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moonbyulsstuff · 1 year

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I just read dating headcanons with Jake Kim and Jihan Kwak, thank goodness someone requested it. I have the same request, could you write that dating headcanons with Hudson Ahn and James Lee or Diego Kang? Since these four guys are my fav characters. Thankyou!

Dating Headcanons: Hudson Ahn and Jamss Lee or Diego Kang (separate.)

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Hudson Ahn:

Even though Hudson has never had past relationship due to being busy being apart of Ansan and just not thinking about being in a relationship.

But it all changed when he met you, it made him the desire to date someone. And that someone was you.

Even though it may not be clear to you but Hudson was very nervous, this being his first relationship ever.

And he would try his best to understand on whatever couple goes through.

Hudson would be calm, kinda of a nervous wreck boyfriend.

He's calm but that façade would break down in just a minute.

He's a very understanding and reasonable boyfriend. always thinking the meaning of the situation, before solving it.

So, he doesn't get jealous very easily, and I mean that.

Hudson knows you aren't the person to cheat on their partner, he doesn't have any doubt.

He trust you enough.

When it comes to your anniversary, Hudson is not really the type of person that makes a big deal out of anniversary.

But if it was a big deal for you, Hudson would gives you gifts and takes you out on a date to make the day special for you.

But if it wasn't then, the two of you would just watch a movie, cuddle around. Just content with each other.

I don't know why but I feel like Hudson would teach you on how to fight.

Teaching you some technique he learned from his mentor.

Wanting for you to fight and defend yourself in case he isn't by your side.

And he also want the others to know, not to mess with his partner.

If the two of ever got into an argument, Hudson is not the type of person to not shout.

He wouldn't scream at you at all.

If Husdon was the one fault, he would quickly realize his mistake and apologize for it.

Kneeling down on his knees muttering out apologies like a bird.

If you were the one fault, he would hug you and whisper sweet things to you until you calm down, giving you a few minutes before you would apologize to him.

If the two of you were at fault, then Hudson would the one to apologize first after a few minutes you were calming down.

His gang has a lot of respect for you, you were kind and make food for them and sometimes bandaged them after they got into a fight and got injured.

So you were kinda like a parent to them.

Just like with the others, Hudson has some insecurity about your relationship specifically, him being a gangster.

It's really dangerous considering he made some dangerous enemies, he doesn't want to endanger you at all.

But you knew of the cause and effects dating Hudson, but you were prepared for it.

So no matter how Hudson insist, you would always stay by his side. No matter what.

Diego Kang (James Lee):

You met James Lee back in middle school, you two weren't particularly close.

You knew him as the perfect student, who was good at everything he does.

He was quite a loner but he was popular, a lot of people were either jealous or had a crush on him.

And it's not like you didn't stood out, you did. Like, a lot.

You were a smart and beautiful student, so you stood out like a sore thumb.

So James noticed you a lot.

And also because you were an upperclassmen, so you were already much more popular than him.

So when you graduated and got into high school, it was shock that your old middle school closed down.

It was quite a shocker but as time goes, you completely forgot about it as you got recruited by PTJ.

You being busy with training but after your 1 year of being a trainee, you got a solo debut.

And oh boy, did you popularity grew the moment you debut.

Two years after your debut, another idol debut, who goes by the name as DG or Diego Kang.

You.. two got paired a lot.

Your manager made you guys have three songs together.

Wherever you are, Diego was there.

To the point where some the fans had started to ship you guys. (except for the toxic fans).

And it wasn't a surprise... well, it was a huge surprise when the media found out you two were dating.

There were a lot mixed reactions from the netizens but the two you didn't care.

And Diego would the cool, calm boyfriend.

He doesn't loose his temper a lot, and I mean a lot.

But he can come off as mean.

Diego is honest and isn't afraid to say the things he has on his mind.

But he can say things he doesn't mean to, or words he thinks doesn't matter much but it does hurt.

So Diego would apologize, he would hug you and let you cry out.

Even though it doesn't look like Diego is the type to get jealous easily.

He does.

He would get the person away from you by dragging you away or glaring at them until they get the messaged.

Just like with Hudson, whenever you two got into an argument. Diego would not raise his voice at you, but he will have a condescending tone, when talking to you which irritates you a lot.

When he was the one at fault, it would take so many hours for him to realize his mistake. Diego would apologize to you and gift you some flowers and your F/F.

If you were the at fault, Diego would wait knowing you need some time before you realize your mistake.

But if both of you are at fault, you would be the one to come out to apologize first and Diego following suit as he felt guilty for making you apologize first.

Diego likes to show you off, like a lot. Whenever he's in interview and the reporter asked some questions about you.

He has the tone of a happy boyfriend and basically ends up bragging you to the reporter and the rest of the audience.

If some reporter asked a disrespectful questions about you, he would get angry and insult the reporter in the most savage way possible that leaves the reporter stun as well as the audience.

Next thing you know, he's trending.

Diego is a very popular man, so he knows when someone is trying to seduce him.

He would insult then by saying "you're the Walmart version of [Name], so you're not worth my time."

They would leave with a red face from embarrassment,

Diego likes to spoil you a lot with gifts, even though both of you are rich and could probably just buy the items.

But you don't mind since it came from him.

You would always question on why he disappears all of sudden and he would say that his management asked him even though he's the CEO of PTJ.

And he has been getting a lot of phone call from this person named Eugene, Diego say it's a business partner which you believed.

Since Diego doesn't want you to find out what is going behind the scenes, his past, and especially that he was your underclassmen, the perfect underclassmen, James Lee.

#lookism #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #hudson ahn #james lee #diego kang #headcanons #🌙moonbyulsstuff works #requested #webtoon #lookism fluff #lookism headcanon #lookism webtoon

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mycupofrum · 10 months

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Jilypad Week 2023

Day 2

What Headcanons do you have for this ship? IE, things like how they got together or what they enjoy doing together.  Anything really.

My Jilypad HCs:

I like the idea that Lily has always known that to be with James Potter means having Sirius Black in her life as well, but when she really understands how deep their bond is, it scares her and makes her a little jealous at first. This could happen for example after one of them nearly dies in an attack by Voldemort and the DEs, and afterwards James and Sirius are shaken to the core at the idea of either losing the other.

I have two options for how Lily sees James and Sirius: 1) Lily knows James is interested in Sirius before James does because he is so bad at hiding his feelings and all those lovey-dovey eyes he makes for Sirius, or 2) Lily realises James and Sirius already have a dating history together because of the way they are with each other, always sitting close to each other, hugging a little bit too long, Sirius knowing some really intimate details about James (e.g. he likes to be bitten in the neck, which Sirius reveals one night when they're all drinking together lol) and James acting jealous those few times Sirius decides to go on a date with someone. For whatever reason James has chosen to be with Lily but still misses Sirius, and Lily can't help but notice it.

Despite everything, Lily does get along with Sirius and they share a similar sense of wry humour. But after she realises how James really feels about him, she starts to pay more attention to Sirius, tries to see what James sees in him, and it’s not like it’s hard because Sirius is conventionally so damn attractive, but beyond that, she starts to see behind the distantly polite and/or completely cold image that Sirius shows most people (depending on whether he thinks someone is worth his minimum appreciation or not) and how he is with James (open, playful, warm, loving).

Lily decides to have a conversation with Sirius, letting him know that she knows how he and James feel about each other, and she’s not going to stand in anyone’s way if it should come to that because love can’t be forced. Sirius is a little taken aback but ensures her that he’s pretty sure James only loves her, and he’s not going to come between her and James. That’s just how Sirius is, silently hurting, but he loves James so much that he just wants him to be happy, and if that’s with Lily, then so be it. Likewise, Lily is willing to give up on James as well if he genuinely wouldn't want to be with her.

Yet, Lily knows that James does love her, but he also loves Sirius. And Sirius...he’s loved James from the beginning. His loyalty to James moves Lily because she feels just as fiercely about James.

Eventually, Sirius opens up to Lily more. They definitely bond over having a difficult relationship with their siblings. Sirius is also so smart and knows so much about magic, even the kind that James doesn’t because the Black library with its books on very questionable spells used to be his escape during the summer holidays when he still lived at Grimmauld Place. Lily is impressed by Sirius's knowledge and magical abilities, and likewise he’s very impressed by her magic, especially her skills in charms and potions.

Sirius also doesn’t mind that Lily is ambitious to always strive to become better, which is something she appreciates, especially since she still feels a bit of an outsider on some things because she comes from a muggle family and doesn’t have the same kind of innate knowledge of the wizarding world than those who are born into it have. (James always says, “Nonsense, you're already amazing, you don’t have to prove yourself.” But she feels that she does have to prove herself, over and over again. James doesn’t understand it like Sirius does, who has to prove himself because of the family he comes from.)

Sirius is curious about muggle music, inventions and politics, and Lily is happy to talk about muggle topics with him.

Lily knows only a little bit about Sirius’s background but nothing in detail because James has promised not to tell his best friend’s secrets to anyone, not even her, which she respects. When Sirius finally opens up about his family to her, she truly starts to appreciate him and the difficult choice he had to make from a young age to go against the Black family values, and what role James has played in his life.

Lily confesses to Sirius how hard it was to end her friendship with Snape. While Sirius has nothing good to say about him, he does understand loyalty and how much it hurts turn away from those you’ve grown up with. After that, Lily finds some kind of peace with the intense friendship that James and Sirius have. She also develops a closer friendship with Sirius and doesn’t mind having him around their house every day or as often as he can visit them.

When Lily dreams about Sirius for the first time, she wakes up sweaty and flushed next to James (who’s definitely dreaming about him too) and feels a little guilty about it. Yet, she can’t stop it and finds herself having more and more fantasies about Sirius, though she still loves James as much as ever, and this newly found interest in Sirius makes it all the more complicated for her. She also dreams of James and Sirius together, but instead of becoming jealous at the thought like she used to, it’s now a turn on for her. Oh dear.

James is too conventional to realise they could all be together, so Lily thinks she should probably do something about it to make it happen. She talks to Sirius first, who is surprised but eventually agrees that this is something they should all explore.

Meanwhile, James is clueless about everything, loving them both while trying his best to keep it romantic with Lily and platonic with Sirius (bless him). When Lily kisses James and then turns him towards Sirius, and he kisses James and then Lily, it’s an explosion of fireworks in James's mind, because this is everything he never knew he could have.

This is still a bit unfinished in my mind and became almost a fanfic on its own but whatever. 😀 You can make this trio get together in so many different ways and this is just one interpretation. Also, everyone stays very much alive in this AU.

#jilypadweek2023 #jilypad #lily evans potter #james potter #sirius black

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sweeethinny · 10 months

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PLS I REALLY NEED sirius x hestia being a cute couple in hogwarts. him calling her doll🥺🩷

hi honey, thank you so much, i really missed write about them <3

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''Ew, Prongs won't stop kissing Red,'' Sirius said, helping himself to more pumpkin juice and some bagels and butter, feeling hungrier than usual but trying to keep his composure so no one would notice that something was wrong.

''Stop being jealous,'' Marlene snapped, eating a piece of cake. "It's their anniversary, you know how they are with dates and all that nonsense." She shrugged, rolling her eyes when Sirius stifled a chuckle.

James, who had been too busy with Lily's mouth before to tell him to fuck off, held up his middle finger and smiled at his best friend, lips slightly reddened. Lily, for her part, just ignored Sirius' existence and helped herself to tea and pumpkin rolls with white cheese and tomatoes, as if nothing had happened in the last five minutes.

''So you're not going with me to see Khalid goes through trying to ask Julian out, are you?'' He'd been waiting all week for this, heard rumors that Khalid had even bought new robes to talk to the girl— who was known for always saying no in the most humiliating ways you could even imagine. Sirius had convinced Remus to go with him, Peter would be in class when that horror show took place, but James was free, he knew that because they had the same schedule.

''No, I have more important things to do.'' His friend shrugged, and by that, Sirius understood that they were forbidden to go up to the dorm during that time. Great, now on top of that, he couldn't even go back to his own room.

Granted, they knew great noise suppression and privacy spells, but it still felt strange to think of James and Lily doing who knows what next to him while he was just reading a magazine about muggle motorbikes.

''Sirius, don't you have anything better to do than snoop around in people's lives?'' Marlene questioned him, and Sirius thought he could tell that he indeed had more important things, but for that, he needed a second someone who would be in a very boring herbology class that he didn't take, and that she didn't want to miss. What was he going to do?

‘’Where were you last night, by the way? I looked everywhere for you but you disappeared,'' Remus, who was quite willing to eat as much as he could – he always got hungry when the full moon was approaching – asked him curiously, sticking a piece of croissant in his mouth in an unpolite manner, which only a wolf's instincts would make him do.

''Walking,'' Sirius shrugged. ''I went to send my letters and also talk to McGonagall about the last assignment I turned in,'' He did indeed, but not only that, but the next two hours after these two tasks he was willing to keep to himself and only share with friends after his companion has agreed to speak. He didn't think Hestia hadn't already blurted out to Lily or Marlene where she went every night, but he wasn't going to speak before her.

Not that he minded, frankly, he'd wear a collar with her name on it like an obedient dog, but Sirius was respecting her time.

''Hm, I see,'' Lily looked at him suspiciously, for the first time that morning. ''Oh, good morning Hes.''

Sirius tried to keep his head from spinning like an animal looking for his toy, and he did well in the mission, just smiling at her like an old friend, and not someone who every night hugged the pillow thinking it was her warm body.

''Good morning,'' She smiled and waved at them, taking the vacant seat next to Sirius. Her scent did things to him that even if Sirius spent hours trying to describe it he couldn't succeed, it was as if the scent overtook his lungs and was food for the butterflies in his stomach that were already awake and making a fuss behind his ribs.

Breakfast went on as it always did, side conversations and Sirius making sure Lily blushed as many times as possible at his sly jokes, as well as letting her curse back at him so he would pretend he was mad at her, just for them to stay in that cold war that was the usual.

As everyone was getting up to go to their classes, Sirius rested his hand on Hestia's thigh under the table, he and James had another fifteen minutes before class, and he knew that Hestia had the first free period, which was the same as from Remus and Peter. The two went to the library to look for a book that he didn't understand what it was, and James took Lily somewhere with the promise to revise the routes they would take later.

"Want to lie down for a while before my class, doll?" He whispered, almost speaking out of legilimency, not wanting anyone to disturb them.

''Sure,'' She smiled, in that extremely cute and adorable way that made Sirius want to run screaming through the halls like the madman he was and already felt. He didn't usually go back to the dorm after he got out of bed, but now he had created this routine with Hestia because it was, oddly enough, the most secluded place he could find during class time.

James made it very clear when he wanted to go back to their dorm, so Sirius knew the times, and Peter and Remus hardly ever came back before the class break the four of them had after three o'clock, so in the morning he was free to stay with Hestia for a while there.

''You're pretty, doll.'' He kissed her cheek as soon as they were walking up the stairs to the dorm, no one else around.

‘’I know,’’ She shrugged, but he noticed the cute way she smiled and blushed briefly. When they got to his bedroom, blissfully empty and messy as they left it, Sirius watched as she kicked off her shoes and lay down on his bed, in the routine way as if they were just like Lily and James, and it took a lot of self-control not to daydream about them actually being like their friends, kissing and publicly being a couple with no shame in the comments or stares.

Sirius lay beside her, his arm under her head, feeling her curly hair caressing his skin, the two of them turned to face each other, her small body fitting perfectly against his, her legs on top of his, and their noses almost touching.

It wasn't long before she reached over and kissed him, her soft mouth doing things to Sirius that made him feel back to being thirteen and getting hard just at the thought of a woman next to him. It was like being in heaven, nothing got in their way and while she was there, lying next to him, the world was perfect in a way that even he couldn't explain.

It was the best fifteen minutes of his life, for sure.

#sirius black #sirius x hestia #my fic

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flamingo-writes · 2 years

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First — Remus x Fem!Reader

Eagle & Lion AU

A/N: Unrequested, and I can't sleep nor stop thinking of Remus.

Summary: During one of the many end-of-the-year parties, during their sixth year, one of the most spoken of rumors finally gets confirmed after you and Remus suddenly go missing.

Warnings: implied underage sex and drinking, cursing.

Genre: fluff, Sirius being a little shit and also jealous.

The last weeks of the school year were a constant party in each and every of the common rooms. For a couple of weeks, all of the houses forgot their competition among them and all united to organize a party in each of the common rooms for a night until all four houses had hosted a party.

And Gryffindor had been chosen to close the tradition, hosting the fourth party, on a Saturday night, one week away from the end of the school year.

The cramped common room has full of students from all houses, dancing, laughing, talking.

Peter was organizing some silly drinking game with Hufflepuffs. James was trying to hit on Lilly. And Sirius was monkey around with Regulus, having a drinking game of their own.

Everyone seemed to be too busy to notice you and Remus sneaking into the dorms.

It was plain obvious that you two spent a lot of time together. Which was weird on its own. A Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor. Everyone thought it was because Remus was quite clever. And that was why you always paired up in classes. The two biggest nerds and best scores of the entire year teaming up for projects to get even better grades.

However, people loved gossiping, saying perhaps you two were dating or something. But it was hard to tell since you hardly seemed to be anything other than friends.

Except for his friends, who knew the two of you had a relationship. Why you kept it a secret, no one quite understood. Perhaps it was because you came from a pureblood, slightly snobbish family and he was half blood, because Remus was too shy and hated being the centre of attention and being friends with Sirius and James already put a lot of attention on him. No one knew for sure.

It wasn't until James was helping a drunken Sirius up the stairs.

"What a wuzz" Sirius chuckled victorious.

"To be fair, Regulus is thirteen, kinda unfair of you to make him join your stupid drinking game" James chuckled.

"Who's side are you on, Prongs?" Sirius remarked as James chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Such was their surprise when they found you and Remus cuddled, tightly squeezed in his bed. From what they could see, you two were naked, or at least shirtless. The bed sheets covered your chest, as Remus's arm also wrapped around your body as he hugged you from behind, his face snuggled against your nape as you both slept soundly despite the somewhat loud music.

James thought the whole scene was cute. Moony peacefully sleeping next to you, as you were equally peacefully sleeping. Limbs tangled and slow synchronized breathing.

"Blimey" James whispered as Sirius gasped loudly.

"No!" Sirius yelled in a dramatic whisper. "That bastard lost his virginity before me!"

James immediately frowned and looked at Sirius.

"You're a virgin?"

"Sleeping around in this school is hard! There's prefects or teachers or ghosts everywhere!" Sirius said. "Bloody hell..." Sirius sighed defeated as he turned around.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To get laid or something..." Sirius hiccupped drunkenly as he tried walking down the stairs clinging to the stone wall.

"C'mon, you're gonna fall..." James said with a cheeky grin. "I was gonna drop you on your bed and leave but, might as well give those two space.

"I'm a virgin, Prongs!" Sirius whined.

"Keep yelling it, I don't think people downstairs heard it" James teased watching Sirius's face wrinkle in embarrassment.

"Don't tell anyone" He whispered.

"I won't, Pads" James reassured him.

"Especially Moony, he can't know he was the first one of us to lose his virginity"

"Say virginity one more time..." James sighed as Sirius giggled.

"You're a virgin too, James Potter. Everyone but that bastard Mooney and his Ravenclaw girlfriend..."

"Sirius, your jealousy stinks stronger than the alcohol in your breath" James laughed.

"Shut up, virgin" Sirius snapped, dragging bis tongue and breaking into a snort.

#the marauders imagine #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders #remus x you #remus imagine #remus lupin imagine #remus fluff #remus x reader #Eagle & Lion

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curseofaphrodite · 3 years

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Words Unsaid Regulus Black x reader

Summary: Jealous Reg, angst to fluff, happy ending! Requested by anon | masterlist

The bottle pointed at Regulus. Your heart dropped the same moment his eyes sparkled.

Uh oh.

To understand your reactions, we have to go far back when the night started and the Halloween party wasn’t in full swing yet. Before the booze arrived, and before the marauders decided to play spin the bottle, Regulus Black was brooding in the corner with only Evan Rosier for company.

He looked around the party with no enthusiasm. His eyes wandered to the marauders, and on seeing the one he wanted to see was yet to be arrived, he looked back to his glass.

"Looking for me?" you said from behind, and Regulus jumped at your voice.

It was Halloween after all, so you were dressed up a pirate. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked. He didn't miss how the dagger by your side looked real enough too.

He almost smiled. Almost.

“Seems like you think about me too much, L/N.” He remembered to keep his voice friendly enough.

There was thin line between playful bantering and cruel words, so Reg always tread carefully. He would never want to intentionally hurt you. He just wants to keep talking to you, because while you’re annoying, you were also fun, and he adored that slight frown you’ll have when he calls you love. He also adored calling you love, but you don’t have to know that.

Rosier looked like he’d be literally anywhere else but here.

You ignored his reply and let out a gasp when you saw Remus. While everyone else was dressed up, he was simply in a suit, and he looked amazing. Regulus frowned as you hugged Lupin and made your way to the marauders with him.

“Do you think they’re hooking up?” Rosier asked with a sly smile.

“I don’t care,” Regulus muttered and went to get another glass of pumpkin juice.

Throughout the night, it looked like he did care. He hated the way Remus made you laugh, the way the two of you danced, and the way you stuck together every time he laid his eyes on you. It irritated him to no end.

See, you were naturally friendly with everyone. You were fun and loud with all the marauders except Lupin. He was not as talkative or extroverted like James or Sirius, so instead of pulling him to do random pranks, you always sat down to talk with him. You were softer to Remus because he was so kind and the thought of playfully provoking him like you did with everyone else was a thought which never passed through your mind.

All Regulus saw was how the two of you came together, how well you were treating each other and he went to the conclusion that yup, you were dating.

Something inside him snapped, and no that's not his sanity, because that was already snapped.

When he finally spotted you alone, he came behind you and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Want to dance?” he asked, his eyes betraying no actual feelings.

“You want to dance?” you asked, pointing.

“Yes.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

“With like holding hands and stuff?”

“For Merlin’s sake.” Ignoring all the sudden glares on him, mostly by Slytherins, he grabbed your hands softly and dragged you to the dance floor, while your mouth stayed open all the while.

Soft music was already blasting through the speakers, and with the rest of the couples swaying to music, no one gave a second glance to you. For the first time in forever, it was just the two of you looking at each other, and there wasn't any irritated look in his eyes. He was staring at you endearingly, and you felt the need to speak.

“You dance uhm, well.” You started, realizing your voice no longer sounded confident. Suddenly you were just a teenager whose heart was going rapid fast under the glance of the person you secretly liked.

“I really wish I could say the same to you,” he laughed softly, pulling you closer.

“People might say you like me, you know,” you taunted and he cleared his throat.

“Or maybe they’ll say you like me,”

“You’re the one who asked me to dance.” You pressed on, suddenly curious. “Besides, what made you suddenly so interested anyway?”

Against his better instincts, his eyes met Lupin’s and following his glance, you figured it out quick enough.

“You’re jealous.” There was nothing but wonder in your voice and he shook his head.

“I'm not, why would I be jealous?”

“You are! You think I like Lupin!”

He blushed and let go of your hand, furious at how obvious he made it seen. He certainly wasn't going to verbally agree to it, but it didn't matter anyway. You knew it, he knew it.

Regulus being Regulus walked off before you could ask more. How he wished you'd follow him and tell him you liked him too! Or most importantly, he wished the situation would be reversed and you were the one who was jealous of someone he’s with, just so he could gloat.

He hated feeling weak, and he looked for an opportunity all night to rectify his mistake, and this was presented to him in a golden plate when the marauders decided to play a weird combination of spin the bottle and truth or dare.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Lily asked and you pretended to think.

“Truth!” You weren't dumb enough to choose dare in front of this many people, especially if it had something to do with embarrassing yourself.

“I got one!” Sirius gasped. “Last week, your class did the amortentia potion! What did you smell in it? You never told me.”

“I- I don’t know,” it was your turn to accidently look at someone, and you felt a flutter in your stomach when you saw Regulus staring back with an amused smile.

“Give me another question!” You said without thinking.

“Ha!” James put down a bottle on the table. “Failure to answer a question results in this, you knew that!”

“Fine!” It was better than admitting you liked Regulus.

Or not so much, because of course, the bottle pointed at him.

“Okay, this is not fair.” You said accusingly. “James made it enchanted or something so it’d point at Regulus.”

“Why him?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrow.

“Yeah, why me?” Regulus sounded way too happy. Him admitting to being jealous was something that stayed between the two of you. This was in front of everyone, and he was enjoying it too much.

“Because uh- I don’t know, ask James.”

“Maybe you fancy me, L/N.” Reg shrugged and you resisted the urge to stab him in the foot.

“Let’s just get this over with, please,” Marlene yelled. “Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!”

You didn’t have to protest any longer because Regulus was already leaning over the table.

“What are you doing?” You hissed. He stole a glance at your lips, before blinking innocently.

“I’m playing the game,” he whispered and crashed his lips against yours.

There was nothing gentle or sweet about it, he was just kissing you in a way that said he always wanted to - full of passion and hunger. Maybe a bit possessive too. His mind wasn’t blank the same way yours were. He thought of everything he saw tonight, Lupin and you, Lupin, you, Lupin, you.

He pressed his lips deeper, replacing those words with mine, mine, just mine.

When the two of you finally broke apart, everyone had their mouths open. Regulus looked at Lupin smugly and then at you.

“Okay, fine, maybe I was jealous,” he said with a shrug.

#regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus black fluff #regulus #angst #fluff #oneshot #preferences #halloween prompt #marauders #astoria's fics #timothee chalamet fancast #harry potter #imagines #astoria writes

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that-yandere-life · 2 years

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How would poly yanderes Sirius, James and Remus react to reader wearing someone else’s scarf? Male friend if possible since I just got to get me some drama lol

[Warnings: Yandere Themes *Obviously*, Jealousy, A bit of manipulation.]

All the guys were looking for you in the courtyard where you told them that you would meet up with them after classes.

When you rush up to them you are wearing a scarf that is not only not your own, but it was a Slytherin scarf which perplexed them even more.

Sirius was the first to say something after you hugged him happily, touching the scarf asking where in the world you got it.

While hugging James next you explained that you had been waiting for a while and you were getting cold so your friend let you borrow his scarf to keep warm.

Greeting Remus you noticed his embrace was a little stiff which was a clear indication to you that he was getting jealous.

Rolling your eyes you backed up looking at the three curiously before asking if it was really a problem to borrow a friend's scarf when you were freezing.

James scoffs, crossing his arms like a child before responding telling you that it was a problem because it was a guy's scarf for one and for two it was a Slytherin of all people!

Holding back a laugh you kind of wanted to drag this out a little longer so you decided to turn to the others and ask if they had the same issues.

Nodding their heads almost a little ashamedly but with immense jealousy clear on their features, before Remus asked who you even knew in Slytherin well enough to earn their favor like that.

Sirius was now pacing a little bit not sure if he wanted to hear the answer because in his mind he is already imagining you leaving them for that person.

Seeing the exact Slytherin who you got it from you unwrapped it and walked over to him, three sets of eyes never leaving your form as you approached them.

Immediately all of them flushed red when they recognized who you were returning the scarf to, it was Regulus of all people, Sirius’ brother.

Of course you would be friendly with him, you were dating his older brother, you had met several times outside of Hogwarts for various events.

Fully knowing that you had no interest in him as you saw him as a little brother too, having said so many times after encountering him.

Thanking him you came back crossing your arms at them this time ready for their apologies which they reluctantly gave completely embarrassed by their actions.

Sighing, you opened your arms in a hug-like position, holding them out for them, telling them that they can’t just jump to conclusions because you are friends with another guy, that you love them and only them.

Sirius embraced you tightly practically squeezing the life out of you, saying that he can’t help it because this is the first time he is in a real relationship, it’s new to him and he isn’t always sure how to react to situations.

Remus went after stating that they weren’t trying to tell you that they didn’t trust you, because they did but they didn’t trust that the people around you won’t try to get you to stray.

James nodded in agreement not speaking, electing to stare at the ground, he was the one with the most experience dating and he knew that his feelings were wrong but he still felt them and couldn’t push them under the rug whenever he wanted to.

Hugging him, you made him look you in the eyes, breaking his concentration before gazing into your own listening intently as you reassured him firmly that you were theirs and no one else could take their places.

One thing that you didn’t know and would never know is that if it hadn’t been Regulus who had given you the scarf they would have either beaten the shit out of the person, or hexed them into oblivion.

Aware that you would likely be more mad at them if that was the case, but they also acknowledged that it would set an example for others around them.

A clear warning to them of what would come should they step over the boundaries that they were setting forth about how to properly interact with you.

At the end of the day they were afraid of losing you, deep down thinking about how they would never truly let you leave them, they would find a way to keep you by their side even if they had to leave the safety of your school to stash you away somewhere safe.

Having contingency plans just in case something should happen, all of them squirreling away money into a rainy day fund ready to be spent in an emergency situation only, never dipping into it for anything other than what it is intended for.

Setting a pact that they would never tell you about their ideas until it actually was happening, afraid that you would be scared if you understood their obsessive tendencies they tried so desperately to hide from you.

Showing just a fraction of the intensity of their emotions towards you today, feeling much more rage beneath the surface than they let on.

How they were holding back for your sake, definitely not for their own, they would be loud and proud about it if there wouldn’t be consequences from you for their over the top actions.

Lying in wait until the perfect time to reveal who they truly were, only when there was nowhere for you to go except to be with them.

Quietly, slowly, and very calculatedly beginning to isolate you from all of your family and friends, eventually leaving you alone with only them for comfort, social interaction, and anything else you were in need of.

Ensuring that there was no one else in the world that could take care of you like they could, there wasn’t another person who could love you the way they could, and all they had to do now was make you see that too.

[Hehe this was a pretty cute idea, my immediate thought was like how do I make the guys make a fool of themselves... oh yeah Regulus lets throw him in there for good measure. I hope that you enjoy it and that it was what you were wanting honey! <3]

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buckystevelove · 3 years

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My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

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vanderlustwords · 3 years

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We're Going There || part i

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

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Summary: Bucky's just bidding his time because something's always in the way. When you have someone, he doesn't. When he has someone, you don't. But the way you look at each other, Bucky knows exactly where it's going. [angst with happy ending]

Note: Inspired by the song 'There's No Way' by Lauv ft. Julia Michaels. Bucky as an ex is unparalleled. There'll be 2 or 3 parts to this! Comment to be added to a taglist for the next part! :) *psa this isn’t a cheating fic*

If any of you watch psych, know that I extra love you LMAO

Warnings: Pining, a lil spicy, petnames (honey, doll, baby), a lil angst.

Count: ~3k

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You fall back against the wall, chest heaving heavily.

You try to pull back, but there's nowhere to go. You don't think you want to go far, anyway. It's evident in the way your hands are clutching his dress shirt desperately.

"We shouldn't. This is a bad idea," you whisper.

His eyes open, and you feel your heart flutter at his cobalt eyes, dark with desires as he stares at you. You can feel his breath on your lips as he pants.

Bucky grins at you, encasing your head between his arms. "Is it, though?" He brushes his lips against yours, sending chills down your spine. "Or has it been a long time comin'?"

Bucky keeps pressing his lips against yours over and over in short, chaste kisses. "I haven't stopped thinkin' about you since the day you left, honey."

He tastes like whiskey and mint, and your hands clench tighter unwittingly. Your body feels flush with heat. You still stand by your words—this was an undoubtedly bad idea. There had been a reason you left after all.

"Admit it," Bucky lifts one of his hands from the wall, cupping your jaw lightly as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "Six months of all that tension has just been a lead-up to this. We're going there, honey. We're going all the way for good this time."

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You felt your heart fluttering in your chest, filled with nerves and anxiety.

It's been two years—two years since you've been James Buchanan Barnes.

Two years since you've broken up.

You run your hand through the side of your hair nervously, trying to not think about it. The last argument, the last words, before silence.

"Are you okay?"

You turn your head over and smile at the concerned look.

"Yeah," you put your hand down in your lap. "It's just been a while since seeing the entire team, you know? So much has changed."

There's a deep, gravelly laugh before a large hand settles on top of yours. "Yeah, you probably weren't expecting to be in Santa Barbara that long, but chasing powered serial killers take longer than you expected, huh? Also doesn't help you met an incredibly handsome man. You nervous about introducing me to the team?"

You cock your brow at him with a smirk. "You nervous about meeting a bunch of superheroes?"

"Oh, but sweetheart, I'm also a superhero," he puts his fingers up dramatically to his temples. "A psychic."

You roll your eyes playfully as your shove him with a laugh. "Santa Barbara may buy that, but I saw through that schtick after our first case. You know Wanda and Vision will know immediately too, right? In fact, many of them will be able to figure it out."

"Well, I mean...psychic is such a loose term. Who can truly say my skills of deduction aren't visionary?" He puckered his lip in avoidance. "What matters is that my visions stay visionary in Santa Barbara. So..."

You sigh, "Already ahead of you. I've already emailed Natasha that my boyfriend, Shawn Spencer, is a fraudulent psychic and to please ask the team to say nothing about it."

Shawn whines, "Babe! You're not going to even try to let me see if I can trick 'em?"

"Shawn...there is a literal magical witch, an AI that can read your mind, a God and multiple trained biologically enhanced agents. You're not fooling anyone here."

"You, my dear, are a spoiled sport," he sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh as he leans over and kisses your nose. "I'm really glad I could come with you."

You continue to smile because you like Shawn, and Shawn likes you. Despite everything that had happened, Shawn wanted to try to make it work even though you were being hauled back to New York.

You wondered if it would work. After all, you were anxious to see Bucky again, and Shawn had been anxious to leave Juliette behind.

"Me too."

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Bucky checked his reflection in the mirror for the 16th time that day.

He just freshly got a haircut and had that stubble you always liked. He wasn't trying to do it for you per se...but knowing you were coming back after all this time, Bucky was nervous as hell.

Two years of silence gave him a lot of time to miss you. Shit, he'd been such a punk. He should've let Steve and Natasha smack him upside the head when it was all going down.

Knock some sense into him that he was losing the best thing in his life.

Honestly, the worst part is that Bucky doesn't even remember what the two of you even argued about daily. There had been deep, underlying issues that you had tried to bring up and that he was trying to suppress.

The nightmares.

The lack of communication.

The mandated therapy.

You had felt alone.

Bucky sighed. Shit, he really was an asshole.

But Bucky was ready to prove to you that he's changed. That losing you had changed him. He had gone to therapy religiously and done the work to help himself.

He'd also seen people on and off, no one ever really sticking the landing for him. Bucky knows it's probably because he's holding out for you.

There was a sudden knock on his door.

"Come in," Bucky said as he tried to fix up his hair one last time.

"Hey."

Bucky could see in the mirror that it was Nat. She looked rather tense as she had her arm crossed.

"What's wrong?" Bucky asked as he turned to her. "We should probably head down soon. She's gonna be here in an hour."

"Yeah," Nat said softly. "About that..."

Bucky's heart immediately starts to speed up, worry wracking through him.

"What? What's wrong?" Bucky immediately asks again. "Is there something wrong with her flight? Is she—Did she decide she's not coming back?"

Nat shakes her head. "No, no. She's coming back. I just checked my emails, though, and thought I should warn you."

Bucky stares at Nat, silent as he waits for her news—bad news, it seems.

"She's dating, Buck. She's bringing her boyfriend home with her."

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Everyone was outside the Compound, ready to greet you, when your cab pulled up.

"It's been way too long," Natasha said as she pulled you into a tight hug. Wanda hugged you right after Natasha let go.

"It's not the same here without you," she said in your ear, and you smiled and patted her back.

"Yeah, I'm really happy to be home too," you say.

Steve pulls you into a hug that lifts you off the ground and a spin. "Good to have you home." He lets you down before he joins Shawn in pulling your bags out.

"I got it," Steve said as he clapped Shawn on the back in greeting and pulled out the bags at once with ease.

"I could've lifted it," Shawn says with a joking jilt of his chin.

"But I just wanted to see your muscles in action. I'm trying really hard to not have a man-crush on you right now. Can we take a picture? Gus is going to be so jealous."

Steve laughs with a shake of his head as he sets the bag down and leans into the frame of Shawn's phone for a photo.

You sigh as you turn to everyone. "Well, this my boyfriend everyone. Shawn Spencer, everyone. Everyone, Shawn Spencer."

"Nailed the introduction, firecracker," Tony smirked as he bumped fists with you and turned to Shawn. "So, this is the famous psychic we've heard literally nothing about except for a paragraph long email today?"

"That would be me," Shawn dramatically bowed.

"Don't buy it one bit," Tony puckers his lips. "But I guess it's just observation skills, meh."

"Please do not reduce my powers to such things, Mr. Stark. In fact, let me get a reading on you," Shawn brings his fingers to his temple, and you sigh again as Tony looks curious.

Shawn does that thing where he squints, and you try to not roll your eyes with a laugh. "You, Mr. Stark, have had three and a half cups of coffee, you've been wearing the same shirt for 3 days now, and you're in the midst of a breakthrough on your prosthetic project but your lovely wife has specifically threatened to strangle you and leave you in the dog house if you didn't take a break. You're supposed to call in and check in with her in the next..." Shawn hums, "ten minutes to let her know how my lovely girlfriend is since she couldn't make it."

Tony's mouth drops. "What—How did you—"

Shawn looks so smug as he cockily swipes his thumb under his nose. "What can I say, the spirits speak to me."

"And it's your B.O. that we can all smell, the coffee stains on your pants and tremors in your hand, you're still wearing a prosthetic prototype, and you keep checking the time so you don't miss check-in time with Pepper," you drawl.

"Ugh, babe!" Shawn whines, but there's a twinkle in his eye.

You shake your head as everyone introduces themselves to Shawn. As people begin to crowd around him, you're finally left with the last person in view.

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat.

Bucky Barnes stands in the back, looking equally winded by seeing you.

He looks...good. Healthier, happier than the last time you saw him. The dark circles have vastly reduced, and while he was always muscular, he looks like he hasn't skipped any meals. He's not as pallor.

The chattering becomes a distant noise as Bucky approaches you.

"Hey," Bucky says first, and his tone is so gentle, so soft that it makes you sigh with relief.

"Hey," you give him a small smile. "You look really good, Bucky."

He smiles back at you, genuinely happy, but there's something sad just underneath it. "Thanks. After you—uh—left, it kicked me into gear to get the help I needed. I don't even have to see my therapist anymore, but I still check in every three to four months."

Your smile gets wider, but your eyes are slightly sad. "I"m really happy and proud of you, Buck," you say, and you are. You really are. But at the same time, you can't help think there's a little tragedy that you had to leave, that things had to end for Bucky to decide to want to help himself.

Bucky swallows. "You look good, too. All that California sun did you good, huh?"

You bring your hand to your mouth as you laugh a little. "It did. It was a good change of scenery."

"Happy to be home, though?"

You stare at Bucky for a long moment before you nod.

"Very happy."

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Bucky stares at you in the distance as he holds his drink and lingers at the bar.

He watches you laugh and something Natasha says and watches your boyfriend place his hand on the small of your back.

It's just a small get-together to welcome you home, though the floor is packed because so many people are happy to see you. You were always the brightest part of people's day. Of course, they're so glad for you to come home.

Bucky tries to not feel devastated about the fact he probably dimmed a little bit of your light the last few months before it was over and before you left.

But that light looks like it returned, and Bucky is happy for it as much as he's heartbroken. Because it's not him that helped you get that light back. It's your boyfriend, who seemingly only has a wardrobe of oversized jeans, run-down sneakers, and dress shirts. It's a very odd combination.

"How you feelin', pal?"

Steve slides up to Bucky, drink in hand as well, and Bucky just shrugs. Steve knew that Bucky had been so excited for you to come home, so excited to try to make things right and win you back.

"Think I blew it," Bucky admits as he keeps watching you. unable to rip his eyes away. "I should've called her, should've gone to Santa Barbara but I really wanted to get my shit together before I saw her."

Steve purses his lips as he looks down, unsure how to comfort his best friend.

"It'll be alright, Buck," he says as he bumps his shoulder against Bucky's. "If it's meant to be, it will. If not, you'll have her as a friend if you want and there's plenty of fish in the sea."

Bucky snorts. "Now that you're dating Sharon, you're full of wise dating advice now, huh?"

Steve grins. "Can't always be a punk."

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"You sure you're good out here?"

You nod as you kiss Shawn on the cheek. "Yeah, go on back inside. I know you want to try to lift Thor's hammer. You've got to facetime Gus too so he can be here in spirit. Gus'll never forgive you if you forget."

"Oh, right," Shawn laughs. "Alright, see you in a bit?"

You nod again.

When you're left to your own devices, you let out a sigh.

Things are strange. A part of you doesn't really know if bringing Shawn was the right idea—if trying to make it work was the right idea.

You had seen his phone earlier, just by coincidence, when he pulled it out to check who was calling him.

It was Juliette, probably checking to make sure things were okay.

You love Juliette, you do, and you respect her as a colleague and a friend you've gotten to know. You just try not to think about how she's probably still in love with Shawn, that the reason they had only split up was that she wasn't ready to get married when Shawn popped the question six months ago. Shawn said she had stuttered when he tried to ask her when she'd be ready.

It was surprising to everyone.

You think Shawn's probably still in love with her, too, but he's just too good of a guy to not try to make this work between the two of you.

You can't blame him.

After all, one look at Bucky Barnes had you swallowing back all the feelings, the denial you were still in love with him too. But you were still going to try to make it work with Shawn because you think there's just too much history between you and Bucky to try to make it work.

There were too many hurt feelings, and things left unsaid when it was over.

The balcony doors open, and you jump in surprise.

"Oh, shit—sorry, I didn't think anyone was out here."

You place your hand over your heart and calm yourself when you realize it was Bucky.

"Just getting some fresh air. It's getting a little overwhelming," you let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, you're definitely the center of attention tonight with it being your party and all," Bucky grins, and you grin back.

Bucky comes and joins you over the railing as you peer out into the distance, into the trees and night sky.

Silence envelopes the two of you.

You suddenly feel more melancholy.

"I'm sorry," Bucky suddenly says.

You turn your head and blink at him.

"Sorry?" You repeat unsurely.

Bucky turns to you fully and nods somberly. "For everything that led up to you leaving. For the terrible, terrible things I said. For how I really hurt you when you were just trying to help."

You instantly feel something raw claw at the back of your throat, something stinging in your eyes.

You suddenly hear the last words Bucky had said to your flash in your mind.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Do you know how unbelievably aggravating it is to have you bring this up every other day? I'm not one of your little projects for you to fix. I've asked you to leave it be for me to deal with and you're constantly getting on my case about it. I can't get a moment of peace with you around!"

You pinch your forearm subtly. That had been two years ago. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but it had been those words that pushed you to the outside.

But Bucky is standing before you now, apologizing and looking better, and you just want to let it go.

"It's okay," you give him a small smile. "I know you were just hurting."

Bucky purses his lips because it's not really okay, it'll never be okay, and he wants to make it up to you even if he doesn't know how exactly yet.

"Are you happy?" Bucky asks, and you look surprised.

"Happy?"

Bucky nods. "No one deserves to be happier than you, not in my book anyway. Even though you were gone, I never stopped caring. I'll never stop caring."

The words ring your heart painfully.

A part of you wished Bucky never said that, and a part of you can't help but be elated.

But caring hadn't been enough the first time around. It's probably not enough now.

"Yeah, I think I am," you tell Bucky. "Shawn...gets me. I get him. We're working with what we have and I think that's enough for me."

It's a strange answer, but Bucky nods because despite him thinking you deserve more than that, you said it was enough for you.

Bucky wonders if he should hold on or let go.

But as you smile at him before turning back, the moon illuminating you with a slight breeze, Bucky doesn't think he can ever let go.

So, he's content to watch you.

"I'll always care about you too, Bucky," you say softly. "I hope we both get to be happy. You deserve happiness too, more than anyone. At least to me."

Yeah, Bucky thinks as he feels an odd pang thud in his chest, right against his ribs. He's content to watch until he knows he can't anymore.

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Always and Forever

Summary: Bucky met the love of his life in 1942 and she lost him in 1945.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Happy. Sweet. Then sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. I also wrote this in 40 minutes so if it’s shit... well at least it’s got Bucky in it.

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He met her in 1942.

The dancehall was filled with men twirling their ladies on the dance floor. The air was thick with laughter and joy. She was standing alone, drinking a small glass of wine, twirling her fingers around the rim of the wine glass. And Bucky saw her and almost lost his breath, losing feelings in his knees. She was so damn gorgeous in her light purple dress that went down to her knees and the sleeves went to her elbows with pearls around her neck. Her lips were painted red and he envied when she brought the wine glass to her lips.

“Now how is it the most beautiful woman here is all alone at the bar?” Bucky asks, a crooked grin on his lips with his hands tucked into his black plants. He wore his dress greens and his hat was slightly tilted on his head.

Y/N looked over at him from under her darkened eyelashes, a smile playing on her red lips, “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right man to ask me to dance.” She replied in a soft tone, her eyes examining every feature of his face. He was very handsome, but also cute in the way he had that boyish grin on his lips. His blue eyes were hypnotizing, possibly the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

Bucky took a step closer to her, “Well then, doll, may I have this dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for her to take. The tempo of the music changed from a quick paced song to a slow song played on a piano.

Y/N bit her bottom lip softly, her eyes flickering to his outstretched hand before back up to his eyes, “You may.” She said to him, setting her glass down on the bar and taking his hand in her’s. He lead her to the dance floor, gently placing one had on the small of her back and holding her hand against his chest. Y/N placed one hand up around the back of his neck, swaying in tune with him as she watched him closely with a small smile on her lips.

Bucky grinned down at her, a little bit in disbelief he was able to get her onto the dance floor with him. But another man’s loss was his treasure. He felt butterflies in his stomach at holding her close to him, finally finding his words, “What’s your name, doll?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She told him in her soft voice, “And what’s your name?”

“Sergeant James Barnes.” Bucky replied with a crooked grin, “But all my friends and pretty girls call me Bucky.”

“And which category do I fall into?” Y/N asks up to him, squeezing her hand in his gently.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel breathless at the squeeze of his hand from her, “Both, I’m hoping.” The rest of their dance was silent as they stared up into each other’s eyes. Bucky could swear he could feel electricity run through him with every touch she gave him, every light squeeze of his hand. It wasn’t long until the dancehall started to close up and people started clearing out. Bucky walked her out of the dancehall, arm around her waist gently as he walked her home like a gentleman. He was joking with her, making her laugh and it was like music to his ears. When he got to her front door to her apartment, he was grinning down at her, “Can I see you again, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled at him, tilting her head slightly allowing her curls to fall to one side of her neck, “I would be offended if you didn’t.” She replied, standing on her toes in her heels to press a kiss on his cheek that left an imprint on his skin due to her red lipstick, “Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky’s face hurt with how large of a grin sat on his lips.

With that, their magical night ended. But it didn’t take long for them to see each other again and again. They were crazy about each other, always laughing and hanging off of each other that it caused old ladies to glare at their forwardness in public affection. Anytime Bucky saw Y/N, he would pick her up in his arms and spin her around leaving kisses on her nose, cheeks, and finally to her lips. He wore her red lipstick on his face proudly, never wiping it away. He took her to fairs, buying her all the cotton candy and winning all the stuffed animals they could carry. Bucky always had to be touching her whether it was holding her hand, his arm around her waist, his hand on the small of her back, or his arm dangling over her shoulders. He had proudly introduced Y/N to his best friend Steve, who although seemed a tad bit jealous of their relationship, became quick friends with Y/N. Bucky even introduced her to his family who adored her greatly.

They sat in Bucky’s car at the drive in movie, Bucky feeding her bits of popcorn and not even paying attention to the movie on the big screen in front of them. His full attention was on her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Once the popcorn in his free hand was gone, he grabs her chin between his fingers and pulls her face to look him in the eyes, “Y/N…” He began, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you know that? You drive me crazy, like literally crazy. I was wondering…” He paused, his face scanning her’s, “Will you be my girl?”

Y/N smiles over at him, chuckling a little at his question, “Sergeant Barnes, I thought I already was.” She said over to him softly, “That’s what I’ve been telling all my girlfriends anyway.”

Bucky beamed at her response, leaning towards her and kissing those red lips he loved so much. His arm around her shoulder pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss as he ran his tongue along her lower lip as if to beg to enter and when her lips parted, he didn’t waste anytime letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth. They didn’t end up watching the rest of the movie, not that they were really paying attention in the first place. They couldn’t keep their lips off of each other, smiling at each other between kisses and giggling as well. Bucky drove her home and ended up sleeping next to her, being a perfect gentleman and not making any moves to go any further but also not letting her out of his grasp as they slept.

1943

Y/N stared at Bucky’s orders saying he would be shipped off to England in two days. Her eyes were brimming with tears, knowing he was watching her intently. She couldn’t imagine him leaving and what scared her more is if he would come back mentally or physically broken as many men did. She sniffled a little and slowly looked up to him, “I’m so very proud of you, Bucky.” She said, her voice breaking a little as she held back her sad feelings, “I just wish you could stay here safe with me.”

Bucky sighs deeply, pulling Y/N into his arms as he did many times before. He gently kisses the top of her head, rubbing a hand up and down her back, “I know, doll… But I have to go. Gotta keep the world safe for you.” He released his grip on her to move his hands to her cheeks, making her look at him as he stroked tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, James.” Y/N replies softly, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to his lips. She told herself she was going to spend the next few days memorizing the way his lips felt against her’s so she wouldn’t forget while he was away, “You need to tell Steve.”

Bucky sighs, nodding down to her slowly, “I know… I’ll tell him tomorrow. But tonight, it’s just me and my best girl. My only girl.” He said, smiling down at her. He spent the rest of the night making Y/N’s favorite meal and after dancing with her in the living room to the radio like the first night they met. He knew it was breaking Y/N’s heart that he would have to leave her and it was breaking his too. He looked down at her as they danced, her head rested on his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat, “I promise I’ll make up all the lost time, doll.” He whispered down to her before leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

The next day, Bucky went to tell Steve about his orders and then met up with him again at the Stark Expo. Y/N even brought a friend to try and press Steve into a double date, but he had managed to slip off with Barnes going to find him. When Bucky came back to Y/N, he told her Steve was trying to enlist again and that they had shared their goodbyes. Y/N apologized to her friend for the failed date but she didn’t seem that upset about it, going off with some other guy she had met while at the expo. Bucky spend the rest of the time on his last date with Y/N walking around the expo, kissing her and touching her any chance he could.

The next day, Y/N walked with Bucky to where his unit would be shipped off to England. Her tears had not stopped rolling down her cheeks since she had awoken. She had prayed that last night would just pause and she would have all the time in the world with him, dreading today. She bit her lip and looked up at him, “Bucky… Please come back to me.” She whispered up to him, “Please.”

Bucky did his best to smile down at her, his own eyes filled with tears but not letting them fall down his cheeks, “I promise I will, Y/N. You’re my girl, I need you.” He told her, pulling a small box out of his pocket and opening it in front of her, “Until then, do me a favor? Keep this ring on your finger to keep all the men away from my girl.”

Y/N smiled up to him, nodding, “Of course.” She said, holding out her left hand and letting him slide the ring onto her finger. Over the loud speaker a voice came on to let the soldiers know that it was the last chance to board. Y/N jumped into his arms, hugging him so tight that she was afraid to let go, “Oh Bucky, I love you. Be safe. Please. Don’t do anything stupid or reckless or be a hero. Just be my Bucky and come back to me.” She pleaded.

Bucky hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her perfume she always wore, “I will, doll. I will.” He whispered to her before pulling her in for a deep kiss. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, his lips against her’s but he pulled away and placed his hands on her cheeks, “I love you so much. Always and forever.”

Y/N did her best to smile although she was sure she looked like a wreck, “I love you. Always and forever.” She watched him release her and pick up his bag, heading towards the rest of his unit that was boarding. He looked back at her a few times with a smile and she tried her best to smile back at him until he was out of view.

1945

As promised, Y/N kept the ring on her finger to deter any man from getting to close to her. There had been many letters back and forth between her and Bucky but it was never enough no matter how many pages were in the envelopes. Her heart ached for his return and it had been two long years since she had felt his touch. She spent a lot of time with Bucky’s family, more specifically his sister Rebecca.

A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts as she was baking cookies to comfort herself. She pulled off the oven mitt and opened the door, her heart dropping instantly when she saw two men dressed in military greens at her door. She brought her hand to cover her mouth, shaking her head as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her.

“Are you Miss. Y/L/N?” One of the men ask and Y/N just managed to nod slightly, feeling her knees weaken, “"I have been asked to inform you that your fiancé has been reported dead in Austria. Sergeant Barnes fell from a train on a mission with the Howling Commandos. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you my deepest sympathy in your great loss.”

Y/N collapsed to the floor, tears running down her cheeks as she let out loud wails in her heartbreak, “He promised..” She sobs out, “He promised always and forever…”

Present Time

Bucky walked up to the stone grave, Y/N's name etched into the stone. It pained him every time he saw a different last name from his etched in stone but he was happy she found love again. He visited whenever he could and it always made tears well up in his eyes. He repeated the same thing he always did when he came to her grave, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I broke every promise I made to you. I did the stupid and reckless things like you told me not to do." He said, kneeling down and placing the sunflowers on the grass next to the stone before running his fingers of his flesh hand over her name, "But I still love you, doll. Always and forever. You're my best girl. My only girl."

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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spunkpunx · 3 years

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Bittersweet Bundle Of Misery - Graham Coxon

Plot: Reader is dating Alex James, and finds herself miserable, but finds comfort in a tumultuous affair with his friend, and guitarist, Graham Coxon.

I will probably do a part 2.

Word count: 5153!

Warnings: Drugs, Alcoholism, Smut, Angst, Smoking

April 1996

Alex loved France. Not only that, but the French loved him, specifically the women. I didn't need to understand his words to recognise the flirty tone in his voice when he spoke to the waitresses, the bar staff, in fact, basically any attractive woman who fluttered her eyelashes at him. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Of course, I knew Alex well, so I was never under the impression that he would be a devout, faithful partner, but I also never expected him to be so explicit in his relationships with other women. We both considered the relationship open, but Alex was the only one who seemed to take advantage of that situation.

I found solace in hanging around with Graham. The tour was stressful. We both struggled. We all drank, but for Graham it was a necessity. I spent more time with Graham than with Alex, but of course he didn’t care. The words “jealous” and “possessive” were not in his vocabulary, but then again, neither was “monogamous”.

I was tired and miserable. The venues where the band played could be stubborn about sound-checking themselves. This resulted in a lot of arguments, as I was strictly instructed that the band were only to have their own sound technician (me). Alex and Damon could be rude. Since I’d been dating Alex, nobody took my work seriously. I stopped being a technician with almost seven years experience on tour, and became “Alex’s girlfriend helping out”. The crew could be horribly sexist at times. Even Ivan dismissed me when I brought him a problem.

“Get one of the other technicians to look at it,” he said, after I told him that one of the venue’s sound guys had wired the bass into a guitar amp and not the subwoofer. He must have turned up the volume to compensate for the sound and blown the speaker.

“I know what I’m doing! I’ve worked with this band for years!” I ended up snapping. I heard one of the roadies mumble something about a period and it sent me over the edge. Sometimes I got so angry it was like I didn’t have control over my impulses anymore. I told them all to fuck off and stormed out the room, kicking the door with a tremendous thud as I left. After I’d cooled down and returned, the crew tiptoed around me like I’d overreacted. After the gig, Ivan came over to speak to me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine you. You’re one of the best sound techs we’ve had,” he apologised, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. I appreciated the apology, it was the first one I’d had since the tour began.

Alex and I had an argument that night. We argued often, but this was explosive. He came into my room, coked up and horny, sitting next to me on the bed and pressing wet kisses to my neck.

“Are you over your little tantrum?” he asked, kneading my breast a little roughly. I pulled away.

“Little tantrum?” I repeated, surprised at his tactless words. “Everyone has been treating me like shit recently Alex.” He shrugged, running a hand up my thigh over my jeans, toying with my top button.

“Whatever it was. Ivan was trying to help and you just went mental,” he laughed, like it was all a big joke. He pressed his lips against mine and I pushed him away.

“It’s your fault I’ve been feeling like this!” I snapped. “If I didn’t start dating you then people would actually treat me like a professional! All of a sudden Damon is asking the drum tech to check the mic volume before they go on!”

“All of a sudden it’s my fault?” he asked, voice raising slightly. “Just cause you overreacted and bit Ivan’s head off?!”

“You don’t get it Alex! If you were ever actually here you’d understand how I was feeling, but you’re always off snorting lines and banging these fucking French girls!” I shouted at him.

“Well maybe I’d be here more if you actually put out instead of just going off at me!” he yelled back. I stood up, walking across the room with my hair clenched in my fists. I wanted as much distance between us as possible.

“Put out?” I looked at him incredulously. “So you’re only here if you can have sex with me? This relationship only exists so you can rely on me having sex with you whenever you fancy?!” We were both properly shouting now.

“That’s what relationships are! That’s what love is! The only difference between friends and relationships is sex!” he replied, seeing this as perfectly valid reasoning.

“So all I am is sex to you?” I asked, my voice now dangerously softer but still dripping with venom.

“No... That’s not- Stop twisting my fucking words!”

I calmly picked up my cigarette carton and lit one, letting his point ferment.

“Get out,” I spat. He glowered at me, standing up and leaving the room, slamming the hotel room door behind him.

As soon as he left the room, hot tears started spilling down my face, not tears of sadness but of rage. I felt overwhelmed. I smoked a cigarette, then another, the deep inhalation subduing my frustration. I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Piss off Alex!”

“It’s not Alex,” came Graham’s gentle reply. I stood and opened the door, wiping at my cheeks with the back of my hand.

“Gra,” I huffed in relief at his presence.

“I heard you were arguing, I wanted to see you were okay,” he said. It didn’t surprise me he’d heard it. Graham’s room was just across the hall, and we’d not been quiet. “Pub?” he offered, smiling slightly.

“Yeah alright, I’ll just grab my coat.”

We found a small bar not too far away from the hotel. Neither of us spoke particularly good French, but Graham knew enough to order some wine. The Parisians didn’t drink the same way the British did, and both of us were a little too embarrassed to try and order two pints of beer and a pack of cheese and onion crisps. Instead, we sat with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two glasses, hidden away in a back booth and laughing at our clumsy attempts at the French language.

“It’s so embarrassing walking round with Mr Culture speaking fluent French like it’s the most natural thing in the world, meanwhile I struggle asking the man in the shop for a packet of fags,” I complained, chuckling.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you arguing about before?” Graham queried.

“Oh, just...” I paused, unsure whether to tell him or whether he’d just agree with Alex. “Well you know how I lost my temper before?” Graham nodded, sucking his lips into his mouth like he always did when he was listening. “Well he made a joke about it, and it pissed me off. I dunno, I feel so tired and miserable recently, and the way everyone has been treating me like I’m totally incompetent at my job is so difficult. Alex is never there, he just swans around doing whatever he wants, meanwhile I just feel so overwhelmed,” I spilled, not even intending to share that much. Something about the build up of emotions in my life and Graham’s reassuring presence at the end of the table made me feel the sudden need to tell him everything. “I just don’t feel happy anymore.”

“I know how you feel, kind of,” Graham reassured, placing his hand over mine, while I took a large swig of wine. Looking back, I think that was the first moment I thought about kissing him. Of course I didn’t, we stayed out most of the night and then stumbled back to the hotel drunk. But I actually considered that maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad if I was dating Graham, not Alex.

October 1996

I never expected the knock at the door. It was a cold night in mid October, so when I opened the door wearing only a large t-shirt and odd socks, the biting breeze nipped at my bare legs. Graham stood there awkwardly, wrapped up in a fleece lined jacket and his eyes slightly glazed in his drunkness. I didn't ask any questions, just greeted him with a hug that lasted a few seconds longer than usual, then invited him in.

Graham wasn't a happy man, but I myself was hardly a ray of sunshine. I sat down next to him on my old settee, lighting a cigarette and refilling my wine glass. I offered him a glass but he shook his head.

"What's up Gra?" I asked him softly, reaching out to cover his hand with my own. He let out a dejected sigh.

"I can't do it anymore (y/n)," he explained. "The band. I'm starting to hate them all. The press, the tours, the people. It's way too fucking much. Damon won't change the music we do, he's being a controlling bastard, and then Alex, fuck." Graham pulled at his earlobe, something I noticed him do often when he was feeling nervous or stressed.

"What is it?"

"He's out living his playboy lifestyle, shagging around, doing lines, drinking champagne. Meanwhile, you just sit around pretending like everything is fine!"

I dropped my hand from his. I wasn't ready for this criticism, especially not from a man who was currently drunk every second of his life.

"It is fine, Gra."

"No it's not, because he barely gives you a backwards glance when he goes out and I have to watch it," he complained. He turned to me, looking over my face like he was drinking it in. "I think you're so beautiful."

"What?"

"So, so fucking beautiful," he repeated. Graham was bad at eye contact, but right now he was drunk, and looking at me with such a sinful look in his gaze. He glanced over my lips, and the small flip in my stomach as he did was my only sign. There had been moments over the past year where Graham and I had shared similar glances, but neither of us acted on impulse, until now.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. Immediately his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and as he deepened the kiss I pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. He assisted my movements, pulling it off to fall lazily on the floor.

His hand travelled down to my underwear, tucking a finger beneath the waistband of my knickers, pausing to see if I stopped him. I did, but only to pull his t-shirt over his head. I had seen Graham without a shirt before, but now I took in his lithe physique and broad shoulders. He slipped his hand to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I gasped at his touch and he leant down to brush his lips against my ear.

“You turn me on so much,” he whispered honestly, slipping two fingers inside me and curling them up. I moaned into his neck, pressing a kiss against it. Alex never really bothered with foreplay so this felt like heaven. After a minute he pulled his fingers out to push me down against the sofa, as I pulled him into another hungry kiss. He pushed his hips against mine and I let out another soft moan while he smiled into the kiss. Soon the desperation over took us and I fumbled with his belt, helping him remove the rest of his clothes before he pulled my t-shirt over my head, drinking in my body.

For a second he tucked his hands into my hair, holding my face behind my ears and stroking me cheeks with his thumb, before kissing me playfully on the nose. He pushed himself inside me with a slight groan, watching my face as I let out a satisfied sigh. I felt so appreciated, the way he looked at me was so tender. Unlike my day to day misery with Alex, this felt so raw, so right. He cupped one of my breasts with his hand, kneading it gently as he softly kissed and nipped at my neck. I felt sweat beading along my thighs, pressed into his body as we lay on the sofa, fully naked with the exception of our socks. He picked up the pace, and I could tell he was trying to control his urge to finish as quickly as possible. He rubbed my clit with the rough pad of his thumb, causing me to let out an unexpectedly loud moan as I clenched around him and my body shook. This brought him over the edge and he finished inside of me with a string of swears. He looked at me slightly panicked.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, and I laughed, nodding, still out of breath and thrumming from my orgasm. He rested his forehead against my own and we lay there for a moment, panting, letting it register what had just occurred. I didn’t feel guilty at all, although I could tell Graham did. Alex had said so many things to me now that I couldn’t feel regret for sleeping with his friend, not when the moment was so sweet. Then he seemed to be pulled back into reality.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, standing up and looking for his boxers. “I didn’t mean to do that, it wasn’t the plan.” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

“The plan? What was the plan?” I asked.

“I was going to tell you I love you, but you weren’t supposed to... You were going to tell me to piss off and then I could lay it to rest. I’m sorry. I’m drunk.” He pulled his boxers up and started looking for his jeans, but I reached out for his hand, pulling him round to look at me. I was still naked, knees drawn up to my chest on the sofa. I saw his eyes soften, his behaviour calm.

“Gra, I don’t want you to go,” I pleaded, my voice coming out a lot quieter than i intended. Alex and I had had another argument, and I was already feeling so lost until Graham showed up.

He paused, looking at out two hands together. I held my breath, waiting for his response. I needed him to make the irresponsible decision. Eventually, he nodded, and I nipped to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back in, clean and wearing a t-shirt and knickers, Graham had settled on the settee with the telly on, he’d also pulled his t-shirt on. I came to sit next to him, and he rested his head on my chest slightly while I began to run my fingers through his hair and he hummed contentedly. The show was boring, a late night crime drama. Within a few minutes Graham was snoring softly on my chest. I sipped my wine and smiled to myself.

November 1996

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Graham rolled over with a groan of pleasure, panting with sweat on his brow. I turned on my side to face him and he pulled a stupid face, still lying on his back. I let out a sigh and turned over, away from him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned, moving closer and pressing a kiss onto my shoulder. One of his large hands rested on my waist and I suppressed the urge to sniffle.

“We don’t love each other though do we?” I said rhetorically.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Well, if we loved each other, then I’d leave Alex and you’d stop drinking so much.” I felt so bad saying it, but it was true. Even as Graham arrived in a better mood today, there was still an alcoholic taste on his tongue. We’d been seeing each other for over a month, and I knew I wasn’t breaking up with Alex any time soon.

“Maybe you’re right, but still, it feels nice to say, doesn’t it?” he pointed out, nuzzling his head into my neck as he ran his hand round to lay against my stomach, pulling my back closer to his chest.

Sometimes it felt like Alex must have known about me and Graham’s relationship, because he suddenly changed last month. Of course, we still argued. He still enjoyed champagne and cocaine and plenty of women, but god he was good at apologising. After arguments he’d always pull off the perfect apology. He’d me out to an expensive restaurant and completely overlook every gorgeous woman there. He’d make a point of telling the waitress that he must be the stupidest man on earth to have an argument with his ‘beautiful girlfriend’ and would try and show me off to every person in the room. Sometimes his apologies were less flashy, sometimes they came in the form of a home cooked croque monsieur in the morning, and kisses all over my face. Alex had the ability to make me feel both completely worthless and wonderfully special, but when he made me feel so special the guilt always tainted my mood.

In fact, it was at this moment a knock came at the door. I sat up in slight panic. Graham looked at me in confusion.

“It must be Alex,” I told him in a hushed voice.

“Shit.”

The knock came again. I pulled on a shirt from the cupboard, padding through my flat to the living room.

“Hey, (y/n). I know your home,” he said through the door.

“Can you come back later, Al?” I asked, doing up a couple of the buttons. “There’s someone here at the minute.”

“No, just open the door,” he persisted. I sighed, walking over and unlocking it. I stood there in a just the oversized shirt and some underwear I’d pulled on. My bedroom door was shut, Alex wouldn’t mind as long as he didn’t know who was in there.

“I’m in the middle of something,” I said slightly exasperated.

“Fucking hell, you look good,” he grinned, looking me up and down before pushing his way past to get into my flat.

“Hey, don’t come in!” I protested.

“It’s fine, love. I left my keys somewhere here, I just came to grab them,” Alex replied, going into the kitchen and picking them up off the side. He walked into the living, cheeky smile on his face. “Hey, can I say hello to whoever is in there?” he teased, stepping towards my bedroom door. I rushed forward, pushing him away while he teasingly stood his ground.

“No you cannot, it’s weird. If I come into yours while someone’s there you look like a philanderer, but when you come here guys think you’re my pimp or something,” I argued, managing to get him across the room toward the front door.

“Okay, fine,” Alex agreed, dropping his hands to around my waist. “Kiss goodbye?” he requested in a silly voice, tilting his head to the side. I rolled my eyes, but agreed. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment, dropping his hand to squeeze my arse jokingly, and I pulled away to give him a lighthearted smack on the arm and hurrying him out the flat.

When I walked back into my room, Graham was still nestled beneath the duvet, his head poking over the top.

January 1997

"You have to be joking, right?" came the surprised voice of Blur's bassist. Alex was stood in the doorway of a backroom at Groucho's. His pupils were like goddamn dinner plates, as per usual, but for once he was acting surprisingly sober for someone so off their tits. We'd been caught, and as Alex cast a disbelieving look between myself and his bandmate my heart dropped down into the bottom of my stomach.

I had been dating Alex James for just about two years, and had known him for four, and although our relationship wasn't defined as such, it was a rather open one. This, however, seemed to be a breach of our agreement. This wasn't a random person, or even a distant friend, this was Graham.

When Alex had walked in, he'd come across a scene that was a little bit more than over friendly. The guitarist had his hand underneath my skirt and was kissing my neck while we laughed drunkly. Of course, then came the interruption, and we had jumped apart at the arrival of my boyfriend. I sat awkwardly, chewing my lip, feeling like a naughty school kid. Nobody spoke. It was difficult to know what to say. There was no chance of convincing him it was less than he thought, I'm sure our guilty faces spoke volumes. After a pause that went on for way too long, I tried to speak up.

"Al-" I began to reason but my voice was cut of.

"No," he interjected. "I can't fucking believe it. You're my mate, Gra. You're in the band. Of course, the quiet, sweet one. Works for you doesn't it? 'Cause this whole time you've been fucking my girlfriend," Alex snapped. I saw Graham look down, his jaw clenched slightly. I wanted to reach for his hand but I knew it wasn't the time.

"Alex,” I warned but he scoffed at me.

"Piss off with that, (Y/N)," he scolded with an incredulous laugh. "Get your stuff from my place tomorrow, but don't come too early 'cause I'm bringing home that blonde girl from the bar tonight," he told me harshly, leaving the room, probably to go practice his lines in the bathroom.

I sat back down next to Graham, my frown mirroring his. I tipped my head onto his shoulder, and he pulled me into him with a comforting arm. It was difficult to pin down my feelings, although guilt was the presiding one. I felt especially guilty for not finding the ability to care that Alex had just split up with me. I felt tears prick my eyes, unable to stop myself from crying. Graham tilted his head to me, brushing the tears from underneath my eyes with his thumb, and pressing a kiss onto my forehead. I tried to pull him in for a kiss, to distract myself from my current feelings, but he turned his head away.

“Now’s not the time,” he told me gently.

February 1997

I didn’t expect to still accompany the boys on the American tour, in fact, I was aware Alex had greatly argued against it, but Ivan had insisted. I was under contract to the record label and familiar with the set up and how the band liked things. I rather have stayed in London to be honest.

Before we left, Blur released their self titled album, kicking it off with a 'secret' gig at the Astoria to a sold out crowd of two thousand people. The mood was so elevated, all tensions seemed to be erased. A huge after party went down. It was packed with Britpop royalty and went completely out of hand. That night I even stupidly assumed that things would go back to normal, water under the bridge.

I only listened to the album two days later. It was totally different to anything they'd done before. I recognised the influence of the underground bands Graham listened to, although the tone seemed slightly ironic. The album seemed fast paced, but then, halfway through the album came an unexpected softer number, Graham's soft voice coming into my living room through a layer of crackly voice effects. The first verse was despairing. I knew Graham was struggling with his alcohol, but I'd been doing so awfully myself that I didn't even realise how bad it had gotten. It was the chorus that really ruined me though; heartwrenchingly honest and bitterly optimistic. I didn't care if he'd written it about me or not, but that last line hit me somewhere deep in my heart and put tears in my eyes. By the time the song had ended I was a sniffling mess on my living room floor and brimming with such a strong sense of love.

We left to France two days later. The crew were acting strange with me. Everyone knew that I’d now slept with two members of the band, and there was lots of implication I was going to try a third. Damon was acting well off with me and usually I found myself sat with Graham receiving glares from both Damon and Alex. We had to go through Paris and then Tokyo before we arrived in the US at the beginning of March. Things were okay when we all got drunk enough, the boys tended to forget about my crimes against the band. We did sing alongs at our hotels. Alex got a bit arsey when Graham fell asleep with his head in my lap in Tokyo, but he’d happily bring girls to drink with us and happily snog them while I was sat there. I didn’t mind, the part of me that cared was so easy to shut off now.

I loved Japan, and the Japanese loved Blur. Damon was particularly popular with his blond hair, blue eyes and pretty face. The reception at the airport was always brilliant. There would always be a crowd of teenage girls desperate for a signature off their favourite band member, I think one of the Gallaghers already said it, but it was like a second wave Beatlemania. I usually sat back with Ivan, watching the boys deal with their fans, especially Graham. While Alex and Damon used a charming smile, Gra always seemed so unsure what he was doing was right. It was very endearing. I wanted to stay as far away from fame as possible.

Me and Alex’s breakup was extremely high profile. Of course, why we split up was a public mystery, only adding to interest levels. We kept our relationship fairly private, although I had experienced the odd incident with paparazzi, but the Blur management team saw great opportunity for promotion with our split. I was hounded by music journalists for weeks, and photos of me suddenly started appearing all over the gossip magazines. As much as I didn’t want to be stuck on tour with Alex, I had to say it was a relief to leave it behind.

Graham still came to my hotel room late at night, but for both of our sakes he left way before the sun rose. That part was the hardest, when he climbed out of bed to get dressed and leave. I’d watch him put on his clothes, peeking my head over the bedsheets and not speaking. He’d press a kiss to my forehead and tiptoe out the room, back to his own. Then I was alone. I think that fear of being alone was what kept me from ending things with Alex, because staring up at the ceiling after Graham left was the most saddening feeling in the world. I couldn’t say I love you to him anymore, even if I did. When I was still with Alex, it was just a phrase, but then it had become an empty promise. I was far too scared to bear my soul to him like that. I think it upset him slightly, when I wouldn’t say it back, but he never mentioned it.

It was moments like that, lying alone in bed and feeling totally isolated, with nothing but the rushing thoughts in my head, that I would have given anything for Alex to burst into my room and pick a fight with me again. Sometimes I wanted him to loose his temper, to see me across the room and to shout at me, to call me names. His willing acceptance of the situation hurt me most. His ability to move on like it was nothing.

March 1997

Things went downhill once we arrived in America. Everyone was jet lagged from the flight and we were mainly travelling around on a tour bus. Being in such close confines did have a habit of getting on everyone’s nerves. I was sharing a tour bus with some other sound technicians, which was a nightmare. I was the only woman on tour, and every morning I got up an hour before everyone else so I could get dressed without being stared at by a group of blokes. Unfortunately, I was also going to bed in the early hours of the morning anyway, so I was feeling twice as exhausted as usual.

Suddenly, Alex seemed a whole lot more pissed at me than before. Any time Graham and I were even in the same room, he would glare until one of us left. He couldn't help but leave snide comments.

The other issue with being on tour was privacy. I barely got a second alone with Graham. Damon had walked in on one of our few opportunities, while Graham had his head between my legs, and aside from it being very embarrassing, since the incident Damon had been twice as off with me as ever before. Eventually, Graham and I settled for cuddles and conversation, this seemed to cause the least tension.

One night in Detroit, we all went out to a bar. I found in America all anyone ever wanted to know was 'what you did'. Of course, this was in reference to career, but I'd recently found entertainment in replying "nothing much". I spoke to lots of American's, receiving regular compliments on my accent. We drank lots, Alex ended up taking a very attractive blonde girl to the tour bus, leaving the rest of us to continue our evening by drinking enough to knock out an elephant. At one point I wobbled outside for a cigarette and some fresh air.

I stood by the back door and the bins, inhaling the smoke and letting the cold sober me slightly. Then, a very drunk Damon stumbled out the pub, proceeding to bend over by the wall and vomit onto the floor and his trainers. I rushed over, putting a hand on his back and trying to shuffle his feet away to avoid where he was being sick. He finished throwing up and swatted me away.

"Piss off (y/n)," he slurred. "It's your fault it's like this." I stepped back, surprised at his words.

"What?"

"You cocked everything up!" he whined, leaning against the wall for support. "You broke Alex's heart, and now he's mad at Gra, and now Gra's in love with you and you're going to hurt him. Fucking hell, (y/n), look at him! Can't you see what it'd do to him!"

I couldn't help it. For what seemed like the millionth time in the past month, tears prickled my eyes. I never usually cried, but now all my emotions lay very close to the surface.

"I don't want to hurt Graham, Dames. I never wanted to ruin anything," I sniffled, taking a drag from my cigarette to try to calm my wavering voice. "I love Gra, I really do, it's just... complicated."

Damon's eyes softened slightly, and then he fell over into his own sick.

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #blur band #britpop #90s imagine #smut #blur #britpop imagine #alex james #alex james x reader #battle of britpop

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Sirius Black

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(For future reference, you can also request for marauders era Sirius and Remus but you’ll have to specify in the request since I’ll just write for their characters in the movies if you don’t. )

- You and Sirius meet though the Order. You were a trusted confidante of Moody; which is an accomplishment in of itself, and a talented witch, so when the group was being formed, you were almost immediately invited to join.

- Like any rational person would be, you were a bit nervous upon meeting the formerly Azkaban imprisoned Animagus. Your mind ran wild with assumptions and visions of the neurotic individual that took up the front page of the daily bugle; more than once, so when you entered the room and found a freshly washed, neat, and charming individual, you were almost in disbelief.

- It was fascinating to see how different he looked, calmly stood in a room full of people, unchained, and in regular clothing. He was handsome, which is a word you never expected to associate with Sirius Black of all people; though you’d certainly heard rumors of his attractiveness.

- And you, my dear, are beautiful. Sirius really hasn’t been in contact with anyone for the past thirteen years, let alone a pretty, young woman such as yourself, so the minute he sees you, his heart skips a beat.

- Perhaps if he’d had time to brush off his old charms; or if they were never put on the shelf to begin with, he would have been able to throw you a line or two, but you completely caught him off guard. Because of this, he was merely able to give you a nod and a handsome smile after the two of you were introduced.

- The two of you don’t talk a lot at first but over time you do start to warm up to each other. And warm up you do....

- You start having those heat-inducing interactions, the ones with the cheeky comments and the flirting and the innuendos. All of its done away from the group and in close proximity of each other, and sometimes it feels as though you can hardly breath with how smoldering his demeanor can be.

- Every now and again, he’ll find you in the living room late at night and you’ll share a few drinks until you’re both pleasantly warm. You like each others company, you like your conversations, and you can feel yourselves growing closer by the day.

- It’s probably a bad idea for the two of you to be together; especially right now, but when has Sirius ever let what’s “bad” stop him from something he’s wanted to do?

- So, he approaches you one day and; in a surprisingly nervous fashion, asks you out, assuring you that you don’t have to if you don’t want to and that he would understand but that he’d be honored if you’d join him for dinner.

- Well, of course you agree, and soon enough, you find yourself having a nice and comfortable dinner with him at the Grimmauld place. The two of you talk and get to know each other, and he starts to feel more confident, getting back a bit more of his flirty charms as the night goes on. And there you have it, the beginning of something beautiful.

- Let’s pretend that he lived shall we; since we all already do that anyway, the two of you kissed a few months into your relationship, mainly because you didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend with each other.

- The group is planning a big mission and you’re saying goodbye the night before it’s supposed to happen. And there's so much that you both want to say but you cant find the words and so, finally, he just leans in and kisses you soft and slow. When he pulls away, he kisses your cheek and says goodnight, and you go to bed praying that everything will go as planned.

- He did his waiting, and now he’s found his soulmate ...so perhaps it was worth it in the end.

- The amount of Pda that the two of you get into really depends on what the world is like at the time.

- Considering the fact that he really can’t be seen in public; for risk of being imprisoned again, your pda consists of him licking your hand, brushing up against your legs, and putting his head in your lap as you pet him between his ears.

- If we’re imagining a world where he isn’t a fugitive then he’d be much more touchy. A hand on your thigh here, a tight hug there; little things that let him feel your presence and know that you’re there.

- Touch starved; twelve years in the most brutal prison of the wizarding world will do that to you. You should see the way he leans into your touch, it’s enough to make you melt.

- His hand on the small of your back or gripping your waist whenever you’re standing together.

- He likes to take one of your hands in his whenever the two of you sit together, usually pairing it with eye contact and a few quiet, romantic words.

- Sitting in his lap.

- Tight hugs.

- Temple and head kisses.

- Your kisses are going to be somewhat clumsy at first, he’s obviously going to be a bit rusty but he gets the hang of it again very quickly.

- Darling, angel, dearest, love, my lovely. You practically get a new pet name everyday.

- He holds you close at night, spooning you so tight that you can hardly move at times. He holds you as though he’s afraid he might lose you, likes you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

- Sometimes he twitches, whimpers, fidgets, his grip tightening, and his face burrowing into your neck; it’s how you know he’s having some kind of bad dream.

- Gifts. It makes him happy to give you things, to be able to provide for you and make you happy. It feels very domestic; it’s just what he needs.

- Long conversations.

- Sitting together as you bathe. It’s not even a sexual thing; though it can be, you’re just comfortable with each other. You talk, you joke, and you tell each other about your days. It’s relaxing.

- Firelit evenings spent drinking wine and enjoying each other’s company.

- Spending most of your time inside. He’s on the run; if you haven’t noticed, so you’ll have to make do and enjoy what you can.

- Ignoring Kreachers insulting mutterings. You occasionally have to hold Sirius back from throttling the ignorant creature.

- Stargazing and walking around together at night.

- Having dinner together.

- He’s still got some youthfulness to him so the two of you get into your fair share of adventures. He still enjoys a good bit of fun from time to time.

- Visiting Hogsmeade for a bit of nostalgia once everything is over. You both love and hate seeing him there: you love the twinkle of fond memories in his eyes yet hate the melancholy smile that inevitably paints his lips during your trip.

- Listening to stories about his younger days. How fun James was, how they tormented Snivellus, how awful his family was. Occasionally, he’ll trail off sadly and you’ll just kiss his cheek, giving him a tight hug as he assures you he’s fine.

- Harry coming to stay with you over the summer. You’re practically his godmother by now.

- Having Remus and Tonks over a lot. You and the woman become good friends and him and Remus enjoy sitting back and watching their girls.

- Surprise visits, albeit usually by a black dog scratching at your front door.

- He loves your infatuation with his tattoos. The feeling of your fingers on them or your hand splayed out on his chest is the best in the world.

- Playing with his hair as he lays his head on you.

- Cooking for and taking care of him. He deserves to have someone doting on him after all he’s been through, doesn’t he?

- Lazy mornings spent in bed. He likes pressing a few soft kisses to your shoulders after he wakes up.

- Lots of jokes, many of them dog related. He always has you laughing.

- Smartass comments. You occasionally have to keep him in line; you don’t need someone killing him just because he can’t keep his mouth shut.

- You keep the peace between him and a lot of people. He’s got his fair share of enemies or just people that he doesn’t get along with, and you do your best to ensure that things don’t erupt between them.

- Catching him up on everything that's happened.

- Comforting him during hard times.

- The instant you’re upset or insecure, he senses it and is on your ass, comforting you and giving you words of wisdom. He can always make you feel better.

- He’s not an incredibly jealous person but he does have his moments. He’s surprisingly good at holding his tongue when it comes down to it. He’ll just take you aside later and tell you that he loves you, needing to hear you say it back without any hesitation.

- He’s very protective when he needs to be. He’ll do whatever he has to to ensure your safety. He’s not going to lose anyone else if he can help it.

- Even prior to your actual relationship, you were definitely followed around by a shaggy black dog; whether you were aware of who it was or not. He just wanted to make sure you were alright, and he was bored.

- The two of you really don’t have a lot of fights. He reserves his jackassery for other people so he doesn’t have too much left when it comes to you.

- Whenever you do argue, he apologizes fairly quickly. He hates fighting with you and he wants your little argument to be over as soon as possible, even if that means swallowing his pride and saying sorry.

- There’s quite a few I love yous in your relationship. He loves the smile you get when he says those three little words, and he adores hearing them from you.

- After everything he’s been through, he just wants a nice, happy, quiet life. One that wouldn’t be complete without you.

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Double Take | Charles Blackwood x reader (with a special guest...)

summary: Charles Blackwood and Bucky Barnes are twins, adopted by different families. For the first time, Bucky has something that Charles wants: a girlfriend. And what’s the point of having a twin if you can’t use it to switch places at least once?

warnings: smut (dub con), loss of virginity, lots of little manipulative things from our classic manipulator charles, infidelity, daddy kink, innocence kink, praise kink, corruption kink, (slightly?), a lil degradation but not really

word count: 4.7k

Charles Blackwood was definitely not jealous of James Barnes. Charles had been adopted by a more affluent family than James had; he’d never wanted for anything, while James had grown up in a more traditional suburban environment. The few times they’d met throughout their childhood, Charles had always been shocked at the way the Barnes family lived. Hand-me-down toys, no television, and not even a nanny or maid!

And yet, James didn’t seem to mind. He’d always been a little dim-witted, Charles figured. Didn’t he see how well Charles lived and wish that he’d been the one adopted by the Blackwoods?

No, James was just fine being a Barnes, apparently. What Charles really could never get his head around was how much they all talked to each other. Mrs. Barnes asked him more questions in that one afternoon visit than Mrs. Blackwood had probably his whole life. Mr. Barnes was more excited about Charles’ high marks in school than Mr. Blackwood could even dream of.

It was all rather peculiar. Who were these people and from where did they get their bottomless energy, their incessant peppiness?

That was why Charles had stopped visiting them as soon as he was old enough to decide not to. They’d never been close anyways, and him and his twin had never really gotten along. Yes, it was odd to know someone who looked so like him but who was so terminally different, but after a while it just became a fact of life for the both of them.

He’d heard that twins often looked less alike as they got older, so Charles hadn’t expected to see an exact double of himself that day on the street. For just a moment, the shock was just as strong as it would’ve been if he’d never known he’d had a twin, simply because he spent so little time thinking about it. But there he was-- Bucky, as he’d heard he went by now, looking like a spitting image in the rearview mirror of Charles’ car, walking down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with a young woman.

You were laughing at something he’d said, your head tossing back as you reached up to shyly cover your smile with your free hand.

And now Charles understood why his brother was never jealous of him. Sure, Bucky hadn’t had the quality of belongings or opportunities that Charles had, but it was clear that he’d acquired something money can’t buy.

Charles Blackwood was truly and properly jealous of James Barnes. And he didn’t care for it one bit. Thankfully, as always, he had a plan.

“Bucky, hey!” you called out as you saw your boyfriend across the park. He didn’t turn at first and you wondered if he hadn’t heard you, but then he did.

His smile was a little different, somehow, but it still melted you instantly. He opened his arms and you ran to him, nearly knocking him down with the force of your hug.

“I know it’s barely been a week but I’ve missed you terribly,” you admitted, holding him tightly.

“I’ve missed you too, darling, more than you could know,” he replied as his hands slipped around your waist.

“Your hair… you’ve done something different with it,” you noticed as you pulled back from the embrace.

“Oh, this?” he smiled, reaching up to touch it. “Yeah, I think they reformulated my hairspray.”

“I didn’t know you used hairspray!” you giggled.

He shrugged. “I figure my secret is safe with you.”

“You know, I thought it was sort of romantic that you asked me out with a letter at my door!” you remembered. “Did you have somebody else write it for you? I hope you won’t be offended, but I’m confident your handwriting isn’t that nice.”

“Sometimes a phone call is too impersonal,” he explained. “And I’ve been working on my cursive.”

“Regardless, it was sweet,” you smiled shyly, “you know, old-fashioned-- in a good way.”

“Seems like a nice way of saying that you think I’m behind the times,” he accused with a smirk.

“No!” you denied. “Being a gentleman never goes out of style.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, a strange sparkle in his eye, “I’m no gentleman at all, my dear.”

It was a wonderful date; a walk in the park at first, then a quick stop for some ice cream. You could’ve sworn he spent more time watching you lick your cone than he did eating his, but you paid it no mind. If anything, it made you feel oddly excited-- and beautiful.

You stopped briefly as you passed by a jeweler on the street, admiring a beautiful necklace on display.

“Do you like it?” he asked from behind you, and you could just see his reflection above yours in the glass.

“Who wouldn’t?” you chuckled. “It’s lovely.”

“Do you want it?” he pressed, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You turned around, giving him a confused look.

“I mean, sure,” you furrowed your brow, “but… I wasn’t really expecting anything…”

“Let me buy it for you,” he offered.

“F-for Christmas?”

“For now,” he corrected. “For fun. Because you deserve it.”

“Deserve it?” you blinked, trying to comprehend his words. “It’s twenty dollars, Bucky. It’s more expensive than anything I own.”

“That’s a shame,” he frowned.

“What would I even wear it with?!”

“You could wear it with a feed bag with holes cut for your arms, and you’d still look ravishing,” he dismissed.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but--”

He stopped you, stepping closer and slipping his hands onto your back with a smile. “Darling, you deserve to be spoiled. Is it so crazy that I want to see my best girl wearing only the best things? Now wait here while I pop inside and buy it.”

You barely had time to protest before he’d stepped in the door, the little bell ringing as he waved down the jeweler. Sure enough, you saw him reach in to the window display to take the necklace out, pulling off the tag while Bucky wrote a check. You didn’t even know Bucky had a checking account, let alone one with enough in it to buy you such an extravagant gift… not that you were going to complain. No, you just blushed and smiled nervously, pulling your hair up and out of the way so your boyfriend could put the necklace on you. His fingers brushing against the back of your neck made your eyes flutter shut as you felt like you could melt into it.

“How does it look on me?” you asked shyly as you turned around, letting your hand trail down the chain.

“Sparkles almost as much as your eyes,” he grinned.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you murmured.

“Don’t worry about that,” he purred. “I should probably take you home soon, right?”

“R-right,” you agreed, wishing the date wouldn’t have to end so soon. “But maybe we should wait longer.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, my mom and sister won’t be home for another few hours,” you explained, “so we might as well kill some time so I can meet them when they get back.”

“Or,” he suggested, “we could go there now, and I’ll keep you company until they get back…”

You liked that idea, but felt guilt pang in your gut. And yet, you suddenly didn’t know how to say no to him while you were wearing his expensive gift around your neck. So, hand-in-hand, you walked back to your house.

“You’ve seen the living room before,” you remembered, “but I don’t think you’ve seen the kitchen.”

“It’s a little small, isn’t it?” he noticed as he looked around.

“Yeah, but it’s comfortable,” you shrugged. “And it’s home.”

“What about your bedroom?”

You froze. It was already a bit risky to let him in at all-- if the neighbors had seen, they would certainly talk. But you cared so much more of what Bucky thought of you than what they did.

“I don’t mean to be too forward,” he chuckled. “It’s just, don’t you think somebody’s bedroom says a lot about them?”

“You’re right,” you nodded, “and I didn’t think it was forward. I just worry sometimes…”

“I know,” he smiled, “it’s endearing.”

You led him down the hall and around the corner to your bedroom. “Now I’m worrying that it’s a little girlish,” you admitted as you opened the door and revealed the pink, frilly visage of your room.

“It’s perfect,” he denied. “Innocent and adorable, just like you.”

“Do you remember when you won this for me at Coney Island?” you beamed, picking up a small stuffed rabbit from your bed. “I’ve slept with it every night--”

You stopped as you turned around to find him standing right in front of you, his face much more serious than before. You looked down suddenly, afraid his gaze would pierce right through you; his finger slipped under your chin, gently pulling up your face until you looked at him.

“Bucky…” you mumbled, a little surprised. He said nothing, his hand trailing down over your neck, toying with the chain of your new necklace briefly, before running along the neckline of your dress.

Your body tensed, even as a paradoxical warmth was spreading between your legs. The way he touched you made you feel nervous, excited, guilty, and desperate all at once.

You’d wanted Bucky to touch you like this for a while now, but you’d known it was better that you didn’t. As much as you didn’t understand why he was suddenly interested in doing something you both knew was wrong, you weren’t exactly complaining either.

Suddenly he kissed you, and it was so different from every other time he’d done it. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you let out a little moan of surprise; his teeth grazed your lip and it made you feel wonderfully dizzy.

“You are so beautiful,” he cooed as his kisses trailed to your neck. You could barely contain your moans then, your head falling back as you melted into his arms. “So shy,” he continued, “so precious.”

You pressed your body closer to his, loving the way his hard, muscular form complemented your softer curves. You felt him smile against your skin, giving a playful bite to your collarbone which made you yelp a little.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you,” he whispered as he pulled you closer. “Knew I had to make you mine.”

He pulled back and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Of course,” he chuckled, “don’t you want me?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “I’m already yours, Bucky.”

His face shifted suddenly. “Don’t call me that,” he frowned.

“Wh-?” you began to ask, but he anticipated it.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he smiled.

You gasped a little, feeling heat burn from under the skin of your cheeks. “I- I don’t know… it’s a little strange, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s perfectly normal,” he soothed, but you found it difficult to relax as you felt his fingers trailing down your back, and then fiddling with the buttons of your dress. “Not all the time, of course. Just… when we’re doing something special. Something secret.”

You breathed out shakily as your dress fell to the floor, leaving you only in your undergarments. You might have worn nicer ones if you’d realized what would be happening, but he didn’t seem to mind the plainness of them as he let out a low groan, tracing the line of your bra over your chest.

You instinctively began to wrap your arms over yourself but he gently pried them away. “Let me look at you, darling. You’re gorgeous.”

He sat down on the bed and motioned for you to sit beside him, and you awkwardly obeyed.

You jumped when he touched you again-- this time tickling your thigh with the tips of his fingers-- and you chewed your lip as you tried to look away.

“You know what I want to do, don’t you?” he asked you darkly.

“I don’t know if I’m ready--” you murmured, even though you felt your body reacting so positively to the way his fingers moved up your leg. His touch left goosebumps in its wake, and you felt your back arch without having meant to do it.

“Don’t you love me?” he pressed, and his voice was sad but his gaze never moved from where his hand was now wrapping around your inner thigh.

“Of course I do,” you promised.

“I just want to show you how much I love you,” he explained, “that’s all. I’ll make you feel so good, darling.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that but then he leaned in and placed an aggressive, wet kiss to your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse point, which made your heart race wildly.

“Ohh, Bucky,” you moaned softly.

He tutted disapprovingly as he suddenly pushed your legs apart. “Try it again.”

His pointer finger drew a delicate line along your panties, right between your lips, and you shivered. “D-daddy,” you finally stuttered out. You felt him grin against the slickened skin of your neck.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, and you felt your chest warm with his compliment.

His hands wrapped around your waist and they felt so strong and hot-- not as rough as you’d imagined, but masculine nonetheless.

He gently pushed you back to lay on the bed, rubbing you through your panties as you gasped. His eyes watched you with a smoldering intensity as you squirmed and whined at the strange sensations his fingers were bringing you.

You shivered when those fingers pulled the fabric aside, finally touching your swollen and sensitive folds. Honestly, you’d been expecting more of a reaction, but instead he instantly pushed his middle finger into your opening; he touched you like he knew exactly what he was doing, and though you weren’t sure how he knew what he was doing, you were too focused on how good it felt to care. He slipped a second finger in and your head fell back onto your pillow.

“O-oh, god, daddy,” you whimpered, your legs quivering a bit as pleasure jolted your body.

“You like how I’m making you feel?” he presumed with a smirk.

“Yes,” you gasped, unintentionally kicking your legs with joy, “yes, yes, yes, I do.”

He leaned in to kiss you again, trapping your mouth in his. His fingers twisted inside you, putting pressure against your walls just as his thumb brushed over your clit. Your muscles tightened around him, and he shut his eyes as he let out a low groan.

“I think you’re ready for me, baby,” he decided, his fingers slipping out of you suddenly and instead fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

“D-daddy,” you stammered, jolted from your bliss to shock and confusion.

“Oh, you’re so perfect,” he praised, “I know you’re a little scared. It’ll be good, I promise. I could never hurt you.”

He must have sensed that you weren’t quite convinced as you began to move back on the bed slightly.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice deepening while you watched him take his hard cock from his trousers. You nodded, but the size of it… intimidated you, to say the least.

Before you could slide back again, he caged you in with strong hands above your shoulders.

“Darling, say that you trust me,” he demanded.

“I trust you,” you assured, looking up at him and wondering when his eyes got so dark.

He reached down to spread your legs for him once more, but never looked away from your face.

“Say that you love me,” he requested, quieter yet firmer.

“I love you,” you answered, but the moment the words had left your lips, he pushed his hips forward and forced his cock into you. You were wet but it didn’t make it an easy fit at all; you cried out and instantly grabbed his shoulders tightly, your whole body clenching with the pain.

"Shh," he soothed, but the way he kissed you was rough and strong and dominating. He pulled back and slammed forward again, making you whimper into his mouth.

"It hurts," you whined as you turned your face away, wincing when the way he pulled you closer only heightened the sting.

"Oh, I know, but you're doing so well darling," he praised, "you're taking me so well. It'll feel so good soon, if you're just a little more patient for me. Can you do that?"

You nodded, and he stilled inside you bringing some relief. "Say it properly, please," he requested.

"Yes, daddy," you answered shyly.

He smiled and kissed you quickly before thrusting again, a little slower.

The pain was starting to dull as you felt pleasure overtaking it, pleasure unlike anything you’d felt before. You felt so full in a strange but addictive way. You bit your lip as moans started to pour from your lips.

“Don’t get quiet for my sake,” he encouraged, “I wanna hear you, darling. I want you to show me how good I make you feel.”

“D-does it feel good for you?” you asked nervously. He grinned and leaned back to run his hands over your legs, and even kiss the inside of them a few times.

“Darling,” he growled, “you feel incredible. You’re everything I dreamed you’d be.”

You sighed with relief, though it turned to a gasp as he began to move faster. His cock massaged your walls so perfectly, and you felt pressure building inside you as the pleasure turned from relaxed to searing.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he noticed.

“Y-yes,” you admitted, feeling your face burn. You felt guilty for liking it so much.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, “it’s supposed to feel good. All good girls love their daddy’s cocks. You love it, don’t you?”

You moaned as you nodded, that pressure getting stronger until you were worried you would get light-headed. “I… I feel funny,” you stammered.

“You’re about to come, darling,” he explained. “It’s a good thing. It feels good.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, trusting him even though you were a little afraid of what would happen when you came.

"Go ahead, come on my cock. I know you're so close. Come for me."

You were wondering what you would have to do to obey him, but then you realized all you would have to do was let his pleasure wash over you-- and now, there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“I-I’m coming, daddy!” you yelped, and all at once that coil of energy snapped inside you. Your whole body tensed and jolted involuntarily, moans getting louder until it almost sounded like screaming. You hoped he knew that these were good screams, and you weren’t in pain.

He seemed to, because he kept going, fucking into you harder and rougher. “Fuck, you like that baby? You like how I feel inside you?”

“I do,” you nodded quickly, “feels so good…”

You started to feel sort of sleepy and confused, your head heavy from the exhausting pleasure of having just come. He smiled down at you, admiring your fucked-out expression as you gave in completely to your body’s needs.

“Such a perfect little cunt,” he growled, the filthiness of the word only barely registering in your fuzzy brain. “You get even wetter when you come, darling, and so fucking tight… god I never wanna stop.”

“Don’t ever stop,” you begged, “you feel good, daddy.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” he warned, “you’re so delicate, you couldn’t take it. You’ll be begging me to stop by the time I’m done, darling. Gonna ruin this needy little hole.”

His words made you feel nervous and confused, but oddly aroused. That coil was tightening again, already. You wanted more; you weren’t sure you could ever get enough.

“Daddy, I-- I’m gonna come again, if you don’t stop,” you admitted sheepishly, looking down to watch the way his cock disappeared into your body. You could hear how wet you were each time he thrusted forward, and it was shameful but addictive.

“Look at you,” he purred, “you love it. You were made for my fuckin’ cock, darling.”

He leaned down and kissed you again, his thrusts changing from fast and reckless to slow but deep. He pulled back languidly only to slam home harder every time, making you cry out against his lips.

He reached down to hook your legs in his arms, pushing them back until you were bent into a strange position-- when he moved again, his cock brushed against something so deep inside you that you worried there would be none of you left.

You winced and gurgled from the feeling-- it wasn’t quite painful, but it was close to it, along with incredibly intense. “Oh, daddy,” you gasped.

“You didn’t even know somebody could fuck you like this,” he posited. “You didn’t even know you could feel this good.”

You nodded breathlessly, your body shaking and shivering underneath him. This time when you came, it seemed to never end. He just kept going and you were sure you would stay suspended in this pleasure forever so long as he didn’t stop.

“Fuck, you’re coming, aren’t you?” he growled.

You nodded again.

“I’m close too, darling,” he admitted. “Beg me to come. I know you want it inside you. Ask me nicely.”

“D-daddy,” you moaned, too lost in it to remember how dangerous this was, “I want you to come… I want it inside me…”

“Fuck, I know you do,” he groaned, his head falling back as his thrusts became more erratic. “Gonna fill up this wet little pussy, gonna claim you with my come-- you’re mine forever, darling.”

“Yours,” you gasped, “all yours, daddy.”

“Fuck!” he cried suddenly, his voice breaking as he pushed as deep into you as possible. You could feel his cock flexing against your walls, pushing you to your absolute limits, as he came.

You both laid there, nearly frozen still, as your breathing began to slow down a bit. He moaned when he pulled his softening cock out of you, and took a moment to watch his come leak out of your hole before falling limp beside you.

You blinked to clear your spotty vision; you were sure you were experiencing a pleasure-induced hallucination, or maybe the force of it was just making you see double… because how was your boyfriend in bed with you, and simultaneously standing at the door?

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you slowly, holding you to him, and it was the way the other Bucky weakly called your name that made you know it was the one in bed with you that was the impostor. He called your name as if he couldn’t believe it was you he was looking at; you understood the feeling.

“Bucky, I--” you started, with no idea what to say. “What’s going on?”

Bucky’s shock shifted to anger, and you tried to struggle against the arms holding you back but it was fruitless.

“Charles,” Bucky hissed. “This is… how could you?”

“The difference between you and I,” the voice behind you, just like his, began to explain, “was never money, or random chance. We had the same opportunities…”

His fingers traced over your thigh and you shuddered.

“...I just knew how to take them.”

“I didn’t know,” you tried to explain, “I thought it was you--”

The other man-- Charles, as Bucky had called him-- clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Your girlfriend’s a bit of a whore, James. I mean, sort of a tough nut to crack but damn, once you get inside--”

“Shut up,” Bucky seethed. “Stop talking.”

“You heard her call me ‘daddy’, right?” Charles laughed.

Bucky tightened his jaw, silently answering the question.

“You heard her beg me for more? Beg me to come inside?” Charles continued.

Bucky stormed across the room, jumping on top of the both of you to wrap his hands around Charles’ neck.

“Me!” Bucky yelped, “she thought it was me!”

“Still could be,” Charles managed to grumble out through the pressure on his throat.

Bucky’s face shifted, anger turning to something… else. Shock, maybe, but it was more than that. He looked at you, eyes fierce and wild.

His hands relaxed from Charles’ throat, who coughed a little as he caught his breath.

“Do you love me?” Bucky asked you quickly as he moved off of Charles and hovered over you.

“O-of course,�� you stammered, tears welling in your eyes.

He leaned back to undo his belt, and Charles laughed. “Don’t let my come get in the way or anything.”

“I won’t,” Bucky growled before roughly thrusting his cock into you. Your head fell back but he was already fucking you hard and rough. His body was the same as Charles’ but he felt completely different. He fucked you with so much anger and ferocity, and as sick as it made you feel, it felt good, too.

“Bucky,” you gasped, “s-slow down…”

It fell on deaf ears as he grabbed your hips and pulled them up so every thrust was as deep as possible. You felt like putty in his hands, and you loved it. Though you didn’t know why, you wanted him to use you. You wanted him to make you his again, the way you’d been before, erase everything that had happened with you and this… stranger laying beside you. Who, by the way, was watching the whole ordeal with a raised eyebrow, seemingly more curious than jealous.

Bucky leaned down until his whole body was covering yours, and you wrapped your arms around his wide, muscular back.

“You feel… so good…” he whispered huskily against your ear, and you heard the strain in his voice. “I can’t last…”

“It’s okay,” you soothed, “I want you to feel good, Bucky; I want you to come.”

“Not until you do,” he said with determination in spite of the way his whole body was shaking, “not until you know that you need me.”

You could only respond with broken moans as he reached down and rubbed your bundle of nerves with his thumb. He watched the way you cried out and struggled underneath him, the pleasure so intense that your body could barely take it.

“Bucky, please!” you sobbed, not exactly sure what you were asking for, but he kept going, moaning loudly and reaching up to hold onto your headboard even as his own thrusting slammed his knuckles into your wall.

He made a noise that made your heart twist-- something like a whimper and a growl all at once-- and you knew he was coming, but he didn’t stop. Even when he looked like he was going to hurt himself, even when sweat rolled down his brow and made his hair cling to his face, he didn’t stop. You came undone all at once, feeling your walls tighten so hard that you were afraid they’d cramp up or something. Tears burned your eyes from the sheer force of it; your fingers dug into his back through his clothes.

Finally, he let himself slow down to a stop. You sighed, still feeling little aftershocks reverberate in your body.

“Charles, 2; James, 1,” Charles mumbled to himself as he sat up, patting his twin on the back. “Good try, though.”

Bucky shoved him off, so hard that he rolled off your bed and onto the floor with a thud. You wanted to check that he was okay but Bucky grabbed your jaw and kissed you deeply. When he pulled out, you could feel the rush of warm, sticky come as it left your body. You felt blissfully disgusting, filthily beautiful.

“Bucky, I didn’t know,” you attempted to explain through your panting breaths, “I never would’ve-- I thought it was you--”

“I know,” he shook his head. “I know. It’s okay.”

You could tell that it wasn’t okay. He was devastated, it was all over his face. This wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go.

“Can I ask you something strange?” Bucky requested.

“Of course,” you agreed quickly.

“Where did you get that necklace?”

Charles’ face popped out from across the edge of your bed, painted with a prideful grin.

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peaches: vi ─ one

summary ─ yes, he was jealous of him. oh, how jealous he was of him.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ angst, language, jealousy, depressive thoughts, bucky is sad sad y’all

a/n ─ told y’all that i’m gonna make it two parts and this one is the angsty one. the other one will be smutty and be related, so please read this before the smut part arrives. hope you like it! i don’t own the gif.

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When she said ‘a friend’, Bucky did not expect her to bring a boy to the dinner.

Her introducing the boy as ‘her boyfriend’ was even worse. Bucky felt a lick of jealousy run through his veins and for a second, he saw things red. Suddenly, there was this… possessive side of him, demanding him to claim what was his. She wasn’t a thing, though, but she was his. Not that… skinny, not-worthy-of-your-attention boy.

“This is my Dad, Steve, and this is Papa, Sam,” she introduced with a soft smile on her lips. “That’s both our neighbor and family friend Bucky.” She looked at him and her smile lost its softness. Bucky wanted to smirk devilishly, but he knew he couldn’t. Not in front of Steve and Sam. “People, this is Alex, my boyfriend.”

Bucky wanted to rip his head off after he ripped every single limb he had that was touching her. She was his, goddammit.

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Sam said, reaching out for a handshake. His voice pulled Bucky out of his vivid imagination, and he blinked. Plastering a fake smile on his lips, not bothering to hide the coldness in his voice, he reached out, too.

“Yeah,” Bucky murmured. His voice was cold to even his own ears. “Nice to meet ya, Alec.” Alex smiled friendly at him, though he did grimace a little when Bucky squeezed his hand a tad harsh.

“It’s Alex, sir,” he corrected Bucky with a soft voice. Bucky clenched his jaw angrily, but smiled. It was cold. “Nice to meet you, too, sirs.”

Until the dinner time, Bucky teased with the boy, jabbed sometimes and most likely annoyed him to the hell and back. He kept saying his name wrong, asking him a bit private questions such as his ex-girlfriends. She was looking at him in disbelief, but Bucky wasn’t one to step back. He was a stubborn fucker after all.

When things became a little aggressive between Bucky and Alex, Steve announced the dinner time. The dinner table was already set, but the food needed to be carried. Bucky watched her volunteer, insisting her parents to stay and talk with Alex, she turned to Bucky.

“Can you help me while they talk?” She asked sweetly. Bucky shrugged and nodded. As much as he wanted to stay behind and interrogate the boy, he also wanted to stay alone with her. He pushed his chair back and followed her to the kitchen. She was already putting things on the small bowls.

“What the fuck ─” she turned to him as soon as she was sure that they wouldn’t be heard. “are you doing, exactly?” Bucky frowned and decided to play dumb.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” Bucky murmured as he moved towards the counter and kept his hands busy. She threw daggers at him with her eyes, narrowed and angry. He could see her hands trembling slightly. They always trembled whenever she was angry.

“Sure you fucking do,” she snarled. “Calling him everything but his actual name? Asking him why his exes left him? Mocking with him? Are you fucking real?” Bucky lifted his head from the bowl he had been filling; his eyes were narrowed, too.

“Watch the way you’re talking to me, sweetheart,” Bucky warned her. His voice was deadly calm, eyes dangerously sparkling. Bucky walked towards her slowly. Caging her against the counter, Bucky leaned in. “We both know he’s just a boy.”

A spark went off in her eyes, understanding filled her face and she laughed. “You’re jealous. Hah!” She continued to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Bucky grumbled, pressing her against the cold and hard marble tighter. She didn’t stop laughing, Bucky could see the tears rolling down her cheek. “Stop it,” he growled. She shook her head.

“It’s─ oh my God, Bucky,” she chuckled. “Jealous? What are you jealous of?” Bucky raised a brow.

“Isn’t it obvious, honey?” Bucky asked her sweetly, tilting his head to his left. “That boy. He’s not good enough for you,” he admitted. “He’s not worth your attention.” She smiled, it was rueful and, even though Bucky wanted to deny it, mocking.

“And you are? Are you good enough for me? Worth my attention?” She looked at him, she was outright amused now. “I don’t think you are, James.”

It ─ hurt.

Bucky felt like he had been punched, kicked in the guts. He pulled back immediately, putting more than an arm’s length of distance between them. He knew what they had wasn’t long-lasting, but hearing these words? So similar to what he had heard years ago before he learned he was being cheated on?

It hurt like motherfucker.

“Yeah, my mistake,” Bucky rasped out.

“Stay away from my relationships,” she hissed. “We are fucking sometimes, but that’s it. We aren’t a thing. Stop fucking acting like it is,” she snarled at him again. He blinked the tears away and nodded. Returning to his place, he quickly finished fixing the bowls and food, and grabbed them. As he was placing the food on the table, she came out of the kitchen.

The dinner went on fast. Bucky didn’t say a word unless he was forced to speak, or asked something. He played with his food, drunk his wine. Bucky watched her with him. Watched the way she smiled at him, held his hand, or laid his head on his shoulder while laughing at something he said.

Yes, he was jealous of him. Oh, how jealous he was of him. Bucky wanted to be in his place: He wanted to be able to hold her hand freely, or hug you, kiss you anytime he wanted without worrying if her parents ─ his friends─ would see. He wanted to date with you and wanted to be free while doing it so, but.

She was right. They were fucking sometimes. Whenever they had something that they were angry at, they fucked the frustration out of each other. For her, Bucky was just a handsome guy who had an enough-good-looking body and knew how to fuck. That was it. That was what Bucky was to her. Nothing more. What was Bucky expecting? For her to fell in love with him? Bucky wanted to cry laugh.

Instead doing that, he stayed silent. He sometimes laughed at some lame jokes Steve and Sam did, but other than Bucky just sipped his drink silently. His heart was broken, there was no denying it. He never imagined he’d hear those words again, but he did.

“Did you even think why I cheated on you?” Bucky could practically hear his ex-fiancée’s voice in his ears. “You aren’t good enough, James. You’re attractive, yes, but there are people who worth my attention better than you. If you think you’re permanent in my life, then you’re fucking wrong.” Bucky took a deep breath, trying not to let his tears fall. He was not going to show her how much her words affected her. He did that mistake once, and he was mocked terribly.

“Bucky?” He heard Sam nudging him gently. Bucky blinked.

“Yeah?” He could see the worry in Sam’s dark brown eyes.

“He’s going, c’mon,” Sam murmured. Bucky nodded and stood from his seat. He placed his glass on the coffee table in front of him and grabbed his things.

“I might as well go home, too,” Bucky mumbled, his voice low and sounded hurt. Sam frowned but nodded.

“Okay,” he agreed. Sam knew his true feelings about his past broke up, he might have picked the signs up already, Bucky thought to himself idly. So, he tried to smile at Sam, but he didn’t know if he succeeded it. They walked towards the door to see Alex out.

“Thank you for the lovely dinner,” Alex said, smiling friendly. Bucky heard Steve and Sam smiling and telling him that they were happy to have him. Bucky, then, watched her kiss him and walk with him to his car. He sighed, averting his gaze from the scene.

“I better go,” Bucky murmured without looking either of them. “Goodnight.” He waved at them awkwardly and walked out of the Rogers-Wilson household. It only took him a minute to reach to his house, and when he was finally inside and alone, Bucky fell to his knees and sobbed.

It felt like he was living his break up all over again. He couldn’t believe that she was able to hurt him like this with only five words. Five. When did he gave her the power, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it hurt like hell. His heart was beating like crazy in its cage, and his lungs seemed to unfavor the oxygen at the moment. Bucky took his head between his hands and continued to sob.

After what felt like hours, Bucky got off of the ground and walked to his room. He felt dirty and wanted to take a shower, but he didn’t have the energy. He shed his shirt and took his shoes off, and he threw himself onto his bed. Hugging an extra pillow to his chest, Bucky cried himself to sleep.

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[second part will be posted soon]

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