
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Hiii love it's me again your writing only keeps getting better I am amazed sooo love can we get a 67 and a 69 with Megumi since we love the spicee 🥰🥰🥰
67: when one stops the kiss to whisper "i'm sorry, are you sure you-" and they answer by kissing them more
69: following a kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
**aged up characters!!**
a/n: pining besties that finally give in is the best kind of spiceee
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"god, what i would give to get kissed like that"
you say it so easily, probably not even thinking twice about it as you tear a gummy worm in half between your teeth. megumi tears his eyes away from the small television that was currently displaying a rather steamy make out session. the scene had escalated quickly as the main protagonists finally confessed their feelings and in the same breath began to devour each other.
megumi knows he should just laugh off the comment, or ignore it completely, like you apparently had, going right back into your snack while you watched the movie.
but he can't help but suddenly realize that you're both here, cramped together on his small bed that was barely big enough for his tall frame so he has one leg hanging off the mattress while you're half under his arm, half propped up by the headboard. you're alone, yuuji was off with nanami and nobara was bothering maki-
and you're alone.
you make this little comment with a small sigh, your eyes longingly watching the screen as you hold a gummy worm between your teeth by the green side, the red side held between your fingers, tugging on the gelatin snack absentmindedly. you're clearly infatuated, and now that megumi's peeking down at you more closely, something warm floods his chest.
you're in a hoodie too ridiculously large to be yours- it isn't, it's his, you stole it last week and he had to pretend not to notice when you wore it today- and it's so long on your frame that it's covering the little sleep shorts that you also seemed to wear without a second thought. not that megumi would complain about something like that, having your bare leg pressed up against his while you're lounging together in his bed is... nice
really nice.
nice enough that the last few times you've hung out in his room to watch a movie or scroll aimlessly on your phone while he reads, his mind had been wandering. and it was probably due to those damn shorts.
and was he really going to be the kind of the guy that lost his mind over some skin showing? was that really fair to you? you- who was so much more than a pretty face? you were quick witted, especially in battle, which made you strong and so, so capable. you were funny, which made you fun to be around, and was part of the reason why megumi had started seeking you out to spend time together in the first place. he liked hearing your little quips and teases, even when they were directed at him. yeah, you were pretty, you were drop dead fucking gorgeous actually, one of the prettiest people megumi had ever laid eyes on.
but you were more than beautiful and sometimes megumi felt like a bad friend for losing his mind over some shorts that revealed a delicious amount of your thighs.
today was different.
today it wasn't just the shorts. well, the shorts were definitely a factor, especially when his arm rested between the both of you and the back of his knuckles just barely grazed over your leg. no, it wasn't just that. it was the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, enveloping you like a blanket. you seemed to enjoy it thoroughly, with your fingers just barely peeking out of the sleeves so you could enjoy your snack, and the hood was even half-up. it had been fully up when you first made your way to his room, but after relaxing on the bed for long enough it had started to slip off.
and then it was this comment. that dumb, thoughtless little comment you threw out there about kissing that spun his mind into thinking about kissing and now megumi's feeling hot. the bed feels smaller. the room feels darker. and you look so, so beautiful right now that he thinks this could be a delusion and he's going to blink and be surrounded by padded walls.
he blinks at you. you're still there, eyes watching every sensual movement made by the lust driven characters on the tv. you've still got the gummy worm between your teeth, likely forgotten as you got lost in your own thoughts, presumably also about kissing, and megumi clears his throat.
"if you ask nicely, i'd do it for a gummy worm"
it's half a joke, at least he means it to be as he reaches for the bag in your other hand. your eyes are on him right away, an amused smirk tugging at your lips in your surprise, but you find yourself tilting the bag of worms towards him so he could help himself to one. he plucks out a yellow and orange one, keeping it in his hold while he looks at you, clearly waiting.
"you'll make out with me for a gummy worm?" you ask, a small laugh escaping you, but you can't tell if he's joking, so you shut up quickly as your heart beat races up into your throat.
perhaps you get too eager too quick. your eyes widen and you're biting down on your cheek to keep from grinning, but the idea of kissing megumi has your head feeling twirly and reason drifting away at an alarming rate.
you've always sorta wondered if these one-on-one movie nights in his bed would ever lead anywhere. you were too anxious yourself to initiate anything, but you weren't stupid. he always closed the door behind you when you arrived, and being alone, on a bed, just the two of you, well, that was just so easy wasn't it? the thought had crossed your mind more than once, often when you felt his eyes on you when he thought you wouldn't notice, or when he pulled you closer to him so 'you wouldn't fall off the mattress'. but it had always been a brief little daydream that you brushed off.
this was as close to the real thing as you've ever gotten.
"you drive a hard bargain," you mumble, finally ripping your worm in half to eat the strawberry flavored gummy. megumi chuckles as you finish the other half. "what's the catch?"
"catch?" he repeats.
he turns to face you better, laying on his side, completely ignoring the movie. you swallow the lump in your throat as he rests his elbow on the pile of pillows behind you both, leaning his head into his hand.
"yeah," you nod. "you're messing with me?" you question skeptically. "you have a bet with nobara?"
this time when he chuckles, he smiles, his teeth flashing with delighted amusement. he'd given you a pretty straightforward offer, and here you were pressing for more details.
"not messin' with you," he murmurs, leaning closer to you.
at first you start to pull away, but you pause just as quickly as your eyes flicker down to his lips, which are a mere few inches away from yours now. you don't notice that he drops his gummy worm back into the bag before he pulls it out of your hand, dropping it on the night stand behind him without even looking.
as soon as the candy is no longer an obstacle, it's like you've become the most powerful magnet in the world.
his hand wraps around the nape of your neck, the hood on your head falling the rest of the way as he pulls you forward and slants his lips over yours. they're soft, and a little sticky from the candy, but they're so, so sweet that he can't help himself. he kisses you again and again and again, getting lost in the way your lips lock against his with eagerness.
he kisses you fast, like you're on borrowed time, like he's insatiable. you're both heaving between kisses, panting through your noses as you rush to explore the new sensation, again and again and again. it's not until he realizes his hand is traveling with a mind of it's own towards the inviting skin of your bare leg that megumi's snapping out of his dazed state, and pulling away from you with hooded eyes.
he's still trying to catch his breath, his lips are already swollen and his pupils are blown wide as he looks at you, and you give him a lazy smile as you admire his pretty features. you like this look on him, you realize. you'd like to make him look like this all the time.
"i'm sorry," he breathes, eyes flickering between yours. "are you sure you-"
before he can ask his silly question, you're grabbing him by the collar of his tee shirt and yanking him forward, crashing your lips into his again with fervor, as if you couldn't possibly wait another second.
your lips are soft, and he could've easily mistaken you for gentle if your hands weren't wandering into his hair and beginning to tug. not that the feeling bothered him- not in a bad way anyway. he's quite responsive to it, humming into your mouth and finally sinking his fingers into the plush of your thigh.
he pulls you closer with ease, swiftly pressing you close to him, while you get lost in a series of hurried kisses. your touch grows more tender as you release your hold on his messy locks of hair. they wander down his neck, along his shoulders and then sliding back together over his collarbones, your movements slow as you explore the hard planes of lean muscle down his chest.
he's only just pulled you into him, but now he's pushing you back. his movements are smooth, trying not to be too rough on you, but the urge to push you into the sheets and climb overtop of you outweighs the repercussions of what was going to come of the two of you once you'd satiated this desire.
consequences are far from your mind as you happily get comfortable on your back, your lips not leaving his for even a second. oxygen was overrated. you could breathe through your nose. well, you could when megumi wasn't pushing so close to you that your nose smushed into his cheek, but you quite enjoyed the messy kisses, so you wouldn't dare complain.
his breath his hot as his mouth begins to work it's way aways from yours. you finally gasp for the precious air, or maybe you're just winded as soft lips trace down your chin and across your jaw.
your hands are back in his hair, carding through and getting lost in dark tresses. when his trail of kisses begins to make it's way towards your neck, you're craning your head back on instinct, giving him all the access he wanted. you can feel his lips curl into a smile over the sensitive skin of your throat.
your fingers tighten in his hair as his wet mouth hungrily peppers sweet kisses across the expanse of skin you'd so willingly displayed for him. his name falls from your mouth in a small, shy whisper, but there's nothing bashful about the way your legs hike up around his hips, drawing him even closer to you.
the hand that isn't bracing himself next to your head is quick to reach down and grab onto your leg, pulling it up further until you've properly locked it over his hip. his fingers dig roughly into your heated skin, before smoothing over the spot in soothing caresses. he touches everywhere he can reach, just as his lips are kissing everywhere they can reach. he's getting ahead of himself, the room is getting hotter and your soft pants are turning into whimpers and moans and he should really slow it down before he can't turn back.
your friendship could still come back from this, couldn't it?
as if answering his unspoken question, you're pulling his hair until he lifts his head from where it had been buried in the crook of your neck. he catches sight of a blossoming red and purple mark in the shape of his mouth before you're guiding his face towards yours.
you're eyes are gleaming with excitement, and your lazy little smile turns into a full grin when you finally meet his gaze. you give him a chaste kiss before you whisper to him with enthusiasm.
"take off your shirt"
so your friendship probably couldn't come back from this, but it was definitely headed in a much better direction.
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a/n: i know ppl complain about there being too much jjk smut and i know a lot of ppl have followed me for my writing bcuz i don't write smut but. damn. not for a lack of trying. i wish i was good at writing smut. this could've been so much better >:/ enjoy the cliffhanger ig
xoxo ~ jordie
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a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long oh my god. i planned to post this on valentine's day but shit hit the fan so bad and i've had to take my cat to the vet twice this month :/ and i had to get some people to make this dude leave me alone cause boundaries aren't a thing anymore apparently. ANYWHO!!! i hope you guys enjoy this! again sorry it took so long! credit to the gif owner!!
warnings: mean parents (mainly dad), not proofread (that's a warning itself), there's probably some cursing in here, angst to fluff!! no pronouns used! everyone is free to read :)
Your hands shook as you shoved clothes into your bag. You could still hear your parents shouting at each other downstairs but you didn't care, not right now at least. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to stop your own crying while they fought.
“That is our child! I will not have you kick them out!” your mom shouted.
“So you're okay with them running around with a drug dealer while we work our asses off to provide for them?!”
You flinch at the booming voice echoing through the house. They weren't supposed to find out like this, you're glad Eddie managed to run out of the house before your father could strangle him. You're standing at the top of the stairs watching your parents argue, your mom pinches the bridge of her nose while your dad continues to yell.
“We don't work our asses off so that they can fuck around and be delinquent!”
“I know…” your mom sighed.
“We didn't give away our weekends to work while they go out to get high and do only God knows what!”
“I know! Don't you think I know this?! But sweetie…they're young-”
“Young or not they're not to be seen with him ever again.”
“Don't I get a say in this?!”
Your parents turn toward the stairs shocked to see you down.
“Baby we said go to your room-” your mom started but was cut off by your dad.
“No, you do not get a say in this. You are going to your room to study-”
Tears well in your eyes as you shake your head. “Dad please-”
“No!” he shouted.
“You're not even trying to hear me out!”
“There’s nothing to hear! End of discussion!”
Silence falls over the three of you as you wipe away a stray tear that fell down your cheek.
“You can't stop me from seeing him. I won't let you.”
“If you see him again you can pack your things and get out of my house.”
Your eyes widened as your mom gasped out your dad’s name while her hands flew to her mouth in shock. You don't even bother to look in your dad’s direction when you grab the bag that was hidden behind your legs on the last step of the stairs. You miss the look of shock on his face as you brush past him, your mom following close behind trying to reason with you.
“Sweetie, go back to your room, it's raining crazy out there, your father didn't mean what he said.”
You stop walking, your hand on the door as you turn around to face the man that kicked you out of your childhood home.
“Say it,” you say through gritted teeth.
“He didn't-”
“Not you mom, I know you want me to stay but I need to hear it from his mouth.”
You feel hopeful when you see him make his way toward you but that all goes away when he opens the door and looks at you with sad and tired eyes.
“You can come back when you've come to your senses.”
You don't even bother hiding the tears streaming down your face as you exit the house quickly trying to get away from the shouts that were quick to reach your ears. You stood still on the sidewalk, the drops of rain mixing in with your tears as one thought ran through your head.
Where the fuck were you supposed to go now?
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You don't remember how you managed to make it over to the all too familiar trailer park but you're grateful to have made it in one piece. Although it is late into the night, you don't hesitate to lift your hand up and knock on the door three times. While you wait for someone to answer, you wrap your arms around your body to keep your frame warm while you try your best to avoid the rain that's pouring from the sky.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?”
Your eyes shoot up to the voice at the door and tears well up again before you clear your throat.
“Can I come in Wayne? I-i’m sorry for waking you I-i just need-”
He gently shushes you and brings you into the warm home before closing the door.
“Stay here sweetheart,” he whispered while locking the door. “I'll get you a towel and wake Eddie up for you.”
You mutter out a quiet thank you but before he leaves he places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with kind eyes.
“I'm not sure what happened with your folks, but you always have a home here kid.”
You give him a sad smile and watch as he walks away to get you a towel. Your eyes scan the all-too-familiar trailer and you smile when you see a picture of Eddie and Wayne hanging by the door. Your heart swelled when you saw how happy it looked with just the two of them, who knows? Maybe you'll be happy without your parents breathing down your neck and trying to control almost every aspect of your life.
You furrow your brows studying the picture some more. Although your parents were controlling you knew they loved you. All they wanted was the best for you.
Oh god, you think to yourself. What if this was a mistake? What if they were right and you shouldn't be hanging out with someone like Eddie? The town does talk and he doesn't exactly have the best track record. Maybe you should go home, maybe you should just sleep on this and maybe you can even convince your parents to give you some sort of freedom. The sound of someone stumbling down the hall breaks you free from your thoughts as you turn around to see what was the cause of the noise.
“Shit- ow,” Eddie grumbled as he hopped over a pile of mess in the hall. He stops in his tracks when your eyes lock with his and suddenly everything comes rushing back to you. The fight, you walking in the rain, waking up both of the Munson men.
“Eddie…” you whimpered out.
Eddie is quick to rush over to your side and wrap a warm towel around your rain-soaked body.
“Hey, hey, it's okay-”
“It's not okay Eddie!”
Eddie nods his head. “Okay, it's not okay, what's going on sweetheart? Why are you here so late?”
You stumble over your words. You try whispering, keeping in mind that Wayne probably went back to sleep but little sobs make themselves known from time to time. Eddie gently shushes you as he leads you toward his bedroom and sits you on the edge of his bed.
“Here, it's not much but it'll keep you warm,” he said quietly while placing the black sweatshirt beside you. You mumble out a quiet thank you as he turns around and lets you get changed.
“I'm done,” you whisper.
Eddie turns around and offers you a small smile before he lays down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. You take a seat next to him and lean back against the headboard, your fingers falling to play with the hem of the sweatshirt he gave you.
“So,” he said quietly. “Are you gonna tell me what brings you to my humble abode?”
You giggle and wipe away a small tear.
“Parents kicked me out.”
Eddie sits up quickly, his eyes are wide in shock and you're looking at everything except for him.
“Shit…I'm sorry to hear that.”
You shrugged your shoulders and finally laid down, bringing the blanket up to you. Your sore and stressed body is finally getting the much-needed rest it deserves. No wonder Eddie never shows up for first period, his bed is practically a cloud that lulls you to sleep without even knowing it. You were too busy fighting to keep your eyes open that you didn't even realize Eddie got back into his usual position until he asked you another question.
“Was it because of me?”
Your eyes snap open as your mind scatters trying to think of what to say. The last thing you want to do is make Eddie feel upset, but your silence was speaking loud enough for you.
“I get it if you don't want to hang out anymore. I don't have a squeaky-clean record like you-”
You laughed. “My record isn't squeaky clean.”
“Yeah because you met me.”
A familiar silence falls over you both and the tension in the air is thick.
“Are they gonna let you go back?” he asks quietly.
You nod your head. “Only if I stop seeing you.”
Eddie bites the inside of his bottom lip. He clears his throat and nods his head almost as if he's accepting that this is the last time he'll see you.
“I don't want to.”
Eddie furrows his brows in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don't want to stop seeing you,”
A blanket of silence covers you both but it's different this time, almost as if Eddie is waiting for you to finish saying what you want to say. What you need to say.
“I like you, Eddie. I like how you made studying with you more than studying. It was fun, I found myself looking forward to seeing you every Wednesday after school.”
You bring your hand up to your lips and anxiously chew on your fingernails.
“I know you might not feel the same way, and that's okay. I just…I don't want to stop seeing you.”
“I don't want to stop seeing you either.”
Before you had time to let the words sink in Eddie had his arms wrapped around you, your body pressing into his. You feel his lips gently kiss the crown of your head as he gives you a little squeeze.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.
You shimmied your arms free from his embrace and placed both hands on his face. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes at your warm touch.
“I want this. I want you.”
“Are you sure-”
“I want it all Eddie. I want all the trouble we're gonna face, I want to come home to you after a bad day, I want you to wrap me in your arms when you see me. I want this.”
Not even bothering to hide the smile that stretched across his face he tightens his arms around you again and gently nudges your head with his nose.
“You know,” he starts. “People are gonna talk when they see us. Word will get around and your parents will find out.”
You shrug your shoulders leaning up just a little bit to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Let them talk then. What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" a chuckle escapes your lips as you snuggle into his side.
"It's you and me against the world now Munson."
"Yeah," Eddie sighs with a smile.
"You and me.”
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NSFW Husk headcanons because I've lost control of my life
-Dude loves a nice ass. Gender and presentation don't matter, if you have a nice round ass he wants it. Sit on his face, let him burrow his nose and tongue into your cheeks. Give him some 69 to really sweeten the deal. Let him fuck you, let him feel those soft cheeks pressed into his waist on every deep thrust... yeah, that's the ticket.
-I still need to figure out exactly how I want to write his dick, just that it's not strictly human, and it's more mammalian than avian. Don't know how far I wanna go with the barbs. I need to go look at some inspiration (read: filthy, filthy furry porn.) It's a good size, can really fuck you up if he wants to.
-He's pretty strictly a top - not too keen on penetration. He's tried it, it doesn't do it for him. Might let you rim him if he's drunk enough, though. He does like giving head regardless of genitalia, but you have to let him set the pace. Try any shit like throatfucking and you're gonna be left with your hand for the rest of the night. (This does not, of course, mean that he's not going to throatfuck you, especially during a good 69 where he's so turned on he can't help but thrust.)
-He's not really into BDSM in general, and he is definitely not into being submissive. He already wasn't into it when he was alive, but after everything he's been through in hell, absolutely not. Do not restrain him, do not talk down to him, and for the love of god don't even suggest pet play. Best case scenario he'll just get pissed off; worst case scenario you're gonna trigger a breakdown. Don't do it.
-That said, he can still be fairly dominant outside of the typical BDSM stereotypes. He'll tie you up if you really want, but that's not the domination he's into; when he thinks about being dominant, he thinks about pinning you down and fucking you fast and rough until you're an overstimulated mess. If the bed isn't slamming into the wall with every thrust, he's not doing it hard enough. Expect lots of loud swearing about how fucking great you're making him feel. He loves dirty talk, clawing, and biting in both directions. Sink your teeth into his shoulder at your own risk, it'll only intensify his need. Definitely have to be careful if you're fucking his demon form; he doesn't want to hurt you, but he'll never quite be used to those claws...
-Even if he's toned down now, he was a lot more sadistic as an Overlord. Loved making bets with prey and then dominating his prize when he won. He'd back off if he other person truly seemed to be distressed, but uncertainty and passivity weren't deterrents for him, and if he could get his prize to start begging for more of his rough treatment, then that was the greatest prize of all. He's not proud of this aspect of himself, which makes him wary about indulging in consensual sadism after his fall, but if you can really make him comfortable and assure him that you want him to be not just rough, but mean about it, then maybe the instinct will kick in again...
-He has a surprising amount of stamina. He may be in his 60's, but being a demon gets rid of all those pesky problems that come with an aging human body. He can go for hours if he really wants it. Given how rough he likes it, you better have the stamina in turn to keep up. This is especially apparent when he gets back into sexual activity after his fall from being an Overlord, since he hasn't had much sex if any at all since then. He is super pent up and it's going to take a few all-nighters for him to get it all out of his system.
-For all of his love of rough, intense sex, the man has a heart, too; you'll make him feel so much better if you warm him up first. Cuddle and kiss him, compliment him, scratch and massage that spot beneath his wings that hits so right. He's happy to return the favor, teasing every inch of you with his mouth and hands until you're begging him to fill you up already. He'll rub his cock against your hole while you're begging, smirking down at your desperate face. The sounds you make when he finally gives you what you want are so satisfying.
-He loves multiple types of compliment during sex. He loves hearing how much you love him, how happy he makes you, how you always want to be with him... and he also loves hearing about how badly you need his huge cock slamming you open. A little ego stroking goes a long way with him. Nothing too cheesy, he finds overly scripted porno dialogue to be a bit of a turnoff, but if you find that sweet spot between earnest and filthy he's all yours.
-He's a big cuddler after sex. He feels incredibly vulnerable when the deed is done, and should not be left alone afterward under any circumstances at risk of permanent emotional damage. Let him take care of you, kissing all the spots he scratched and thanking you for the good time, before falling asleep with his arms and wings wrapped around you. His purrs are loudest during a post-coital cuddle and sleep. It's adorable, but do not mention this to him, ever. He already knows he does it. You do not need bring it up. (This wasn't quite the case when he was an Overlord; the most he could manage then were some halfhearted apologies or compliments on how well they did, depending on how it went, before sending them off so he could go drown his deeply repressed guilt in booze. It wasn't great for him. Not a thing he ever wants to revisit.)
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Why A Better World is my favourite "Evil Superman" Story
So in the last two decades or so, there's been a notable amount of dark and edgy stories around superheroes turning evil and whatnot and most of them really love to do their own expies of Superman. I've never been the biggest fans of these kinds of stories.
And then there's the actual stories of Superman and other heroes being outright villains or at least just massive assholes. In recent years, this has been largely thanks to the influence of media like the Injustice Games or the Synderverse DC movies. It's... honestly become a trope I am tired of.
Because you know the damnest thing? There is a story that does all these ideas really damn well and arguably better. It is the two-parter from the Justice League cartoon "A Better World".
Now, I am aware how most people favouring the DCAU has become a bit of toxic nostalgia at times and it's something I myself am trying to work through a bit. But in this case, I do think it's the best idea of doing an evil DC story, much better and more interesting than the Crime Syndicate, who if you ask me are not very interesting, though I do remember liking the Crisis On Two Earths movie a lot, which funny enough, was originally going to be this two parter before various things led to it being canned and then later repurposed as a direct to DVD movie.
Anyway, my main crux of why I love this story is simple... The entire Justice League turns evil... and the reasons are very much in-character for all of them. You look at the scene with Justice Lord Batman for example.
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As fucking evil as the Justice Lords are... Batman can't quite fully hate his alternate self for his reason for taking part in all this being basically one-step further than his own mission, that no child should ever go through what he did. Hell, I recall reading that the reason the writers had Batman drop his batarang at the end of this scene... was because he genuinely wouldn't be able to come up with an argument to that.
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Superman likewise kills Lex Luthor because yeah, Luthor literally exploited the flaws in Democracy and became president of the US, threatening to kinda basically start world war 3. It's obviously horrible... but Superman is a character whose main motivation is making the world a better place. And if people who abuse the systems of power of the world are hurting people, why shouldn't Superman put a stop to that?
And yeah, Superman should obviously never kill, he's the most paragon of paragons of the DC universe, a man committed to always being better than the villains he fights... but this is him pushed to his most logical extreme. Hell, the main Superman knows this and its why Lex used his knowledge of this alternate universe as part of his plan in the season after this, to goad our Superman into crossing the line because yeah, there's a part of him that could go this far.
But right as Superman is about to apparently finish him, the big guy says this.
"I'm not the man who killed President Luthor. I wish to heaven that I were but I'm not."
Because Superman like everyone else, obviously would have those same thoughts and same urges. He's human.
I've kinda gone off Injustice a bit because to be honest... the injustice games were kinda just this but a bit too edgelordy. Hell, in A Better World, Lois Lane still lives and the whole genesis of it doesn't revolve around her getting fridged.
So yeah, A Better World is probably one of my favourite mirror universe stories because of the fact that well... it really is like looking in a mirror and seeing just how easy the greatest heroes can become evil and how they wouldn't be massively out of character doing so. But also it reminds us that as much as this darkness can tempt some of our finest, the ones who don't go down this dark path are stronger in heart than anyone else. Because when the world becomes a dark and horrible place, it becomes very easy to be just as dark. But even though it can be hard to still try and be a good person even in dark times, it's ultimately worth it. Because good always triumphs over evil.
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Hello! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering what your thoughts were for a Yandere Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel? I’m having trouble writing a good representation of him and would like some advice.
Honestly I'm gonna humble myself and say that it took reading someone else's post to make me like, REALLY notice the nuances of Lucifer's character
This post right here literally made me rewatch his scenes and go "oh wow he IS like DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED"
He doesn't remember Charlie told him where she is, or what she's doing, and he can barely follow a conversation despite clearly trying to pay attention. He also just seems kind of scattered, and um, HE LITERALLY MAKES A JOKE ABOUT DYING FROM FALLING OFF THE HOTEL BALCONY like dude is making jokes about death in front of his fucking daughter, like my dudes, I think this guy is BARELY holding himself together
He clearly loves loves LOVES Charlie but he doesn't really know how to properly articulate himself and I have a feeling there's a lot he's concealing from her, and another big question is, is his depression from being cast out of Heaven, or from something to do with his missing wife, or a combination of both? Either way this man is clearly dealing with like, really bad issues. And Charlie also mentioned he wasn't around a whole lot when she was younger, so... did he have depression back then too?
So, that all said, I feel like a yandere Lucifer would almost be, potentially invigorated by his darling? Given a new lease on life? He may not be 100% his old self again but, you get him to like, 65, maybe 70% on a good day. You give him another reason to get out of bed in the morning, or afternoon, or evening or, whenever he can drag his depressed ass out of bed
Given what we currently know, I feel like a romantic yandere Lucifer would pretend to only be platonic and do his best to poorly conceal his feelings because of his whole... "can't ask his missing wife if it's ok for you to be their third" ordeal, the man still wears his wedding ring, and a platonic yandere Lucifer basically adopts you like another kid, because uh, I mean for one he apparently canonically missed a lot of Charlie's childhood, and he's also an ancient fallen angel, so he's got that age advantage on you no matter how old you are. I mean what are a few decades when he's literally thousands upon thousands upon thousands--you get the idea
Yandere Lucifer would want to stay close to you, helping watch over you, maaaaaybe being overly paranoid about you randomly disappearing and going missing For Very Obvious Reasons, and in the process he winds up being unintentionally overbearing. I mean, he did it in irritation, but he basically showed up at Charlie's hotel immediately saying it was a dump and all of HER FRIENDS were 'a bunch of losers'. He never completely pulls his punches when there's something he's displeased with, even if it has something to do with someone he loves, so his darling would get much of the same treatment. "Ohhhhh, you uh, you wanted to move across the city? That's, um, definitely a fun idea! BuuuuuUuuut, what IF, instead of doing that--", like, he tries to playfully tug you in 'the right direction' until you make him put his foot down
Hmmm... what would him losing his cool look like... well, we've already seen that he doesn't mind throwing hands and WILL KILL, but will stop if he's asked to or there's a good reason. With you, though, you're not typically going to be there to stop him from offing any rivals or bad influences, so I imagine he'd be kinda casual about it, actually! He already thinks pretty lowly of Sinners, so say he finds out you've been ditching him and Charlie to go out drinking with strangers, making new friends, maybe having a few one night stands? Yeah, some of those people definitely aren't calling you back, and Lucifer doesn't really see a problem with it. These people are kind of the worst and really don't deserve you, anyways! If anything he's helping clean up Hell for you and his daughter and keeping you safe :)
Losing his cool with YOU... I think would involve him using his powers to finally confine you, maybe even going demon mode to intimidate you into submission in a very dad-esque "now you listen HERE" kind of way. We don't really know the scope and scale of his powers but I can picture him at least being, obviously much stronger than he looks, and transforming to fly you "back home" where he puts you in your room where no one can reach you without his explicit permission (and you also can't leave~)
One second you're just drunk and jokingly defying him, teasing him, maybe even picking him up and swinging him around because you're bigger than him, to you he's just a silly little guy! Meanwhile this Grown Ass Man Who Is Also The Actual Devil is getting more than just a little frustrated you basically view him as a wacky little cartoon more than a grown man, one who has had sex and has had two wives and sired a child. You're just teasing him and stumbling around drunk when he's trying to get you to your hotel room to get to bed to sleep, like you're clearly not taking him seriously, maybe even playfully putting your hands on him (TOTALLY not riling him up in 'fun' ways) and he finally just huffs and snaps his fingers and, you're suddenly magic'd to bed! You're laying there blinking confused and he's tucking you in and chuckling that "you're such a handful!" before leaving you to sleep and somehow INSTANTLY knowing when you're up.
You ARE in his house, after all...
Not to be gross but uh..... I'm not saying "yandere Lucifer who has the power to still get a Sinner pregnant if he wanted to and you wind up fooling around with him and you're waking up with his little apple symbol on your lower tummy as one of those like hentai womb tattoos to show you're pregnant" but uhhhhhhhhhhyeah that's what I'm saying, and whether it was accidentally or intentionally, he's keeping it, and thus, keeping YOU
I just feel like he'd be very goofy and awkward and bad at hiding his feelings and being very clearly overprotective and jealous in ways everyone else but you manages to pick up on (god Alastor would have some MATERIAL) and, in a romantic/sexual setting he eventually just loses his patience with you not seeing him as a man and just gets... progressively more forward. You pop back into the Hotel after a night out and Lucifer's already hammered at the bar with Husk, stumbling up to you, hanging off of you, slurring and embarrassing himself, "You'reeeee SO pretty... like SO pretty.... do you wanna have *BELCH* you wanna fuck? Cause I LOVE to fuck, like when I FUCKED my wife to make my DAUGHTER, my wife and daughter that I have, 'cuz im a DAD, 'cuz I'm a MAN!" and you're just giggling and ruffling his hair, "You're so weird, dude ^^" and walking away while Lucifer internally screams, wondering just how DIRECT with you he's going to have to be
meanwhile Charlie is totally cool with all of this and sees this as a weird double whammy of Curing Dad's Depression + new family member and friend hurray! and she's totally actively either shipping you with her dad or aiding and abetting him in his weird attempts to absorb you into the Morningstar family
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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.
When in Vegas
Prompt Day 11: Royalty AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Drinking, Gambling | Tags: AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, What Happens in Vegas
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry," Steve says, grabbing the shoulders of the guy he nearly knocked over on the Vegas casino floor. "I'm clumsy. It's apparently contagious. I caught it from my best friend," Steve explains, giggling.
He's tipsy.
"I see," the guy says, voice tense.
"Sorry, again," Steve repeats, and smiles in his direction.
"It's fine," the guy says, and Steve lets go of him. And then takes a good, long look. He's cute, but he's wearing a Knicks hat, and that's a definite dealbreaker.
He watches as the guy blushes under his gaze. Oh. Well, he's adorable. For a mortal enemy.
"Sorry, I can't be seen talking to you. Not after last night," Steve says, swaying on his feet, and the guy looks very confused.
"Last night?" he asks.
Steve points at his hat, "Your team knocked my team out of the semifinals, and I can't cross enemy lines."
The guy chuckles a little, and takes off his hat and examines it, like he's not sure what hat he was wearing on his own head. That's odd.
People are so weird.
Steve slumps down on the seat at the nearest slot machine and holds his hand back, offering his new frenemy a handful of nickels.
He takes them, and sits down next to him.
"Well, I'm Steve."
"Eddie," the guy says.
"What brings you to Vegas, Eddie?" Steve asks, pulling the handle on his machine again.
"A holiday," Eddie says, and Steve tries to think what holiday he means and is drawing a blank.
"My friends are getting married," Steve offers, and Eddie visibly tenses beside him.
"Well, that's nice. For them," Eddie says, voice clipped, tight.
And his voice is different than it was. Like his accent is fake. Is his accent fake? Robin would love that. A puzzle for her to solve. Where is Robin? She went to the bathroom a long time ago.
And she turns up, right after he has a cute boy, no, a cute Knicks fan, to talk to. Figures.
Robin's eyes are huge.
"You're…" she trails off, and Eddie shushes her.
"Who? He's who?" Steve asks, looking between them, wildly.
"Prince Eddie," she hisses, looking at Steve like he's the weird one here. He's the only sane one, he's pretty sure.
He's drunk. But this isn't Prince Eddie.
"Prince Eddie, as in, Prince Eddie," Steve says, not believing this bullshit.
"Please," Eddie says again, pulling his hat down lower.
Which, Steve guesses, would make sense. If Eddie just grabbed a hat as a disguise, he probably didn't care or know what team he was repping. So, maybe, he could be forgiven. Maybe.
"What are you doing lurking around a casino?" Robin asks, "Shouldn't you be across the pond?"
"Yes, well," Prince Eddie says haughtily, and he suddenly has a posh little accent. Steve knew it was fake earlier.
"Well, what?" Steve asks. He's curious now.
"My family has been trying to arrange a marriage, and I just decided to flee the country."
Steve looks at him, and he's never been able to school his face very well, and Prince Eddie must be able to read him like a book.
"I didn't say it was a good plan," Eddie admits, a little petulantly.
"Won't they know where you've gone? Or do you have secret money? I bet you have secret money," Robin rambles. She's tipsy, too.
"Well, yes. They must know I'm in the United States at this point. But I haven't checked into a hotel or anything they can trace me to yet."
"So, you're just gonna live in this casino?" Steve asks, "Is that the plan?"
"That's not the plan," Prince Eddie snaps.
Steve smiles, this is the most entertainment he's had all weekend. And they're in Vegas. It's been non-stop entertainment.
"You can stay with us, if you want to!" Robin suggests, overly chipper about that terrible idea.
"Yeah, this prince-"
And Prince Eddie shushes him, loudly.
Steve corrects himself, mid-sentence, "-this normal man, wants to crash in our hotel room. Sure."
"Well, he could!" Robin says, like it's an actual option.
"We could be serial killers," Steve says.
"You're not serial killers, don't be daft," Prince Eddie declares.
Steve smiles, because, yeah, they're not.
"We're not serial killers," Steve admits, "but we are poor commoners. So, still bad for you, I'd imagine."
Prince Eddie smiles, soft and amused.
Robin starts, "Prince Eddie-"
He interupts, "Please, just call me Eddie. I beg of you."
"Eddie," Robin says, "do you want to crash in our hotel room?"
"Yes, please, I think I'd like that very much."
Steve cannot believe his ears. But, okay, sure they can host a prince for the night.
Robin pulls up a chair in between them, and orders them all another round of drinks.
And another.
And another.
Once Prince Eddie loosens up, he's actually funny. Steve reaches over and turns his hat around backwards on his head.
"That's better. So I can look at you without gagging."
Eddie laughs, adjusting the hat, but leaving it backwards.
"So, you gotta get married," Robin says, like she understands his royal plight. She's touching both of their shoulders.
"Apparently, I'm of that age," Eddie slurs, feeding the machine another coin.
"And there's nobody you want to marry?" Robin asks.
Eddie shakes his head, "I'm definitely not interested in anyone they deem suitable."
Steve drains his glass, and just in time, because the waitress brings another round. They are small, and a little weak. But free. Steve likes free.
"What's that mean?" she questions, and Robin is playing stupid. She knows exactly why.
If Steve clocked him, Robin definitely did.
Eddie must agree with Steve's assessment, "You're aware I can't marry a woman."
"Well, we're in Vegas. You should marry Steve!" Robin shouts with delight.
Steve laughs, loudly. Yeah, sure, he'll marry Prince Eddie in front of Elvis. Sounds like a solid plan.
Then he sees Eddie looking at him, like he's considering this, and Steve's eyes go wide.
Notes: What year does this take place in? I have no idea. There's nickel slots instead of players card machines, but they can get married. So, it's just a total AU. Go with it, lol.
And I had a totally different idea for the Royalty AU, but it needed more words than 1000. Hopefully it'll go up for Steddiemas, instead. So, I had to come up with a second idea. Royalty isn't exactly in my wheelhouse, so I never expected to write two back-to-back, lol.
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— gorgeous, chapter 3
Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader
Third visit, and complications. Not only with your car. (3,4k)
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When it was your third time to see him, two weeks later again in your clinic, it wasn't the best day for you, to be honest.
Everything seemed to be against you. Not only your dearest coffee machine broke, but you didn't bring your umbrella on the walk back to the clinic since your car didn't work. And, of course, it rained cats and dogs, so you were pretty much pissed.
Another two weeks you spent on testing your luck with your car because once you could perfectly ride with it, and once it wouldn't just work because engine wouldn't even start. So, you continued with your little tradition of walking back home with hope that no one would murder you in the bushes. Or kidnap you.
You thought Simon would have a great laugh of this if it would happen, considering that he told you that's better to not test your luck and just go with it to mechanic. Celia's contact in your phone looked almost embarrassing every time you thought about it, so, you just weren't looking. You fought over a stupid thing months ago, and now you were too prideful to just admit she was right.
Shit happened, but you had your pride, and that occurred in being a fucking dumbass with car that wasn't exactly in the right condition, so you had to walk sometimes.
You had to eventually speak to Celia, you knew that, but you were extending that time for the longest.
Day in work was the usual; probably the calmest possible, good for you, considering that you've already had enough when you walked to the clinic. People were nice, talkative a bit, but you didn't mind that at all – if so, you liked people's stories. Older lady, named Madelyn, told you about struggles with her grandson that apparently was a big animal lover, but "violent" one. Four year old wasn't aware he was supposed to be delicate with his grandma's dog, so before she knew, he sat on him.
If her dog was a big one, like German Shepherd, it wouldn't be a problem. But, it was just a Jack Russell terrier, which caused you to chuckle a bit, when she told you that because they had luck nothing serious happened. To help old lady a bit, you gave her a special book for kids, how to communicate with animals.
She was in heaven when you handed her that, so it was a win.
Your work day quickly came to almost an end – almost, because you had one patient that you've waited for, and that was Simon's cat. For some reason, he always wanted to be the last in the line with Sparkles, so you respected that. It was supposed to be another routine visit after another two weeks.
And, for some reason, the thought of meeting him was tingly. It was a bit cheesy and sounded like a phrase picked up from fanfiction, but he was different. Different than people you usually met, different in the way that was just interesting for you to explore. Hell, you wanted to make him talk some more, like this time when you were walking in the same direction until he took another road. His voice was addictive, low, and the British accent was just fitting him so much that you could cry over it easily, you wanted more.
Simon seemed to loosen up the second visit, so you had hopes about the third one, after all. It was supposed to be the last one, another one in a month, so you wanted to melt that ice a little bit more before that break.
Fuck, you seemed like a teenager all over again when you thought about it.
"Someone's waiting for you." Bernie said, snapping you back to reality from your thoughts. She looked… mixed, out of sudden. "You want to pick that up, though."
"What? Can't they talk with me here?" you raised an eyebrow. If that certain someone was a client, you could take them here since you've been already waiting for Simon and had a small gap. It wouldn't hurt you.
"I figured out it would be better if you'd meet him outside." your assistant said, which came out a bit in a mumble; with a frown, you walked out of the room.
Bernie was never so mysterious about your visitors – yet, gears processing in your head told you it was someone you would rather avoid. Like, your day was already pretty fucked up, so you assumed the worst.
And, of course, you assumed right.
"Oh, fucking great" you scoffed under your breath, as you crossed your gaze with a stranger that was under your clinic's door.
Or, at least, you wanted for him to be a stranger, because he was your ex. Lousy one, where you wanted nothing from him, but to punch him in the face. You were together for three years straight, broke up about five months ago, just because he found someone else to bug.
Honestly, you were a little bit relieved when he broke up with you – still sad, but also relieved, considering that son of a bitch was… suffocating. Trying to cut your contacts with all of your friends, including Rosalie, including everyone that could be a "potential threat". Toxic partner as it finest, but you felt he would fuck up your life even more if you would try and break up with him.
So, you stayed, praying for a miracle, which was cheating, in his case. It felt like a huge favor when he told you that, well, he doesn't love you anymore and he thinks a breakup is the best option.
He was silent after that – until now, of course, and you could only imagine what he wanted from you.
"Hey, pretty thing." he smiled widely, looking at you. "Looking marvelous, as always. Still in shape after the breakup, I see?"
"You thought I'm gonna cry after you?" you raised an eyebrow. "Cut the crap and compliments, Vince. What do you want?"
Your ex chuckled.
"Well, ain't that the attiude I love, bird. Haven't you missed me? Because I did, and I thought we could do a little date."
Oh, he wasn't fucking serious, was he?
Not knowing how to react, you laughed, trying to see what his reaction would be – and in simple words, he switched attiudes fast. From charming and "appealing", Vince's face became a bit stern, dark, like he didn't like the answer you just gave him.
Immediately it gave you flashbacks from your relationship, where your every reaction was calculated since he liked to be rough. Since he loved irritating the shit out of you, just to see you're not gonna do shit about it.
Because he was stronger. Because he could easily overpower you, trap you into thinking that you were the wrong one, not him. Because he always apologized with flowers and crocodile tears in his eyes, when you stood your ground.
He was a motherfucking manipulator.
"You broke up with me just five months ago, and you want to be back together, suddenly?"
"I'm not talking about getting back together. Simple fucking. She's not it, you know?" he raised his eyebrow, mimicking you from earlier. "I do not like that reaction, though. Gotta work on that, baby."
"Mhm, no way. You can go fuck yourself." you shook your head, turning back from him, to go straight to your clinic.
There wasn't a point for you to talk to your ex especially when he was nothing but a douche, you thought it would be the best to leave him behind and ignore. He, in the other hand, didn't – and you were painfully reminded that when he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from going or pushing him. It was a hard grip.
"Be a little nicer, will you? I'm trying to be a gentleman, baby." he murmured, and you almost felt how everything is just rising in you.
That little "nickname" especially furiated you.
"Let me go, Vince."
"I could just take you, you know? Anywhere, even in your little clinic, and yet, I'm asking nicely. So, stop acting like a little bitch and–"
"–Good morning."
Your eyes immediately went to the stranger's voice – even if you didn't see him, you knew who it was. That sharp tone, cold, brown eyes, transporter with his cat in it; hell, it looked almost hilarious. Height difference between him and your ex wasn't big, yet, if you'd be talking about muscle…
All in all, Simon probably could eat him alive if he wanted to.
"Morning. I'll take you and Sparkles in a minute." you smiled weakly, trying to at least act okay, like nothing was happening. He didn't need any of this shit, you thought you could play it perfectly on your own.
"I'll take you?" your ex laughed, shaking his head to himself. His grip tightened on your wrist, and that made Simon put transporter on the ground immediately. "Seriously? He's your new toy or something, Addison?"
"He's a client and even if he were, it's none of your business. I already told you no."
"Barely five months, and you're acting like a whore" he laughed bitterlessly, looking at you with pure venom. "I wonder, how many dudes–"
Your ex wasn't even capable of finishing that sentence. His comments were like a breaking point for Simon, as he grabbed his two wrists, freeing you from him and bent Vince's arms under… really, really weird and uncomfortable angle.
It was almost unbelieveable how easy he did it, and it all looked like he wasn't putting any effort in it, even if you knew he had to.
"When a lady" he started, his voice low "tells you no, I think she does mean it, hm?"
"Oh, fucking let go of me, dude, you don't even–"
"–I believe she told you the same, and you didn't let her go."
How Simon looked right now, surprised even you – it's not like he was visibly mad or anything, because he had a motherfucking poker face. Yet, he looked terrifying, and if you would be in Vince's place, you'd run as fast as you could, trying to just get out of his sight.
Probably your ex thought the same since he looked at him furiously, mumbled some "sorry" that didn't sound convincing at all and walked away, when blonde let him go.
It made you feel lighter when you saw him stepping into his car and driving off.
"Thank you." you said, looking up in your 'savior's' eyes, who now eyed you up and down, trying to… find something? You didn't know until he pointed at your wrist, a bit concerned? It was really hard to read him or what he was thinking.
"How's your wrist?"
Oh.
"Been better." you shrugged, looking at your wrist too. Maybe it wasn't the worst, but you still felt like Vince's hands were there. "You didn't have to."
He rolled his eyes.
"Bullshit. Everyone who has some common sense should do this" he sighed, his eyes going up to meet yours.
For a few second, you both were silent, just two people looking at each other and you couldn't find the right words. Even if you thanked him, it seemed like too little considering he made Vince go away.
Even if it was for a moment and he could come back. It was… thoughtful.
"Not everyone would." you commented, but he was silent on that, as his brows furrowed. "Come on in, we have an appointment to do."
Simon followed you, without any word of course – he was being all mysterious again, or just simply in his thoughts, but you didn't mind. Not when you had a cat to take a good look at and Sparkles was absolutely looking gorgeous, even more healthier and even more… lively? Well, you could say that, especially the moment she practically jumped out of the transporter and you barely catched her, laughing at her behavior. Bernie was mesmerized too.
After a second or two of petting (Sparkles was irrestible, just that) you started examining her again, and when you really thought she doesn't need another x-ray, you did one, just in case your sixth sense was wrong. She seemed more than okay though; as you allowed her to inspect some places in your room and walk around, there was no hesitation in her moves.
That ginger cat even jumped over a few counters, causing Simon to have a heart attack and order her around to get down while Bernie was reaching her hands to her. You barely held back a laughter while you waited for x-ray results, because 6'4 man was practically begging his cat to come down, and she didn't give a shit about this. What's more funny, she licked her paw, not bothering to look at her owner.
You thought that he was more fitting for a dog owner, though – at least, the first time you looked at him. Back then, you could see how good his cat was for him especially considering the reputation they had and the attitude they had. Pretty much, the cats were Simon, and Simon was a cat. Black one.
Stepping their own path, choosing carefully who they want to trust, and who they want to simply avoid. It was the first vibe he gave off, and you didn't know about any other specific thing since he wasn't chatty, but it was a gut feeling.
And your gut feelings, mostly, weren't wrong.
X-ray came quickly; just as you thought, everything was healing up pretty well and Sparkles could just be fine with walking around apartment or really any other area, without her owner lurking at her all the time. What's more to it, a big satisfaction for you, she was looking even better, which you obviously said to him, like a praise.
Everything was fine, so why you were feeling a little sad? It was uncanny to feel this way, especially about something so normal, like a client and their owner. It was never something deeper, he never told you anything to feel attached to. Bernie wasn't feeling this way, she even left before results came in because it was late.
So why were you?
"You'll get a text when your visit will be scheduled. If something would be bothering you, I'm always over the phone" you smiled a bit, giving Sparkles a last bump in her tiny nose, before closing the gabinet behind you.
Once again, Simon was the last client. What a coincidence, huh?
"Right." he mused.
He looked like he was about to say something else, but didn't – at least, not until when you moved past your car, even if your keys were dingling in your hand. Simon even raised his eyebrow which was odd enough since mostly he had this perfect poker face.
"Can't believe it."
"Listen, listen" you squealed, one of your hand going through your hair. "I have a point in not giving my car to my mechanic. It would be rude."
Simon huffed, his eyes glistening with amusement.
"Rude. Giving car to mechanic, whose job is, simplest words given, repairing cars."
You rolled your eyes, laughing.
"Well, okay, it's not only that. She's my best friend, Celia. And we haven't spoken in… eight, nine months because we had a fight."
He was silent; awfully silent, so you took it as a sign to bring him into the details, if he wanted it or not.
"You know, she told me to break up with Vince. Called me a few names, I called her a shitty best friend, we were even. She was right though" you sighed. "But since then… well, it is just bad to reach out to her because my car is in shitty condition. It's not right." you babbled.
"And he ain't even worth a fight." he mumbled, more than himself than to you; your gazes crossed once again. "Just talk to her. It's just a man, your friendship is more valuable. And, your car is more valuable than this."
"Smart, coming from just a man" you teased him with a smile, nudging his side with your elbow.
You knew he was right though; Vince wasn't even worth it in the first place. To fight over someone like him.
Which was ironic, after fight with Celia, you two were together for only a few months. Theoretically, you could reach out after the breakup, but in practice, a wave of shame and guilt going through you was damn big that time. She was your friend, even best friend just trying to give you advice. Maybe too harshly, but it was her way of doing things – after saying something out of place, she was realizing that it might appear bad.
A sagittarius, what's more to explain?
"See, I'm the famous exception." he looked at you; he didn't nudged you back or anything, but seeing the corner of his lips twitching a bit was good enough for you. Cocky, challenging. He was confident.
You wanted to even dig in deeper, make some comments about this little smile to rile him up a bit, but you forgot what was on your mind in seconds when you realized that he was still walking with you.
He was supposed to turn right at crossroad.
"Taking a shortcut?" you asked him, even if in your mind was another question. It was better to play dumb than making assumptions, you thought.
"Walking you home."
You raised an eyebrow – surprised that you were right. You tried to tell yourself that maybe it wasn't big. He was in military after all, maybe it was a feeling of responsibility talking, work responsibility, to take care of everyone.
Yet, a feeling in your chest was a warm one. He was practically a stranger with absolutely cute cat, adorable eyes and a face that practically begged to be studied better. Still, you were a bit too shy to look, as you didn't want to appear as rude.
"May I ask why?" you glanced at transporter in his hand with Sparkles in it.
"You may, always. The thing is, I might not answer" he hummed, his eyes on the road straight, although you could see that his attention is on the high alert. A simple noise, and his eyes darted to the place.
"I know it anyway. Why are you doing this, I mean."
"Do you?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"Then?"
"Well, I might not tell you that."
Simon snorted with laughter.
"Alright."
You lasted maybe a minute of quiet.
"I think that's because of that situation with Vince. And because I don't have this shitty car, so you thought it would be better to, like, walk me home. Even if it's not something that you have to do."
"You're always like this?" he asked after a few seconds, out of the blue, and you had to blink twice to register that.
"Like what?"
"Talking. Even if you pretty much told me you're not gonna tell me."
"…yeah." you mumbled with a bit of shame, pink creeping at your cheeks. "Are you always so reserved?"
"Negative. I'm not reserved, 'st talking when I'm supposed to." he shrugged, as he looked at you, which you saw with the corner of your eye, considering that now your attention was on your sneakers. "And that assumption… might be true. Too many jackasses are walking 'round here, including your ex."
"Oh, you have no idea."
After this comment, the rest of road to your apartment was pretty much silent – and it wasn't also that much far, so before you even knew, you stood right in front of your apartament building.
"I guess that's it. Thank you, seriously. You didn't have to, and yet, you did" you chuckled awkwardly, taking a few steps back. "Night, Simon."
"Night." he nodded.
"Addison?" he called out, which made you look back at him. "Check that car, alright? I'm gonna send you the number to my mechanic, but talk with that Celia girl."
"Oh, I… yeah, alright. Gonna wait for that." you choked out, surprised.
It was a nice feeling – to know that he's gonna text you, and not only that, he… well, was "care" the good word for what he did? You couldn't help but wonder when you finally found yourself in front of your door, third floor of building. Something pushed you to check if he's still visible out there – and, he was, even if barely, walking calmly with that transporter of his.
And one second later, he looked straight in your window.
Was that a coincidence? Maybe, but the feeling made you dizzy, so you hid swiftly behind the wall, clearing your throat – a few seconds later, when you looked again, Simon was gone, leaving you with many thoughts.
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Let's Stay Together.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 2112
Warnings Some strong-ish language and some angst and fluff.
This fic is a request from @fantasywritersstuff and I loved the idea but really struggled to make Travis behave like an asshole! But I think I've done alright with this one!
"Hey!! So I have an idea for a request for Travis ! I say him and the reader have a really bad fight/argument and he says something really mean and instantly regrets it and tries anything to get reader to forgive him and in the end they make up !!"
Your eyes scanned over the script on the laptop screen in front of you. Your agent had sent over some scenes for a role in a new movie that the producer and director wanted to see you for and you were intrigued. You had made a name for yourself in your teenage years, starring in Disney movies, usually musical based and after a short break from acting to focus on a singing career, you were keen to delve into more mature characters.
As you read the last few lines, you heard keys jingle by the front door and when it opened, Travis walked in with his practice bag, slightly red-faced and sweaty.
"Hey baby!" He shouted through to the lounge.
You craned your neck in his direction, "Hey! I'm in here."
He made his way to you, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of your head.
"How was practice?"
He slumped down on the sofa next to you, "Crushed it, baby. You know me, catching shit and running it to the end, man."
You smiled and rolled your eyes, returning to your laptop screen, "Same old, same old?"
"That's right." He shuffled closer, "Whatcha doing?"
"Carl sent me a movie script to look at."
He raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? What is it?"
You began to type a response, "It's an action, spy type thing. The role they want me for is the femme fatale sort of woman. It's pretty sexy, actually."
He rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, "I don't mind helping you practice for that.'
You giggled, "I'm sure you don't."
"So, you gonna do it?"
You twisted your mouth, "Maybe, I don't know. I'm asking Carl who else is involved."
"Sounds interesting, baby. You'd kill it." He rose from the sofa, "You thought about what you want for dinner?"
"No, not really."
Travis grabbed his phone from his pocket, "I can order takeout if you want?"
You smiled up at him, "Yeah, sure!"
You were just about to close your laptop when the sound of an email notification chimed. You opened your emails to see a reply from Carl.
After tapping it open, you laughed, "Oh Trav, you'll never guess who I'd be acting opposite?"
Travis stared down at his screen, "Shoot."
"Tom Brady."
There was a silent pause before Travis turned his head to you, "No way. That's crazy."
You breathed another laugh as you read from the screen, "Yeah. Apparently he's branching out into more acting and he's playing one of the male leads."
Travis furrowed his brow, "You can't be serious?"
"Yeah, that's what it says." You pointed to the screen.
"No, I mean you can't be serious about doing it?"
You jerked your head back in confusion, "Why not?"
"Because it's Brady. Babe...I can't watch you getting all freaky with some guy I used to play against. You can't do it."
"Why can't I?
You watched him as he paced the floor, "Because I don't want to see that."
"Since when do you tell me what I can and can't do?"
He stood still for a moment, holding his hands out in front of him, "I told you, I don't want to see you getting fucked by Brady."
You tilted your head to one side in defence, "There isn't even a sex scene, and even if there was, It's acting, Travis."
"It's stupid!" He raised his voice.
"Excuse me?"
"This whole, acting comeback thing that you're trying to do is so stupid. Why can't you just be happy the way things are?"
You closed your laptop quickly, "My job is stupid?"
"Yeah." He breathed as he ran his hands over his buzzed head, "No, no. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"
You picked up your laptop and quickly got up from the sofa, "You're an asshole, Travis."
"Baby...Y/N, I didn't mean-"
You cut him off by slamming the bedroom door shut. You could feel the anger rising in your chest and shakiness in your hands. The one person who you needed to support you was Travis. You had supported him through his years playing football but you were bored of being the trophy wife. Staying at home whilst he was away for games, cheering him on in the stands, being on his arm at events. You wanted more and your passion had always been acting.
You stepped out through the doors on onto your balcony area, holding onto the rail and breathing the fresh Missouri air deep into your lungs, desperate to calm down. You stared off into the trees, watching them move gently as you bit down on your bottom lip. You didn't turn around when you heard footsteps behind you, you weren't ready to speak to Travis yet. Instead, you continued to glare straight forward, tightening your grip on the cool metal in your hands.
Travis cleared his throat, "I ordered dinner...your favourite."
"Okay." You said plainly, with no expression in your voice.
There was a moment of silence before you felt Travis' hand on your waist. You twisted away from his touch, hearing him sigh with disappointment behind you before his footsteps signalled that he had left the balcony.
You took another deep breath, filled with hurt but also a feeling of surprise. You had been with Travis since college and married for 3 years. He knew that after a disagreement, all you needed was space. The fact that he followed you outside and attempted to touch you was confusing to you.
"He must really be sorry." You thought to yourself as you turned on your heels and walked back into the house.
As you paced towards the kitchen to make yourself a drink, you noticed that Travis was nowhere to be seen. You peered out of the window to see that his car was also gone. You shrugged your shoulder slightly and opened the fridge, reaching for some orange juice.
As you were flicking through Netflix, the front door opened and Travis walked in, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. You looked at him briefly before turning back to the TV screen. The sofa dipped as he sat down next to you, almost waiting for you for acknowledge his presence. The tension was thick and when Travis cleared his throat, you turned your head slowly towards him.
"Y/N, baby. I am so sorry." His eyes pleaded, his hands held out the flowers.
You gave him a soft smile, "Thank you for the flowers. But it doesn't fix what you said."
"What does then?"
"I don't know." You stood up, taking the flowers from him and disappearing into the kitchen.
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The rest of the evening had been exceptionally awkward. You had avoided Travis as much as possible, staying away in separate rooms of the house and when you went to bed, he didn't come with you. Instead, you noticed that he had stayed the night on the sofa. The morning sun shone on his face as he slept, a blanket pulled up to his waist and a cushion under his head.
You continued with your Sunday morning as usual, brewing a pot of coffee and making pancakes whilst singing to the radio. You were halfway through Is This Love by Bob Marley, dancing with the pan in your hand when Travis appeared in the doorway.
"Are any of those for me?"
You picked up two plates from the cupboard above your head, "Sure."
"Does that mean that you've forgiven me?"
You shot him a look.
He held his hands up in defence, "Baby, please. Listen to me?"
"Honestly, I don't know what you can say to make all of this better, so we'd both be wasting our time."
Travis took hold of your hands, pulling them away from the pancakes, "I love you so much and I am a jackass for what I said. Honestly, you are the best thing that I have in my life and I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe jealousy...I don't know. But what I do know is that I will support you in whatever you do."
"Travis, the pancakes are gonna burn."
"I don't give a shit. I will do anything for you to love me again."
You rolled your eyes, "I do love you, that won't stop. I'll always love you. But I can be pissed at you...which I am."
Travis lowered his head just as a song began playing on the radio that made him look back up at you.
"I, I'm so in love with you."
You tried to hold your face straight as he began to sway his hips as he sang.
"Whatever you want to do, is alright with me."
You could feel your lips curling upwards when he pulled you closer, "'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."
You hid your slight smile by looking at your feet but Travis used his finger to lift your chin, "Our wedding song. Man, what a day that was. You looked even more beautiful that I could ever imagine. I couldn't stop staring at you all day and all night. I just kept reminding myself that I am the luckiest guy in the world. And I was certainly the luckiest guy that night."
You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were close to his ear, "You'll have to do better than that, big guy. Enjoy your burnt pancakes."
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You smiled at Donna, as she returned to her seat next to you at Music Hall Kansas City. Travis and Jason has gotten their Mom up as a special guest for the New Heights Podcast Live Show and she grabbed at your arm.
"Did I do okay?"
"Are you kidding?" You beamed at her, "You were awesome! Did you hear them? They love you!"
The crowd were still cheering as Travis stood up, the microphone held tightly in his right hand.
"Okay, Kansas City. I need y'all to help me out with something now." His left arm was outstretched towards the audience, "You all know my smokin' hot wife is here tonight."
The crowd went wild again as you felt your cheeks burn slightly.
"And your boy Travis has been a jackass."
The noise continued as he hung his head.
"Uh oh!" Jason shouted into his microphone, glancing over to you in you seat, "What did you do, Travis?"
"I said something stupid, man!"
"Is your mouth getting you in trouble again?" Jason asked from his seat.
Travis rubbed the back of his neck, nervously, "I'm in the doghouse, man. So, KC! Can you help me to get back in the good books please?"
You turned to Donna who was grinning at you. The crowd were still cheering so loud that your ears were ringing.
"Oh baby, let's...let's stay together." Travis closed his eyes and sang into the microphone.
You giggled as he began to dance around the stage and the crowd started to join in.
"Lovin' you whether, whether, times are good or bad, happy or sad!"
Jason accompanied by clapping along and Donna placed her hand onto your back, urging you to get onto the stage. Travis held his hand out and beckoned to you. You widened your eyes as you rose to your feet, with help from Donna.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah! Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad!"
You stepped onto the stage, the lights blinding your right side. You smiled at Travis and watched as he continued, urging the crowd to join in louder.
"I, I'm so in love with you. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me." He closed his eyes again and gripped the microphone with both hands as he attempted the high note.
You laughed loudly and walked towards him.
"'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."
Once you were face to face with him, you placed your hands on his strong jawline, singing back to him.
"Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together.
Ooh, loving you forever, is what I need. Let me, be the one you come running to, I'll never be untrue."
You pressed a kiss to his lips, without tongues but still just as passionate. His arms snaked around your waist and he lifted you off the ground for a couple of seconds, the crowd reacting with loud cheers.
Once he had lowered you back down onto the stage, he lifted the microphone back to his mouth, "We did it KC!"
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I found it so hard to be mad at him...and to stay mad at him! I kept imagining his sad face and I kept melting!
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BEYOND BOUNDARIES- k.th
♡ Pairing : Taehyung x f!reader
♡ : drabble, fwb, cheating reader and th , smut , slight (VERY LITTLE) angst , brat reader , cockwarming , unprotected sex (practice safe sexx!) , big dick tae, crying, overstimulation, choking, rough- lmk if i missed any <3
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Pt.2
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
T4e : hey
T4e : You there?
Your phone was buzzing repeatedly. It was 1 in the morning. Your sweet boyfriend sleeping next to you unaware of your sick secret. It was so wrong. You hated it. Everytime you wanted to end it ,, you would still go back to his arms.
Y/n : Hey sorry
Y/n : I was asleep.
'Why don't you just break up w him?' you couldn't. It just couldn't happen. It was not easy for you.
T4e : Oh did i wake you up?
Y/n : Yes. You did. But whatever,, tf do you want?
T4e : Come over. She is not there today. I really need you.
Y/n : Oh come on. You are unbelievable. This is the last time!
Or so you would think
T4e : You said the same thing a year ago. Just come over. It won't take that long
Y/n : Fine.
You turned off your phone and turned over to your bf.
"Hey baby i gotta go finish up w something rn,, is it okay?"
You lied. Your bf woke up , "really rn? It's 1 am!" "Yeah.. the girls need my help urgently apparently " You blatantly lied "Well fine then! Go on. Take care of yourself tho." "I will dw". And w that you got up , changed into the first thing you saw and left. Your guts were telling you it was wrong but still you decided to ignore it and left.
"Finally!!" Taehyung said dramatically as you entered his apartment. "Come to my room ,, im playing a game rn". You dropped your things and followed him into his room. You saw him getting seated in his chair ,, the only light illuminating the room being the bright computer lights. He turned towards your direction. "Come sit!" He said pointing at his dick. You rolled your eyes and went to him. You sat on his lap and could feel his cock hitting your clothed crotch. "What are you doing?" You asked " be my cocksleeve". You were surprised. You had never done cockwarming w him. It was new. You looked at him. "What?,, You sure?" You ask him w an eyebrow raised. "I can't rlly focus on this game and i needed a good fucking pussy to help me concentrate,, ofc im sure!" He said ,, as he slid your shorts down your legs. You were wearing a lacy thin pantie. His favourite. "Baby got all dolled up for me?! Im flattered" he teased. You blushed at his remarks. "Why couldn't you get your gf to do this instead?" You said playfully. "She cant take all of this" he kissed you passionately and you kissed him back. His hands holding your waist to keep you stable. They slowly crept lower and a sharp spank was laid on your right cheek . You whined into his mouth due to the pain. Taehyung chuckled and broke the kiss. Without much thinking he pulled down his shorts and out came his long big thick and erect dick. "Spit on it" he commanded. You collected your spit in your mouth and spat on it, slowly rubbing up and down with your hand to spread your spit and the pre down his shaft. You pushed your pantie to the side and lifted yourself to settle on his cock. You slowly sunk into the girth. Him slowly stretching you out. Breathy groans were coming out of Taehyung's mouth while you were giving out broken moans clearly still not adjusted to his size. "So tight everytime i f-fuck you...gah-" he choked out. You were already drooling. Not even half way in. You finally settled yourself and it was hard not to move. Taehyung kissed your forehead. "Don't move okay? I really need to win this!" You nodded and took your phone out, to spend the time and threw your head over his shoulder. Taehyung put on his headphones and started to play his game. A few minutes in and a few of his friends had joined. You were comfortabley settled on his cock. Taehyung was trying to focus but your soft walls were not letting him. You on the other hand was scrolling through socials and trying to ignore any thoughts about your boyfriend.
It was 20 minutes in and you were getting bored. His dick was constantly twitching inside of you and the god awful screaming coming out of his headphones was getting annoying. You decided to move a little. Just a little. "I told you not to move doll." He said sternly. "Im boreeddddd taeeeeee" you said. "Give me sometime baby after im done w this I will fuck your brains out ,, does that sound good?" You looked at him and nodded w a huge smile plastered on your face. Taehyung went back to his game and you back to scrolling on social media.
A few minutes passed and it started to look like he was almost done. The screams coming from the headphones were so loud you could hear it outside.
You heard him putting his controller down which signalled that he was done w his stupid game. He removed his headsets and pulled your hair back softly so you can face him. "So now where were we?" Without any hesitation he kissed you roughly. Hunger was clearly in the kiss and you were running short of breath. He quickly picked you up and threw you into his bed finally ending the 30 minute cockwarm. His cock was glistening of your liquids and you couldn't help but stare at how much it twitched. "Like what you see? You want it baby?" You were brought back to earth and you gave him a small smirk and nod. He undressed himself and started crawling towards you. You felt like a prey infront of a predator,, you were getting excited. He reached your neck and started leaving wet kisses all over. Taehyung was having the urge to mark you w his dark purple hickeys but he knew he couldn't because of the situation you both are in.
Your hands were around his neck ,, your mouth leaving out soft moans which was turning him on to the core. Taehyung slowly crept his hand under your black cropped tee. "And no bra? Damn baby you rlly wanted to impress me yeah?" You blushed at his remarks. He removed the flimsy top and admired your perfect tits. His one hand was gropping it while the other was playing w your hard nipples. "...T-Tae.. please..." You moaned out. "You want me to go down?" "..mhmmm...." You nodded. "Whatever you want doll" and with that his head dropped to your soaking cunt. "So wet ,, just like i want it to be" he dipped his head into your pussy and started eating you out. Time was not by his side today so he had to do things quick. You let out a huge groan ,, absolutely loving the friction of the panties and his mouth against your pussy. "Just like that .. ngghhh .. Hhhh" you pushed his head lower and entangled your fingers in his hair. He moaned against your cunt "you never disappoint me fuckkkk..." You felt your ego getting boosted up by his remarks. "Fuck tae- I'm going -" and before you could say anything else he stopped. You whined at the action. "Baby you want me to eat you out or fuck your tight little pussy?" He asked coming up and facing you with his head tilted to the side. You stayed silent. "Answer me." He said sharply but you still didn't answer him. He chuckled lightly and before you could even comprehend your panties were long gone. "So you won't answer me huh?" You felt something in your entrance. He was slowly pushing himself inside you. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when he pushed into you w no warning. "Yeah? You gon’ keep quiet or answer me?" He asked with a stupid smirk across his face, your legs were hiked up on his thighs, his entire length fit inside till the brim. "Tae please…" he quirked his eyebrows up before giving you a sharp thrust. "Hm?" You let a loud moan. One of His hand slowly went up your body and hooked it around your neck, squeezing lightly. His other hand on your belly feeling the bulge he created in your lower abdomen. His thumb on your throbbing clit, pressing down on it with no mercy. His hips started picking up pace. From slow gentle movements to harsh fast ones. He drew circles on your clit, his cock hitting that sweet spongy spot that made you see stars. "Huh baby? You wanna be bratty right?" You nod at his words without even thinking as tears spilled from your eyes. Vision blurry, mouth parted with broken moans and whines escaping every second as he thrusted into you with more and more force, hitting your cervix each time. Your hands were on his wrists, trying to push them away. You were overstimulated. Cries after cries as he kept fucking you into tomorrow. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before licking up your salty tears. His grip on your neck loosened, his other hand slowing down his movements on your clit. "Do you feel good baby? Yeah? Do you want me to keep going? You want me to fill you up?" You kept silent, not being able to comprehend his questions. "Answer me doll!" He removed his hands from your neck and held your face tightly, forcing you to stare into his eyes. His forehead was glistening. Loose hairs sticking to his forehead. His mouth was parted, panting heavily. You looked into his eyes before speaking. "Yes! … yes!! You feel so fucking good babe! I want you to fill me up and never stop!" Your eyes rolling back as his hip movements never stopped. Back arched. A small smirk was on his, pleased to hear you speak up. "Attagirl.”
He plopped you on your stomach. You lifted your ass up. Involuntarily. A low chuckle left his mouth as he gave a slap to your ass before spreading your cheeks to admire your puffy red pussy. Your head was pushed into his pillow. You whined at the feeling of the cold air hitting your sensitive cunt. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head backwards. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear. "Let me use you up, alright?" He said before pushing your head back down. His hips pushed into your sopping cunt without any hesitation. Moving in and out mercilessly. Muffled whines and moans left your mouth. Your spit and tears staining his silk pillow covers. "So-so.. fucking good.." he moaned as your gummy walls squeezed around his length. His hand, which was previously on your clit went back to your clit, penetrating it. "Gonna have you cumming all over my dick. Gonna- have…" he choked at how desperately your pussy was clenching around him. "Fuck!" He groaned as his paced quickened. "Taehyung!! Fuck! Shit!" You were borderline screaming at this point. He was fucking into you so hard, it was making you black out.
"Taehyung!! Im gonna fucking-…" before you could continue he thrusted into you with all his strength, pushing you forward a bit. "Go on doll.. let it all out" you shut your eyes tight. Lips biting hard, almost bruising your lower lip. Taehyung was fucking you as he pleased. His thrusts never stopped and just kept getting harder and better. Before you could come undone, your phone rang.
Shit.
A/n: AHH MY FIRST EVER FICCCC! Lmk if you liked it and your honest opinions are always welcome! >< Apologies for the spelling errors! LMK IF YOU WANT A PART TWO! Ty ^^
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Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 1
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, heartache, bag of dicks.
Word Count: 848
Previously On...: That fucking fuck fucking fucked the fucking fuck.
A/N: I maintain my "previously on" makes perfect sense and is completely understandable. And that's why 'fuck' is the most versatile word of all time.
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You felt your resolve crumbling the closer you got to the conference room. With each step you took, your righteous anger morphed a little closer to soul-destroying sorrow.
"I just can't believe Bucky would do this to you," Wanda said as she walked alongside you. "He loves you so much. Everyone can see it."
"Apparently not enough to keep his cock out of places it doesn't belong," Nat growled.
"Natasha!" Wanda scolded. "Not helping."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not just going to sit here and pretend that this dipshit didn't just betray our best friend in the absolute worst way possible," she argued. "I will fucking kill him."
"How do you want to go forward with this, Pocket?" Wanda asked. "We'll follow whatever lead you take, right Natasha?" She cast a pointed look in Nat's direction.
You shook your head, not knowing how you were going to go forward, how you were going to keep living knowing what Bucky had done. "I don't know how to live without him," you whispered.
"You're not seriously thinking of forgiving that scumbag?" Natasha asked you, incredulous.
"No, I'm not saying that at all. It's just..." You let out a shuddering breath. "Why is this happening? What did I do?"
"Oh, honey," Wanda said, wrapping her arms around you. "You didn't do anything. He's a man and men are idiots."
“Viz an idiot, too?” you asked, managing to find the strength to give her a small smile.
“Ah, but see,” Wanda said, grinning at you, “Viz isn’t a man. He’s a sentient android with anatomical male… attributes.”
That earned a chuckle from you, and Wanda beamed, pleased she’d been able to cheer you up, no matter how briefly it lasted.
Your phone buzzed in Nat's hands; you’d asked her to hold onto, afraid that you’d answer one of Bucky’s calls in a moment of weakness. "He's calling again," she said, holding the device out as though it would catch on fire. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just decline the call," you begged. "I... I can't talk to him right this second."
"No, of course not," Wanda soothed. "But sweetie, you are going to have to confront him at some point. You can't just hide from him forever. The Tower's not that big, and he’s going to be at this meeting."
You closed your eyes and tried to take a centering breath. It didn't help. "I know, trust me, I know. I just... I just don't know how to do this. I've never had my heart broken like this before. I thought he was it. I thought this was forever."
"Hey," Nat stopped in front of you, taking both your hands in her own, "you can do this. You are amazing, the smartest woman and one of the best people I know, and if Barnes can't see that, that's his fucking loss. You deserve better than someone who can't see what he had right in front of him. And if he can have his head so easily turned by Jade Fucking Carthage?" She spat the name out. "He's an idiot and they deserve each other."
You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying.
"And if you find yourself feeling down, and wanting him back," she continued, "remember that this son of a bitch fucked her TWICE on a mission while you were stuck home, puking your guts out."
As she spoke, you felt your agony seep out of you, replaced once again with white hot rage. Nat was right. Bucky Barnes was a fucking asshole. You'd already wasted the last year and a half on him and you'd be damned if you were going to waste a second more. You took the pain you felt and buried it, deep down with all the other pain life had dealt you, far below the surface where it could no longer reach you. Not the best coping mechanism, but it had gotten you through life so far. You took a deep breath.
"You're right," you said to Nat. "Fuck him. I gave him everything I had, and this is what I get in return? No. He can choke on a bag of dicks for all I care. He's dead to me."
"That's my girl!" grinned Nat.
"Pocket, are you sure that's the best way to go about this?" Wanda asked gently. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to him."
"No," you said, perhaps a little too forcefully, "he lost his chance at a conversation when he failed to tell me the truth and tried to get his skank to cover for him. I told him that I could take anything except for lies, and he did it anyway. I don't owe him shit."
The three of you finally approached the doors to the conference room. "You going to be able to do this?" Nat asked you.
"Yes. I can do this. Just..." you sighed, "just don't let him near me, okay?"
Nat and Wanda shared a look. "I think that, between the two of us, we can manage that," Nat said.
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