#my student cancelled so I didn’t go hang out so I just went right to my moms and we went to Starbucks and to a couple stores

[cloneboywonder]

#I gave my mommy a bartskull for her car and she hung it up right away :3 #my student cancelled so I didn’t go hang out so I just went right to my moms and we went to Starbucks and to a couple stores #and then we went home and planned costume stuff #and I wanted a hair cut so bad and the only appointment they had was like IMMEDIATELY so we left and then me and my mom both got one #we look so good I love her #and then we went and got lunch w her husband my buddy and then I hung out w Andy and we watched law and order I love barba I love making #like ytp sounds when he comes on screen and andy repeats them I love goofer to goofer interactions #and my mom was tired so she went to sleep while we watched and then when she got up we started costume stuff for real #we have like 3 of the pieces half done but we need to go get a special foot for the sewing machine or something #idk she’s the genius I’m just there #me and Lydia are gonna look so so so insane at the Boston concert I’m so excited #I need to make a bunch more bracelets I want to just give them away again #and it stormed super bad on the way home I was worried my car was going to get struck by lighting and I was scared I was going to crash #and I was crying so then I was more worried I was going to crash but I was fine and also I got gas I hate pouring gas they need ppl that #like pump it for you bc I don’t want to anymore #ough tk mom is waking up so early and I told her to call me so I will also get up early bc I need to most time possible to costume work #bc I have to be on a plane in like 6 days lol WITH THAT COSTUME in my suitcase #ough okay I love personal diary posting my apologies #my posts #byeeee byebye :-)

[icallhimjoey]

The Boy Is Mine (icallhimjoey's edition)

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Joe has work and cancels plans but, you know what, you can just come over and help him out, can’t you? It's nerve-racking and embarrassing but, ok fine, you can come over and help him. CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, anxiety, we make fun of joe because he’s a dork, full fluff

Author’s note: i had fomo for @carolmunson’s the boy is mine writing exercise, so i just went ahead and gave it my own rpf spin. pls go and read all the other wonderful editions here!

Wordcount: 1.8K

“Okay, so, to set the scene,” Joe was being exceptionally theatrical tonight. He’d sat you down on the sofa and used the floorspace on the other side of the coffee table as his stage. It was all big arm gestures, and exaggerated faces, and big steps, and this was meant to be serious business.

It wasn’t.

You could tell Joe was a little nervous, which in turn made you a little nervous too.

You’ve had to suppress a smile ever since you walked in and couldn’t seem to stop giggling at things that usually wouldn’t even remotely tickle you, big ball of nerves.

“We’re in a trailer. Think, a big holiday park. Sort of dreary, it all looks the same, just, caravan after caravan after cara–”

“You’re talking to me like I’ve never been on holiday before.”

“Well for all I know you haven’t, Miss Workaholic. I’ve never seen you put down your work–”

You shut him up with a hit of a throw pillow to his face. Joe didn’t even flinch, just let it hit him square in the face and drop to the floor before giving you a blank stare for a second, all unimpressed.

Made you laugh. Again.

“Okay. So. Trailer park.” Joe made big eyes at you like a teacher would, directing you back to the task at hand. To why you were even there in the first place.

“Trailer park.” you repeated, sitting up a little, being a good student.

Joe frowned as his eyes had to focus on the script he was holding, turning a page and then flicking it back.

“Yes. Trailer park.” Joe confirmed absentmindedly.

He took another moment to seemingly find what he was looking for, eyes scanning before he reached up to pull his glasses from his hair. You sat pretty and waited.

Everything about the situation was objectively hilarious.

Joe had had to cancel on plans he’d made with you because of some changes in his schedule and now he had to learn lines at the speed of light meaning he couldn’t take you out for a drink. You didn’t mind – yes you did – and you’d casually said you could come over anyway. Help him out. Read lines with him.

“You’d do that?” He’d asked, carefully hopeful.

“Yea course!”

“And you’d like that?”

“As much as hanging out with you in general is a massive chore,” you’d joked. “It totally beats sitting at home by myself all night.”

And so you’d been invited over.

And now, Joe was nervous. He had just the one script, and handing it over to you meant that you’d see the little notes he’d taken. The scribbles and the arrows that pointed to more little notes, and for some parts even little sad or happy smiley faces. It would reveal a bunch of uncool shit about himself, not to mention the fact that Joe was breaking rules. None of this was meant for your eyes.

“Traiiii...” Joe was having a hard time finding what he was looking for and you started to grow impatient.

“I think we’ve got the location down.” you laughed, then suddenly your face dropped and turned faux serious. “Or, sorry, is this part of it? Of how you learn? Is that why it takes you fucking ages to–” you had to duck to the side as Joe threw the pillow you’d launched at his face earlier right back at you.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

Joe handed you the script, pointed from where you were going to read lines together, and then picked up a small notebook from the table.

He cleared his throat, gestured with a hand that meant, calm down, and then started the scene.

You read from the page, and Joe tried to do the scene from memory as much as he could, only occasionally glancing at look at his notes.

It took a few lines for you to actually calm down. To feel the jitters inside of your body slip away.

Joe was blushing still, though.

He’d never done this with you before, and he definitely felt silly, playing pretend with a pretty girl in his living room. But when you kind of started getting into it, found focus and fed him little words when he got stuck, it turned into actual acting.

You stayed seated on his sofa, eyes on the page, and Joe was all over the place. Pacing, using wild arms, facial expressions all over, repeating lines in different ways when they didn’t feel quite right after saying them the first time and... this was actually kind of fun.

And then props were introduced, but all wrong.

Joe needed to make a call, the script said, and he just grabbed the remote control of the TV as his pretend phone.

You stiffled a laugh, just about.

Then up next, he grabbed a nice crystal wine glass, held it out to you and it became more and more difficult to keep your giggles inside as you read ahead at what he was about to say.

“I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?”

You pretended you were handed something atrocious. Or, well, you tried to, at least. It was becoming very apparent who was the real actor in the room. When the script called for a bite of cake, something that would leave vanilla frosting on his face, Joe just perfectly mimed the action, and you were shocked at how you could see it.

There was nothing there.

But there was, though.

Wild.

Joe barely had to look at his own little notebook the longer you went, yet your stumbling and stuttering through lines increased as you read them aloud. It slowly shifted the anxiety from Joe over to you, and you didn’t like it one bit.

It felt silly, because Joe’s growing confidence didn’t have to mean that yours slowly withered, but, that was exactly what happened.

Joe noticed and in a bid to make you relax, he moved around the coffee table before sitting down on top of it, right in front of you.

“Here, take it back a little,” Joe folded a page back in the script that you were still holding, and pointed, his voice soft and gentle. “From here again.”

Joe had pointed at one of his own lines, so you kind of waited for him to start. But then he stayed silent, and when you flicked your eyes up at him, he was smiling.

“You’re holding the script. You lead.”

Oh. Yea, okay.

You went through the same bit of a scene again, this time with your knees touching his. Joe spoke in a much calmer voice, much lower this time around. The vibe shifted and now, it had you blushing.

Fucking adorable, Joe thought.

It made him want to grab hold of your face as you read. Press kisses all over your cheeks. The bridge of your nose. Your eyes.

There was not a chance in hell that Joe was going to actually get all his work done tonight, but if he was being honest, you’d already managed to do more than he’d expected beforehand.

You fucked up a line and went, “Wait, no... jesus,” and took a second to start over. When it was Joe’s turn to speak, he stayed silent again, and it made you look up at him, only to see him stare at you with the most lovesick grin you’d ever seen.

Disgusting. How dared he.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You knocked one of his knees with yours.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Joe said, not changing a single thing about the way he was staring at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and had to try really hard to hide a smile.

“Are you... are you getting off on me not being very good at this?”

Joe laughed, said, “No, you’re amazing actually.” before he leant in a little, clearly going in for a kiss.

It had you moving back.

“Um...” you held a hand up before you jokingly scanned the page in front of you. Turned it to check the next one too. “There’s no kissing in this scene.”

“Um...” Joe copied you, and was quick to take the script from your hands, turning it around so he could get a look himself. “Yea there is, actually. Look.” Joe pointed at a random line, and before you could even get a proper look, he’d already flung it to the side and lurched forward to get his lips on yours.

You shrieked into it, trying to kiss Joe back just as much as you were trying to push him away.

Joe laughed, and so did you, and you were just pressing smiles together for a second, giggling right into Joe’s cackles. He had to hold your face in both of his hands to keep you close.

“Maybe,” you murmured around kisses, “This wasn’t the best idea. I’m clearly not helping.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.”

Joe kissed you harder.

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar.” Joe sat back and made a face. Looked like a real douchebag as he scrunched his eyebrows together and smirked. “I’m an actor.”

You laughed as Joe reached to pick up the script he’d thrown to the other side of the sofa. Folded the pages back and handed it back over to you.

“Okay. So.” he got up, clapped his hands together and walked back over to his spot in front of the TV, notebook now discarded on the sofa. He was going to try without it. “We’re in a trailer.”

You smiled at him as you watched him try his best to get back into the zone.

“Trailerpark.” you confirmed, trying your best to match Joe’s vibe.

Serious business.

You frowned as you started again, but you were quickly stopped.

“Wait, sorry. Wait. Just, I’ve got to... hang on,” Joe planted a knee onto the coffee table and leant all the way forward. His hands found both your knees and he moved until he got to steal one last quick kiss.

Okay, two.

Three.

Quick, a fourth. Maybe a fifth.

“Joe,” you giggled.

“What?” a sixth.

“I’m here to help you work!”

“Well, then,” seven. “Stop being so fucking cute!”

Joe got a few more in. An eight, ninth and a tenth, before he scrambled back up onto his feet.

Joe took a second to smile at you before he cleared his throat. “Right. Trailerpark.”

You smiled right back.

“Trailerpark.” the end

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Christmas Miracle

Happy holidays everyone! Hope you enjoy your time off with your loved ones 💖

also, this wasn’t requested but i just got an inspiration and went with it, i’ll slowly work on the requests you’ve given me

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summary: you are one of Aurora’s childhood friends and you’ve made plans to celebrate christmas together until Pablo’s injury happened causing her to spend it with him. But she didn’t forget to invite you

pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of injury and surgery

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It was around 4 when you finally made it to Páez Gavira household holding some take-out for the dinner tonight. You had enough time to drop your suitcase at the hotel room you booked and make it to the night. Aurora and you were supposed to take a trip during this time but due to Pablo’s injury, she had to cancel. You totally agreed and encouraged her to do so, obviously. But she felt so bad to bail on you and invited you to join them. You tried to protest, you were fine being at home alone since your parents lived across Europe now but she wouldn’t listen. She also told you her family wanted you there as well, you were childhood friends and very close with their parents. You waited patiently as the door opened and you fully expected to see Aurora behind it but it was actually Pablo with his crutches. You felt your heart break but didn’t show it.

You and Pablo have had a complicated relationship, during your childhood, you all played games together but as the years passed, he became a typical teenage boy with attitude so whenever you and Aurora were together, you stopped hanging around him that much. Then he became slightly less annoying and you became friends again but it wasn’t as close as you once were. During this time he became a lot more muscular and you nearly forgot he once was the annoying boy who dropped water balloons at you from the second floor balcony. But you couldn’t think of him that way, it was wrong on so many levels so you always remained cordial. He, on the other hand, was always obsessed with you according to Aurora. Ever since you were little children she complained about his infatuation with you but you always saw him as a child, even though you were only a year older.

But seeing him with a longer buzz cut, your vision of the little brother of your best friend was shattered.

“Hi.” he smiled as you went inside.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked almost like a reflex but as you saw his sad eyes wished you didn’t.

“I’m sorry, I mean that’s probably your least favorite sentence right now.” you smiled apologetically as he shrugged.

“No it’s okay, you can ask. I hate it when others do it though.”

You brought the food in the kitchen as he followed you in the house. You hugged everyone then Aurora dragged you to her room for some gossip. She told you all about her relationship and you looked like you were listening but actually you were waiting for your turn.

“So, how’s Pablo?” you asked after she finished. You knew he was doing better but still.

“Ugh, I’m sick of you two. He’s always asking you and you’re always asking about him, but who’s asking about Aurora?” she mocked and you laughed. As you were about to respond, you heard her mom yell out about the table being ready so you went downstairs.

You went down and everything looked amazing, you thanked them again and again but they insisted you stop saying you were family. You were greatful for their kindness, holidays have been too lonely ever since your parents left the country and being a student, you couldn’t visit them as much as you wanted to.

During the dinner, your eyes kept shifting to Pablo, you knew he was going through such tough times but he seemed like he was handling everything like a champ. You really were proud of him.

“So, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend yet?” their mom said smiling suggestively. You froze for a moment as you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

“No, I’m still single. Just focusing on my studies I guess.” you politely said and your eyes met Pablo’s, he was trying to hold his smile.

The rest of the dinner was just pleasant, champagne glasses being served and finished in minutes as you felt relaxed, being with them always seemed to lift your spirit. After the dinner, it was time to exchange gifts. The Páez Gavira’s politely waited for you to do so. Seeing their expensive gifts made you feel uneasy about yours but they quickly made sure they loved everything you got them. Aurora gifted you a designer bag you wanted since you can remember and the parents bought a scarf for the holiday spirit.

It was now Pablo’s turn and his gift bag was smaller than the others, you tried steadying your shaking hands as you opened his gift. It was a diamond necklace with a pendant with your initial.

“I love it, Pablo this is amazing.” you said smiling ear to ear. He knew you so well, this was exactly a piece of jewelry you’d wear.

“C’mon put it on.” their mom said and you smiled turning your back for him to clasp your necklace. As his fingers touched your neck you felt goosebumps arose. You quickly turned back hoping he didn’t catch on, too embarrassed about your body’s reaction to him. Everyone’s attention turned to other gifts when you felt his eyes on you wondering his gift. You actually got him a sweatshirt and printed some inside jokes on it with his name on the sleeve. This was the best you could come up with your student loan but as he opened the wrapper, his face lit up.

“This is amazing!” he said and kissed your cheek, it was like a spur of the moment but you felt butterflies in your stomach, why was his touch burning your skin, you wondered.

“Y/N, your room is upstairs. Aurora, show her the guest room, okay?” their dad said as they were leaving the table to get some sleep.

“I’m actually staying at a hotel.”

“What?” both Aurora and Pablo asked in unison.

“Yeah, I dropped my luggage there before I came here, it’s actually pretty close.” you explained.

“No way we’re letting you leave at this hour and on christmas.” they told you over and over again but you didn’t want to be a burden. Their protests only stopped when you agreed to spend the night and Aurora gave you some comfortable clothes to sleep in.

It was now well past midnight and everyone nearly passed out in their rooms. But even though you were so tired, you couldn’t sleep so you went downstairs into the backyard of the house to spend some time. Soon you heard footsteps behind you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Pablo asked as he sat down next to you.

“Yeah” you smiled as he left the crutches to the side. He was wearing the sweatshirt you bought.

“I see you liked my gift.” you teased and he looked down, feeling embarrassed that he wore it the second he went into his room.

“It’s a very nice sweatshirt, has nothing to do with you. And you’re also wearing my gift.” he said fiercely. Pablo was always competitive but you enjoyed this side of him, most of the time.

“Well it’s a good necklace.” you repeated and he laughed.

“So how’s everything going?” you asked and he started telling you about his fears about his injury and you found yourself comforting him, both leaning your heads against the cushions, being too close. After the serious talk, the subject turned to lighter topics.

“And remember when you smashed Aurora’s Barbie’s?” you said with tears in your eyes from laughing too much.

“She broke my remote controlled car first!” he defended himself while laughing with you.

His laugh was like an epidemic, spreading onto you and you found yourself examining his face, with some facial hair and new hairstyle Pablo looked like a completely different person and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“You’re staring.” he pointed out and you looked away quickly ashamed that you got caught.

“I never said I didn’t like it.” he smiled.

“It’s just, you look different than I remember.” you confessed maybe with the courage many glasses of champagne gave you.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“You look more mature. Like I always remember you as the annoying kid running after us and now you look all grown.”

“So you don’t think I’m a child anymore?” he smirked.

You suddenly remembered a conversation you had with Pablo 3 years ago when you were 17. He mustered up the courage to tell you he liked you but you declined feeling weird about it, you told him you saw him as a child and it was wrong. Guess he never forgot it.

“Yeah, I think you’re more of a teenager now.” you giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious Y/N. Look we’re both over 18 and I still haven’t been able to get over you.” he confessed and you were at a loss of words. You never in a million years thought this was a conversation you’d revisit after years.

“Pablo, you’re still younger than me and Aurora’s brother.” you reminded him but he knew these were all excuses.

“But you said it yourself, I don’t look like the child you remember anymore.”

He was completely right, you didn’t think of him as a child anymore.

“Something shifted in your eyes and I can see it.”

He started leaning in but you freaked out.

“That’s not true.” It was.

“Really, so you haven’t changed your mind about me?” he challenged and leaned in even closer.

“No I haven’t.” you quickly said and tried looking away but he reached over to hold your cheek not letting you.

“So you don’t feel anything.”

“I- I don’t.”

“Then why haven’t you pulled back or slapped me?” you could see the smirk pulling on his lips and you cursed yourself for being under his spell. But he was right, you couldn’t pull away.

“Pablo” you whispered but he shushed you.

“Shh, let me try this one thing and if I’m wrong I’ll never mention it again. I promise.” he pleaded and you were too weak to say no.

He connected your lips slowly, no rush at all. The kiss started out small, just a peck but soon you couldn’t resist opening your mouth letting his tongue in. The moment his lips met yours, it was like fireworks went out and the outside world has stopped moving. It was just the two of you and you couldn’t get enough of the taste. His hand was still placed on your cheek and you didn’t even notice when he placed it on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t even pretend to not want it, just let him devour your lips and held onto his arm to steady yourself even through you were sitting down. He pulled away after a long time, smiling whilst your noses were touching. You couldn’t stop the smile forming on your lips as he went in for another kiss. You didn’t even know how long you sat there completely lost in each other, kissing over and over again.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” he whispered.

“I think I do, you were never good at pretending.” you teased again.

“Listen, I really want this Y/N and I- I’m crazy about you” you felt your heart warm up at how sincere he was being.

“I think you’re crazy, period but…” you paused “I think I really want this too Pablo, but the distance and-“

“We’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not letting you go.”

You just smiled and leaned on his shoulder whilst his hand stroke your hair and face every once in a while and you didn’t sleep at all that night, just happy you got a christmas miracle.

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[fran-in-the-deep]

Hi hi hi I feel it is my moral and legal obligation to request 28. I don't really have more thoughts than that so just go crazy. Thank u love u hope you're doing well - faye

28. German Christmas Market

A/N: Thank you for giving me another reason to write for this very specific prompt. I did not anticipate for this to get so long, nor for the Deutsche Bahn to become a major point of contention, but I thought it would be funny and very authentically German. Also I got stranded at a train station on the way home for the holidays, so I had some time.

Christmas Special - Hange x gn!Reader (Collage AU)

~1.8k | lots of fluff

It had been a nice idea initially, going to the Christmas market for a date. Have some overpriced hot punch and sugary food, look at nice lights and decorations and hold hands. All that preferably in the next biggest town over, where every second booth wasn’t run by students from uni you both knew. Going to a Christmas market and on a date on top of that was to get a break from daily life, not to get yet again reminded that the person who was making Crêpes for you still hadn’t done their part of the group presentation that was due in two days. Last years Christmas market had not been fun.

This year, the big obstacle would be even getting there. It had snowed a day ago and while snow was rare and it settling for long was even rarer, the time Hange and you arrived at the train station of your small town, everything still looked like winter-wonderland.

“I swear the app said our train wasn’t affected.” Hange’s glasses were foggy from their breath, scarf pulled up to their nose. “You saw it too, right? When I checked before we left?” They asked you before returning to their phone, checking the following connections only to find out that they were all cancelled as well, while you were half looking over, half leaning on their shoulder, huddled together against the cold wind blowing over the platform. Dressed in thick coats with various layers underneath you still felt them shiver slightly.

You wrapped your arms around their shoulders, trying to give a little bit of reassurance before Hange would start to blame themself for not having anticipated this specific situation. Because it wasn’t their fault, neither was it of the people working for the German railway, they must be extra stressed thanks to that train-wreck of an infrastructure that worked really good except when it didn’t. And sometimes that felt like more often than not. The German railway services did not like winter-wonderland.

“At least we’re not stuck somewhere else this time.” Upon voicing your thought, you felt Hange shake with giggles. “What is it? Was that so funny?”

They looked up at you, still in your arms, pulling down their scarf so you could see their wide grin. A small cloud of condensed breath escaped them. “I just remembered the time we went to the Aquarium on our second date and had dinner after. And then on the way back back home, we hat to sit in the train for two hours in the middle of nowhere because someone got stuck in the toilet cabin.”

“See, it could be worse.” You commented with a small chuckle. It should not have been so funny, but the way Hange told it was.

“Nah, it’s half bad.”, Hange leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “As long as a have you. Or no, wait. I’d gladly get stuck at any train station, as long as it’s with you. Or something romantic like that. Also, we still have all afternoon to spend time.”

Their cheeks and nose were tinged slightly pink when they leaned back, although that could be from the cold. Somewhere on another platform, a train was announced. It started snowing again, the kind of big flakes that should only exist in cartoon movies. Still standing at the now empty platform, Hange followed your gaze, taking your hand in theirs.

“You know, we could still try the whole Christmas market date, you don’t have any group presentations this year, have you?”

“Thankfully not.”

“Then let’s just go in, grab some food and make a run for it.”

And who were you to say no to that? Hange grinned, before pulling their scarf up to their nose again, only leaving their yet again clouded glasses and a few stray strands of hair visible between the scarf and beanie.

The latter with its sew-on patch of a long long fish that looked like an eel, but wasn’t quite one (maybe a little bit), wearing a Christmas hat was the latest product of Hange discovering that you could just order stuff like that on the internet. It had “HAPPY PHOLIDAE(S)!” patched under it, a pun that had been settled on as “Fröhliche Weihnachten!” was too long of a saying to fit into a beanie and “Frohes Fest!” didn’t lend itself well to puns with marine species names, scientific or common.

When leaving the train station, the two of you passed more exasperated travellers having gathered around the big display in the main hall that showed the current delays and cancellations.

“I hope they’re not gonna be stuck long.” Hange commented before stepping outside in the cold winter air again.

In typical winter afternoon fashion, the sun nearly set in the short time it took you two to make your way through the increasingly busy pedestrian zone. The closer you got to the Christmas market, the more Christmas-y it got. What had been a few front store windows with Christmas-Tree and snow themed décor slowly turned into lights being spun on ropes above the street and a random tree here and there. Hange slipped on some mushy snow leftovers from earlier that day when pointing them out and while you were fully prepared to go down with them by the way their hand still clasped onto yours, Hange caught themself rather quickly.

“You alright?” They asked you as if you were the one who just stumbled.

Gently bumping against their shoulder, you told them not to worry about you too much, just as the first wooden booth came into view. It was built to look like a small cosy hut with a bunch of Christmas decorations and lights thrown over it. Steam rose from the warmth of the Crêpe stoves that were hidden behind a stack of nutella jars. Next to it a booth that sold candles from plain to giant angel motives, as well as the kind of preciously self made ones that seemed to be too pretty to light.

Hange naturally gravitated to the candle booth to look for something fish related, strategically scanning the display from left to right while you looked from the other side. It was a game, a habit by now, to just look for fish related stuff wherever you went and help Hange search, even if you didn’t end up buying anything.

The same always counted for you, Hange had made it a habit of bringing little things around that either reminded them of you, they thought were funny or you’d like. With their associative way of thinking, that could either be something you didn’t know you needed or liked before and now cherished it deeply, or a package of napkins for a reason you didn’t really understand but that made perfect sense for them.

“Hm.” Hange brought their free hand to their chin, leaning slightly forward over what could be a starfish shaped candle or just a Christmas Star. “No, that’s not it.”

You hadn’t found anything either. Yet Hange didn’t dwell on it long, looking back at you instead.

“Let’s be basic and get some Crêpes with nutella then. I’m paying.”

“I’m paying the next time then.”

“Alright alright.” Hange laughed as they pulled you to the other booth with them, ordering and paying for the two Crêpes. The awkward waiting time and shuffling around to somehow signal you two had already ordered and no this wasn’t the start of the queue, everyone leave us alone please while we hope nobody will try to make small talk with us, just waiting for the food, thank you very much. It was worth the freshly made food though.

“We should get roasted almonds or something, we could take that home.” Hange suggested, munching on the Crêpes after some time to cool down on the way to the central market place by the church where most of the Christmas market was located.

It had a look of a small village with all the small wooden huts, yet in contrast to an actual village, there was a lot going on. Lights, decorations, the constant smell of food, sweet and savoury, Christmas songs blurring with the voices of people. A busy place that was mainly visited by families with their toddlers or friend groups of various ages from school to middle aged. The small town was too small and the Christmas market too insignificant to attract any buses with old people from across the country.

“Alright.” Hange took your hand again after quickly finishing their Crêpe, keeping you close as you tried your best not to get separated in the busy lanes. You looked at some of the handiwork displays together, one did woodworking, selling nativity scenes, another sold notebooks and paper works, there was another candle merchant and several booths with jewellery. None of them fish themed. A disappointment. These booths were tucked between the more dominant food booths, most of them selling sweet food and the one giant bratwurst grill in the middle.

After some time, you bought some hot punch for Hange and you in mugs that cost an unusual big pledge on top, but they were yellow and shaped like an old boot and hideous, so money aside, you needed to keep those. With those in hand you retreated to an alley outside, away from the noise and people for a bit.

“I forgot how loud kids can be. And just people. And we didn’t even find anything cool.” With a sigh, Hange rested their head on your shoulder. “At least it’s not as boring as I thought it would be. And we have avoided the booths by people we know.”

You were glad to have taken a break as well, all the intensity suddenly breaking in on you as you leaned against Hange in return. How were they so warm even through the like ten layers of winter coat? Your thoughts were interrupted when Hange lifted their head.

“Let’s just grab some more food and eat somewhere else. I think that’s enough Christmas market for me today.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shifted slightly to have a better look at their face.

“You’re the best, love.”

With these words, Hange pressed another kiss to your lips, soft, gentle, lasting a little longer than the last. The kiss tasted like punch, really sweet and somehow like Christmas. Whether or not it was celebrated, just more quiet hours spend together with the people you loved most.

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A/N: I'm super late, but Happy Holidays to everyone, hope these days are as good as it gets. If you made it till here, have some fun facts: "Schmalzkuchen" is a very tasty kind of fried dough but an ugly word in German, then I found out it's "lard cake" in English and just no. Pholidae are very cute and also called "gunnels" in English, in German they are called "Butterfisch" (yes, butter fish), which is also very cute. They have two subfamilies, four genera with a total of 15 species according to Wikipedia. So that's a lot of cute fish.

#hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hanji x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #aot fluff #hange fluff #hanji zoe x reader #fran-fiction writing #requests

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @pfirsichspritzer: College AU

Jyn’s late.  Of course she is.

All semester, she’s been trying to be a good little student, showing up to class on time, turning in her homework when it was due, finishing her required reading even if it meant staying up until two in the morning, studying for tests and pop quizzes and presentations, and this is what she gets.

Her stupid alarm didn’t go off, today of all days, and because it was the midterm exam, she couldn’t even say screw it and skip class. Half her grade depends on this stupid test.

Why have the gods forsaken her?

After rushing across campus at breakneck speed, out of breath and wheezing, Jyn finally reaches the classroom, wrenches open the door and —

It’s locked.

What?

“Class’s canceled,” comes a voice from behind her, and Jyn jumps half a foot in the air before wheeling around to stare incredulously at Cassian Andor.

Who’s sitting on the bench next to the door, phone in hand, looking at her with an inscrutably blank expression.

She hadn’t noticed him, but that’s not surprising considering her single-minded focus on just getting to class. Normally, she always notices him. Even when he seems determined to not be perceived. Her eyes always stray to him somehow.

“What?” she says, her voice a little higher, her heart still pounding.

“Draven sent an email. Class’s canceled. Midterm’s next week.”

You gotta be fucking —

Jyn fishes out her phone from her pocket, an annoyed groan on her lips when she sees the email he’s talking about.

“Fucking Draven,” she hisses as she slips her phone back into her pants, too angry to stop herself from bashing their professor. She never really liked the guy anyway, but now it’s personal. Even if it’s technically her fault for not checking her mail.

Is this what she risked almost getting hit by a bus for?!

“He sent it in the morning,” Cassian answers, though it doesn’t seem like he’s defending the man. If anything, he sounds a bit annoyed as well. At least behind that emotionless mask he usually wears.

“I didn’t have the time to check my emails, I was already late. What’s your excuse?”

He holds up his phone, shaking it with a wry little smile. “It went to my spam folder.”

Hah. Technology, right?

“Oh. Sucks.” Though that didn’t explain one thing. “So what are you still doing here?”

“I have a class after this. Just not worth it to go home.”

Jyn hesitates as she looks at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Now that she’s no longer terrified to fail the exam (because Draven is absolutely the type of teacher to fail her for being late), her heart rate’s returning to normal, and she realizes she doesn’t really have anything else to do until late afternoon. And here’s Cassian Andor, the guy she’s lowkey liked since the start of the semester, sitting in front of her. Alone.

A golden opportunity, if she’s ever seen one, just falling into her lap.

He probably doesn’t want company. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Cassian hang out with anybody besides the tall, blonde, square-faced guy who always looks annoyed at everybody (and yes, she’s been paying attention). But maybe she can be one of the exceptions then.

“I can wait with you,” Jyn says, managing to keep her tone neutral. Just a simple offer.

From a girl he hasn’t spoken to more than twice.

This was a mistake, she thinks as soon as the words are out.

Maybe he wants to be alone, maybe he has homework, maybe he wants to read a book —

“Okay,” Cassian agrees, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, and Jyn’s eyes almost go wide in surprise before she reigns herself in. Wait, really?

“Okay,” she echoes because she’s still overwhelmed with shock, and she doesn’t know what else to say.

Cassian stares at her expectantly as she stands there, rooted to the spot and feeling more awkward by the second.

“Are you gonna sit?” he asks eventually, and oh, right. Fuck, she’s an idiot.

“Yeah,” she says, hoping her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. She slips her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the bench but pauses as another idea hits her. “Or we could go grab a coffee. I know a great place not five minutes from here.”

“The Rogue?” Cassian’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and Jyn feels her mouth curl into a delighted smile.

“Yeah! You know it too?” It’s a small, cozy coffeeshop that many people tend to overlook. Most college students prefer the bigger, trendier places, but Jyn’s always like the Rogue because they serve way better coffee than Starbucks, and their prices don’t make you broke.

Plus the owners, Chirrut and Baze, are good friends of hers.

“Yeah, they have great coffee. Although Chirrut keeps trying to set me up with this girl he swears I’d like.”

“Hah,” Jyn snorts, “that’s just Chirrut. He does the same to me. He’s been trying to get me to meet this guy since…” She trails off, and their eyes meet as realization dawns on them at the same time.

A small bark of laughter escapes her before she can help it because it’s just so ridiculous.

Chirrut.

Of course he’d been trying to set her up with the guy she’s been crushing on since the first day of school.

“Huh,” Cassian says, a barely there smile playing on his lips. “Lesson learned then. Always listen to Chirrut.”

#rebelcaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #rebelcaptaintrees #pfirsichspritzer #therebelcaptainnetwork #rogue one #my fics #*rebelcaptain #*graphics #i went with a different edit this time than my usual moodboards hope you like it!!

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

When Happens In The Fencing Room Stays In The Fencing Room

Today was an unusual day in that classes were canceled because quite a few of the teachers came down with the flu. It was initially assumed that in a couple days they could recuperate enough to resume class as normal, but that didn’t happen. For right now, the students were highly encouraged to keep up with their studies and not slack off during this time. Wednesday rolled her eyes during this speech by Principal Weems. She doubted that many would take it to heart. These people would do anything to have more leisure time. 

Well, Wednesday wasn’t going to let herself fall behind in her skills. No one would likely be in the fencing room at this time, so she forced Enid into coming along with her. Enid had not wanted to, she had a date planned with Ajax and didn’t want to be tired afterwards, but Wednesday did not care. 

Bright and early Saturday morning, they went. Enid was yawning the whole way. It was her own fault for being tired. She should have gotten off her phone sooner and went to sleep. As soon as she pushed the door open, Wednesday saw the very person she could have gone without seeing. 

Barclay. 

“Seems we had the same idea,” Barclay was wiping down her sabre. 

“I didn’t tell her!” Enid said defensively when Wednesday shot her a look. “I didn’t even know she was going to be here, otherwise I wouldn’t have come.” 

Barclay stood up. “There’s enough room for all of this. Unless you can’t handle me staying here.” 

Wednesday sneered. “I couldn’t care less if you’re here or not. Just stay out of my way.” 

“Believe me, I’d rather do that,” Barclay scoffed. “But I need a partner. Divina bailed on me and I obviously can’t do this by myself.” 

“You and Wednesday can be partners,” Enid suggested. “We don’t need three people here...” 

“Stay,” Wednesday commanded, then addressed Barclay. “I suppose you can stay if you prove yourself useful. I’m not expecting Enid to be a formidable fencing partner.” 

“Hey!” Enid whined. 

“And you’re saying I am, Addams?” Barclay smirked. 

“Hardly. However, you can keep up, which is more than I can for most.” 

“I’ll take the compliment,” Barclay said. “I’m sure we can all manage to get in a shot.” 

None of them were wearing their uniform or gear. Coach Vlad wasn’t here to enforce it so Wednesday didn’t care. She’d thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of leggings while Enid had dressed herself in a bright ensemble that should’ve come with a warning sign. 

“If you’re ready,” Wednesday held eye contact with her. “Let’s begin.” 

“Wait!” Enid bent down. “I need to tie my shoe.” 

Wednesday wasn't going to wait any longer. She took a step forward, holding out her sabre. Barclay did the same. They circled each other, never once looking away. Then, at once, they attacked. Their sabre’s clashed, clanging loudly. Wednesday ducked, avoiding what would have been a blow to her face. Barclay would never let her live it down if she lost this early. 

Enid was back on her feet. She watched them, clearly nervous that one of them would strike the other on purpose. “Guys, be careful!” She squeaked. “We’re not even in uniform! Coach Vlad will be super mad if he finds out.” 

Wednesday discarded the warning. She was confident in a matter of minutes, she could beat Barclay. 

Barclay jumped forward, looking frustrated when that did not achieve what she wanted. Wednesday was easily able to get away from her. 

Their sabre’s smashed together some more. 

“Hang on!” Barclay stopped suddenly. She panted, holding a hand up to signal to Wednesday to cease. 

Wednesday refrained from rolling her eyes. Did Barclay think she was stupid? 

As predicted, the siren was bent over for only a few seconds, leaping up to try to get her. Wednesday got her instead. 

“That was brand new!” Barclay shouted at the hole in her shirt. It wasn’t big enough that it would need to be replaced, but she was aggravated nonetheless. 

“And yet you wore it to fence in?” Wednesday drawled. “Your stupidity astounds me.” 

While Barclay fumed, Wednesday was pleased with herself. She didn’t notice Enid coming up behind her until she felt warm fingers on the back of her neck. 

“Sorry, your hair was coming out of your braid and it was bothering me,” Enid said, fixing it for her. 

Unfortunately, she didn’t account for Wednesday scrunching up her neck to rid herself of the sensations on her sensitive skin. 

Her sabre dropped to the floor with a clang. 

“Get away from me!” Wednesday said quickly, stepping away, putting on a fierce glare. 

Enid was confused, but only for a second. She looked delighted. “Are you ticklish?” 

“No!” Wednesday lied. 

“What’s this about?” Barclay’s ears had perked up. 

“Wednesday squirmed when I touched her neck,” Enid told her. 

“I did nothing of the sort,” Wednesday could feel her face going red. She’d never liked tickling. She didn’t like being out of control and at the mercy of someone else. She really didn’t like the idea of Barclay finding out about a weakness of hers. 

Barclay looked like Christmas had come early. “Addams here is ticklish? Oh, this is too good.” 

“I’m not!” She snapped. 

Barclay and Enid shared some kind of silent communication. It made Wednesday feel uncharacteristically nervous, knowing nothing good could possibly come out of this. With grins on both their faces, they advanced towards Wednesday. 

“Don’t,” she warned them. 

“If you’re not ticklish,” Barclay said with a wicked grin, “then just prove it, Addams. It’s not that hard. Unless you’re scared.” 

Wednesday knew what she was trying to do. She was goading her into it. If she refused, it would be a dead giveaway. Plus, Barclay would use this as a means to gloat. 

And if she ever spoke of it in front of others... 

“Fine,” Wednesday relented. 

Barclay softly tickled her stomach. It was over her t-shirt, which should have provided some protection. But it was no match for the siren’s nails. She didn't laugh, but she did suck in her stomach. This was noticed by both girls. 

“I knew it!” Enid said. “You're totally ticklish.” 

Barclay smirked. Wednesday couldn't fight the blush that erupted over her face. She pulled herself away, clearing her throat. 

“Let us get back to work. Enid, I will duel you next.” 

“What’s the matter, nervous?” Barclay mocked, getting a quick tickle under Wednesday’s chin. 

She slapped away the siren’s hand, dread piling up in her stomach. 

Enid snuck up on her, taking advantage of Wednesday being temporarily distracted by tracing a fingernail down the side of her neck. Wednesday yelped, body jerking out of instinct. She knew she was done for it when Enid and Barclay smirked at each other. 

She didn't even have the chance to get a word out; one of them, Wednesday didn't even know who because it happened so fast, gripped her by the shoulders,  yanking her closer to them to keep her still. From there, several fingers poked at her ribs and abdomen. The shirt she was wearing did nothing for her, and worse, she was boxed in between them. She couldn't escape, could hardly move much or do anything about the undignified giggles that got stuck in her throat. It made her panic; she wiggled her hips to dodge the pointed nails and all too soon, the pokes turned into grazes that nearly made Wednesday jump out of her skin. 

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Barclay said slyly. 

Wednesday cursed to herself. 

“What was that?” Enid walked her fingers up Wednesday's side. She didn't go underneath her shirt, but it didn't tickle any less. 

Wednesday squirmed involuntarily. 

Barclay copied Enid; Wednesday was trapped, her sides being attacked simultaneously.

 “Aww, look at her!” Enid grinned, taking great enjoyment in watching Wednesday try to avoid the tickling but to no avail. 

Her knees buckled on her, she fell into a heap on the floor. The girls followed her there, and now Wednesday was on her back on the floor. 

Barclay took it up a notch, rolling up Wednesday’s shirt. They had her pinned down here, adamant on ensuring she wouldn’t escape, not that Wednesday thought she could. 

Against her will, her arms were lifted up, giving them access to her underarms. Wednesday’s eyes were squeezed shut, a smile rapidly appearing that she couldn’t stop. They stroked their fingers down her forearm and into her underarms. It shocked her how ticklish she was there. She’d never been tickled in that spot before. Wednesday desperately tried to wiggle away but could not. She'd underestimated Enid and Barclay’s strength. 

“You're smiling!” Enid said.

They dug their fingers in, pushing her shirt sleeve down just enough to grant them access. Their fingernails scratched in the middle of her underarms. Wednesday’s wiggling became worse but she could not get away. 

“You better not laugh, Addams,” Barclay teased her. 

Against her will, she whimpered.  Everything- her resistance, her body, was weakening. Laughter was building in her chest to the point of no return. She couldn’t fight it much longer,  not even by clamping her mouth shut, lips pressed together as tight as she could make them. 

“I can’t believe how ticklish you are,” Enid said, giddily. Somewhere in the midst of this, Wednesday cringed, knowing Enid would use this to her advantage whenever the opportunity arose. With her werewolf strength, Wednesday didn’t stand a chance. 

“Where else are you ticklish at, Addams?” Barclay said slyly. It was the kind of tone that let Wednesday know she was in trouble. 

Their fingers slowed down. 

She was able to take in some air, still squirming a little. Wednesday kept her mouth firmly shut. She wasn’t about to spill any more embarrassing secrets. 

“Not talking?” Barclay grinned. “Hmm...” 

She let her fingers wander, gliding them down from her underarm to the bottom of her waist. It was like hell on her skin. Those same fingers trailed up and down the side of her body, the siren humming nonchalantly. 

“Bit sensitive there?” She said without any sympathy. 

Enid followed suit, but only for a couple of times. She decided to give Wednesday’s side a devastating squeeze. It made an embarrassing sound escape from the goth girl’s lips, one that had her face burning with shame afterwards. 

“Oh,” Barclay said devilishly. “Nice one, Sinclair.” 

The siren winked at Enid, silently conveying yet another plan. Wednesday was given a brief reprieve, the tickling stopping altogether, her body slumping down in relief. 

It didn’t last long.

She was attacked yet again. Both of her underarms were helpless against the fluttering Barclay’s hands were doing. “Aww,” the other girl said cruelly, smirking at the squeaks Wednesday was making. “Is this too much for you? Do you want me to stop?” 

Wednesday nodded her head frantically, hating herself for doing it. 

“Too bad,” Barclay smirked. 

Enid was expertly swiping at her bare stomach, alternating between that and her lower ribs. She teased her too, cooing out, “Aw, someone’s a bit ticklish, huh? What about there? Or there? Is this a bad spot?” 

Somehow, it made it worse. It drew out high-pitched laughter from Wednesday, who could do nothing but endure the torture. She writhed on the floor, but only somewhat, still immobilized for the most part from the added weight of both girls. 

Enid’s colorful claws scraped down her sides all the way down her hip bones. There, her leggings were pulled down only slightly, just enough to give Enid a chance to poke at that area.  

Then, came some relief. 

Barclay was holding down her arms but wasn’t tickling her anymore. 

“E...enough,” she panted. Her face was flushed pink, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. 

“You’re in no position to demand anything, Addams,” Barclay tickled her under the chin. Wednesday giggled tiredly, moving her head and scrunching her neck to make it stop. “Wait ‘till everyone hears about this.” 

At once, panic rippled through her at other people knowing her secret. 

“We shouldn’t tell anyone,” Enid disagreed with this, frowning. Then, it was replaced with a grin. “But it can be our little secret. Right, Wednesday?” 

She tried to glare but was forced into soft laughter she couldn’t bite back; Enid drummed the tips of her fingernails on the top of her stomach. 

“Right?” Enid repeated. 

She would not lose any more dignity. She would not...

“Don’t make me bring the tickle monster out again.” 

Oh, how she despised being talked to like a child. Enid tisked when the only expression Wednesday made a scowl. 

“Uh, oh. Someone’s grumpy,” she singsonged. 

“We better cheer her up,” Barclay said. 

Wednesday braced for it, the swirl of fingers in her most sensitive spots, but she didn’t account for the new spot Enid sought out instead. 

She’d leaned back, reaching with her arms to the backs of Wednesday’s knees. Her body spasmed at the surprise attack. It didn’t tickle as much as her abdomen or underarms, but she still didn’t want Enid’s fingers there, scribbling away. 

“Rihihihight!” 

Enid stopped, beaming. Wednesday’s body sagged. 

“You know,” Barclay said, a smile of no good could be heard, “there’s one place you haven’t tried.” 

Wednesday felt her heart sink. 

Enid understood immediately. “That’s true! Are your feet ticklish, Wednesday?” 

“No,” she said quickly, her words coming out breathy. 

“I don’t know, Addams,” Barclay said nonchalantly, “you said you weren’t ticklish either and you lied. You’re probably lying about this too.” 

Enid pinned her legs down, sliding off her shoe in a matter of seconds. It did no good to move her foot around, it was grabbed and held still too. 

“Last chance to tell us the truth, Wens!” Enid called. She let fingernail trace on her big toe. Wednesday gasped involuntarily. 

“Looks like we know the answer to that,” Barclay hummed. 

How could this be happening to her? Never in a million years did Wednesday think she would be at the mercy of Enid and Barclay. And for them to be so ruthless, she didn't know whether to be impressed or horrified. 

“This is a pretty bad spot for me too,” Enid said, deciding to trace along underneath Wednesday's toes. She scrunched them, hoping to detour the blonde but that didn't work. Not when she could scratch the middle of her foot instead. Wednesday's body jerked. “Dang, Wens. That must be a bad spot.” 

“Take her sock off,” Barclay suggested. 

There was nothing Wednesday could do to stop her. Her black ankle sock was pulled off effortlessly, exposing her foot for Enid to torture some more. 

Before that could happen, Barclay must have been bored just keeping Wednesday still. She dragged her fingers up and down the goth girl’s underarms again, the tickling softer this time around but no less agonizing. 

Wednesday's laughter was unrecognizable to her own ears. It was frantic and helpless. 

“Plhehehease sthahahop!” 

“Hear you beg, Addams, is like music to my ears,” Barclay cackled. 

Wednesday was humiliated to be in this situation, and to have Barclay taunting her like that. Maybe it was a good thing she could hardly think at the moment, what with Enid’s torturous fingers stroking down her bare foot, driving her wild. 

“Is this why you’re never barefoot in our dorm?” Enid giggled. “You don’t want me to tickle you?” 

Wednesday’s laughter went up a notch. Barclay reached down to tickle her upper ribs, meanwhile there was little room to convulse with the way her arches were being explored. 

“Have you had enough, Wens?” Enid asked her cheerfully. She still hadn’t stopped. Her feet were still being tapped and grazed, her toes being the current victim of her misfortune.  

Through a peal of laughter, Wednesday squealed out, “Yhehehes!” 

“Hmm,” Barclay thought out loud, scratching the part of Wednesday’s stomach she could reach without straining herself. “I don’t know, Enid. maybe Addams wants to keep going.” 

The sound that came from Wednesday could not be described as anything but whining. She didn’t think she could take much more of this. 

“We don’t want to torture her,” Enid said. 

“Maybe you don’t,” Barclay said with a shrug. “I think Addams needs to be taught a lesson.” 

For the final time, the tickling came to a stop. Wednesday breathed in and out deeply to pull air back into her lungs. 

“I think she’s already learned it,” Enid noted with a mischievous grin. 

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[sulongmirko]

Ghost Train - a ZoLu fic - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: On Melancholy Hill

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Walking down the road with an umbrella in hand, Roronoa Zoro, a college student was currently listening to his favorite band while the rain poured down heavily on him and his friends.

"I still can't believe that this campus doesn't allow cars on school grounds." Nami, one of Zoro's friends was complaining as her shoes were getting wet. The others walking with him were his friends, Usopp, Tony (but everyone calls him Chopper), Jinbe and..... Sanji... if he can consider that dumbass a friend, yeah...over his dead body.

"It's okay Nami, I'll shield you from the rain." said the dumbass swooning over the redhead, Zoro sighed and turned the volume up on his phone so he can drown out Sanji's words.

He was listening to his favorite band, 'D3', a band that didn't stick to one genre, He was happy because he recently manage to buy a limited edition shirt that has the member's autographs on it.

It wasn't long before Zoro and his friends made it to campus, while they were all drying off, he saw a few more friends walk up.

3 staff members of the college came and greeted the almost-soaked bunch. The tall raven-haired woman, Robin smiled at all of them.

"I'm assuming none of you guys saw the weather warning and that classes were canceled today," Robin said with a small smile, in just seconds the group of young adults were sulking.

"My shoes are wet and I didn't even need to be here," Nami said as she found a chair to sit on in the campus lobby to wring out whatever she can out of her shoes. Meanwhile, Usopp and Sanji were checking their phones to see the message from the school.

Brook, the school's music professor just started laughing at the group, "Why don't we go to my classroom and warm up with some tea? Might as well wait until the weather calms down."

Franky, the school's number one handyman, went to get blankets from his 'stash' for everyone since they would be hanging out for a while. In a few minutes, everyone was in Brook's classroom making their selves comfortable.

"Wait, so if classes were canceled, why are you guys here?" Usopp asked aloud.

Franky and Robin were cuddled with each other, while Brook was still making tea for everyone. "Robin always shows up early for work, so I go with her and nap in her classroom before class starts, Brook is here because he's an early bird too and just happens to live 5 minutes away from campus," Franky answered the question.

The others just nodded, Usopp decided to work on homework he totally didn't put off last minute.

"Usopp? You guys didn't finish Professor Smoker's homework didn't you?" Chopper sighed as he grabbed his notebook from his backpack and went over to help him.

Everyone was doing their own thing, Zoro was napping still listening to his music before he felt someone kick his leg...hard.

"OW! What the hell Curly-brow!" Zoro yelled as he grabbed his knee, he took off his earbuds to glare at the man. Sanji just rolled his eyes and took out his vape to take a hit.

"Nami was asking you something moss-head,"   Sanji said as he blew smoke out of his mouth. Nami just rolled her eyes at the two, "Anyway, I was asking you Zoro, what are you doing for summer break? This is the last summer we have before we graduate."

Zoro thought, he didn't really have friends or family outside of the friend groups that were sitting with him currently. "Not much, the only thing eventful thing happening to me is that my shirt is coming in the mail in a few days," Zoro said plainly.

Nami smiled, Zoro was always like an annoying older brother to her, it was nice to see him be passionate about other things besides his kendo training, even if it was a band.

"It's sad, they were all our ages when they passed," Chopper commented while he was trying to help Usopp with his final assignment still.

Ah yes, Zoro's favorite band, all the members are dead due to a boating accident which led the three brothers to drown 2 years ago.

"The frontman was your favorite right Zoro? Ah, what was his name?" Brook asked as he tried to remember the names of the three younger artists.

"Luffy, his brothers were Ace and Sabo," Zoro replied solemnly, the group looked at him. They remembered how destroyed Zoro was when he heard of their passing in class a few years ago, even though Zoro would never admit it.

"Well Zoro, luckily for you my amazing Vivi, planned an outing for all of us for our summer break. Her family has a huge beach house on Dawn Island, that's the place where they were born weren't they?" Nami said with a knowing smile on her face.

To say Zoro was surprised about that would be saying the sky wasn't blue, he was interested from the first part of the offer but now that he has a chance to go see Luffy's home island. "Sure, why not?" he replied calmly even though his friends knew he was ecstatic on the inside.

"Well, there's only one week of classes left? When do we plan on going?" Robin asked Nami.

"I'll send you guys more detailed information in our group chat, but Vivi said roughly in 2 weeks," Nami answered.

Chopper was excited, he was shaking Usopp with happiness, out of the years they all knew each other, this is their first vacation together!

Sanji didn't need any convincing because "the ladies" were going, and Jinbe was happy as well, Jinbe hasn't been to a beach in so long.

Robin and Franky were happy since it will be a nice vacation for them and their friends, working on campus was draining.

"You would like it there too Brook! Vivi's family has the biggest music room I have ever seen." Nami told the older man.

"Well if you insist, Yohoho" he laughed.

Well, it was set, Zoro and his friends were going on vacation and he will get to see Luffy and his brothers home.

The weather was clearing up as they were finishing their conversation, and everyone decided to go home since it was the only chance they got before the weather gets crazy again, or at least according to Nami.

By the time Zoro got home, he was sleepy (like always). Before he knew it, he was already snoring on the couch of his dorm.

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[somedayistoday]

day 6 : things don’t go according to plan

Today was our day off from class. My friend and I had grand plans but we ended up sleeping in. Well, I ended up sleeping in. It threw everything off time wise so we didn’t do much together.

As soon as I was up, I showered and then we walked to the British Museum. We had gone before but only saw three exhibit areas. Going back we realized we didn’t miss much. They do have interesting objects but most of it is junk. I got to see the Rosetta Stone which was wonderful but there were so many people by it. Parents forcing their children to smile and take a photo in front of something they don’t really understand or are interested in.

I got some things at the gift shop that I’m excited about so at the very least it was worth it for that. We had to cancel our afternoon tea (which my friend really wanted to do) but it allowed me to do other things with the day. It was so far that we would have spent double the time traveling as we did drinking and eating.

Then, we headed out for food. I had found this place Salt & Pepper and it was a nice, quiet little place. I had a delicious panini before we stopped at two bookstores then headed back to the hostel.

The one bookstore was full of old books that people donated. The other was a radical/left thinking shop. They were anti American or more specifically “tax dodging tourists.” We went in there anyway and no one did anything, no American alarm went off and no one tackled us.

When we got back, I took some time to do my laundry but the dryer didn’t work so I had to hang dry everything anyway. That was a bit of a waste of money but I can wear my jeans again so that’s nice. It got everything clean so I suppose I can’t complain. It cost 5 pounds to do which is around $6. A bit stupid but you have to do what you have to do.

Some people on our trip had gotten 10 tickets to see The Woman In Black and they had one extra ticket so I asked if I could go. It was cheap so I was expecting it to be bad but it was really good! The actors were brilliant (oops the Brit is slipping in already) and it was a horror play which I was nervous about. I did in fact jump, one I believe I caught air but I amused the people I was sitting by at least so I suppose that was fun for them. I have another book to read now though so that’s a bit of a burden.

Then on our walk back we got McDonalds. I got a chicken wrap because it came highly recommended and a chocolate shake because the ones at home always make my stomach hurt. All of the ingredients fell out of the wrap which was excellent. I loved trying to put it back together it really made the meal better. The shake was delicious but did end up hurting my stomach a little but it was worth it.

When we got back I needed to blog and edit photos and prep for the exam in the morning so I did that until late.

Also, it turns out that the room right next to us has bed bugs. The staff didn’t do much until the students raised a big fuss and threatened to go home. They just ran their things through the washing machines a few at a time and called it good. We’ll see in Paris when all the rooms have bed bugs, (as we get new rooms every time) just how good of a job that did.

It was a good day but a long one.

[messers-moony]

Gone | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Fem!Potter!Reader

Summary: Remus gets extreme deja vu when Harry asks to learn the Patronus charm.

“Come on, James!” Remus exclaimed to the frustrated boy, “You got this. Think of something happy.”

James sighed, “I am!”

“Obviously not.” Sirius retorted, smirking with his arms crossed.

“What’re you thinking of, James?” Y/n asked.

“Hanging out with you guys.”

Remus paced, “What about that summer?”

“Which one?” James retorted.

“The summer where we all hung out at your guys’ place?” Remus recalled, “We all went to that muggle beach and hung out.”

“Maybe…”

“Try it, James.”

The spell was complex. Even for NEWT level students, it was tricky to complete. But just like everything else, Sirius and Remus excelled in doing it. They were always the smarter ones in the group, whether Sirius acted like it or not. The boy was indeed quite brilliant for his age. James almost wanted to blame it on his upbringing.

James sighed and relaxed all his muscles. He was taking a deep breath in and exhaling just as deep, thinking of that particular summer. The summer going into their sixth year. Sirius was splashing around in the ocean. Remus was reading a book with Y/n sleeping on his chest beneath the thing they called an umbrella. Lily was lying beside him with Marlene, talking up a storm.

He raised his wand and muttered the incantation, “Expecto Patronum.”

Silver streams began to form from his wand. It took a minute before it developed a true corporeal Patronus. Y/n gasped and smiled brightly. Sirius was smirked victoriously, and Remus was smiling. James had done it. After so many days of working at it, James finally did it!

“James, look!”

Expectantly James opened his eyes and saw a silver stag prancing around the room. His eyes could’ve filled with tears at the relief of finally accomplishing the spell. His smile was airy, and weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly he felt ten times lighter, as if he was walking on clouds.

“It’s- It’s a stag.”

Sirius snorted, “No shit.”

Remus felt an extreme sense of deja vu when Harry asked him to perform the Patronus charm. He almost wanted to say no. It brought back so many memories of sitting in an empty classroom with his friends all around him as he helped James perform the spell. It took hours and many late nights, but James had finally succeeded.

Harry came in and began to observe the room around him, “You're sure about this, Harry? This is very advanced magic. Well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level.”

“If Black can fight the Dementors, I need to know how too.”

James and Harry were so similar in many ways. Their stubbornness and their strive to know more. It made Remus stare longer than intended because all he could hear was James’ voice, “Remus, I need to know this!”

“Very well. The spell I'm going to teach you is called the Patronus Charm. Ever hear of it?” Harry shook his head, “A Patronus is a kind of positive force. For the wizard who can conjure one, the Patronus works something like a shield. The Dementor feeds on it instead of him.”

The trunk Remus had in his office began to rattle; he snapped his fingers to bring Harry’s attention back on him, “But in order for it to work, you must think of a memory. And not just any. This memory needs to be a very happy one. And powerful.”

Harry nodded in response, “Got something? Good. Let it fill you up. Lose yourself in it. Then speak the incantation: Expecto Patronum.”

“Without your wand...” Remus added.

“Expecto Patronum...”

Professor Lupin smiled, “Right then. Shall we?”

Harry nodded and raised his wand as Remus began to open the trunk, “Concentrate, Harry. Concentrate...”

Y/n whined, “You aren’t concentrating, James!”

“I am, though!” James spat frustratedly, throwing his wand across the room, “I’m really trying!”

“I don’t get it!” James continued, “How come you can do it perfectly, and I can’t.”

“Because I have a happy memory.” Y/n replied.

James turned, “What’s your memory, huh?”

She and Remus blushed, “Probably best you don’t know.”

The case flung itself opened, “Expecto... Patronum...”

The candles began to flicker as coldness filled the room. Harry started to tremble, staring at the dementor cloaked in its darkness as it continued to get closer to him, “Expecto... Expecto...” His wand clattered to the floor.

“Riddikulus!” Remus shouted, and the Boggart was sent back into the case.

Remus fished through his pocket to grab a chocolate frog and placed it into Harry’s trembling hand, “Quickly.”

Harry took a bite, “That's one nasty Dementor.”

“Boggart, Harry. The real thing would be much, much worse.” Professor Lupin informed, “Just out of interest, what were you thinking of? What memory did you choose?”

“The first time I rode a broom.”

“That's not good enough, Harry. Not nearly.”

“Remus, I promise I’m trying!”

Remus sighed, “I know that, James, but your happy memory isn’t good enough.”

“How is my little sister being born not good enough!”

“Do you even remember it?”

James looked offended, “‘Course I do! It was the day that I learned to love someone more than myself.”

“As touching as that is.” Sirius interjected, “We need a new memory.”

James groaned.

Harry looked toward the window, “There's another. It's not happy exactly. I mean, it is. It's the happiest I've ever felt. But it's... complicated.”

“Is it strong?”

Remus could see Harry’s big green eyes staring back at him, the way Lily used to when she was desperate. It was the same look she gave him, begging to have James ask her out one last time after he claimed on giving up on her. It was the last time he ever saw that look in her eyes.

“Then let's try it.”

He took a deep breath, “Think, Harry, think-“

“Just do it!”

Remus blinked and opened the trunk again. The dementor appeared again. The dry coldness filled the air once more. Harry’s hair began fluttering as the breeze of cold began to hit him. He clenched his jaw staring at the cloaked figure before him.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Despite his trembling, he continued to hold his wand. A silver stream flew from his wand, making a barrier between himself and the dementor. The cloaked figure began to falter, and Harry’s legs felt like Jello. Professor Lupin stood in front of him before removing it once more. The dementor disappears in the case, and Harry lets his arm drop.

Remus stares at him with the same proud look he gave James, “Well done.”

“I think I've had enough. For today.”

The Marauders made their way up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius had fallen upon his bed staring at the ceiling. Remus had pulled Y/n to lay in front of him with his back against the headboard. James flipped face-first onto his bed. He was groaning upon feeling the soft material beneath him.

“I think I've had enough. For today.”

Sirius snickered, “Jokes on you, mate. You have Quidditch practice in an hour.”

“Cancel it.”

“No.” Sirius replied, “We go against Slytherin in just a couple of days. We need this practice.”

James scoffed, “We don’t need it.”

Y/n and Remus chuckled at the bickering boys. Remus knew that in an hour, he’d have to let her go so she could do her duty as Seeker, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to make more happy memories with her, more memories to create a Patronus with. He dug his nose into her hair, breathing in deeply.

If Remus tried hard enough, he could still smell her shampoo or her perfume. He sat on the same stairs Harry had moments ago, watching the night fade slowly. The stars were bright, and he could make out almost every constellation. Sirius and him used to sit in the Astronomy tower together mainly after Sirius got a letter from his parents. So he’d talk about the stars and what they mean.

Pitifully Remus waved his wand, “Expecto Patronum.”

A beautiful silver wolf appeared from the tip of his wand. It jumped around him and looked around cluelessly as if looking for something. Tears filled Remus’ eyes as he stared at the glittering wolf that was slowly disappearing but prancing around the room, looking for its old friend. The beautiful female wolf that used to nuzzle its nose and lick its cheek.

“It’s gone.” Remus croaked, “It’s all gone.”

The wolf had dissipated into thin air and had left a crying Remus sitting on the stairs.

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Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

—

Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

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NCT Dream Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

warning: there’s like a swear word or two in jaemin’s

by the way, would you guys want me to add shotaro and sungchan as a bonus into these since they’re not in a permanent unit yet?

also no, i absolutely do not have a crush on jaemin, what are you talking about?

Mark

It was so cold, so unbelievably cold in Mark’s apartment. You told him to fix the heating but he’s been too busy binging Netflix to bother. Shivering in your thin tee, you rummaged through Mark’s closet for something warm to wear. If he wasn’t going to get the heating sorted, you were going to steal every last one of his hoodies until he had no other choice.

Throwing the black, oversized hoodie over your head, you made your way downstairs and plopped on the couch beside him, making him turn his attention away from the TV screen and towards you.

“Is that my- Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes, it is. Actually, it’s now mine, at least until you get the heating fixed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

Laughing, he threw his arms around you and started mumbling into your neck.

“Gosh, you’re so cute, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine, surrendering. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Renjun

You stayed over at the Dreamies’ dorm with the intent of catching up with them since their busy schedule meant you barely saw them - especially your boyfriend. A sleepover and a movie night seemed like a great idea.

The boys already had a table stacked with snacks and drinks.

You made the awful decision of wearing denim shorts, which meant twisting and turning for the first thirty minutes of the first movie Jeno picked until he had to go to the toilet and you paused it.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, seeing your discomfort.

You shook your head, looking over at your boyfriend. “Do you have anything comfortable I could wear?” you asked, a puppy-like look on your face (or at least an attempted one), and he obliged, bringing you a pair of his sweatpants.

Once Jeno exited the toilet, you changed into your boyfriend’s clothes, coming back into the living room. Upon seeing you, Renjun burst into laughter, the already slightly baggy (on him) sweatpants completely drowning out your legs so it looked like you were wearing a trash bag over them.

“Y-You l-look great-”

He managed between laughs, covering his face, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he nearly fell on Jaemin. He was hoping his hand also covered his blush because - although he wasn’t sure what exactly it was - something about you wearing his clothes made him feel fuzzy inside and he hoped to see you in them again - just maybe in different circumstances.

Jeno

Out on the beach with your friends was the best way you could think of to spend the last weekend off before school. You sat on the sand, watching Yeri and Jaemin splash each other with water, their swimming suits soaked. They've been at it for the past fifteen minutes, and it all started because Jaemin drank one espresso too much and threw Yeri into the water.

You sat next to Jeno, both of you watching your friends laugh, and next to him sat Renjun, who typed on his phone like his life depended on it. You and Jeno didn't speak much; you were a bit awkward around each other, you'll admit, but that's only because two months ago, you kissed during a game of spin the bottle, and it was a little more heated than you would like, and now maybe, just maybe, you've developed a crush on the black-haired boy.

It was weird - you've known him for three years, and never looked at him that way. Only after the kiss, you started seeing him as this handsome guy with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiled, and not just a friend who wasn't ugly.

Your two friends finally got out of the water, making their way to their towels and drying themselves off. You shivered, the evening weather finally catching up to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rubbed the skin harshly, hoping to generate some heat, and hoping you'll be making your way back home soon.

Renjun noticed this and shoved Jeno with his elbow, gesturing to you. When Jeno gave him a confused look, he rolled his eyes and started tugging on Jeno's jacket in an attempt to take it off. They had a little fight to the right of you, but you were none the wiser and ignored them until Jeno cleared his throat. You looked in his direction to see him taking off his jacket and draping it across your shoulders before giving you a small smile.

"You looked like you needed it."

You smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of you looked at the sand beneath your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

To your left, Jaemin and Yeri exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. You were both so goddamn oblivious.

Haechan / Donghyuck

You clipped your hair back with the lonely bobby pin in your pocket, pulling the jacket around you tighter to brace yourself for the ruthless winds outside. Exiting the shop with Donghyuck by your side, you picked up your pace to make it home before it became any colder or windier - which it did, a minute into your journey.

The wind made your eyes water and you shrunk yourself, head down, ignoring your boyfriend, who began failing to catch up to you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm wrap around your neck and turned around to find your boyfriend securing his scarf around it, unzipping your jacket to tuck it underneath, then zipping it back up. It left his neck exposed due to the low-cut t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket, and you frowned at the sight of it, opening your mouth to protest before he interrupted you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than me.”

Wrapping his arm around you, thus offering you even more of his body’s warmth, he led you towards his apartment, where he made you hot cocoa and cuddled you until you felt warm again.

You still didn’t take off his scarf, and he never asked for it back.

Jaemin

Maybe you didn't remember much from last night, however, when you woke up with a white, oversized denim jacket hanging from your desk chair, you were reminded of Jaemin - a loud and charming boy from one of your classes - lending you the covering after he walked you home after one too many drinks. In your defence, you bet with your friend that you could handle more shots than her, and won (the vomiting-in-the-garden part doesn't matter).

You got ready and rushed into your lecture hall, sitting somewhere in the middle and eyeing the students to spot the black-haired boy. When you managed to finally do so, he was already talking to one of his best friends, and the professor had started the lecture.

At the end of the lecture, you went up to Jaemin, who again, had busied himself talking to his friend. But when the other boy, Lee Jeno, saw you, he slapped Jaemin across the chest to get his attention.

Finally, Jaemin turned to you, taking a second or two to take in your appearance, his denim jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. He almost laughed, his smile getting bigger than you've ever seen it. In the background, Jeno was laughing his ass off at Jaemin's reaction.

You cleared your throat. "Sorry, I just saw it on my chair today. It's yours right?" You took the jacket off of you and handed it to him once the boy nodded his head. "Thanks for last night, I don't know how I've survived but you certainly made it easier. Anyway, I'll see you later. You too, Jeno."

The older boy waved his hand at you and walked to Jaemin as the two of them watched you leave. "They looked good, huh?"

Jaemin looked to Jeno and smiled. "Fucking gorgeous."

Chenle

You may or may not have gotten too comfortable during your last few weeks of university, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie every day around your house, only swapping out the bottoms for a pair of jeans when going out. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the last time you put any effort into your appearance.

However, the dreadful day came when you had to meet Chenle's friends. You weren't dating for long, only a couple of weeks at most, so you felt the need to impress both them and your boyfriend. Thankfully, the plan to go to an amusement park were cancelled and swapped out for a movie night, so you felt okay with throwing on a hoodie and calling it a day. Spotting a bright blue coloured one in the corner of your bed, and realising it's Chenle's, you quickly pulled it over your head and rushed out of your house after realising you were late.

You were shaking the whole way to Jisung's house, hoping to calm down by the time you got there. He graciously let you inside and introduced you to two other guys and a girl, and you hoped they would spare you the embarrassment of wiping their hands after touching your sweaty palm.

"I like your hoodie," the girl said.

"Oh, thank you. It's Chenle's, actually," you replied after a beat. "Um, where is he?" You looked around, unable to spot the blond boy.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched scream coming from your right, an exclamation of "cute!" yelled your way, right before being tackled to the ground by the man-child in question. He pulled the hood over your head and grinned down at you.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Jisung

Grabbing a book off Jisung's bedside table, you plopped on his bed with nothing but his thick, blue robe on. Admittedly, it was warm and cosy; definitely something you would have to steal. You skimmed through some of the pages of the history textbook before becoming bored and chucking it next to you.

Standing up from the mattress, you wandered around his room, waiting until he finished his shower.

"Hey, have you seen my-" Jisung came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to his chest, "-robe?"

He sighed, looking at you in his garment as you smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Can I have that back?"

You skidded across the room to stand in front of him, going on your tip-toes and giving him a peck on the lips. "Nope."

Jisung shook his head at your antics before going to change into some clothes.

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ENOUGH FOR YOU – j. debrusk

warning(s): small amounts of angst and overall sickeningly soft fluff.

summary: love and relationships– something you so desperately craved and wanted, but wouldn’t allow yourself to have thanks to a fear of vulnerability and a past heartbreak. after the end of a fling, you notice a pattern across all of your past flings that makes you feel as if you’re unloveable. a rant to your best friend gives him that push to finally take the step in confronting his feelings for you and his chance at showing you that you’re worth everything and more.

word count: 8.907

an: yikes this one’s been a long time coming. literally this has been sitting half finished in my drafts for who knows how long– it started out as a self-indulgent fic bc those are some of the best ones lol but anyway, the twin brother of the reader is a made up player for the bruins and ya well, enjoy!

“Peter, I’m sorry. But I can’t give you this rose.”

“Good choice!” You mumble through the bite of your chipotle bowl, pointing your fork at the flat screen. “He was a dick anyway.”

You were sitting in your best friend Jake’s apartment, sitting on his couch with the Boston Bruins fleece blanket you’d made him for Christmas last year. The lights off everywhere but the living room, leaving you sitting in the dimmed room. Jake was out with your twin brother and the rest of the team, celebrating a big Saturday win. Why they decided to go out on a Monday night when they could’ve just celebrated yesterday on Sunday was beyond you.

Normally on Monday nights, you would be sitting right here on Jake’s couch with him beside you, the two of you munching on chipotle bowls, though his was always heavier on protein than yours, and watching the new episode of The Bachelorette. But tonight, tonight it was just you, your chipotle bowl with extra of everything, a side of queso, chips, a mixed drink, and your feelings. Oh, and Michelle, the new Bachelorette.

This wasn’t your original plan, no way. Originally, you were supposed to meet Lucas– a boy you met in undergrad and for the last two years, had an on and off fling with– at Panera for lunch. As a matter of fact, he had sent you a text earlier that morning– “hey, wanna meet up? lunch at Panera on me @ 1?” Immediately, you said yes. It’d been a little over three weeks since the last time the two of you had hooked up and you needed a release. So that morning, you showered, shaved completely, canceled your Bachelorette night plans with Jake, which he was okay with since that meant he could go hang out with the guys, went to work, and met Lucas up for lunch.

You already planned on what you were going to get– just a greek salad. You weren’t wanting to eat too much before you guys went back to his apartment. Having a full stomach wasn’t exactly ideal for a dick appointment.

Turns out...you got way, way ahead of yourself.

Lucas didn’t text you for a ‘let’s grab lunch and then go back to my place and have sex all over my apartment’ meet-up. He texted you for a ‘hey, we can’t hook-up anymore. I met someone and I really like her’ meet-up. His word-for-word verbatim was– “I met her that morning after our last hook-up. Remember how we both woke up super early? I couldn’t go back to sleep and I actually had time to stop and get coffee before work. Turns out we both ordered the same thing and went to reach for our drink at the same time. She does graphic design like you, but for BU and she’s a first-year grad student. This was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed getting to know you and you’re great, but...I really like her and we’ve been sort of dating the last three weeks.”

Thankfully, you didn’t have to sit through that lunch, Lucas receiving a text from his boss saying he needed him to come back and run through an assignment real quick. So, the two of you grabbed your orders to-go and went your separate ways for good. Him back to a law firm downtown and you, well...you went back to TD Garden and went back to work.

Work, being your last year of your internship with the Bruins creative services department doing graphic design. An internship that your twin brother had suggested you apply for after graduation. One that after your interview, you had them promise that they wouldn’t hire you just because of who he was. And when they assured you that they’d put your skills and knowledge way above your connections, you were much happier to accept the job.

Logan Wynn may have had a lot of connections, and one connection got you a foot in the door of applying for that internship, but it was your skills in graphic design that had them bring you back for a second year– a second year, that if everything went smoothly...you’d be finding yourself in a full-time position in the department. News you were told today, just before lunch in fact.

None of that mattered now, since all you could focus on was your dumping in the middle of waiting for your Panera order. And it wasn’t even the dumping that bothered you. Lucas was nice, sure. Was he good in bed? Yeah, but not your best. He wasn’t someone you saw yourself ending up walking down an aisle to either.

It was how he said it and why that really bothered you...because it wasn’t the first time a guy had dumped you for someone else he had in mind. Nor was it the first time a relationship had ended on a friendly note like that. It wasn’t even the first time that a guy had said you were great and nothing was wrong with you, it was just that he found someone he liked better– but reiterated that you were still great.

Dating back to your freshman year of high school, that seemed to be the way your relationships ended— if you could even call them that. Logan liked to call them your “almost” relationships— close to being official, but something always stopped it from happening:

The guy always found another girl he liked better.

But even worse? You were the reason why they did. No matter how many compliments they showered you with— ‘you’re great, ‘I do like you, ‘you’re beautiful’, ‘any guy would be lucky to have you’— or how many times before they walked away, they tried to convince you that it wasn’t your fault they wanted to end it…it was. You were the reason why they always ended it.

And you’ve always known that things would end the same, even from the very beginning, you knew. But that didn’t mean that watching every failed attempt at a relationship end, hurt any less.

It wasn’t like you had some severe background family trauma either. Your parents had an amazing, practical fairytale romance— sickeningly adorable and married for almost 30 years — you grew up in a loving household and surrounded by perfect examples of just how great love could and should be.

But when it came to your own relationships...you were scared.

Scared of fully giving yourself to someone beyond just that physical level, but actually opening up to them and letting them know your hopes and dreams, what keeps you up at night and learn about your childhood. Scared of letting yourself be vulnerable with them, always wondering if there’s something that would scare them away– even if you’ve been told time and time again that there was nothing wrong with you. Ultimately, you were scared that you’d finally open up to someone and get comfortable with the vulnerable, only for something to go wrong and they leave– leaving you beyond heartbroken.

You’ve seen the breakups in movies and shows, you’ve read them in books, you’ve witnessed your closest friends go through the most heart-wrenching moments that caused you to cry along with them, always wondering how someone could ever risk or be okay with breaking such pure and loving hearts.

It scared you because you never wanted to find yourself feeling that way again. Your parents always used to say that sure, thanks to growing up with Logan and another older brother, you knew how to hold your own ground and never let anything show– but even then, you were still sensitive on the inside. And no matter how much you hated showing that vulnerability, it was still there and it was never going away.

And it wasn’t like you haven’t tried to get past those feelings, because you have. Hell, even Logan has tried and set you up with some of his teammates while the two of you were in high school– of course, you trusted him because he wouldn’t set you up with a total ass– and there was one guy where you thought that maybe being vulnerable wasn’t so scary.

His name was Casey and he and Logan had been teammates the moment Logan started playing with the Junior Terriers– both even going on and committing to BU and playing their freshman year together before deciding to go off into the draft.

Normally, you were wary of showing any kind of interest in your brother’s teammates and friends because you never wanted to cross that line or risk ruining a friendship of your brothers– but Logan was the one who actually suggested that the two of you start talking. And he did it by inviting the two of you to join him on a double date with his now fiancé Francesca. It was about as innocent as a first date at 16 could go– the four of you playing mini-golf before ending the night walking around a nearby park and eating ice cream.

Casey was everything that you thought he wouldn’t be– and by the end of the night when the two of you let Francesca and Logan have some space ahead of you on the walk back to his car, Casey had not only offered you his jacket but had asked if it was okay if he held your hand. You said yes, he told you to keep the jacket until your next date and the two of you exchanged numbers before he kissed you on the cheek and helped you into your brother's car before getting into his own and driving away.

It was easy to say that based on that first night alone, you’d become hooked on Casey Wells. The two of you snapchatting every day, texting every day. You already went to your brother's games before, but now it wasn’t just Logan you were cheering on. The two of you went on your own separate dates while still joining Logan and Francesca every once in a while. He wasn’t your first kiss, but he was your first time and you knew that you felt deeply for him due to the way he went out of his own way to make sure you were comfortable and safe, all while trying to make his bedroom as romantic of a room as possible with a 16-year-old hockey boys room could be.

You didn’t want to seem like such a cliche– fall in love with the boy who took your virginity– but you couldn’t help it. Casey was everything all those different boys in those YA books you loved to read so much were but wrapped up in one person. He was kind, caring, he yearned to learn your likes and dislikes, he surprised you with your favorite things, he would listen to you rant about your bad days or rave about your good ones. He joined your family vacations and you his.

He was the first boy you ever loved and had ever dropped those stone-cold walls you kept so high for. The first boy to ever make you feel comfortable being vulnerable around– even going as far as to saying ‘I love you’ for the first time in your life after that first year of dating.

And then freshman year at BU...you saw the Snapchat.

It was after a big win and there was a party on campus. You had gone to the game to support Logan and Casey, bundled up as warm as you could be since you had been feeling under the weather for the last two days. You congratulated them both before wishing them a good night and going back to your dorm, skipping the party so you could get some extra sleep. When you woke up Saturday morning, you felt a lot better than you had been feeling the previous few days...until your roommate walked in with coffee and breakfast for the both of you, the look on her face saying that things weren’t all that great.

It was from another one of Logan and Casey’s teammates' stories of a group of people playing beer pong and in the background, you could see a couple all wrapped up in each other, laughing and smiling. You didn’t want to believe it was Casey– it could’ve been one of the other teammates. But when the story continued on into the next snap, the couple turned and you were hit with the crushing reality that it was Casey, only able to see his face for a few seconds before the brunette in his arms (who you recognized as a member of the women’s hockey team) pressed her lips against his and the two were locked in a kiss that lasted one second too long for your liking.

Two years of your life had come tumbling down in a mere matter of seconds, your heart crushed in shambles from the aftermath of his actions.

And everything you didn’t want to happen...happened. You confronted Casey about it, crying more than you had ever done before and while he admitted his guilt, the fact that he wasn’t sad about what he had done, only made it worse. Logan found out after walking into their shared dorm room coming back from lunch with Francesca, therefore walking in on your argument.

Their friendship was in ruins, your relationship was done, your heart shattered, and later that night when Casey asked if he could stop by to exchange your things you had managed to gather up the courage to ask him why he did it. He didn’t blame it on being drunk, he never once didn’t own up to his actions– that much you were thankful for. However, it was when he told you “Riley and I get along great...we have more things in common, the chemistry was better. I swear it’s nothing you did because I love you, I really do. But, it’s easier with her” that ultimately shattered the remaining pieces of your heart.

“I swear it’s nothing you did.” “I love you.” “It’s easier with her.”

Perhaps those were the phrases that kept you on the path you’d been on from the moment your relationship with Casey had ended. Before him, you were barely teetering the line of only keeping a man at bay in fear of him breaking your heart, but after the one guy who did– it was like he himself had shoved you over it and you’ve been walking down that road ever since.

It was easier to move on post-breakup when Casey got drafted to the Kings and went out west. It was even easier when Logan got drafted and became a hometown boy on the team he’d grown up idolizing– the Boston Bruins. You had your friends and your family to help you move on from the crushing heartbreak, but more importantly–and maybe a little bit self-destructive– once you were ready to step back out into the dating world, you did.

Initially, it really only started as flings. You talked with the guy, got to know him, you were each other’s main hookup– that’s pretty much how it went your next two years of college. But senior year was when it changed and you found yourself slowly entertaining the idea of a relationship. Maybe it was because your brother was engaged, maybe it was being surrounded by the loving relationships of his teammates, or maybe it was because your heart was telling you that you were ready to take another leap of faith.

Though you never let it get the chance, nor did it ever seem to have the chance.

Because everything always ended the same– you kept them at arm's length and they found someone who didn’t.

You heard the front door open and looked away from the tv long enough to spot Jake walking into the apartment before focusing your attention back to the screen where Michelle was having a one on one date with Clayton, continuing to eat your chipotle bowl.

“Hey,” Jake said, walking towards the kitchen island and dropping his keys onto the counter before walking beside the couch, looking at the tv. “What are you watch– oh shit, it’s Monday.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders before pausing the tv. “We were gonna watch it tomorrow, remember?”

Jake looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Not that I’m bothered or anything, but if that’s the case...you’re sitting alone in my apartment...on my couch and watching it without me, why exactly?”

“Plans changed,” you shrugged again, moving the blanket off the empty spot beside you. “Didn’t feel like sitting in my apartment alone. I could’ve gone to Logan and Fran’s, but you know how gross they get when they’re trashed. Besides, I knew you’d come home eventually.”

He walked around the couch and sat down next to you, reaching forward and grabbing the chips and queso you’d ordered before draping the other side of the blanket over his legs and propping his feet up on the table. “What makes you think I was coming back home alone though? Totally could’ve cockblocked me if I brought a girl home and she sees another girl on my couch shoving chipotle into her mouth and downing a vodka cran.”

“You don’t know it’s vodka cran,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Besides, I’ve been out with you guys multiple times, and even when the opportunity presents itself, you never take a girl home– hell, you don’t even go to their place.”

“Doesn’t mean I couldn’t have done it tonight,” he replied, munching on a chip. “And I know it’s a vodka cran because I know you, Y/N.” He grabbed another chip, this time dipping it into your bowl and scooping some of the contents out. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhhm. Which means I also know that you’d never go against our friendship pact by watching the Bachelorette without me. And I also know that you only drink while watching it when you need to drown yourself in your feelings...not to mention your bowl is pretty packed– or was.” He grabbed another chip, dipping it in queso and looking at you. “So, are you going to tell me what happened? Because last time I heard, you canceled our Bachelorette date for plans.”

You moved some of the contents of your burrito bowl around with your fork, feeling Jake’s gaze on you continue to linger as he waited for a reply. “The plans weren’t what I thought they were.”

“Did something happen?” He asked, turning towards you on the couch. “Did what’s his face do something? That’s what your plans were right? Lunch with what’s the guy–”

“Lucas.”

“Sure, Lucas.” Jake waved off, moving the chips and queso back onto the table. “Did he do something to make you–”

“No, no, it wasn’t that,” you replied, shaking your head and sighing. “He was fine, it was fine...it just wasn’t what I thought the plans were going to be is all.”

“I’m confused…” Jake said, tilting his head to the right. “What exactly were the plans?”

“He texted asking to meet for lunch, and in previous encounters...lunch was grab something to go and then go back to his place and–”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the picture, please don’t go any further,” he replied, cutting you off as his face twisted up into disgust. “So what? You meet up, grab food, go back to his place and hook up...is that it? What was so bad? Did you throw up on him or something?”

“God, no, shut up,” you groaned, shoving at him with your foot before looking back down at your bowl. “We never went to his apartment...we didn’t even get lunch together.”

“So...what happened then?”

You leaned back into the couch, sighing heavily. “He basically broke up with me–not like we were dating anyway. Said he met some first-year grad student in the cafe and they both ordered the same thing and it was basically true love at first sight or something.” You laughed sarcastically, shaking your head. “Funnily enough, he met her the morning after we had last hooked up, she does graphic design and according to him, I’m great and he enjoyed getting to know me, but he really likes her and they’ve basically been dating the last three weeks.”

It was silent as you felt Jake’s gaze still on you and when you looked over at him, you felt relieved. Normally in this situation, whether it be with your friends or your brothers, you’d always get the same look of pity or sympathy on their face. That was the last thing you wanted. You already felt bad enough and you didn’t need someone else feeling bad for you. But not Jake, never with Jake.

“Are you sad about it?” Jake asked, resting his right elbow on top of the pillow cushion and propping his head against his fist. “I mean like...did you want something to happen with him?”

“I don’t think I’m sad about him ending it...he was just a fling, you know?” You replied, stabbing at the veggies in your bowl with your fork. “It’s just...it always happens to me. The stupid ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit. I mean, I know I’m not the easiest person to get close to...but at this point, it’s just...it’s exhausting.”

Jake leaned forward and grabbed your glass, handing it to you before taking the burrito bowl off of your lap and putting it on the table. “What’s exhausting?”

“Everything,” you laughed dryly, shaking your head before you took a sip of your vodka cran and sighed, looking down at the glass. “I’m starting to think I’m doomed to be single for the rest of my life, you know? That I’m totally unlovable and maybe it’s my fault because I’m too scared to let someone close to me or maybe I’m just meant to be that girl that makes guys realize what they want in someone, but don’t want me.”

“And I know I can do it, be vulnerable with someone because I did it before. But I’m just so terrified of letting someone in like that again, because the last time it broke my heart,” you spoke softly, tracing your finger around the rim of the glass. “And I’m starting to think that I’d rather have that than to continually have men tell me that I’m great and cool, but I’m not what they want.”

You took another deep breath, exhaling before finishing off the vodka cran and handing the glass to Jake. “Sorry for venting, I know you’re probably not interested in my woes. But besides Logan, you’re the only guy in my life who I can be this vulnerable with and that I know will never judge me for it. I mean hell, you watch me stress over a fake reality dating show every week.”

“It’s a good show,” he smiled softly, holding the glass in his hands. “But you’re right, Y/N. I’ll never judge you for being vulnerable with me, ever. And that Lucas guy? It’s his loss for breaking/not breaking up with you. Every guy who’s ever done that, it’s their loss because as far as I’m concerned, you’re the coolest girl to get to know.”

“Thanks, Jake,” you smiled.

“Anytime,” he nodded, pointing at the tv. “I’ll get you a refill only if you fill me in on what I missed...and share your chips and queso.”

“Deal, because you’ve missed a lot.”

He walked into the kitchen to make you another drink, turning the lights on and ruining the dimmed living room. When he came walking back a few moments later, he took his spot right back next to you and handed you your glass, you handing him the chips and queso before grabbing the remote.

“We can just start it over, I don’t mind,” you said, rewinding the program.

“You’re already 30 minutes in, you don’t have to–”

“Seriously, Jake...I don’t mind,” you replied, pressing play once it was back at the start. “Besides, watching the Bachelorette without you isn’t the same. I missed your usual banter.”

Jake propped his feet up onto the table and scooted closer to you so the blanket wouldn’t need to move far before resting the chips between you and the queso in his lap. “This good?”

“Mhhm, you can have some of my bowl too,” you replied, scooting the bowl closer towards him.

“Good, cause I brought a fork,” he smiled, pulling a fork out from beside his leg before reaching into your bowl. “Hmm...could use more protein.”

“Just shut up and watch the show,” you laughed, taking a bite from your own bowl before scooting closer and closing the distance between your bodies.

You looked at Jake as he focused on the show and smiled, already feeling a million times better simply from his presence. He really was your best friend and you didn’t know what you would do without him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the show and silently praying to yourself that you’d never have to go back to living in a world without Jake Debrusk by your side.

It wasn’t an odd occurrence for Jake to wake up with you. The two of you always had sleepovers, so many in fact, that he spent the better part of last season trying to convince you to just move in with him. You guys were best friends, he lived right by the arena so the two of you could carpool to work and when he was on roadies, he didn’t need to worry about his empty apartment. He didn’t mind the idea of living with you either. You guys were best friends after all.

Oh, and there’s always the fact that he’s harbored a major crush on you from the moment he met you.

But crush aside, he deeply cared for you– you were his best friend outside of his hockey teammates or friends from home. The two of you could have fun going out to bars and clubs and have the same amount of fun just chilling on a couch watching movies and tv shows.

He’s tried within the last year to tell you how he feels about you or hell, at least to kind of nudge you with the idea that he liked you as more than a friend, but it’s never been the right time. You were in your last year of grad school and working hard to try and earn a full-time job working with the Bruins– which would be your childhood dream come true. Add in the fact that you were still seeing this Lucas guy and Jake was pretty held back from ever attempting to pursue something with you.

At least until last night, last night was like the universe finally giving him that opportunity to take his shot. He hated seeing you so upset and he could never understand why you thought you were less than what you were worth. He could barely understand how these guys could even say that you were great, but they had found someone better– as far as he knew it, you were the best.

You were practically everything he wanted in a girlfriend and it was even better that you were already his best friend.

Which is why he was so nervous today. Because this morning when he woke up– waking you up next to him on the couch as well so you could have the first shower and get ready for work– he had it set in his mind that he was going to try and take that first step to tell you how he really felt.

Which meant he was going to talk to Logan first to see if it was okay that Jake planned on asking you on a date.

“Hey Logan, wait up!” He called out, jogging down the hall once he walked out of the locker room.

“What’s up? Aren’t you taking Y/N out to lunch today?” Logan asked, looking down at his phone. “Might not want to be late, you know how she gets when she’s hangry.”

“Yeah, but I actually wanted to talk to you about something first,” Jake replied, feeling nervous as they kept walking towards the door that would eventually lead them to the parking garage.

“Okay? What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’d um,” Jake huffed, scratching the back of his beanie as he looked at Logan. “Would you be okay with me asking Y/N on a date?”

“Is that it?”

“...Yes?”

Logan laughed, shaking his head. “Dude I thought it was something super serious.”

“I mean...it kind of is?”

“I’m fine with it, Jakey. I know you’re a good dude and you guys are best friends,” Logan said, stuffing his hands in his winter coat pockets. “But Y/N might be a little hesitant about it.”

Jake felt his heart drop all the way down into his feet, the empty feeling it left behind making it almost hard to breathe. “Why? I-I mean...does she not–”

“No, no it’s nothing against you, I promise. I’ve actually teased her a few times about how close the two of you are, you know that. It’s just well...the last time she dated one of my teammates, he ended up cheating on her and it...well it kind of messed her up for a bit.”

“Casey Wells, yeah I know,” Jake nodded, stuffing his hands in his own pockets. “We talked about it one night after a bar.”

“Yeah well, he kind of put her on that whole ‘I don’t want to let anyone get close to me’ path she’s on.” Logan sighed, shaking his head. “You can try to ask her on a date, I can’t promise she’ll say yes. Just know that if she says no, it’s not because of you, okay?”

Jake nodded as they stopped just outside of the door of the parking garage, the elevator at the end of the hall dinging and the doors opening, with you walking out of them and into the hallway. “I was going to wait for you to come and get me, but I’m super hungry and couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t ask, because you never know...she could say yes,” Logan spoke softly, patting Jake’s shoulder. “And if she does say yes...don’t be a dick, okay?”

Jake just nodded before Logan nodded at you and walked through the doors into the parking garage, leaving him standing alone in the hallway as you walked up to him. “What were you guys talking about?” You asked.

“Just stuff from practice,” Jake nodded, opening the door for you and letting you walk into the garage. “Where did you want to go to lunch?”

“I was thinking we could pick something up from that sub shop down the street and just go back to your apartment and eat it. Is that okay with you?”

“It’s perfect.” He replied, walking with you to his car and opening your door for you before walking around, hesitating to get in. He could have this conversation now or he could wait until you guys were at lunch. Either way, he was asking you on a date today.

And he was hoping to God that you’d say yes.

Only he didn’t ask while the two of you were sitting at his kitchen table and eating your sandwiches. He didn’t ask when you asked him what he was thinking about– you– and he didn’t ask when he drove you back to the arena to drop you back off to work. Well...he didn’t ask on the car ride.

Plainly speaking? He panicked. He saw his moment slowly slipping through his fingers as he pulled out front of the arena and he just blurted it out.

“Go on a date with me!”

You stopped, one leg out of his car but your body still in the passenger seat as you turned to look at him. “What?”

“Shit I mean, ugh,” he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “Can I take you out on a date?”

He saw the way your eyes had widened when hearing his request and he watched them soften as you sighed and frowned. “Jake, you don’t have to.”

“Have to what?”

“I know you feel bad for me– but really, I’m fine, okay?” You asked, starting to feel slightly embarrassed at the fact he was starting to feel bad for you after what happened yesterday.

“I’m not asking you on a date because I feel bad for you, Y/N,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m asking you on a date because I…” he hesitated, the words stuck in his throat before he sighed. “Listen, we don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. We can just do a date staying in...just, please say yes?”

His heart thumped against his chest with every passing second that you looked at him and didn’t tell him your answer. He was starting to feel embarrassed himself and like maybe he just ruined your guys’ friendship and right when he was about to tell you nevermind, that it was okay...you brought your foot back into the car and closed the door, turning towards him fully.

“This isn’t a pity date?” You asked, the small frown still on your face.

“No, absolutely not,” he replied, shaking his head. “I would never–”

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing heavily. “What time should I be ready?”

“Is 6 okay? Just stop by and we can leave from there, okay?”

You nodded, adjusting your purse over your shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you at 6.” You opened the door again and got out, closing it before turning back and knocking on the passenger window and ducking down into his view, waiting as he rolled the window down. “You swear on–”

“Yes, yes, I swear this isn’t a pity date, Y/N,” he laughed, waving you off. “Have a good day at work, I’ll see you at six. Love you, bye.” He replied, rolling the window back up and waiting for you to walk into the arena before driving off.

It wasn’t until he was driving back to his apartment that he realized what he had said. “Love you.” It shouldn’t have been a big deal, the two of you had said ‘Love you’ to each other all the time in your years of friendship.

But he had also just asked you on a date. A date you were hesitant to take, just like Logan had said you would be. And now, his dumbass went ahead and said that he loved you and if he knew you as well as he thinks he does, then he knows you’re going to analyze his words way more than you need to.

He meant it in a friendly way– like the two of you had always said it.

But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t love you in the romantic way either.

You couldn’t focus the rest of the day at work, it was hard to keep your mind on a single-track focus when all you could think about was the fact that your best friend had just asked you on a date. You had texted Francesca the moment you stepped into the arena, but she was no help because all she said was “finally! You two have been oblivious for ages.”

So you spent most of your day thinking back on your four-year friendship with Jake. He and your brother had made their NHL debuts in the same season. Your family was like his second family since you were local and he came all the way from Edmonton. You were just at the end of getting over your break-up with Casey when Logan brought Jake home with him one weekend during training camp.

It was totally against your will and Logan wanted to show Jake around, so he dragged you along with them and Francesca to go play laser tag. And it was being teamed up with Jake and the competitiveness of wanting to beat your brother, that started your guys’ friendship. It didn't help that he was also really kind and even a little cute– but it was him letting you take the winning shot on your brother that sealed the friendship deal.

If you weren’t totally heartbroken from Casey cheating on you and you were just some single girl, then you definitely could see yourself possibly having something with Jake. You guys got along great, had similar interests and he even indulged in the cheesy shows that only your closest girlfriends would watch. Yet thinking back, you could never name or even think about a moment where you thought that Jake might even slightly like you.

When you got off of work, you took an Uber to your brother and Francesca’s, pounding on the door until one of them answered before you stormed in to rant about the fact that your best friend had just asked you on a date. They listened to you rant and talk and stress and in the end, Francesca reiterated how she thought this was a long time coming, while Logan just walked you to the door, nudged you out into the hall, and said “Don’t fuck it up, he really likes you,” and shut the door in your face.

So you went back to your apartment, took a shower, and got ready for your...date, maybe not date with Jake.

You were nervous taking the uber to his apartment and were even outside of his apartment door at 5:50, contemplating whether or not you should knock and arrive early or just hang out in the lobby until six. It wasn’t like you didn’t know the people who worked at the front desk. Instead, you knocked on the door taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, waiting for him to answer.

And when he did, you half expected him to be dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie– knowing that he was always the one to get ready at the last minute and yet still be on time. But instead, he was dressed up in a pair of dark wash jeans and a maroon sweater, his beard was trimmed and it looked like he had even gone and trimmed his hair a bit– he looked really...well...really good.

“Sorry I’m early, I just got dressed a lot faster than I thought I would, so I figured I’d just come over,” you rambled, pointing down the hall. “I was kind of thinking you wouldn’t be ready yet and I could just sit in the living room.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, shaking his head. “Actually, I just need to grab my coat but we can head out now if you want.”

“Okay, sure,” you nodded, hugging your own jacket tightly around you as he grabbed his coat from the side table by the inside of the door and walked out to join you in the hall. “So, care to tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Nope,” he smiled, tugging the jacket on and walking with you down the hall. “It’s a total surprise.”

The two of you walked side by side as you left the familiarity of his apartment and down to the parking garage where he parked his car, the silence evident between you both...but it was comfortable and you weren’t surprised because there had never been a time where you were ever uncomfortable about Jake.

He opened the car door for you, letting you get inside before he closed the door and walked around the front to get into the car himself. You looked out the window, trying to figure out which direction you were going and where exactly he was taking you for the night– but there were a lot of possibilities and you weren’t able to limit them unless he gave you some kind of clue.

But that’s not what you were more curious about.

“Real talk?” You asked, turning towards him as he came to a stop at the red light.

“Always,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the streetlights ahead of him, but you weren’t oblivious to how he had nervously squeezed his steering wheel a little tighter.

‘Real Talk’ was always something the two of you said when you wanted a pure and honest conversation. It was something you and your brothers had done while growing up and it spread into your friendship with Jake as well.

“Why?” You shifted comfortably in your seat, keeping your focus on him. “I-I mean if this isn’t some pity date because you feel bad that another guy basically said I wasn’t good enough for him...then what is it? Why ask me out on a date now?”

“Well one, it’s most definitely not a pity date,” he laughed, shaking his head and moving forward as the light turned green. “And two...the timing was just never right before.”

“There’s never been good timing in the four years we’ve known each other?”

“No. You were coming off of a break-up when we first met, then you just kind of went off and did your own thing to help yourself heal. It’d be kind of a dick move for me to interrupt that when you were getting over what that asshole did.” He shrugged. “I guess I’ve just been playing the long game, you know?”

“The long game?” You laughed, leaning your head against the headrest. “So you’ve been what? Supposedly harboring this crush on me for the last four years and you just now decide to make a move? I find that hard to believe, Jakey...no offense.”

Jake sighed and pulled off into a CVS parking lot, stopping in a space and putting the car in park before turning to her. “Why? Why is it so hard to believe that I’ve liked you since I met you?”

“Because…” you wavered off, realizing that you really didn’t have a reason besides the fact you just couldn’t believe it. So you went with the usual excuse. “If none of these other guys think I’m good enough for them or they find someone better for them, then why shouldn’t I think that’ll happen with you?”

“Because I’m not those other guys and they were never good enough for you, Y/N.” He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning more in his seat. “I don’t think you understand how hard it’s been to see you start to believe that you’re not worth even the tiniest bit of love. There’s nothing you can say to convince me that if any of those guys ever gave even the slightest bit of a damn for you, that they wouldn’t have let your fear of being vulnerable affect your relationship with them.”

You sat there stunned in your seat, watching him as he spoke and only blinking in response to his words as you tried to let his words sink in.

“You say you can’t be vulnerable with anyone after Casey, but you can, Y/N. You can because you’ve been vulnerable with me. I’ve seen you ugly cry to the Notebook, or all spaesque in a facemask and in a robe. We’ve had those hard and heartfelt conversations after long nights at the bar. You’ve cried in my arms. I know your biggest dreams and your fears, I know your favorite foods and movies. And that’s not because I’ve been around for so long or that just cause we’re friends– it’s because you let yourself open up to me just like I’ve opened up to you.”

“So yeah, it took me four years and me asking your brother if it was okay to finally ask you on a date, because quite frankly Y/N, seeing you upset on my couch last night was like the final straw. I’m so tired of you giving these guys every chance to hurt you because you don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who is willing to fight to get past those fears you have. Someone who’s not willing to throw you aside because things aren’t easy. So let me be that person for you.”

For the life of you, you could never find a single moment in your memory that ever showed that Jake was interested in you beyond friendship. But when he looked at you and you saw his blue eyes soften as he spoke, you felt a chill go down your spine...because you have seen that look before and you never realized how you missed it.

It was always in the moments when you’d sneak a look at him during whatever you guys were doing– whether it was watching a movie, a game, playing video games, or doing something on vacation– Jake was never slick and you always caught him looking, but you would always just tease him about it and leave it at that.

Little did he know though, too caught up in his own embarrassment, you would always look back at him as soon as he looked away and admire him. Jake was cute, he was your type and he was your best friend– what was there not to like? And maybe you never allowed yourself to cross that thought because of what happened with Casey. Maybe you shoved that small thought and the feelings that came with it so far into the back of your mind that it was something you forgot.

But hearing him talk like this, hearing him speak from the heart about how much he cared for you and what you deserved– it brought you back to the one night where you realized that you had feelings for him that you couldn’t let yourself feel because the pain from Casey was too fresh.

“That summer when you stayed with us a bit after that first season and we went to Cape Cod, do you remember when we snuck out with Logan and Fran and went onto the beach?” You asked, sitting yourself up.

“The first night there?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Yeah, what about it?”

You swallowed heavily as you played with your hands in your lap, twirling the matching friendship ring you and Fran both wore on your index fingers. “Logan was being an ass and did that whole Jaws scene because he knows how much I hated that movie and how I didn’t want to go out into the water in the first place and I swam back up to the sand and sat there.”

“You followed right behind me and let me use your towel since Logan had rushed us out and I forgot to grab one.” You looked up at him, your heart racing against your chest. “You could’ve gone back into the water, but you stayed up there with me and calmed me down. It’s nothing big, I know...but that was when I realized that I liked you as more than a friend. But I was scared and you...well you’re in the NHL. What could I possibly have to offer you?”

“You don’t need to offer me anything, Y/N,” he spoke softly, reaching out and grabbing onto your right hand. “You’re perfect just the way you are...soaked hair from Logan pulling you down beneath the water and all.”

The both of you laughed as you looked up from your lap, nodding your head. “I guess what I’m saying is that a part of me, well...I’ve liked you too for a long time and I just think I was too scared to let myself feel those feelings because of everything.”

“I don’t want you to be scared with me,” he frowned, shaking his head. “Like I said, Y/N. You’ve been vulnerable with me from the start. And if you decide you want to take this offer and go on more dates and eventually start officially dating, I just want you to know that I won’t give up on you when things get hard and that you can always open up to me, because I’ll never judge you or hurt you. You’re my best friend and I love you.”

Your heart thumped against your chest. You two had said I love you to each other before, but now it was distinguishing which one he meant– as a friend or as something else. “I might need some detail there…”

He tucked his chin down into his chest, something he always did to try and hide the fact he was blushing. “Yeah, I kind of stumbled on that earlier today didn’t I.”

“Yeah,” you blushed, nodding your head.

“I mean, I do...love you, you know? As a friend and...potentially more. I know we’re not dating and we’ve never done anything like that before, but I do have heavy feelings for you. So yeah, I do love you.”

Besides to your family, you’ve only ever said that to one other person in your life before– and it never felt like this. Hearing him say those words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It calmed the nerves you felt running through your body. It brought a natural smile and blush to your face.

This was so much different than the feelings you felt the first time you were in love– it wasn’t a feeling you felt like you needed to constantly chase to be able to feel. It was stable, it was comforting…

It was Jake and he was there all along, right in front of you for the last four years.

“I love you too,” you spoke softly, fighting the blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, watching his eyes widen for a split second as he registered your words before the smile grew on his face and he squeezed your hand. “We kind of did this backward, didn’t we?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

“We just said I love you to each other and we haven’t even gone on our first date yet...let alone kiss. Kind of backward, don’t you think?”

“We’re on our first date now, kind of,” he replied, looking around them. “As for the kiss, that’s an easy fix.”

Before you could say a single word, his left hand cupped the right side of your face as he leaned across the center console and pressed his lips softly against yours, the feeling of his beard scratching against your skin something you never thought you would become addicted to in such a short moment or the aroma of the coconut shampoo and conditioner you convinced him to buy would become your favorite scent.

Kissing Jake was everything you never knew you were missing– and all it was, was a simple kiss.

When he pulled away, you could smell the mint from his toothpaste on his breath and you smiled, reaching up and brushing your left thumb across his jaw. “I knew you’d be a good kisser.”

“Oh, you did?” He laughed, kissing your forehead before leaning back into his seat.

“Mhhm, just an intuition.” You shrugged, putting your seatbelt back on as he did the same and put the car into reverse. “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Figured we could go play some laser tag.” He shrugged, smiling at you as he started to drive again.

“Ooh, taking us back to our roots huh?” You smiled, looking at him. “Back to where it all began?”

“Makes sense, doesn’t it?” He asked. “It’s where we first became friends and it’s now going to be where we went on our first date.”

“Just tell me this,” you said, shifting in your seat and turning to him. “Are we on the same team or not?”

“Divide and conquer? Absolutely not,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’d rather not play against my girlfriend, thanks.”

“Girlfriend, hm?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “I never said I agreed to be your girlfriend. Besides, you never asked.”

Jake turned to you with wide eyes before pouting. “I just poured my heart and soul out to you…”

“How about this,” you smiled, leaning against the center console. “We play on different teams. You win and I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“And if you win?” He asked, looking at you with an intrigued smile at your competitive proposition.

“Then I’ll be your girlfriend...and you get me a jersey to wear to the games.”

He laughed, reaching out and resting his hand on your left leg, squeezing it softly. “Deal.”

“May the best win.” You smiled, resting your hand on top of his and leaning back into your seat.

As you continued the drive to laser tag, you caught yourself looking over at Jake more than a few times and not being ashamed whenever he looked back with a smile on his face. You were scared, yes. There was something unknown about crossing over the boundary of your friendship with Jake...but there was also a sense of comfort you felt because it was Jake. You believed everything he said to you about what you deserved and how he felt.

And yeah, you were scared, and even after all of that you were still feeling a little undeserving of the heartfelt words that Jake had spoken to you, but then he’d look at you and you would see that soft look in his eyes and it all went away.

Jake was everything you’d been missing without knowing you were missing it– and now that you’ve found it, you didn’t want to let it go.

You finally felt loved.

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summary ─ walking away from you had never felt this painful before, bucky realized.

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ angst, angst, more angst, crying, conversations, confessions, goodbye scene without the sex in it, happens a couple months after the graduation

a/n ─ so. technically this is the last part, but there will be an epilogue (i’m not sure about this. i might write and post one). until i post an epilogue, accept this as the final part. i'm hoping to write that very soon. after that, we will be done with this series. i hope you like it! @babyboibucky​ you asked for "more angst" and you're receiving with this part. blame her :d please leave a comment if you like it! thank youuu <333

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Ever since the graduation, life was being really hard on Bucky.

He had been looking for a job and a place for himself for the last five months because he needed money and just couldn’t live with his parents: The house was too crowded, and they were too curious. It hadn’t been easy so far; Bucky had to dodge his mother’s ‘why are you still single’ questions all the while running from one job interview to another as well as meeting with a real estate agent for affordable apartments. He knew he couldn’t rent one until he got a job, but he wanted to cross it off his list.

Sighing, Bucky plopped on one of the first empty benches he saw.

The weather was hot as hell, and he was sweating like a pig in his suit. He could feel the shirt sticking to his back slowly. He was thirsty and hungry and tired; all he wanted to do was to go home, take a cold shower, eat something and sleep, but he couldn’t. He still had two interviews to get over.

“Fuck my life,” he whispered under his breath. Digging through the small bag he carried with him everywhere, he pulled out a bottle of water. It was half-empty, but it was better than nothing. He quickly drained it, wiped the slight sweat beading on his forehead and stood. If he stalled a bit longer, he was going to be late for his interview.

Just as he started walking, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out, Bucky saw two messages from the interviewers. They were cancelled due to scheduling problems.

“Shit,” he hissed. He was both happy and sad; happy because he was going home instead of dragging himself all around New York, and sad because he was more likely to never hear for them again since those kinds of messages usually meant ‘we found someone already’. Cursing under his breath again, he changed his route. He had some money left, so he decided to get a sandwich from Subway. He really didn’t want to pass out on his way home, he couldn’t deal with that.

He was halfway to the nearest Subway when his phone vibrated again. It was a text from Sam.

we’re at lolly’s, it said. join us. been a while since i saw your ugly face. Bucky snorted as he shook his head. Lolly’s wasn’t so far away from where he was, probably as close as the Subway. He sent Sam a ‘on my way’ text and started walking.

Sam was right. It had been a while since he saw them. He was too busy chasing down job interviews that he couldn’t spare some time to his friends and night outs as much as he would like to. They were probably in the same rush since they didn’t reach out to him, and that was okay. Life was hard and messy and could get super busy super quick.

He sprinted as soon as he saw the diner. Using his long legs to run across the street, he walked inside panting lightly.

The place was buzzing. It wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. There were families and students and friend groups all talking and eating at the same time. Laughter and chatting sounds were filling the small diner, and it was making the place look and sound all cozy.

His eyes danced on the people sitting in the booths until he found them. They were in their usual booth. Grinning, he made his way towards them.

“Oh, look it’s Barnes!” Sam grinned at Bucky. “Nice to see that you’re as ugly as before.” Bucky chuckled and hugged him.

“Shut up, Wilson, we both know you have a crush on me,” he said, making everyone on the table laugh. Bucky quickly hugged and greeted his other friends before he took a seat. “What are we having?” He asked, he was starving and was pretty sure that if he went without food a little bit longer, his stomach was going to go apeshit on him.

“We ordered greasy burgers as always,” Steve said, grinning. “Loki hates it.” Bucky saw Loki rolling his eyes, but he knew Loki was having fun. He smiled. “We ordered for you, too. It should be here any minute now.”

“Y’all are saints,” Bucky breathed in relief. The refusals and complaints immediately filled the small table, and Bucky laughed. He really missed his friends.

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It was hours later when they left the diner with full bellies and laughter ringing in their ears. They ate and drunk and talked about what they have been doing since the graduation, how the life was treating them and all that jazz.

Bucky felt good when he heard that his friends, too, were going through the same things as he was. It felt nice to know that he wasn’t alone.

“I’m getting married,” Sam said as they stepped on the half-full sidewalk. All of them stopped suddenly, looking at each other with surprised etched on their faces.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Bucky asked. “You’re─ Really?” Sam nodded, grinning widely. “Holy shit, man, I didn’t even know you were datin’ with someone.” The others chuckled.

“I didn’t either,” Loki said. Bucky heard Steve agreeing with him.

“Well, we kept it pretty low-key,” Sam explained. “We’ve been dating for three years? Almost?” He shrugged. “It got serious in the last year. I proposed to her already and we’re gonna tell our parents as soon as I hear back from one of the interviews I gave around.”

Bucky smiled. “Wow,” he said. “I’m proud of you man,” he added quickly because he was. He really was proud of Sam. “Congrats.” Bucky threw his arms around him and patted his back a couple times. Sam smiled and murmured his thanks. As he stepped back and let the others hug Sam, Bucky couldn’t help but imagine if this would happen to him if he were to treat you like you deserved.

Would you marry him? Would you mind keeping him forever? He wanted to know. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted to know if he ever stood a chance, if you’d ever accept him like that. He was too much of an asshole, he knew, thank you very much, but Bucky also knew that he’d get his shit together for you. Maybe he wouldn’t in the beginning of your… relationship, but he would now. It was too late, though.

“We planned a summer wedding, but it really depends on the time that I’ll be hearing back from anyone,” Sam sighed. “’s gonna be alright,” he said. “We both know that.” Bucky smiled sadly. He wished he could say that, too.

“I’m happy for you, Wilson,” he said instead. Sam sent him a soft smile. Placing his hand on Sam’s shoulder, Bucky pulled him against his side. “Let’s go home.” The others all agreed, and they started walk down the sidewalk.

They were crossing the street when Bucky saw you.

You were across the street where he was going with your own friend group. You were laughing and looked so beautiful in that white dress, Bucky wanted to sob. He missed your face, missed seeing you laugh, he realized, and his heart gave a painful thud in its cage.

Clearing his throat, he crossed the street when the light turned green for them. His eyes never left you; they watched how you joked and laughed and grabbed your friend’s arm while you giggled… Bucky missed you so fucking much.

“Barnes?” Sam nudged him when they stepped off the road. “You alright?” Bucky nodded absently.

“Yeah,” he murmured. The need to be near you, the want to talk to you was about to consume Bucky, and he was aware that he was going to make an ass of himself, but he didn’t care. “Hey, why don’t guys go ahead? I’ll catch up.” Sam frowned. “It’s fine. I saw someone and wanted to tell them something, that’s it.” It wasn’t so convincing, Bucky knew, but thankfully, Sam didn’t say anything. He just nodded and walked the opposite way.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky marched on where you were standing with your friends. He wasn’t about to jump into the conversation, that would be rude. He was going to see if he would be able to catch your attention. As he stepped into your sight, he waved his hand. You were too into the conversation, you didn’t see him at first, but then a movement caught your eyes. Lifting your head, you saw Bucky and froze for a second.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Can you give me a minute?” You said to your friends, and they nodded, going back to their conversation right away. You went up to him.

“Hi,” he said, a little breathless because you looked so beautiful. You smiled softly.

“Hi,” you breathed. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but ask. He shrugged. Grabbing his bag tighter, he licked his lips.

“Was hanging out with the boys,” he said. You nodded slowly. “Then, I saw you and thought I could, y’know,” Bucky shrugged awkwardly. You nodded again. “You look beautiful,” he blurted.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. Bucky’s heart made a flip as the oxygen got trapped in his throat.

You could have been together, Bucky thought. You could have been dating still, and this encounter wouldn’t be so awkward. Bucky wouldn’t feel like there were miles between you two while you were one of those people who knew him really well.

“Bucky?” You reached out and touched his arm. “Are you okay?”

“You told me you loved me,” Bucky blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He wanted it out, out, out. He needed to get rid of it. He needed to tell you.

“ What?” You frowned.

“The night you got drunk and called me,” he explained. “You told me that you loved me, but you didn’t want to love me because it hurts you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. “You said you didn’t want to see me anymore because I just make you want to cry.” Sighing, Bucky tried to hold his tears back. “You─ You said that I never saw you as─ as a relationship material because you knew you weren’t enough.”

“Bucky─” You gasped.

“Please,” he begged. “Let me finish it. I─” Bucky took a deep breath. “I want you to know that you were enough,” he said, finally lifting his head up and looking at your eyes. They were full of tears already. “You were enough for me. You were more than enough. I was the one who wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you. It─ It hurt like hell when I heard you say that you don’t want to love me anymore because it hurts you. I wanted to hurt myself for you because you didn’t deserve to be hurt.” He sniffed, trying to hold back tears was getting harder.

“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I want you to know that I love you. For real. This is no joke, there is no play, nothing. I just want you know that I love you so much. I told my friends about how I feel about you, and they didn’t believe. I don’t mind them not believing me, but I need you to believe me.” You felt tears rolling down on your cheeks gently as Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours. The way he was looking at you felt like he was looking directly into your soul. You sobbed lightly.

“I treated you like shit,” Bucky murmured. “I know that. I’m so sorry. I made you feel like you weren’t enough when you were more than enough, and I hurt you. Because of me, you didn’t want to love, doesn’t matter who. You didn’t want to love, Y/N, because I was such a dick to you. I’m so sorry. I know no matter how many times I apologize, it’s not gonna undo all the damage, but I’m sorry. I truly am.” Bucky sighed deeply. “I should have told you that I love you long before. I shouldn’t have been such a coward about how I feel about you, I’m sorry for not acting on them before─”

With a sniff, you hugged him out of a sudden. Bucky backed a step and caught you immediately. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he hesitated only for a second before he pulled you in for a tight hug. You sobbed, face hidden in his neck as you held onto him. You missed him. You missed his body heat against yours, hearing his voice, feeling his arms around you… You missed him so much.

“Bucky,” you whispered when you pulled back just a little. You kissed him. Both of you had tears on your faces, but neither of you cared about it. Your tears-covered lips found each other. It wasn’t a filthy, passionate kiss, but a sweet, desperate and chaste one. You parted for oxygen and then leaned in to kiss him again. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed and lips close to his. “Bucky,” you whispered again, your hands were on each side of his face. “You knew how we were going to end up,” you murmured. You opened your eyes to look at his baby blue ones. “This is where we end.”

This was the first time you were seeing him this vulnerable, you thought as you watched his chin wobbled and tears spilling over his cheeks. He sniffed. He was nodding slowly.

He understood. He really did. He wasn’t good enough for you, he knew that, and he’d hate it if you were to settle down with someone who never truly deserved you. He loved you. You were his very first love, and everything was intense and strange to him, but he would get over it. He knew he had to. He just wanted you to be okay, wanted you to not hurt anymore, wanted you to love someone who was going to make you want to love.

So, he understood.

Nodding still, Bucky wrapped you up into another hug. He memorized how your body felt against his while hugging like this, how you held him, how you rested your head on his shoulder… He memorized all of it. With a sniff, he stepped back. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed one last time. He breathed in your sweet scent, felt your soft lips against his and pulled back.

“This is where we end,” he whispered, repeating your words. You nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He kissed your forehead before he stepped back fully. “Take care of yourself, please?” He pleaded. “I want you to be happy, to love, just… Be happy, alright?” You nodded once.

“I promise,” you whispered back. “Only if you be gentle with yourself.” Bucky cracked a half-smile and nodded.

“I promise.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached to his hair, and you fixed the rebel strands. Bucky took your hand, placed a soft kiss into your palm and dropped it. “Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

You felt fresh tears licking your face, but you didn’t care. “Goodbye, Bucky. Thank you for loving me back.” Bucky pressed his lips together, looked at your for a second longer and turned around.

Walking away from you had never felt this painful before, Bucky realized. His feet were taking him away from you, but his heart was beating with you. It was screaming at him to go back and beg you to try once, but he wasn’t going to do that. You didn’t deserve that.

Bucky sighed. Nothing was going to make him feel as real as you did, he thought to himself. He was okay with it. He had to be okay with it.

So, Bucky walked away from you.

Once and for all.

─

After that, after you, Bucky never loved anyone ever. His heart belonged only to you.

#bucky barnes x reader #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #fuckboy!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #echoes of silence

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Date With the Side Characters is Going Terribly and Then it Starts to Rain

Brothers ver.

Diavolo

It was a tragic truth that the poor Crown Prince didn’t get to go out and have fun very often, but he had managed to get a singular day off! He of course was going to spend it with the future monarch-consort of the Devildom!

Diavolo had a whole list written out that was full of fun cliche date activities that he wanted to try, and it was also full of stuff MC said they wanted to do, so the date was going to be completely perfect.

As Diavolo and MC walked hand in hand to Madame Scream’s, they both took notice to the fact that literally every single demon in the vicinity was staring at the two of them.

The crown prince laughed it off, saying that MC looked so positively radiant that everyone couldn’t help but stop and look. MC laughed and leaned their head against Dia’s arm, but both of them knew full well that everyone was really staring at Diavolo.

To be fair, wouldn’t you stare if the most powerful person in the entire realm walked by holding hands with a pathetic little human?

They got to Madame Scream’s, got their sweets, then Diavolo got a phone call. It was Lucifer frantically explaining that the RAD gym was on fire and he needed to run everything by Diavolo before he could do anything about it.

That ate up about fifteen minutes and the desserts ended up getting cold… Diavolo tried to make light of it as the two finally got to eat their chocolate chip cookies.

“So apparently one student thought it would be a good idea to set a firework off inside, you know I encourage having fun at school but maybe they should have set this off outside.” “Maybe..?”

Next it was time for a romantic walk on the beach! That would have gone better if Diavolo remembered it was giant-crab season. As cool as it was to watch Diavolo hammer-throw an eight foot tall crab into the ocean it left MC’s ankles vulnerable to get pinched by regular sized crabs.

And maybe they both should have wore appropriate shoes… they were sinking into the sand and it was getting into their shoes…

Okay, so the beach didn’t work out, Diavolo had plenty of other ideas! They just had to- wait he was getting another call.

Half an hour later, Diavolo was finally able to hang up and gave MC an apologetic look. He said that he needed to cut the date short and go to an unavoidable meeting…

Oh well, at least this date couldn’t get any-

A loud crack of thunder caused Diavolo to nearly drop his phone in surprise. Oh… oh no… not rain…

Large droplets of water pelted the pair as they waited for Barbatos to pick them up. Diavolo slowly lifted up his arm and shielded MC from the rain as best he could. Well… this outfit was ruined, the least he could do was try and save MC’s…

“Well…” Diavolo tentatively began. “I heard getting caught in the rain is supposed to be romantic..?”

MC only sighed and moved a little closer, they folded their arms and stared blankly ahead. Their glassy expression made the crown prince’s heart sink right to the floor. Maybe he could cancel the meeting! He promised he’d spend more time with MC and he intended to keep it!

“MC, I could-”

“Dia, no.” MC looked up and gave him a small smile. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I knew what I was getting into when I said I’d be with you. Your kingdom is more important than one little date.”

“But I wanted to make you happy today…” Diavolo mumbled. His kingdom had always come first, before his friends, before MC, before even himself, was it so much to ask to have just one day for him to spend with the person he loved?

The human reaches up and lowered Diavolo’s arm and looped it around their shoulders. “And you did, any time that I get to spend with you makes me happy. Besides, it wasn’t all bad. The crab moment was pretty awesome.”

MC pulled out their DDD and showed Diavolo a picture of himself chucking the giant crab into the watery horizon. “We can put at least one moment of this date into the photo album.”

The precise tapping of the falling raindrops cause the DDD to flick to the next picture, which was an awkwardly angled snapshot of MC brandishing a stick at a much smaller crab who had attached its claws to their ankle.

“Uh, maybe not this picture…”

Barbatos

The poor butler rarely ever gets a day off, and he could tell MC missed spending time with him, so he asked Diavolo for a day off.

Of course Diavolo said yes, but when the day of the date came…

Barbatos saw every mishap and disaster coming a mile away. The smart thing to do would be cancel the date, but NO. Barbatos was going to use his powers for good and make sure MC had the time of their life!

The first disaster was supposed to come in the form of a pickpocket stealing MC’s wallet, key word being supposed.

As the perp made their way through the somewhat crowded sidewalk, fully prepared to swipe some wallets, Barbatos quickly twirled and dipped MC out of the way. This action also conveniently had the result of Barb knocking the pickpocket out cold.

MC of course, was none the wiser of the attempted theft and just assumed Barbatos was being suave (tm).

The second disaster was both MC and Barbatos getting hot coffee accidentally spilled all over them. Or it WOULD have been if Barbatos hadn’t quickly notified the person that would have spilled the drink that their shoelaces were undone.

Hell yeah! Second disaster averted!

The date progressed smoothly, well, as smooth as it could have gone. All those days of work and the task of making sure MC was none the wiser of any of the nasty things that could have ruined the date was really making Barbatos tired…

“Barbatos, are you alright?” “*exhausted breathing* Y-yes dearest, of course. Don’t trouble yourself.”

MC would have bought that lie if Barbatos didn’t look like he had just finished running a ten kilometre long race through a heatwave.

After making sure MC was not in the path of the escaped hellhound that would be running down the street in three, two, one, there it went, MC was safe and sound, Barbatos sighed in relief.

Just one more thing…

In the smoothest possibly motion, Barbatos opened the umbrella he had been carrying and held it over himself and MC.

MC looked up at the umbrella perplexed. “Barbatos, why-”

Thunder rumbled as the first drops of rain pelted harmlessly against the umbrella. Barbatos smiled softly and took MC’s hand. “Did you enjoy the date, darling?”

“Have you been doing damage control all day..?” MC asked. “Oh no wonder you look exhausted…”

Barbatos’ face burned with embarrassment when MC wrapped their arms around him.

“You work way to hard, this date was supposed to be relaxing for the both of us,” MC sighed. “You know what? We’re going to go back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, and I’m making you tea and snacks.”

“MC..?”

They began to pull Barbatos in the direction of the castle and plucked the umbrella out of his hand.

“I’ll hold this.” MC smiled brightly. “You relax, mister.”

Barbatos was about to protest, then sighed, no future he could see in his brief overview involved MC giving up on their new mission to make him take a break. He felt himself smile, he really lucked out with this human, didn’t he?

Simeon

The next volume of TSL had been released and Simeon was officially completely exhausted. He had spent the past two days signing special hardback copies and his writing hand was officially deceased.

He needed to relax and unwind… who better to do it with than MC? Simeon simply invited MC over to Purgatory Hall to hang out.

Oh my~ premarital eye contact~

It was just so nice, MC rested their head on Simeon’s chest while they lounged in bed watching TV, their hands gently intwined, the smell of Luke baking cookies…

Simeon let out a content sigh, he was truly and completely at peace in that moment. The soft knock on the door to his room barely phased him.

Solomon poked his head into the room with a bright smile.

“Hi you two, so sorry to barge in on your date, but before Luke took over the kitchen I made way too much food. I’ll bring some in for you guys!” “Solomon no-” “Wait!”

The date was now in intense danger. They needed to get out of there immediately! The first thing the angel could think to do to save the love of his life was to throw them out of the window.

Fret not, MC’s fall slowed considerably and they gently landed on the grass outside thanks to Simeon’s magic, but the angel himself was not as lucky. Yes his fall was slowed, but he still faceplanted into the dirt.

The two ended up running for dear life away from Purgatory Hall, further exhausting Simeon.

Well, at least they ended up near a very pretty fountain. Simeon and MC sat on the fountain ledge and resumed their snuggling.

Until Simeon got a phone call from a very frantic Luke begging for help with his math homework.

Due to being quite rusty at the subject, Simeon had to teach himself how to calculate the square root of something and then teach Luke, which was honestly frustrating for everyone involved.

After the homework was felt with, Simeon got ready to sit back down on the fountain ledge, ended up missing, then slipped straight into the fountain. It was a good thing that the water was shallow…

Then to MC and Simeon’s horror, it began to rain.

“Well…” Simeon sighed, he accepted MC’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of the fountain. “This isn’t so bad..?”

Lightning cracked in the distance, Simeon pulled MC into his arms on reflex, only to then realize that MC had become just as soaked as he was.

“I… sorry, MC.”

Simeon slowly unwrapped his arms from around MC, but the human remained firmly in place. “Ah, it’s fine. Want to call a cab or back to Purgatory Hall?”

“Y-yes, that sounds-” Simeon felt around for his phone, then winced and looked into the fountain. His phone was lying at the bottom of the fountain… “Do you think you could call?”

MC perked up and planted a kiss on Simeon’s cheek. “Of course, we can cuddle in the car.”

“That sounds wonderful…”

Solomon

Solomon decided to text MC at two in the morning to ask them out. In his defence, he was up late making potions and didn’t notice what time it was.

“Hey MCMCMCMCMC-” “ITS TWO OCLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING.” “Wanna go on a date tmrw?” “…ok.” “🥳” “see you tomorrow, Solomon.” “Oh yea- that reminds me- look at this snail I saw yesterday.” “Effervescent.” “Marry me.”

Obviously super happy that MC said yes to the date, Solomon was newly rejuvenated and went back to making his potion. It was six in the morning when he realized that maybe he should have just quit while he was ahead and went back to sleep.

It was a little late for that! He needed to go to school, then go on the date. Solomon gracefully took MC’s hand, led them out of the school, then fell down the stairs.

It um… may have messed up his tailbone. Solomon never felt more like an old man than when he and MC sat down at the cafe for coffee and MC had to help him into his seat.

The coffee arrived, MC and Solomon drank it, and Solomon just sighed in relief. This was nice, time with his sweet MC…

The way they made him feel so completely at ease… that smile… those eyes… those eyes were looking very confused-

“Solomon…” “Yes my sweet?” “There’s uh… there’s a giant spider on your head…”

…Solomon looked up and the giant spider fell right into his drink. He wasn’t thirsty anymore.

A little later, he and MC were walking hand in hand through the park, the darkness of the Devildom was almost comforting as the fireflies and pixies created little balls of light that danced around the pair.

It was such a soothing sight to behold, Solomon and MC sat down beneath a giant tree. MC rested their head on his shoulder, and Solomon let out a content sigh. He was just going to rest his eyes for a moment…

Solomon was harshly shaken awake by MC who yelled at him for falling asleep in the presence of pixies. Solomon had completely forgotten that pixies like to possess sleeping people. That was probably why he was awoken in the middle of stuffing his face with cookies that were in his backpack.

The two unanimously decided that it would be best to head back to Purgatory Hall. When the two had just returned to civilization… Solomon heard thunder.

Quick as a flash, Solomon looped his arm around MC’s waist and pulled them closer, using his other hand to draw a circle above them, when the rain began to fall, the two were completely dry thanks to the shield.

“Ha… HA! HAHAHA!” Solomon pointed and laughed at the sky. “GOT YOU BITCH!”

“Solomon..?” MC asked tentatively. “Are you alright?”

The sorcerer looked at his dear sweet perfect MC, gave them a toothy smile, and shook his head. “No darling, I’ve been awake for 56 hours.”

“Wait what? You texted me at two in the morning, you couldn’t have been awake for more than an extra few hours..?”

Solomon peppered MC’s face with sleepy kisses as the rain pattered against the shield. “I have a weird life.”

“You know what, I buy it.” MC sighed fondly. “Do you want to go home and sleep?”

“More than anything, I’ll teleport us home!”

“NO! Let’s just call someone to pick us up!”

#Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 10

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon, pillow humping.

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: It’s Monday, ugh.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your curiosity got the best of you, more so your restlessness. 

After your ride with Lee, you couldn’t settle down. You gave up on sleep, late nights not unknown to any student. You flicked on your desk lamp and sat on the chair with a blanket around your shoulders and read a few passages before that peculiar twang made you put down the book.

The flagrant language of the lewd acts made your core hot and you longed for any touch to stoke it. You fidgeted and picked the book up again. Just one chapter… Lee was right, you were learning. You pushed the blanket away as you felt yourself sweating and you recalled that night with the sheriff, his leg firmly between both of yours.

You shut the book again and flicked off the light. You had a few more hours before you had to get ready for class. You needed some semblance of sleep to function and you knew another long night awaited you.

You sprawled out on your thin mattress and sighed. You closed your eyes and tried to drift off, tried to forget the lurid excerpts that kept popping back into your mind. You rolled onto your side then the other. You gripped your head and squeezed your eyelids closed. Just sleep.

You brought a pillow down and hugged it as you tried to get comfortable. The corner rubbed along your panties and a ripple tore through your core. You mumbled nonsensically and ignored the urge tugging at you. You couldn’t…

You pushed the pillow down and clenched it between your legs. You started slowly, carefully building the pressure as you hugged it tighter and tighter. Your breath caught and soon you were panting desperately as you chased that strange plucking deep inside.

You got up on your knees and kept the pillow sideways beneath you and straddled it. You rocked your hips as the wooden frame creaked with each move and you smother your voice with your palm. 

You bit down on the heel of your hand as you hung your head back and became the woman in the novel. You imagined a man beneath you, faceless, nameless, and the mountain rose before you. Almost there, just a little more--

You gritted your teeth as you came and slowed, nails sinking into the pillow as you shook and stifled the weak moans. You fell back onto your side, the pillow caught between your legs and let your arm hang over the edge of the bed. Breathless, you felt the heavy drowsiness setting in. You drifted off before the guilt could set in.

📚

The club meeting came to an end but you hardly kept up with any of the discussion. You couldn’t help but think of the last time you saw Lee and everything that came after. You didn’t know what you’d been thinking, why you did what you did. Curiosity, mostly as you tried to recreate that same feeling you got on the sheriff’s lap.

You didn’t realise your weekly session was over until the chairs scraped and bodies began to move. You stood and your purse fell over as you did. You bent to pick up your bag and scoop up the mess that spilled onto the floor. Another knelt across from you and snatch the red-spined book from amid the pile.

Andre held up the explicit novel and looked it over with a chuckle, “so this is what you like to read?”

“Hey,” you snatched it away and shoved it into your purse and stood, “no, I…”

You shrugged and dragged the chair back to the desk and shoved it beneath. You turned back to him as he watched you. You surpassed him as you headed for the door and heard him follow. Your skin was on fire with embarrassment.

“You know, it’s not really literature but it’s… expression nonetheless. I think it’s good that themes like that are being explored in writing--”

“It’s trash, I’m taking it to the donation bin,” you lied as you came out into the warm summer evening.

“Oh,” he said without conviction, “that’s too bad. You must be one of those prudish girls, then. I always thought so with the way you dress.”

“What?” you glanced over at him as he kept pace with you. You searched around for the cruiser but you only saw your fellow club members and the beaten up lemons they drove.

“Well, you’re not exactly pushing the envelope,” he intoned, “I don’t see you at any parties, either--”

“What does it matter?” you kicked a rock as you continued down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes peeled for Lee but you assumed he was waiting back at your residence as usual.

“Oh, I was just thinking you might want to come to one,” he suggested, “you know, loosen up a bit.”

“A party?” you asked as you turned onto Greek row, “I don’t know… I have plans and--”

“You have plans,” he scoffed, “are you that shy or that stupid?”

You were quiet as you didn’t know how to answer. Both, probably, you thought, but sniffed and kept on.

“I’m asking you out,” he said as you reached the corner of your street, “you know, maybe you can do more than read about fucking.”

“Excuse me?” you stopped short and turned on him, “I’m not lying. I have somewhere I’m supposed to be and-- and-- maybe I’m not interested in going out with you. You’re mean.”

His brows shot up and he tilted his head and laughed, “you’re such a precocious little thing, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you said, “but you should get out of here before--”

The siren whooped and you cringed. You heard the slow roll of tires as they drew up and the engine clicked into park. The door opened as Andre scowled past you and rolled his eyes. You stepped aside and looked over at Lee as he placed his hat on his head.

“What are y’all up to, tonight, huh?” he asked with half a smirk.

“Just talking,” Andre spat, “some bodunk cop like you can surely understand that.”

“Scuse me, boy?” Lee’s hand went to his belt, just beside his gun, “is that how they teach you college kids to talk to authority?”

“It’s how I talk to pigs when they oink at me,” Andre rebuffed, “now I was just having a discussion with this young woman--”

“Now don’t be uppity with me, boy, you out here making a public nuisance,” the sheriff stepped up on the curb.

“We were just talking, really,” you said quietly, “I was just saying goodbye.”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Andre dismissed him with a wave and turned back to you, “well, why don’t you just cancel and come up to Delt--”

You gasped as Andre was hauled off his feet and spun against the side of the cruiser. Lee twisted his arm back and bent him over the hood as he reached for his cuffs.

“What are you--”

“You saw that, girl,” Lee snarled, “he swung at me. That would be attempting an assault on an officer of the law.”

“Ummm,” you blinked and clutched your purse, “I don’t…”

“That’s an arrestable offence,” Lee snapped a cuff around Andre’s wrist as he struggled, “don’t look good on your record, neither. Think the dean will stand for it?”

“Get off of me!” Andre sneered, “I didn’t do anything--”

“You sure did,” Lee growled, “out here harassing young ladies and disrespecting an officer.”

“You’re insane,” Andre’s tried to pull away as the other cuff closed, “don’t you have anything better--”

“Honey, get in the car,” Lee ordered as he wrenched Andre up then slammed his face back down against the hood with a sickening crunch, “I don’t want you to see this.”

“Lee--” you said weakly, “please--”

“You know… this pig…” Andre huffed in a nasally voice.

“Y’aint talk to her, pretty boy,” Lee warned, “or I’ll break your teeth.”

“You’re--”

“Shhhh,” Lee hushed him and glanced over his shoulder at you, “now honey pie, get in the front seat. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You swallowed and cautiously went to the front door. You slid across the leather seat and closed the door. You heard them arguing before the back door opened and Andre was shoved inside, barely missing his head as he did. You peeked back at him as he horked up blood onto the floor.

The door slammed behind him and Lee got in on his side. He pushed into gear and took off from the curb with the squeal of tires. He glared in the mirror than looked over at you as his expression softened.

“Not exactly how I wanted the night to go but we drop him at the station real quick then we can have some fun, huh?” he smiled.

“You’re dating this creep?” Andre snorted from the back seat.

“Boy, you shut your mouth,” Lee barked at the rear view, “I ain’t tell ya again not to talk to the lady.”

Andre snickered darkly and shook his head as he hung it. He leaned against his cuffed hands and shifted.

“Fine, take me to the station,” he said blithely, “my father will have me out on the hour. Bail in these parts can’t be more than a penny.”

“Oh,” Lee sneered at the road as he drove through campus, “is that so?”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #laisse tomber les filles #the devil all the time #college au #au #series

[demon-guardian]

So before you read I might have gone crazy and written a 3.4K fanfic. Do I regret it? No. I had a lot of fun writing this so hope you enjoy under the Cut.

Wild Cat

So you and Opera know each other before you guys knew Balam and Kalego. You were a year older than Opera so when Opera came to Babyls Demon School they followed you around the school like you were their prey. You were the reason why Opera met Sullivan. Before meeting Sullivan, Opera would go around and attack other students, even some teachers. When Opera found out that you were Sullivan's right hand they started to stalk you. After following you for a bit after school they follow you to the back of the school.

“So you're Sullivan right hand, huh? You don’t look that strong. Maybe if I beat you up I will get a go at the big man himself.” Opera started to pounce at you.

You put your hands up to cover yourself and close your eyes waiting for the attack to come but it never did. You open your eyes to see Sullivan in front of you, stopping the attack with one finger.

“Tsk, tsk Opera, did you know it is very rude to attack fellow classmates,” Sullivan started to say, “why don’t you and I go and have a talk. What do you say, Opera?”

As Opera responded they lifted their leg up and went to kick Sullivan in the face but once again Sullivan was able to block it by grabbing his leg. Then Sullivan put Opera under his arm and started to walk off with Opera.

“Great let's go have our chat this way,” Sullivan says walking off, “Oh and (y/n) please cancel my meeting for today and tomorrow and have them reschedule, more important things came up. Once you tell them you can head home for the day.”

After whatever talk they had, Opera had a dazed and confused look for weeks, they looked like they were lost in thought. At the end of the week, you saw them sitting on one of the benches in school as all the other students started to leave school. You went to one of the vending machines and bought two sodas and walked up to Opera and handed it to them. Opera gave you a confused look before grabbing it. You two sat in silence drinking your soda, neither of you speaking, just watching the students walk by. It was a good 20 minutes before Opera finally broke the silence.

“Why are you sitting next to me? Just a week ago I tried to attack you.” Opera asked, looking down at the ground.

“You look a little lost. So I thought you could have someone to talk to. So what if you tried to attack me. You need someone to lend you an ear and I will lend you an ear.” You say.

Opera looked over to you with a surprising look on their face before looking back down at the ground. Silence fell onto you two again to the point that only the teachers were left in the school. Then once again Opera broke the silence.

“Sullivan said the same thing you said. He said I look lost and all this fighting is you trying to find you an answer. So talk to me, I will listen,” Opera said before pausing then they started to speak again, “I didn’t talk at all, I was quiet. He asks me all these questions and I never answer them. He sat with me for 6 hours before he said I will give you time to think so why don’t I take you home. Then I kicked him in the face and ran off. I still don’t know why I kicked him or why he wanted to help me even though I caused chaos for his school?”

You watch as his face looks so torn and their ears and tail are droopy. Silence fell onto you once again but for a much shorter time. But this time you were the one to speak.

“Sullivan did the same thing for me. I am a weak demon in strength and magic. I try to get into fights but most demons either push me away or just beat me up. So after one of the times I got beat up Sullivan found me and healed me up and asked me what happened. I told him and he asked me why I needed to fight to prove that I was strong? There are other ways to be strong. I was confused about what he meant, so I asked him to show me. Then he took me under his wing and taught me ways to be strong not in ways of strength or in magic but in wits, intelligence, and many other skills. Then the next thing I know I am his right hand.” You say.

“Will he do the same for me?” Opera asked.

“Yes he will, all you got to do is ask,” You answer, “But you can ask him another time let's get going home, he most likely is at his home as well.”

You got up off the bench and lent a hand towards them to help them up. They take your hand and stand up. As you walk out of school Opera speaks up again.

“I never got your name.” They say.

You let out a chuckle before answering, “You knew I was Sullivan's right hand but not my name.”

Opera looked down sheepishly, “I didn’t bother, all I cared for was beating you up, which I would like to say sorry for trying to beat you up.”

“Don’t worry about I’m not mad about it but the names (y/n).”

“Opera.”

“Pleasure to meet you Opera.”

After you two walk home the next day Opera asks Sullivan to find the answer to his question. Which Sullivan happily accepted. Then you and Opera became Sullivan's right hands and whenever Sullivan you two would hang out with each other becoming good friends.

Then your third year started and Opera second year started. Opera thought of a way to repay Sullivan's kindness and that was by cleaning up the school. Which means beating a bunch of demons up again. But this time you clean up the mess. This is also how you met Kalego and Balam who became Opera ‘underlings’. This was also the first time you got badly injured after you met Opera.

It was another day at school Opera beating up another group of students that they say they now have a reason for beating up, unlike last year. Kalego yelled at him to stop and Balam followed closely behind.

“Will you stop starting all these fights! You are making more of a mess than cleaning up the mess you think you are fixing!” Kalego yelled.

Opera was once again on top of another hill of bodies that you will have to send to the nurse's office. Opera was looking down at Kalego as if he was a little child crying over spilled milk.

“I will not stop. If you want me to stop you will have to beat me like this so call the guard dog of the school.” Opera said in a somewhat mocking tone. That only made Kalego even angrier.

“Why don’t you come down here then so I can put you down a peg or two!” Kalego yelled once more.

Opera gave a cocky smirk as he jumped off the hill of bodies. Those two were staring down at each other almost like there was lighting sparking off each other. You look over at Balam who was shifting around nervously looking at ways to stop this fight from happening. At this point, you knew you had to step in.

Stepping in between the two you spoke, “Alright you two knock it off. Kalego is right in this Opera you don’t need to fight to solve all of this. Kalego please stop getting angry at Opera, it only encourages them.”

Opera calms down and looks at you with almost a sad look to it and Kalego just lets out a huff. Having calmed down the fight you were finally able to get the hill of bodies to the nurse's office. After that, all of you went your separate ways to your class and that's when it happened. On your way to your class, another student walks up to you. You could tell from the injuries he had that it was most likely a student that Opera had beaten up. You could tell by the look on his face that he was pissed off.

“You're the one that's always by Opera side?” The student asked.

“Yes, that is correct.” You answer with some concern.

“Good now let's teach Opera a lesson by beating you up then maybe they will learn their lesson.” He said with venom dripping from his voice.

He cracked his knuckles as he started to walk up to you. You tried to back away but he was able to back you into a wall. Then after that, you don’t know what happened, he was able to knock you out. When you woke up when you were in the nurse’s office you saw that Balam and Kalego were next to you. Those two seeing you were up put relief on their faces. Balam pulls you into a hug seeing where up and Kalego pulls out his phone and looks to be texting someone.

“I’m so glad you are okay (y/n)” Balam said in his hug.

“What happened? How did I end up here?” You ask.

“Balam and I found you in the hallway unconscious with your head bleeding and a huge dent in the wall. We brought you here after we found you.” Kalego answered.

You look down at the ground hearing that and as you were about to speak up the door suddenly slammed open. You see Sullivan at the door, seeing you awake he runs over to you pushing Balam off of you.

In his crying mess, he said, “Oh (y/n) thank goodness you are okay. When I heard the news I was so worried. Even Opera was so worrying I think even more than me.”

“Where is Opera?” You asked.

Everyone went silent when you mentioned Opera. Their faces all gave an uncomfortable look to them. None of them wanted to answer the question and it was complete silence. Almost assuming the worst, the door opens once again to see Opera this time at the door. Their face had the same look of loss on it as when you saw them on the bench but this time it had other emotions on their face. The face showed a look of sadness and regret. Seeing that you were awake finally Opera rushed over sitting at the side of your bed next to Sullivan. Everyone faces look at Opera waiting for them to say something.

Opera, seeing everyone's look, answers their looks by asking, “Can you leave the two of us alone for a minute?”

“Of course Opera. Now come along Balam and Kalego, let's leave these two alone for a bit.” Sullivan said, getting up. Balam and Kalego got up and followed after Sullivan, closing the door behind them as they left, leaving the two of you alone.

Once Opera heard the door close behind them they spoke up, “It is my fault that you are here.”

“No, it is you weren’t the one who-” You started to say

“Yes, I was! If I didn’t get into those fights you would have never happened.” Opera yelled.

“You meant well with all the fights even though it might have been the best way of doing it. But you didn’t think this would happen. I am fine now Opera and please don’t blame yourself for this.” You say.

Then Opera goes silent almost as if they are thinking things through. Opera places a hand on top of yours and gives you a smile. You two sat in silence for the rest of the day. After that day Opera stood by your side and made sure you were out of harm's way. Opera got into fewer and fewer fights as the school years went by, sticking to mostly teasing Kalego instead. Each year as well you and Opera got even more closely with each other. You were able to stay out of harm's way until the next time you got injured at the Walter park incident.

Many years went by since then and both you and Opera became devil security for Sullivan and as well as a protector for Sullivan's newest member of the family, his grandson Iruma. While Opera helps with training Iruma in strength, you help out Iruma with his studying. Both you and Opera were confused on why Sullivan would pick Iruma who is a human over any demon but as both of you saw him grow you why he chose Iruma.

Now that vacation is here, all the kids from the misfit class all decide to go to Walter Park. Sullivan, being as nervous and worried for Iruma's safety, Opera, Balam, and Kalego were tasked with watching the students. All the kids look excited to see and explore Walter Park that they all almost ran off in different directions. The four adults grab the students, stopping them in their tracks.

“Can't we just go and do whatever we like?” Lied asked.

“No, if you want to split up, you’ll do it with a chaperone.” Kalego answers annoy with even the thought of them being all over the place.

“Why don’t we split everyone up into 3 groups?” Balam suggested.

“Wait, why not 4 groups? There are 4 adults here.” Jazz asks, pointing at each of the adults. Balam and Kalego both look unconfirmable at the thought of 4 groups almost not wanting to respond.

Opera responded to Jazz’s question, “(y/n) and I will be one group because we can’t be separated. Sullivan orders.”

You gave a confused look at Opera because you don’t remember Sullivan ever giving those orders but it seems to get the students to not question why only 3 groups. With setting up the competition you got all in your groups. Yours and Opera group happen to be all the girls and off to the clothing stores. Right after the hearing, Iruma was found again after a loud crash as the building gets destroyed by a panther rat. You and Opera got separated with you only having Elizabetta and Crocell while Opera has Clara and Ameri.

The panther rat kept destroying buildings with its tail sending debris flying your way. You were able to move the students out of the way but your movement must have caught the monster's eyes.

Because as you set down the students you hear Elizabetta yell, “Watch out (y/n)!”

You turn around to see one of the monster’s tails coming towards you and crash into your side sending you flying into one of the buildings. As you move and try to get up with your dizzy vision and your hearing ringing. You saw the monster staring down at you through the hole it made when it threw you. It stared down at you sending its tails ready to finish you off. As they come down you hear an ear-piercing scream of your name you couldn’t tell who it was from but the tails quickly disappear after the scream.

As you were able to get out of the hole you saw all the girls looking shocked and terrified but not at the monster but at Opera. Opera was in a blind rage and was destroying the monster each time one of the tails tried to attack them it was immediately cut down. You haven’t seen Opera fight like this before they almost look like they were in their wicked phase or worse return to origin. As the monster falls to the ground defeated single-handedly by Opera. You tried to walk up to Opera and call out their name but your vision got blurry and you fell unconscious.

When you woke up you found yourself in a bed in the hotel. You saw that there was food and get well soon cards on the nightstand next to you from the students. Right next to it was Opera sitting in a chair with their head resting on the bed asleep. You place your hand on top of their head and pet their ears. Their ears and tails started to twitch as Opera started to wake up. Opera eyes kept opening and closing, deciding whether or not to wake up. Deciding to wake up Opera to see you up gives you a smile. As Opera sat up in their chair you removed your hand from their head.

“The students are very kind to give me food and get a well-soon card, aren’t they?” You state.

“Yes, they are. The food was mostly Iruma, but the cards were from all of them. Elizabeth and Crocell wanted to say thank you for saving them.” Opera responded.

You two sat in silence only hearing the party going on in the hotel as background noise. You don’t know how long you sat in silence before Opera spoke again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t-” Opera started to say before you cut him off.

“Don’t finish that sentence,” You started to say, catching Opera off guard, “you didn’t fail to protect me. We were both doing a job to protect the students.”

“But I’m also there to protect you,” Opera said.

“Which you did when I got hit. I saw the fight and what you did. Thank you for saving me.”

“I don’t deserve your thanks. I wasn’t able to keep my promise to myself.”

“What promise?”

“After you got injured back when we were in our third and second year after that I promised to protect you.”

“But you can’t control that with the job we both have that is difficult.”

“Yes, I can! I can protect the person I care about and love the most!”

This sudden confession stun both you and Opera. Maybe Opera a little more than you. The room fills with silence once again but not the silence you are used to. Unlike the other silence that was comfortable this silence was heavy. Neither of you was able to speak at a loss for words trying to find what to say. Both of you as well not wanting to be the first one to speak. The silence went on for what felt like hours. Neither of you could hear the outside noise anymore. You two were staring at each other waiting for the other one to finally speak.

“Can you repeat?” You say breaking the silence almost in the worst way.

Opera took a deep breath before responding, “I have loved you since I think you talk to me on the bench. But it took me until you were injured to realize. Seeing you in the nurse's office injured by someone mad at me made me feel so guilty. So I promise to protect you with all my life as in the same way I protect Sullivan.”

“Why didn’t you tell me till now?” You asked.

“I didn’t know if you would return my feelings so I stayed silent. But I guess I can get your response now. If you don’t return them that's fine just let me stay by your side. All that matters is that I stay by your side because I truly love and care for you.” They respond.

You were stunned to hear that. For that long and to hold it in that long. Why didn’t they tell you? You would have returned it. After meeting them and seeing them grow. All the years spending time with each other. Helping each other during the worst. Opera protects you from any danger that comes your way. Then to see that rage for you being injured. How could you not fall for them?

Opera ears drip after not hearing you respond to their question. Taking the hint they start to get up and leave. You quickly grab their arm before they could leave. Opera turns to look at you in a confused manner. You quickly pull them down and give them a peck on the cheek. A shocked look came on Opera's face as a blush started to form on their face.

“Sorry, it took me so long to respond. So let us spend the rest of our time protecting each other.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32927290

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