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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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the way i loved you

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: hope you likeee <333

i watched as nick pulled an array of snacks from a plastic bag, setting them on the table.

today nick, matt, chris, and i were going to be filming a video where we rate snacks from around the world.

once nick set the camera up, he did the intro and explained what we would be doing.

while nick explained where he got the food, i watched Chris pick up a small pink tin, inspecting it.

i slowly began to tune out nick’s voice, focusing on the way chris’s fingers ran across the tin.

he carefully placed the tin down, drumming his fingers along the table.

god, his fingers are so long. they’re perfect-

no! stop! you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend’s fingers like that !

i quickly look away from his fingers, realizing i was staring.

luckily, he didn’t seem to notice.

as nick continued to explain the concept of the video, i watched as chris began to smile.

i love how excited he is, he’s adorable.

as i smiled at his eagerness, he happened to look at me, catching my gaze as we smiled at each other.

once nick finished explaining, we decided to try the sour candy in the pink tin first.

i watched as chris attempted to take the plastic wrapping around the tin off, but was unsuccessful.

he fumbled with the plastic, and it seemed like he couldn’t keep his hands still. he almost seemed, nervous ?

he turned to me with a bashful smile on his face, “can you open it, please?”

“yeah, i got you” i said as i grabbed it from his hands, removing the plastic wrapping and handing it back to him.

“this one has vitamin c, which one’s that?” he looked at me, expectantly.

“why would i know ?” i asked, furrowing my brows.

“i don’t know, you’re the smart one” he mumbled.

“shut up” i laughed as i shook my head , “you’re smart too” .

we all tried one, and agreed that they weren’t actually sour, despite the tin having the word sour across it in big letters.

“doesn’t it feel like you have to put a lot of effort into getting that grape flavor ?” nick pointed out.

he scrunched his face up, making us all laugh, as chris put his hand on my shoulder, leaning onto me as he laughed.

i love hearing him laugh.

we gave it a rating, and moved onto the next candy.

once we realized they were slide whistles, we all started busting out laughing.

we all started fooling around, laughing at each other’s shenanigans.

chris wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing into my shoulder. the sound of his laugh, made me laugh even harder.

as we continued to try and rank the snacks, chris grew more and more touchy.

not that i’m complaining.

there were many times where i would catch him staring at me and vice versa. he made it so easy to enjoy his presence.

once we finished our last snack and agreed on the final ranking of everything, nick closed out the video and turned off the camera.

i turned to chris. “that was fun” i said trying to fight the shit-eating grin that was forming on my face.

“i agree” he said, returning the smile.

“jesus christ” matt spoke up from behind us, rolling his eyes and walking away.

“what ?” we called out.

A FEW DAYS LATER

nick, chris, and i were hanging out in the living room.

i was scrolling on tik tok, occasionally showing them videos that i found funny.

as i continued to scroll, i came across one video in particular that made my heart begin to race.

the lyrics of The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift filled the room.

what the actual fuck.

and he says, you look beautiful tonight. and i feel perfectly fine. but i miss…

clips of chris and i staring at each other fill the screen.

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name

chris holding onto my waist, hugging me, leaning on me

so in love that you act insane, and that’s the way i loved you

us laughing together, looks of pure joy on our faces.

i glance to my right, seeing chris already staring down at my phone.

fuck. what do i do ? what do i say ?

suddenly, nick yells “oh my god is that the ship edit of you and chris ? that shit’s blowing up !” he said.

“damn, nick. how’d you know ?”

“i reposted it”

“WHAT?” chris and i stared at him like he had five heads.

“well, it was good. and c’mon, doesn’t take a genius to realize y’all like each other” he said, nonchalantly.

“i’m going to the bathroom” he said, walking off.

i’m literally losing my mind. a ship edit ? a TAYLOR ship edit ? we’re never beating the dating allegations.

“well, what do the comments say?” chris asked, his voice shaking the slightest bit.

i glanced over at him, before opening the comments.

sturniolowhore

awww they’re adorable

blueeyedbesson

they’d look so good tg

abbie13sworld

they’re literally in love no one can convince me otherwise

mommysturns

i literally love them tg 💗

babydollfae22

they need to stop playing and get tg

mbbsgf

them + taylor makes me so happy

“damn. they kinda love us together” i said. i scrolled, expecting to move onto something else.

suddenly, Tattoo by Loreen came on. this edit had clips of chris and i from the recent video and over the years.

it’s like we’re watching a progression of our relationship over the past few years.

every wandering eye, stolen glance, smile that was a little too wide, touch, hug that lasted a little too long, the fans always noticed them.

it was literally right in front of our faces the entire time.

listening to the sound of violins swelling while watching chris and i’s interactions almost made me want to cry.

i turned to chris, who was already staring at me.

he looked down at my lips. “what do the comments say?” he asked.

i turned back to my phone, opening them up.

sophssturn

they’re literally perfect for each other

xhiejfy

how adorableeee

bernardenjoyer

they’re cute ig but me and jimmy would be cuter

queen161718

literally just watched them fall in love with each other

vib3swithanuk

they’re good for each other

fr3sh-love

so so happy for them

“they think that we’d be good together” i told him.

“i think i agree with them” he whispered.

“then maybe you should ask me out” i said, my gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips.

our noses touched. “will you go out with me ?”

i smiled, “hell yeah” i whispered before pushing my lips onto his.

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y’all see any familiar names ? 🤨

i love y’all <333

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supremevaltor · 6 months

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he opens up my door, and I get into his car and he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine………… //// BUT I MISS SCREAMING FIGHT AND KISSING IN THE RAIN IT’S 2 AM AND I’M CURSING YOUR NAME

#sparxshipping #taylor swift #bloom #bloom x valtor #winx club bloom

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nishayuro · 8 months

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The way I loved you - Bakugo Katsuki

Collection: Spotify playlist song prompts

Genre: Angst, Hurt/No comfort

GN! Reader

A/N:okay so the way I do these is I spin a wheel for songs, for fandom then character. and when the way i loved you came out and MHA got chosen as the fandom I was like, “omg what if bakugo…” and iT WENT TO BAKUGO’S SDFGHJ THIS IS FATE

Synopsis: You’re happy, you’re with the perfect guy, you’re living the ideal romance that everyone dreams of. But why do you still long to be in his arms?

“He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better”

Perfect. Ideal. Came out of a fairytale. These are all words that people describe when they see you with your partner, and you can’t even deny.

It’s true, he’s charming, intelligent, strong, loving, caring, loyal, and all these other perfect qualities. You feel like you’ve hit the jackpot.

“Love?” a voice calls out, you snap out of your thoughts and look towards the man in front of you, your boyfriend of 2 years. “oh , yeah sorry just got lost in thought” you said, giving him a smile.

“Hmm, penny for your thoughts?” he grinned, holding out a hand towards you. “Just thinking of how perfect you are” you admitted, a smile adoring your face.

“Oh? Well, you, my dear, are more perfect than one could ever hope to be. How’d I get lucky to even pull you? I have no idea, "he teased, linking his arms with yours. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for our date” you say, pulling him out the door. “Oh and by the way, you look wonderful tonight” he says, pressing a kiss on your hand.

“And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine”

The drive to the restaurant was quick, both of you joking to each other on the way. When you got there, he got out of the car to open your side, escorting you out. “Wow, what a gentleman~” you teased. “Only the best for my love,” he replied. You both walk towards the entrance, hand in hand. As he confirmed your reservations with the receptionist, your eyes scanned the place.

Big glass windows lined the walls, giving a wonderful view of the city lights. The ceiling was lined with fancy chandeliers, illuminating the room with a wondrous glow. You're thinking about how well the lighting will be for your pictures later on. A waiter leads you both to a table near the sides, a bit secluded but still gives a great view of the whole room.

He pulls out your chair, sitting you down before he sits down himself. As you ordered your food, you both decided to indulge in conversation, like how your parents are inviting him over for a birthday party, or how your brother was asking him if he’d like to join them in a basketball match next week.

This is the romance you’ve dreamt of since young. This is the life you’ve always wanted. But why, as you move your gaze to the table behind him, do your eyes hold a sense of sorrow and longing?

“But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name”

Your relationship with Katsuki Bakugo was one you’d call imperfect. He was loud, brash, and arrogant. He’d often be late to dates, coming home late at night and leaving early in the morning, and forgetting important dates because of the nature of his job as a hero. As much as you tried to understand him, it was just too much.

You couldn’t live like that anymore, living with uncertainty, living like he’s not even part of your life. Soon, one fight turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a screaming fest at 2 am.

“Holy shit, Katsuki! Is it so much to ask for you to make just a bit of time for me?!” you screamed, tears threatening to fall. “Do I look like I can?! Hero work is already stressful enough, I don’t even get an ounce of rest before I’m called back again!” he shouts back, annoyance visible in his voice.

You pace the room, tears running down your face. “Why are we still even in a relationship then?! I can’t live like this anymore, Katsuki! I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t live like you don’t even exist in my life…” you cried, grabbing a jacket and leaving through the front door of his apartment.

“You're so in love that you act insane, And that's the way I loved you”

“Y/N! Wait!” Katsuki shouted, running after you, rain pouring down like it's insulting him. “Y/N, please!” he shouts, catching up to you and encasing you in his arms. “Please, don’t go…” He whispers, eyes looking into yours. And even though Katsuki was loud, brash and arrogant, you still loved him. He was still your Katsuki. So in a moment of weakness, your lips connected with his.

You pulled away to catch your breath, looking him in the eye. As much as you loved the man in front of you, you still can’t see yourself living that life, not even with him.

“I’m sorry, Kats. But I really can’t anymore. I love you, but this is goodbye.” You declared, placing one last kiss on his lips before turning back and walking away. He stared at your retreating figure, his own tears mixing in with the rain, weeping with him for the end of his 3 years with you.

“He can't see the smile I'm faking, And my heart's not breaking”

His bright red eyes caught your (e/c) coloured own. He was… on a date? You looked at the person he was with, and your heart clenched. Why are you feeling this? You’re on a date of your own. “Honey, you good?” your partner asked, concern evident in his face. “I’m fine, just got distracted by the decoration” you lie, you feel guilty. It's been years, and he’s still lingering in your heart.

You tried to ignore Katsuki at the other table, your partner making that a little easier. A waiter comes to your table and places down a dish in front of you, “Oh, we didn’t order dessert yet.” You said, motioning to the dish. “No, I actually did.” Your boyfriend interrupted, a smile on his face.

The waiter opens the lid and you see a cake with a drawing of a ring. Oh fuck. You thought, your boyfriend got down on one knee, a box in hand. Your eyes widen, looking around, you spot those same red eyes, wide as well and staring back at you.

Your boyfriend went on with his proposal speech, while your mind was running a mile a minute. You love him, but you’re conflicted… “Y/N, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?” and there it is, the question.

“And I never knew I could feel that much, And that's the way I loved you”

You looked at him, still in shock. Your eyes drifted to the back, Katsuki was no longer looking at you or the scene, he had his full attention towards his date. And you realized, even if your heart still yearned for him. You will never go back, you can’t go back.

You looked towards your boyfriend, a smile plastered on your face. This was your dream life, you’re living your fantasies. You have what you wanted, even if it wasn’t him.

“Yes, Eijiro… Yes.” You answered.

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia fic #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo angst #mha x reader #nisha's playlist collection #Spotify

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cambion-companion · 2 years

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Could you please write a aemond x reader based off the song the way I loved you by taylor swift with angst in the beginning but a happy ending? Thank you!!!!!!

Ummm yes I love everything about this and might have gotten a little carried away haha

Aemond x reader

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

You stood at the balcony of your perfect manor on this perfect summer’s day in your perfect gown of crimson and gold. Your perfect husband-to-be was laughing with your father somewhere below, their muffled voices sounded jovial to your uncaring ears. Everything was perfect, yet you had never felt so miserable.

“My love? Are you coming down for dinner, we are waiting for you.” Warm hands wrapped around you from behind, Darlan’s breath tickling your neck. “Is something the matter dearest?”

“Not at all.” Struggling to pull yourself from the empty precipice of emotion you so often teetered on the edge of, you shook yourself from your reverie and placed a hand on his that rested on your stomach, “I will be down in a moment, let me freshen up.”

“Don’t be long, Y/N.” Darlan kissed the top of your head affectionately and left.

He was so good it made you want to tear your hair out. Of course you couldn’t tell your betrothed the reason for your despondence. Every act of chivalry, each intimate touch drove you further into despair because it was not him touching you. It wasn’t him kissing you softly. Not that Aemond often kissed you softly, no, his lips were demanding, harsh even, and he would pull you so close you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his began.

This line of thinking was not helping, and you groaned, rubbing your forehead trying to erase the image of Aemond’s face haunting the corners of your mind. You had ended things with him, you were the daughter of no great lord and Aemond’s duties pulled him in one direction while your low birth kept you stagnant in a life you did not want.

As you walked reluctantly downstairs to meet your family, voices raised in merriment greeted you. Your father, mother, uncle as well as Darlan and his own parents were already seated and Darlan stood to welcome you. You took your place next to him and dinner began, though you mostly picked at your food and avoided conversation.

“I would like to make a toast!” Your betrothed rose again from his seat and raised his goblet of wine, “To my bride-to-be! The fairest maid in all Westeros, I am the luckiest man alive soon to be wedded to the woman of my dreams!”

Everyone raised their own glass and took a drink with laughs and murmurs of approval. You toasted and drank, reminded bleakly of the night Aemond had regaled you of the toast he had made to his Strong nephews.

He had been very pleased with himself to say the least and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him as Aemond told you of the events of that dinner.

“They fell for it of course, the fools.” He had said as you two lay together in his chambers, on the floor before the fireplace, legs tangled together.

“Perhaps it would be for the best if you didn’t make further jabs at their heritage, Aemond.”

You felt the prince stiffen beside you. “Y/N, believe me, it has been a long time coming for those bastards.”

“I worry for your safety is all, after what happened to Vaemond…” Your voice trailed off as Aemond sat up suddenly, sending the blanket that had been covering you flying.

“I am not some Velaryon upstart, with no cunning and even less courage!” His voice, usually soft as velvet was raised, “I could and should do much worse than a harmless play on their bastard father’s name.”

“This has nothing to do with courage!” Your own voice matched his in volume. “It was ten years ago, Aemond, enough is enough!”

His eye was cutting in the intensity with which he looked at you, hair mussed from all the movement and his tunic half open as he crouched over your body. He brought his face close to yours, so you could smell the spiced wine and aromas of warm food that still clung about him. “So quick to defend them. One would almost think your loyalties lie elsewhere my lady.”

The following arguing match the two of you got into was surely one for the history books, surely half the castle heard you and Aemond shouting at each other. It ended with you unceremoniously exiting his rooms, slamming the door so hard behind you it rattled the iron hinges. Something along the lines of “And stay out!” followed you down the hallway but you were too angry to hear properly.

You had isolated yourself for several days following your row with Aemond, you knew everywhere you wanted to go in the Red Keep he would surely be there. You had fought with him plenty of times before, trading barbed words, but never on that scale. If you were completely honest with yourself, Aemond could be frightening, not that you believed he would ever physically hurt you.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you stood suddenly from your seat at the dining table, all eyes turned to you as silence fell. “I don’t feel well, I am going to take a walk around the gardens.”

“Would you like me to accompany you?” Darlan touched your hand, looking up at you with concern.

“No, thank you.” You inhaled a steadying breath. “You enjoy the meal; I’ll be back soon.”

Donning your cloak, you walked briskly outdoors and into the fresh air. The sun was setting, and the birds sang their last melodies of the day. The hazy mist of twilight hung in the air and a covering of clouds overhead threatened rain. Your feet took you passed the rose gardens and out across the meadow beyond, toward the copse of trees gathered far beyond the manor house and its oppressive walls.

As you strode forward raindrops began to fall, a light drizzle, one drop of water landed on your cheek and trickled down like a tear.

It had been raining that night, the night you decided to risk a trip out of your rooms and to the library. Surely Aemond would be in his rooms asleep at this hour. You had snuck out of your chambers and hurried on light feet down the halls and into the courtyard. You wish you’d brought your cloak as the rain was falling in earnest, causing the ground beneath you to become soft and muddy.

Your shoes, not ones meant to be worn in such conditions, betrayed you ultimately and with an ungainly flail you slipped and fell on your hands and knees in the muck. “Blasted damnation!” You had cursed at the traitorous ground.

“Such filthy words from such a lovely maiden. For shame, Y/N.”

It was Aemond, of course it was Aemond. You wanted to curse a second time but held your tongue.

Strong hands grabbed your arms and helped lift you back on your feet. “You look a mess, where were you going at such a late hour?”

His eye appraised your soiled dress, trailing up to your mud splattered face frowning back at him. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Keen to avoid that topic, you made to edge around the prince, watching your feet. “Let’s get out of the rain, Aemond, we’re getting soaked.”

His grip on your forearms tightened, “Look at me, Y/N.”

You did not, rather you continued trying to tug free of his grasp. Sighing, Aemond grabbed your chin with two fingers and tilted your head up to face him. He looked…tired, you noticed. A dark circle lay underneath his right eye, and his skin was dull and taut. Even his eyepatch appeared rather frayed.

The rain began falling in earnest as you two stood there looking at each other, so close together you could see the drops clinging to his eyelashes.

“I want an apology, Aemond. You behaved a beast the other night.” Your words made his mouth twitch upwards.

“Y/N you more than proved my match in manners as well as lung capacity.”

You crossed your arms stubbornly. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I will not.” Aemond tilted his head, a slight movement but you caught it. He was having fun with this.

“You’re an asshole.”

“As are you, my lady.”

Your gasp of outrage was cut short as, with a swift fluid movement, Aemond brought his lips to yours. You hit his shoulder in irritation, but your fist quickly loosened, grabbing the back of his neck instead to pull him into you. Aemond’s hand caressed your neck before burying itself in your wet hair, his tongue pressed against your bottom lip demanding entry. Without hesitation you opened to him, deepening the kiss, a soft moan escaping you as the fingers of your free hand traced his jaw.

Despite the drumming rain, Aemond hear you and pulled away, smiling smugly as you unconsciously moved after him with half-closed eyes. “I accept your apology.”

“I didn’t-” You were silenced as he kissed you again, with a fervor that chased away all rational thought of catching cold in this weather.

Your foot caught on an exposed root, bringing your thoughts back to the present with an unpleasant jolt. You placed a hand on the nearby tree to regain balance and try to find a modicum of composure. The memories you had been lost in had accelerated your heart to the point you were now panting for breath. Looking over your shoulder you saw the manor, now a ways off, you had made good ground. If there was a way for you to escape the gilded future that awaited you, you would take it. But this was your only reprieve from the realities of duty, and you continued walking through the trees. The light rain had stopped now and the crisp smell of petrichor greeted your nostrils, you breathed in deeply, enjoying the earthy smell.

You walked out of the small grove of trees and into the last meadow before reaching the sea cliffs. They had been your favorite place to frequent growing up, prior to you moving to King’s Landing, and you had convinced yourself you would find some form of peace there now.

The twilight was moving quickly toward night, and you knew time was short before your father and Darlan would begin to worry. Why was there never enough time?

Up ahead at the spot where land fell away in a sheer drop to the ocean’s surface, you could just make out a figure, small and dark against the deepening sky. You squinted to be sure, yes someone was definitely standing there. Had one of your family made it out here ahead of you? Surely not.

A gust of wind picked up, pushing at your back, as if spurring you to hurry on. Your skirts flared out in front of you as you picked up the pace and half-jogged toward the figure, heart stuttering in your chest. You got close enough for your crunching footsteps to be heard clearly over the wind and crashing waves and the figure at last turned toward you.

With a cry that got lost in the breeze as you broke out into a run. You had dreamt of this moment, even now scarcely believing it to be real. His long silver hair was wild, tossed about by the gusts of wind, his violet eye crinkled as he saw you running for him and a blazing smile greeted you. You threw your arms around Aemond, crashing into him with wild happiness. He picked you up by your waist and spun you around, laughter mixing with yours and the sound of the sea.

You stared in wonder up into the face of the man you realized you couldn’t live without, “How?” You asked breathlessly.

Aemond laughed again, “The world is very small when you have a dragon.”

You pulled his face down to meet yours and kissed him fiercely, all teeth and tongue, pouring every minute you had missed him into this embrace. “Take me away from here, Aemond.”

His hands, which rested on your hips flexed, gripping you tighter. “I plan to do that and more, Y/N. Much, much more.”

#aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen fic #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #prince aemond

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morgane-art · 3 months

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The vampire Diaries ships as Taylor Swift songs

Delena + Stelena

"He is sensible and so incredible

And all my single friends are jealous

He says everything I need to hear

And it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

He opens up my door and I get into his car

And he says 'you look beautiful tonight'

And I feel perfectly fine...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain,

It's 2 am and I'm cursing your name,

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you."

Datherine

"I never trust a narcissist

But they love me

So I play 'em like a violin

And I make it look, oh, so easy

'Cause for every lie I tell them

They tell me three

This is how the world works

Now all he thinks about is me."

Steferine

"I've been breakin' hearts a long time

And toyin' with them older guys

Just playthings for me to use

Something happened for the first time

In the darkest little paradise

Shakin', pacin', I just need you

For you I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say, she's gone too far this time."

Steroline

"Church bells ring

Carry me home

Rice on the ground

Looks like snow

Call my bluff

Call you 'babe'

Have my back, yeah, every day

Feels like home

Stay in bed

The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend."

Klaroline

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

Cause' I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

Forwood

"No matter what you say, I still can't believe

That you would walk away

It don't make sense to me, but

Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart ?

Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now ?

Why would you wanna make the very first scar ?"

Bonenzo

"Ladies and gentlemen will you please stand ?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man

to be my lover

Look in my eyes they will tell you the truth

The girl in my story has always been you

I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true,

For you."

I wanted to add some 'The Originals' ships but I'm only on season 2 so I'll do a second part when I'll end the series.

Also I had 3 songs in mind for Klaroline it was hard to choose just one lol.

And the song I chose for Bonnie and Enzo was so crystal clear in my mind, when I listen to 'lover' I immediately think about them.

Feel free to tell me what you think !

PS : This post was inspired by a tiktok from @itsariedit who used the song "The way I loved you" for a delena edit and I thought it would be funny to pick a song for each ship of TVD

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starlenemckinnon · 6 months

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someone pls write a bartylus endgame fic with the plot of the way i loved you by taylor swift- bartylus enemies to lovers and jegulus as the rebound. because its:

james "he calls exactly when he says he will", "all my single friends are jealous" potter

regulus "i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain", " its 2 am and I'm cursing your name" black, and ofc

barty "so in love that i acted insane" crouch.

#marauders #bartylus #jegulus #regulus black #barty crouch jr #james potter #taylor swift #the way i loved you

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addsalwayssick · 7 months

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“You look beautiful, Remus” She had said. Her hand trailed his chest to his back and all over again. She whispered sweet words, full of love and passion. “You’re gorgeous” She breathed into his ear. “You’re lovely” She groaned. Remus didn’t say anything back. He couldn’t. He was busy reading in his sweater while she was wearing a revealing dress that revealed a little too much cleavage for his liking.

She tried to weasel her way in his lap, slipping over his book and throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Remus couldn’t do it. Not when he was thinking of him.

The him, the one.

and she says you look beautiful tonight

He liked Nymphadora, he really did. Just not how she wanted him to love her. He liked to spend time with her, but not like how she wanted to spend time with him. He preferred sitting and talking about things they enjoyed, sipping tea. She preferred whispered nothings in ears, breathless moans, and being driven over the edge a bit too hard.

and i feel perfectly fine

But Remus didn’t like that with her. He felt love for her as something of a friend. There was only one person who he wanted to whisper things in his ear, moan at something particularly good he was doing, and be driven over the edge by.

but i miss screaming and fighting

They loved each other. Remus and Sirius. They had a different type of love. It was complicated, messy, chaotic, but real. It was an emotional and sensitive. It felt like what love should feel like. But Sirius had told Remus something that broke Remus’s heart. “I wish you were a girl.” He said after a year of being together. He had his hand on his cheek and was crying.

and kissing in the rain

He missed the intimate nights of them being together. He missed the moonlit kisses they had. He missed Sirius.

and it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name

The last night they were together they both went to bed crying. “What do you mean, you wish I was a girl?” Remus asked through gritted teeth. Remus knew what he meant.

“I just mean I love you but you’re not the type of person I should be dating.” Sirius said, a tear running down his face.

Remus felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He jerked away from Sirius’s hand. “How could- How-“ He didn’t finish.

“Remus I-“

“No.” Remus said. He packed his bag in the night. He didn’t come back. Not for 4 months.

So in love that you act afraid

“Dora.” Remus said, stopping Nymphadora (or Tonks, as she preferred)

Tonks stopped, her dress was coming up and her lipstick was smeared. “Yes?” She asked.

“I cant do this.” He said, his voice breaking. “I love you but i’m not in love with you.” He told her, closing his eyes. Tonks leaned and kissed his nose softly.

“I know.” She said, her voice was sad but understanding. “Go get him.” She said.

Remus didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as he made sure Tonks was ok, he went outside and slipped into his car. The night was inky and the moon was waning.

He arrived at the shared house with christmas lights strung up all around. There were two cars in the driveway, and one motorbike. He recognized one car as James and the others as Sirius’s. He didn’t recognize the motorbike.

His thoughts started to control him. ‘Does he have a girlfriend now?’ He asked himself.

He didn’t move for awhile until the rain started falling. He told himself it was then or never. He walked stiffly up to the door and knocked once, twice. Sirius opened the door, his head turned back. He was smiling when he turned around but it dropped the moment he saw Remus.

“Remus.” He said, his voice breaking.

“Sirius.” Remus choked. “I’m sorry.” Remus didn’t really know what he was apologizing for. Leaving? Coming back?

“Remus.” Sirius said again, this time sounding on the verge of tears.

“I’m so sorry. Sirius, I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I came back, and I’m sorry i’m intruding your time with your girlfriend but I-“ Remus started.

“Girlfriend?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah I saw the motorbike and I assumed-“ Remus said.

Sirius rolled his eyes and grumbled a few words that sounded like ‘bloody idiot’ before grabbing the front of Remus’s shirt and kissing him.

Remus kissed back. This was unlike a lot of their kisses. This was soft and warm despite the cold rain pattering on the sidewalk around them.

Sirius released him and swore. “You’re wet. Come in.”

The rest of the night they spent kissing, and watching movies, and whispering I love you’s in the dark.

and that’s the way i love you

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adarafaelbarba · 5 months

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The Show Must Go On ~ Prompt List

This list has been long in the making and is far from finished. But I decided to post the first draft now, and see where to go from there 🥰

It's composed of mainly theatre tracks but contains something outside the world of theatre too, and will more or less be like that throughout this "journey" as I don't always listen to musical theatre cast recordings, but it's still a lot of what I do listen to 😅

Also -- Thank you @bullet-prooflove for the inspiration of the list, I love seeing your radio lists 😍

So without further ado, here's my spin on "Playlist prompt list"

Thunder rumbling, castles crumbling, I am trying to hold on.

Maybe next time I’ll be enough, you’ll give me everything instead of giving up.

I’d tell you that I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here. Maybe if I shout it loud enough, you might hear.

So it looks like the joke’s on you, cause the girl that you thought you knew, she’s so gone.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name.

He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father, he’s charming and endearing and I’m comfortable.

’cause I can feel the universe when I'm feeling you breathe, it's bigger than us, and it's bigger than you and me, it's bigger.

It’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Just kiss me one last time, close your eyes, say goodbye and walk away.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don’t want to say goodbye cause this time means forever

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in, It's like I buried my faith with you

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

I'm screamin' at a God I don't know if I believe in. ‘Cause I don't know what else I can do

but when does a comet become a meteor. When does a candle become a blaze. When does a man become a monster. When does a ripple become a tidal wave. When does the reason become the blame.

I look into your eyes and think back to the son of mine. You’re as old as he was when I left for war.

close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?

I’m just a man, who’s fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife.

Have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you? Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you.

Show yourself, I know you're watching me. Show yourself. I can see you.

How can you see through my spell?

Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff

What good would killing do. When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. My friend is dead! Our foe is blind! The blood we shed it never dries!

You are reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest.

That's just like you, why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain. Unlike you every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain.

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done.

You're not looking for a mentor. I'm not looking for a friend. I mistook you for a general. What a waste of effort spent.

At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser why's your life spent all alone?

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying. One day, you might understand. One day, but not today. For after all you're just a man.

This day, you sever your own head. This day, you cut the line. This day, you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye

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closetoyou-pdf · 4 months

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BUT I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN AND ITS 2 AM AND IM CURSING YOUR NAME

#im 17 idk anything*

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folklorepdf · 7 months

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You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, adventure, and even a little danger.

When I am with him, it just consumes me.

I will always choose you. I love you and I will love you until I take my last breath on this earth.

Cause I am on fire like a thousand suns, I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to. These flames tonight, look into my eyes and say you want me too like I want you.

Promise me this is forever. I promise.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2 am and I'm cursing your name. So in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you.

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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The Way I Loved You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: The way you loved Bucky was exhausting. Screaming, fighting, kissing in the rain, cursing his name at 2 AM. You've moved on. You found someone that respects your space, calls when he says he will, he's sensible and incredible, so why do you miss the way Bucky loved you so damn much?

Bucky grunts in disapproval, watching the door in anticipation at seeing you for the first time in months. Even if you were coming with your stupid new boyfriend. "They're late."

Sam sighs, putting his glass down on the table. “I already told you to behave.”

“I am behaving - by being on time.”

“Listen, I’ve already told you both. I’m not taking sides. So let’s just remember the age-old lesson: if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," Sam chides, fed up with this cold war between the two of you.

Sam didn't actually know what happened between the two of you. All that he knew was that this fight wasn't like the others. There was no reconciliation nor did there seem to be one on the horizon. That was partly his motivation for inviting Bucky here, to see if proximity could force something out of the two of you.

"I have nothing to say."

"I highly doubt that."

"I don't care. I don't even know why you brought me here," Bucky grumbles.

There were few worse things that he could think of than being forced into a conversation with you for the first time in months only because you wanted to introduce your boyfriend to your friends. Well, one friend and one former friend.

"Because you two used to be friends. And no matter what she says, she cares what you think."

"And I highly doubt that," he mumbles as he takes another swig of his beer.

He remembered the last time you two spoke, really spoke. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't anything that the two of you said, words thrown at each other in rage you two could take. It was the vitriol behind those words in that argument that marked the end of the friendship.

Though, he has to confess, your friendship was a complicated one. It was a difficult relationship to articulate and even more confusing when anyone saw it firsthand. But it somehow worked. Upon meeting, the two of you clicked. And though it wasn't effortless, Bucky was usually at his happiest with you.

And still, there was also no one that could rile him up the way you could. You pushed his buttons and in return he did the same. You didn't take Bucky's bullshit and he didn't take yours.

You bickered like an old married couple. Fought like you were arch enemies in a generations long feud. But beyond that, what most people didn't see was the way it worked. Inside jokes. A comfort. An understanding.

He remembered those missions Steve and Sam were reluctant to send him on if only because they were both worried that you two really would end up killing each other one day:

“I hate you,” you snarl, hauling yourself out of the freezing Atlantic Ocean. It might've been easier if your wet clothes and gear didn't add what felt like 50 additional pounds to your person.

“I just saved your ass! You should be thanking me,” Bucky counters with equal anger-filled fervor.

“Thanking you?” you scream, unhooking your soaking wet gear and throwing it on the ground. You kick off your boot, turning it upside down. Water pours out of the shoe and you angrily gesture to it. “I should thank you for this?”

Your shoe still in hand, you take a moment to look at the big picture of this moment. The utter ridiculousness of the whole thing.

You and Bucky screaming at each other in the middle of nowhere when you should really be finding out where the hell you are.

You’re both soaking wet, drenched head to toe with the salty Atlantic Ocean water.

Bucky’s hair is matted with sand and salt from the water.

You’ve got one shoe off and in your hand.

This time, you shake your head, laughing, “I hate you.”

Just seeing you laugh, Bucky laughs too. “I hate you too.”

“See?” you say, plopping down on the sand. “This is why we don’t go on assignment together.”

Bucky huffs in amusement, crouching down next to you. “You look ridiculous.”

“You’re not any better. You’ve got seaweed in your hair,” you say, plucking a small piece from his head to show him.

He shakes his hair, sending more sand flying everywhere. “You’re only wearing one shoe.”

You shrug, waving your hand in defeat. “I’m out of insults.”

“Really? So soon?” he chuckles.

This time you only respond with your middle finger.

Finally, just a few minutes later. He sees you walk in with your new boyfriend. Bucky’s jaw clenches as he watches the guy hold the front door open for you and help you shrug your jacket off. And thanks to his super-soldier senses, he can hear the guy whisper how beautiful you look. And like it’s some kind of win for Bucky, he sees the incredibly fake smile you plaster on your face in response.

And in a loss for Bucky, you falter when you see him at the table.

“I thought you told her I was going to be here,” Bucky hisses to Sam.

“Must’ve forgotten,” Sam shrugs. “Whoops.”

You recover before your boyfriend even notices. Bucky thinks to himself that he would’ve noticed. He would have noticed the fake smile too. You approach the booth, holding the man’s hand.

"John, you've sort of met Sam. And this is Bucky," you sigh, gesturing to each of the men.

Bucky immediately notes your continued use of his nickname, he hates the way it sounds out of your mouth. You used to call him Barnes. Or at your angriest, James.

"It's nice to officially meet you, Sam. And you too, Bucky," John greets, shaking Sam's hand.

"You can call me Sergeant Barnes," Bucky curtly corrects, squeezing John's hand a little too hand.

"Bucky," you hiss with wide eyes that warn him to stop whatever he’s doing. You turn and chuckle at John, "He's kidding."

Bucky shrugs with indifference. By the time the four of you have some appetizers and drinks at the booth, the air is thick with cold, awkward tension. And Bucky’s made it clear to you that he has no intention of making this easy for you. He wordlessly scoffs at John's drink order, at John's comment about how he doesn't really like spicy food, or the awkward dad jokes John makes to the waitress.

“So, John, what do you do?” Sam asks, trying to break the silence.

“I actually work in the Compound too. Nothing cool like you guys, accounting mostly.”

“An accountant, nice,” Bucky chortles only loud enough for you and Sam to hear. Thankfully John doesn’t. You swiftly kick him in the shin in response. He jolts, but keeps a wry grin on his face. You immediately know you’ve made it ten times worse. "So, Jake-"

"John," you correct again.

"Right, Justin, an Avenger huh? Aiming high there, aren’t you?”

“What Bucky means to say,” Sam corrects, elbowing Bucky in the ribs. “-Is how did you two meet?”

“Well, that’s a funny story actually,” John chuckles then begins telling the story of you two bumped into each other at the small coffee shop on campus. He spilled a drink on you and offered to take you out as an apology. You've never really understood why John thinks it's a funny story, but you nod and chuckle along with him.

“A real funny story there, Jimmy,” Bucky snarks, raising an eyebrow at you. You can feel the unspoken challenge in his knowing, snarky expression. “But let me ask you this, you’ve been with her what? A few months? Has she shown you how big of a pain in the ass she can be? You really think you can handle that?”

You roll your eyes, your glare hardening as you debate whether strangling Bucky would scare John away. “Real nice, Bucky.”

John chuckles, though you can tell he’s not sure who his reply is supposed to pander to. “Well, we all have our faults.”

“So you think she has a lot of faults?” Bucky continues, liking the tripped up, flustered expression on the man's face.

“You don’t have to answer that,” you tell John, resting your hand on his arm. So quickly you almost miss it, Bucky's eyes flicker to your hand comfortably resting on John's arm. His jaw ticks, but he plasters a mischievous smirk on his face.

For a moment, you contemplate moving your hand to appease Bucky, but you're too proud to back down from his challenge. In the corner of his eye, Sam can see this strange chicken fight between the two of you and before he can diffuse it, Bucky's talking again.

“What are you, his lawyer?” Bucky snickers, raising his glass to his mouth to cover up his smirk.

“No, it’s okay,” John assures you. “She’s great. She makes me very happy. I think that's what matters.”

“Aww…see that was nice,” Sam encourages.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt that she’s a good kisser, right?” Bucky offhandedly offers, though you both know that Bucky knows exactly what can of worms he's just opened.

“Bucky!” you hiss. You unknowingly remove your hand from John's to lean into Bucky, glowering at him. Still seated right next to you, John’s eyes flicker between you and Bucky. The way you're both leaned over the table, faces inches apart. It's more intensity than he's ever seen from you.

“Oh shit,” Sam exhales, shocked at the new revelation. “You did not.”

You back away from Bucky slowly, refusing to put yourself back in the same situation you were in four months ago:

“I hate you!” you shout like you’ve never shouted before. You both take refuge from the massive rainstorm underneath a large tree, and once again have to wait for someone to come get you after another dumpster-fire mission with Bucky.

“I hate you!”

“God,” you scream. “You’re such a prick! I’m never, ever going on a mission with you! I mean it- I’m so fucking sick of you!”

“Good! I’m fucking sick of you too! You’re the biggest pain in my ass. You know that? The whiniest, most infuriating person I’ve ever known.”

Your hands clench and you practically shake with anger. There aren’t enough words to describe how infuriated you are at this very moment. “And you think you’re so great? You’re such an asshole! The biggest idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.”

“And you’re the most aggravating jackass I've ever had to work with!”

Blinded with rage, you take another step toward him. “You’re the most difficult, annoying little shit-head with an even shittier fucking attitude!”

“Oh, ‘cause working with you is a walk in the park. You’re reckless," he accuses, taking another step toward you. "You don’t think ahead. You do whatever the fuck you want whenever the fuck you want-”

“It’s better than sticking with your dumbass plans. Look where it got us. Stranded - once again!”

“We’re stranded because you can’t fucking listen to save your life.”

You take another step forward, jabbing an accusatory finger into his chest. “No, I don’t like to listen to the bullshit plans you string together.”

You’re close enough to see the muscle in Bucky’s jaw tick as it clenches. “That’s called insubordination. And it’s why you’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

“I hate you,” you repeat, getting impossibly close to him.

“And I hate you,” he snarls, lowering himself to meet your eye.

Your chest heaves with so much anger and suddenly you're so close to him that you feel Bucky's breath in your face.

There's so much palpable tension and electricity crackling in the air that you do possibly the dumbest thing you've ever done. Your fists unclench and you pull Bucky’s lips to yours. He gasps, reflexively tearing himself away from you.

You freeze for a moment, shocked at the turn of events. You just kissed your friend because you were mad at him. It was insanity, he was driving you crazy in ways you'd never even realized until this very moment.

Before you can say or do anything, he steps forward, firmly grabbing your face and kisses you with a maddening intensity.

Lost in the moment, he pushes you up against the large tree. “God, I hate you.”

“I hate you,” you pant as he lifts you up.

There’s so much anger there that he practically devours you. Nips at your jaw. Your fingers press so roughly into his shoulder as he lifts you up. Your hands weave in the nape of his neck and you tug roughly at his hair. His hand squeezes your thighs roughly and you’re almost certain there will be bruises there. It feels like you can't breathe and yet you can't get enough.

You only stop when you hear the Quinjet land behind you. You both are breathless and he gently lets you down. You keep eye contact for a long moment, but you can see it in his face that he has no clue what he's supposed to say or do. And that scares you to your very core.

Purely out of fear, you walk away.

Through the rain, Bucky watches you jog to the jet. He pushes the moment down, following you only moments later.

“You guys okay?” Sam asks as you board the jet, Bucky in tow. “I’m surprised you haven’t killed each other yet.”

Neither of you say anything, both stunned silent.

“Wow,” Sam exhales, never having heard silence quite this loud. “Silence. That’s a new type of pissed.”

"I think I'm going to grab another drink," John awkwardly excuses himself.

"Will you quit it?" you seethe, your attention more on Bucky than it should be considering your boyfriend just walked away. "Whatever it is you're trying to do - it stops now."

Bucky doesn’t have a chance to reply before you take off after John.

“Are you kidding me?" Sam scolds. "You were supposed to play nice.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky shrugs, feigning innocence.

Sam exhales in disbelief, shaking his head at the tumultuous turn of events and the idiocy of his friends. “I have about a million questions and only a few minutes before she comes back here and kills you.”

You follow John to where he stands at the bar and immediately begin profusely apologizing. “I’m so sorry about him. I talked to him, he’ll back off-”

"Actually, I think I'm going to head out now," he says as the bartender brings him a small paper receipt. He signs the check, putting a few dollars down on the counter.

"Oh, okay. Let me just grab my coat."

John clears his throat, slightly shaking his head. "Alone."

"What?" you awkwardly chuckle, watching him put on his jacket.

"Listen, I just don't want to get in the middle of anything. And you're clearly in the middle of something," he says, gesturing to Bucky.

"There's nothing between me and Bucky," you quietly assure him. Though, regardless of how much you wanted it to be, you know that it's not entirely true.

He gives you a tight-lipped smile. "I think you and I both know that's not true."

"I'm sorry," you sigh in resignation.

"It's alright. It was nice getting to know you either way."

You offer a small, sad smile in return, "You too."

And you watch him walk away.

And what hurts the most is that it doesn't hurt at all.

He was perfectly nice, reliable, consistent. And at most, you were fond of him. Three months you'd spent with him and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get Bucky out of your head.

It was terrible, you were terrible for that.

He called when he said he would. You two didn't into screaming matches or swear at each other like your lives depended on it. He understood the demands of your job and said all the right things. And at best, it was fine.

"Where'd John go?" Sam asks as you shuffle back to the booth.

"He left."

Bucky snorts as he raises his glass. "Course he did."

Sam swiftly elbows him in the gut as you glare at him. He knew exactly what he did and showed little to no remorse for chasing John away. "Actually, I think I'm going to go home too," you say in a clipped tone, snatching up your coat and turning to walk out.

Before that crushing argument, you'd take Bucky's snarky remarks and snide comments in stride, but now it hurt more than you were willing to admit.

You'd been oddly quiet since your kiss with Bucky.

Anything you said to him was about assignments and only assignments. And then the last mission made it ten times worse. You were aboard the jet with him and a few other agents when he started offering up details about the date he went on the night prior.

A month had passed since your rage-filled kiss.

Neither of you spoke about it. And things had yet to go back to normal.

You knew the mature thing to do was to simply talk to him. But hearing Bucky talk about this date, this girl, it felt like a sharp jab to the heart. Surely if he was going on dates then you needed to move on from this ill-fated emotional rollercoaster. The rush no longer justified tearing yourself apart trying to figure out how you could keep him in your life.

You decided right then and there that you couldn’t do this anymore. Somewhere down the line you'd fallen in love and now was the time to remove yourself from the situation.

“What the hell is up with you?” he demands, watching you haphazardly throw your gear down after a successful mission.

What Bucky meant to do was come down here to talk to you, to know what was happening to the two of you. If you couldn't be together than surely you could remain friends.

But he watched your cold, apathetic expression on the jet, and it seemed like you couldn't have cared less as he went on and on about this fictional date. He knew the mature thing to do was to simply talk to you, and he knew it was childish to lie and make things up to coax a reaction out of you.

At first he though you needed time, then you started avoiding him, you iced him out, he knew that's exactly what you were doing. So he made up a stupid story about a fantastic date, and still nothing.

“Nothing. Just thinking,” you absently state, shrugging off the last of your mission attire.

“About?”

“Can you just leave me alone right now?” you ask, a little too curt to be considered polite.

“What’s your problem?” he prods. “I’m trying to be nice here.”

“Since when?” you scoff. “When have you ever concerned yourself with being nice to me?”

“You haven’t said anything to me all day. I'm trying to do the decent thing here and check on you but you're kind of being an ass. Doesn’t seem like I’m the one with the problem here,” he accuses, malice dripping from his voice.

You hear the undercurrent of anger, real anger, and instead of diffusing it, you stand up from your seat to meet his scowl. “No, I have the problem. I want to be left alone and once again, you’re not respecting my boundaries.”

“It’s not a boundary. It’s avoidance,” he challenges.

“You’re full of shit. You know that?” you scoff, slamming the door to the armory. "All that therapy teach you that?"

Bucky follows you right on your heels, stopping you by blocking the doorway out of the training room. “I don't know why I even put up with you anymore! Seriously, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Right now, you. You’re my problem!”

“Really? Because it seems like you're the problem here," he accuses. "You get your feelings hurt and you start acting like a cold, heartless bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you? ”

Your jaw clenches. The words you can take, you've been called way worse, and in some way, you know he doesn't actually mean it. But you can't ignore the contempt there. “Back off, Bucky. I’m being so fucking serious right now. Walk away before I say some shit I don't mean.”

Bucky inhales sharply. In some strange way, hearing his nickname being spit from your mouth hurt more than any other insult possibly could. It marked a strange shift, a slippery slope that this argument was not like the others. If he hadn’t felt as hurt as he did, if he couldn’t feel his heart splintering, he might’ve been smart and walked away.

You suck in a breath and your lips press together, holding back your next retort when he doesn't leave you be.

Normally your arguments are filled with red hot intensity, but this feels cold- it feels real. Like you’re not going to bounce back from this. Your heart was already broken courtesy of Bucky, and your normal banter seemed deranged right now. Right now, your words, both his and yours, were shooting to kill.

"Leave me alone," you repeat.

“You’re a coward,” he grits. “You know that? A fucking coward.”

And you look at him, shaking your head. It seemed as good of a time as any to wave the white flag- for real this time. “You know what? I'm not the cold, heartless bitch here, Bucky. Just stay the hell away from me. I want nothing to do with you anymore.”

His hand drops from the doorway, your words hitting him like a punch to the gut.

As his hand skates down the door, you take a large breath and walk away.

“You should come inside. It’s gonna rain tonight.”

“Go away, Bucky,” you absently state, staring out to the pitch black night that surrounded the Compound.

His heart clenches at hearing his nickname again. At hearing your tone of indifference. There were a lot of things between the two of you - anger, occasional borderline hatred, friendship, a burning passion that got so out of control it often left the two of you scalded and tending to third degree burns.

Indifference was never on that list.

And somewhere on the way, he'd fallen- hard. He liked that air of confidence that surrounded you, the way you didn't take any shit from him or anyone else. How the two of you fought but at the end of the day you always had his back.

He missed you.

So despite his own cautious thoughts, he steps onto the balcony. He sees the bottle on the small table next to you, drink in hand. “You know you were just at a bar?”

“I left so I could be alone,” you say, still turned away from Bucky.

“I thought you left because your boyfriend left.”

“Well, thanks to you, I no longer have a boyfriend.”

"He's a dick - that was a dick move," Bucky offers, though he doesn’t know what actually transpired in the two minute conversation, he’s got a pretty good idea of what went down. And the role he played.

He felt like shit. And that was before Sam chewed him out the entire car ride back.

You huff out an incredulous laugh.

"What?" he grunts, taking another few steps toward you.

"Nothing," you coldly chuckle, raising your drink to your lips. "Just a little hypocritical coming for you, isn't it?"

“Wow,” he exhales, nodding tersely. “So we’re just done then?”

“Done?”

“Us. Me and you. It’s over? We're done?”

“There was nothing there to begin with,” you lie, taking another long drink to slow your racing mind.

“Does John buy your bullshit too?” he audibly wonders, his nonchalant tone guarding his own hurt feelings.

“You’re pushing it, Barnes,” you warn. “Go back inside.”

“No, I want to know," he insists. He shouldn't have been elated at hearing you call him his last name, it sounded insane, but he did. It meant you still cared. "What about that fake laugh? Does he actually think you laugh like that? Does he think that 'funny story' is actually funny to you?”

You turn away from the railing and finally look at him. It feels like a win to Bucky even though he's sure you want to kill him in this very moment. “Stop being an ass and go back inside. I'm not going to ask you again.”

"Or what you're going to scream at me? Or you're going to run away?"

"You're an insufferable prick," you seethe, downing the rest of your glass.

"So you're going to stick with insulting me?" he nods. "Go on, it's been months since I've heard from you. You've probably got a whole new arsenal of profanity just waiting for me."

"Because that's what you think I do, right? Sit here and pine for you? News flash, I don't. My life doesn't revolve around you and I'm done playing whatever masochistic game you think this is!"

"Me? Playing games? Last I checked you were the one that kissed me and then ran away."

"I ran?" you scoff. "You pushed me away. You didn't once try to talk to me. And then just a few weeks later you were going out on dates."

"There was no date!" he confesses angrily. "I made it up because you iced me out! There was no talking to you! You got your feelings hurt and you cut me out."

“Oh my God," you loudly rant, feeling a fresh wave of anger toward Bucky. "Do you hear yourself? This is insane, actual certifiably insane. And that's another reason I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what?” he glowers.

"This!" you shout, gesturing between the two of you.

"According to you, there's nothing there," he fumes.

"Damn it, Barnes! You've always got to one up me, don't you?"

"Why can't you just be honest for once?"

"You want honesty," you scoff. Your chest heaves with unbridled, intense anger. “Let me tell you something really sick: I miss it! I actually miss it: screaming, fighting like with hate each other. I miss it all.”

"Then why? Why'd you walk away?" he demands.

"Because I need to move on, James!" you continue, feeling a light drizzle on your face.

"From what?" he booms. "From me?!"

"Yes!" you scream, the rain coming down all at once. "I can't love you anymore. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?"

His widened eyes flicker up at you and he almost stumbles back in shock. “What did you just say?”

“No,” you shake your head, refusing to repeat yourself. “I can't do this anymore."

"You're in love with me?"

"Yes...No- Yes." You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steel your crumbling resolve. "It doesn't matter. Look at us - this isn't healthy. This isn't good for either one of us."

"You're in love with me?" he repeats.

You shake your head. "I'm over it."

"Which is it? Are you over me or in love with me?"

"Stop," you demand, holding your hand out to keep him a safe distance away. "I'm over-"

“Don’t say you’re over me,” he whispers, slowly encroaching on your space.

“I am,” you quietly insist, halfheartedly pushing him away. “I’m over-”

“Don’t say it,” he interrupts, putting one hand on the railing to cage you in. “Because we both know you’re not. I’m not either.”

Even though it's pouring out, he gently grabs your chin, lifting it to force you to make eye contact with him. "Please."

"No," you shake your head.

He can see the hurt on your face. Hurt that the two of you caused in this war that no one was ever going to win. And this time, he lays his armor down first. "I'm sorry."

You swallow the knot in your throat, your soaking wet hair sticking to the side of your face. He sweeps it to the side, leaning his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry," he repeats, trying to convey the sincerity of his emotions.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

He looks up at you, the two of you drenched from head to toe. Standing in the balcony having just screamed at each other with reckless abandon. A chuckle bubbles out of your mouth as you finally regain the ability to look at the big picture. The whole ridiculousness of it all: screaming, fighting, kissing in the rain. So in love that you both acted insane.

"We're ridiculous," Bucky quietly chuckles, still so close to you that you can feel his huff of amusement on your face.

"So ridiculous," you agree. "We could just go with it?"

He shrugs. "I'm out of insults."

"Me too."

He leans down, pressing an firm, intense kiss to your lips. After another moment of kissing in the pouring rain, he hums, "We should go inside."

"We should," you agree, pulling away from him and turning to go back inside.

"Hey," he says, intertwining his fingers with yours. You stop, turning back to look at him. "In case you were wondering, I love you too."

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oops sorry about that! it is prompt 9: the way i loved you from the angst inspo 😅

The Way I Loved You

pairing: javier peña x reader

warnings: javier being a dick, reader loving it, language, this was supposed to be angst

words: 1.7k

prompt: “I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It’s 2 a.m. and I’m cursing your name. So in love that I acted insane, and that’s the way I loved you.”

a/n: hope you don’t mind i changed this to javi—i just think it fits him too well to pass up on 🙈

He is sensible and so incredible and all my single friends are jealous. He says everything I need to hear and it’s like I couldn’t ask for anything better. He opens up my door and I get into his car and he says, “You look beautiful tonight”, and I feel perfectly fine…

You met him against your will, your best friend tired of seeing you down over that god damned DEA agent you met during your year abroad. You, on the contrary, we’re perfectly content moping around and missing him—after all, he was your very first love.

Who could’ve predicted that your chance meeting at a bar in Bogota would have turned into the biggest romance of your life? It wasn’t to say that it was the healthiest romance, though. Javier was lust and fire and danger and everything your parents ever warned you against wrapped in one.

It wouldn’t have been an easy task for anyone to take Javier Peña’s place, let alone…

“Jason! Hi,” You tried to sound happy to see your blind date-turned-accidental-boyfriend as he pulled up to your apartment, greeting him with open arms and a peck on his lips that made you feel nothing.

“You look beautiful. I’m such a lucky guy.” He held your face and you cracked another smile, stiff under his graceless touch. God, you wanted to like him. Everyone else liked him. A young professor teaching abroad, handsome and fit, kind and caring. Sensible. Something your previous love had not been. Something you hadn’t realized bored you.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name. So in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you.

“You’re late.” You begrudgingly open your apartment door after listening to Javier’s knocks for the last five minutes. He stood damp on your doorstep, Bogotá’s summer rain crashing down and shining like diamonds against the road behind him. Somehow, his drenched and guilty exterior didn’t make you feel any more understanding of his three-hour-late arrival.

“I got caught up at work,” He tried to walk inside, but you stopped him with your hand to his wet chest, the shirt he was wearing cold but the skin beneath it hot. Javier tilted his head and sighed, frustrated with your keeping him outside. “Can you let me in, cariño? I’m getting drenched out here,”

“Let you in for what? So I can smell another woman’s perfume on you? Or is it just whiskey tonight?” You spat, pushing him back as he tried to come in again. His patience was quickly wearing off, frustrated that for once he actually was at work all night and you still didn’t believe him. In an instance, he reached for your waist through your satin night gown and tugged you outside into the rain along with him, your entire body turning damp as he held you tight to his chest. “Javier! What the fuck!”

“You wouldn’t let me in,” He whispered and tried to lean in for a kiss, only earning a shove to his chest as you backed away and stared at him in awe of his audacity. “I’m telling you. I was at work. No bullshit.”

“You’re still three fucking hours late. Phones don’t work at the Embassy?” You wiped the wet hair out of your face, accepting the fact that you were going to catch a cold tonight. The rain actually felt nice, it’s brief coldness cooling the heat that built up from your argument.

“I’m not sure if you remember, but I am a DEA agent. It’s not really the sort of job that’s okay with you making quick calls to your girlfriend while everyone else is hunting criminals.” He spat at you like you were an idiot, and perhaps you were, because all you could hear was the word “girlfriend”. Your lips curled up in a devilish grin, forcing a laugh of sheer confusion out of him. “Why the fuck are you smiling?”

“You called me your girlfriend.” You stepped to him and slid your arms up his chest and draped them across his shoulders. Javier rolled his eyes and slid his hands around the wet satin covering your body, his hands holding the small of your back.

“Maybe I did.” He hummed as he brought his lips close enough to yours to tease.

“You did.” You filled in the gap and crashed your lips against his, his squeeze on your tightening as he walked you backwards into your apartment, kicking the door closed and locking it behind him.

He can't see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all. And you were wild and crazy, just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated, got away by some mistake and now…

“You look so happy,” Jason hummed as he sat across from you at dinner, your chin resting on your elbow as you gazed off into the distance, lost in a flashback of Javier. “I’m glad I make you happy, baby.”

“Mmhm,” You nodded and forced a smile onto your face, reaching for your wine and taking the largest gulp possible that wouldn’t earn you any looks.

“You know…I’ve been thinking…”

“Javier?” You interrupted him as he began to speak, your eyes locking with a familiar pair as he was seated at the table behind you. Jason turned around in his seat to look up at your ex, timidly leaving his date and walking over to say hi.

“Hey,” He breathed out softly, smile flickering with shame as you looked over at the young woman he was with. Javier sucked in a sharp breath and turned to your date, holding his hand out. “I’m Javier, nice to meet you…”

“Jason.” He nodded and shook his hand before turning his nervous gaze back to you. You were speechless and stunned, shocked not only to see him out but to see him with someone else. He’d done well for himself in your replacement, though she did seem a bit ditzy for his usual taste. “Are you two old friends, or…”

“Yeah.” Javier nodded and looked over in time to see you put the fakest smile on for your date, fighting the urge to laugh at the loveless display. Jason didn’t seem to notice though, breathing a breath of relief.

“Oh, good. I was beginning to think your were an ex or something. Was worried!” He chuckled and so did Javier, just for different reasons.

“Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” Javier shot you a wink before turning to walk away, in an instant reminding you of how you desired to feel for someone. You needed that electricity that came with loving someone who drove you insane. You needed passion…electricity.

“What a nice guy,” Your oblivious date chuckled and cut into his steak, bringing it to his mouth and chewing in a way that made you cringe. When he brought his eyes to yours, he looked upset. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Like what? Oh, like you hated him. Couldn’t stand him. Some could say were disgusted by him. You sighed and hardly bothered to fix your downturned expression, catching glances with your ex-soulmate over his shoulder before you spoke.

“Listen, Jason…” Javier shushed his date to be able to hear you, and the poor girl didn’t even seem to mind. “You’re great. And someday you’re going to make someone very happy. But that person is not me. I wish sometimes that it was, but truthfully…I can’t stand you.”

“What?” He dropped his fork and reacted poorer than you assumed he would.

After minutes of trying to talk him out of every single, “I can change this…I can change that”, you finally stood up and walked out of the restaurant, hearing familiar footsteps following you out onto the sidewalk.

“I hope that wasn’t because of me,” He sighed from behind you, forcing you to turn around and glare at him. Here it was. That feeling you wanted. “I’m not going to be a good boyfriend like him. I’m too fucked up. I’m gonna break your heart again.”

“Be a bad boyfriend. Don’t be my boyfriend. Do whatever you want. Just…” You stepped to him and reached for his face, Javier grabbed your hand before you could.

“Go back inside and apologize to him, cariño. He’s good for you.”

“You don’t know what’s good for me.” You forced your hands to his face, stroking it and admiring the effects the six months had brought upon it in your absence.

“I know I’m not.” He sighed and removed your hand, kissing your palm. “Go back to him.”

“Make me.” You tried to antagonize him, desperate to see he wanted you just as badly. Missed you just as badly.

“C’mon, Y/N. Do you really miss me? I treated you like shit.” He backed up and lit a cigarette. “Why do you want me to do that again?”

“Because you made me feel alive.” You plucked the cigarette from his fingers and took a drag of it, his eyes watching your lips the entire time. “He makes me feel dead.”

“Death is supposed to be peaceful. Life…isn’t.” Javier could feel one of your famous back and forth arguments beginning, your lips curling up as you thought up a response quick enough to keep his interest.

“I told you, I don’t give a shit about peace. I want you.”

“You need him.”

“Fuck him.”

“Have you?”

“Yes. Does that make you angry?”

“It makes me sad. Knowing you had to lay there and fake it.”

That got you, a laugh slipping from your lips as you nodded and took another drag.

“C’mon, cariño. Do the right thing.” He tilted his head back, gesturing to the restaurant where you left Jason broken.

“No.” You stood firm. Javier groaned and rubbed his temples, yanking back the cigarette and taking a large drag before stomping it out.

“Fine. I’ll be at yours later.” He gave in, turning and walking back to his date.

“Wait, you’re going back?”

“Yeah, I’m on a date.” He called from over his shoulder, forcing your eyes to close in a bid for patience.

Frustrating. That’s another word to add to the list of ways to describe him. Absolutely, mind-achingly, fist-ballingly frustrating. And that’s exactly the way you loved him.

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