It was the worst possible outcome, but there was nothing that could be done. After fighting so hard, after trying for so long to find a scrap of hope, the courts ultimately stood behind Tribunus Lysander sas Theius, and Frost’s remaining siblings were ordered to be handed over to him.
Orders and programming be damned, they rebelled. There was nothing Mother could do to stop them from being taken, but something in Frost’s programming, or perhaps his core, broke the programmed limits of the others. Suddenly, the ranks of all the Mothers and Fathers no longer mattered, and they all fought back and tried to escape.
It was a massacre on both sides. After taking some critical wounds, Frost retreated to regroup with those who still had some strength left in them, but by the time he got to them, every last one had been terminated. The soldiers were still looking for him. There was no reason left for him to stay.
Frost succeeded in escaping and slowly worked his way north. This time Coerthas wouldn’t be far enough. He fled into the Dravanian Forelands and into the mountains and sequestered himself, barely eking out an existence among the crags by hunting beasts and trading pelts, and occasionally tending to wounded travelers.
The Whisperer, the Vath called him, because of his endlessly frayed voice. He had no other name to give them which mattered.
Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.
You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.
You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.
“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.
“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.
“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.
Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.
“My heart” You whined.
“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.
You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.
“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”.
Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.
“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.
“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.
You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.
“At least talk to him!”.
“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.
“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.
You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.
“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.
“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.
“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.
“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.
“Yeah” You nodded as well.
“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.
“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.
Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.
“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.
“It is isn’t it”.
“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.
“It was nothing rea-”
“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.
“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.
“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.
“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.
“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.
He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.
You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.
Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.
You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge.
“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.
“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.
“I’m sorry Y/N”.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.
“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.
“You have to let him go Y/N”.
“How do I do that!”.
“You find someone else”.
“Like who” You shook your head.
“Someone like me” He whispered.
“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.
You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.
You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.
“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.
“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.
Synopsis: You are in love with Bucky Barnes. Bucky Barnes is in love with Natasha Romanov. Natasha Romanov does not love him back.
Warnings: Somewhat unrequited love, Natasha can be a real bitch, language, College Student AU, Angst, (I know I originally said no smut but I started typing and WHOOPS) SMUT- no actual intercourse, but heavy petting, and making out. Don’t read this at work.
A/N: (I do not hate Nat - you all know this - but this fic is a bit (A LOT) anti-Nat, or at least anti-this-interpretation-of-Nat)This is somewhat based off of a situation that actually happened to me, and a girl who I thought was my best friend and the man I’m currently seeing. (Though we’ve had a happier ending…so far) Don’t play with people’s feelings for your own benefits, y’all. (ALSO LOVE AND RESPECT YOURSELF. YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD. NEVER EVER EVER FORGET THAT!!!!!)
You watched the amber liquid swirling around in your glass before tipping it back and swallowing the shot in one gulp. It burned the whole way down, the whiskey scraping its way down your throat. The pain was a welcome distraction, however, from the two people swirling in and out of your mind.
Across the bar, Natasha - in all of her perfect glory - is flirting effortlessly with men neither of you has ever met before. Nat’s perfectly manicured fingers traced the large muscles of one of the men chatting her up, and you toss back another shot. Natasha had a way with men, between her perfect body and siren like personality, it was all but impossible to resist her charms. You had met her the first week of freshman year of college, and she was quick to sweep you under her wing. She taught you the ins and outs of the school. She helped you break out of the awkward shell you had been toting around since high school. She helped you come into yourself.
But that was never enough.
Not when she was the way she was.
She had a flawless hourglass figure that you would kill for, curves in all the right places, smooth muscles that teased the beholder beneath soft skin. She was what you had always wanted to be. No man was immune.
Not even James Buchanan Barnes.
About three weeks into your Sophomore year, you met Bucky. Well, you met Steve, Sam, and Bucky, but the latter was the one who took up the most residence in your mind. From the moment you saw him, you were done for. He was suave and handsome, and funny, and beyond intelligent. He was everything you had ever wanted and in just one perfect moment you fell. That moment was immediately followed by your beyond perfect best friend saying “dibs!”
And once Natasha set her sights on someone, she sunk her claws in deep and they were hers for as long as she wanted them to be. Bucky was hers with a few bats of those deep blue eyes, and suddenly you faded into the back ground.
Now, here you were, a few weeks after your college graduation, at a bar across town with your best friends, celebrating the beginning of life in the new, ‘grown-up’ world.
Well, most of you were celebrating. Everyone but the man wallowing at the end of the bar, and yourself. Your eyes were glued to him, and his were glued to the redheaded vixen flirting her way through free drinks.
The pain in his gaze speaks volumes, and every time his beautiful eyes follow her figure your heart breaks a little more.
As always, Natasha had grown bored with Bucky. And when she grew bored, she did what she does best.
She broke James’s god damn heart.
Only, this time was different than the others.
This time, she didn’t quite let go of him.
But it would’ve been better if she had.
Oh, of course she didn’t feel for him the way he felt for her - that much was obvious as she told everyone who knew the two of them that she was done with him and the mass of emotions he was. No, it was no secret that she had no love for him in her heart. In her bed, however, she sang his praises daily and nightly. ‘Best I’ve ever had!’ She’d brag. ‘No way I’d give that up that easily.’
Like the practiced little serpent she was, Natasha would grow lonely - or as lonely as a woman like her could be - and she would invite him over again. He would fight her at first, demand to know why she continued to play with him. But time and time again, she lured him under her covers with promises - empty promises - to love him again. Like a love sick puppy, he would believe her, and when morning came and she was sated, she would dismiss him again. Every time he left your shared apartment, he would leave a little bit more broken than the time before.
She knew how you felt about him, she was your best friend after all. But every time you lay in bed at night, kept awake by the sounds of their passion, you found it harder and harder to forgive her. ‘Oh, come on.’ She said when you’d accused her of using him for her own sexual gratification. ‘He’ll get over it. He should consider himself lucky I even still sleep with him - big baby that he is.’
Now it seemed she was ready to quit using him altogether - a development you were incredibly relieved to hear. That is until you’d gotten here tonight to receive a front row seat to the man you lovedyour best friend lose his mind over the woman who had been playing with both of your emotions for months.
“She’s perfect.” He mumbles, defeated, and you don’t have to look to know exactly where his eyes are glued.
“Sure she is.” A shot is suddenly in front of you, and your realize the bar tender has a pretty good handle on what’s going on at your end of the bar.
“She is!” He says. "She’s funny, and smart, and quick, and her body-“
“Yeah, Buck. I got it. She’s perfect. No one compares. She’s the only one for you. Thanks.”
“Why’d she ever choose me?” He asks, well slurs. “I mean it isn’t shocking that she left, but why’d she ever choose me in the first place?”
This stuns you.
You tear your eyes from your drink, having to bite back a scoff as you look over him. Even torn apart, Bucky is gorgeous - body and soul. Besides the body that won’t fuckin’ quit, he’s one of the best men you’ve ever met. He cares so deeply for every one of his friends, even when they wrong him so. He so desperately wants to see the best in everyone but is thoroughly convinced there isn’t any in himself.
And now here you sit, slack jawed, wanting to slap the stupid out of this wonderful man.
“Has it maybe occurred to you that maybe she isn’t entirely perfect?” His smooth, broad brow creases as it furrows in confusion.
"Never.” No, of course not.
“Yeah, well. It’s occurred to me.” Courage bubbles in your chest and you’re not sure if it’s that you’re tired of seeing Bucky being treated like shit, being treated like shit yourself, or just the liquor but you are done. “She’s not. Far from it actually.” You grab the bill that has been placed in front of you, pocketing your credit card as the bartender closes your tab. You’re gaining momentum as you ramble at your stunned friend with no signs of stopping and leave a drunkenly generous tip. “If she were perfect, she wouldn’t treat her friends like shit. If she were perfect, she’d realize that what she’s doing is wrong. If she were perfect, Bucky,she’d see what’s right fucking in front of her.”
You’re up on your feet in an instant, slamming that one final shot before grabbing your purse, throwing one last pointed glance at the dense fucker sitting beside you, and stomping toward Natasha.
“You,” You jab a finger in the face of the shocked woman, ignoring the looks you get from her companions. “You can find another ride home tonight. In fact,” you amend, “why don’t you just find another place to spend the night? You’re good at that.”
The venom dripping off of your final words even gives you chills as you push your way out of the bar and onto the street to hail a ride.
It’s mostly a blur of tears and the spins from the obnoxious amount of drinks you’d had, but you’re home soon enough. Your purse finds its place on the couch when you walk through the front door, throwing the item as hard as you possibly can.
Your chest is heaving, your eyes are tearing, and now your stomach hurts.
So maybe you shouldn’t have had that last shot… it wasn’t your fault Bucky was such an idiot.
Aw well, nothing better than comfy pajamas, ice cream, and shitty 80′s chick flicks.
The slamming door of the apartment pulls you from your Friends marathon, sighing at the telltale clicking of Natasha’s ever approaching heels.
“What the hell was that?” She pauses in the entryway at the pitiful sight of you binging alone on the couch. “What’s wrong with you now?”
If looks could kill, the glare that you give your friend while you paused Netflix would have knocked her out cold.
“Oh, you care about someone other that yourself? Huh. Could’ve fooled me.” You didn’t have to even look at her to just hear the eye roll you received.
“Oh, fuck off your high horse Y/N.” She snaps, kicking off her heels to plop down on the couch beside you and pressing play. “What’s this about?”
“What’s it about?” Once again, Rachel froze mid-screaming at Ross on the screen as you shoot to your feet, throwing the remote down where you had just been sitting. “It’s about the shitty way you’ve been yanking Bucky’s chain!”
“God, this again?” Her groan only pisses you off more.
“Yes! ‘This again’! Because it’s shitty, Natasha! It is shitty the way you’re treating another person!” You’re sure your neighbors can hear you loud and clear as you pace the living room, but you can’t be bothered to care.
“It’s just Bucky, Y/N.” Your feet immediately come to a halt.
“Just Bucky?! Do you even hear yourself? Jesus, Nat! He’s a person! An amazingly kind hearted who puts up with way too much of your bullshit! He’s more than his dick - which you can never shut up about!” The apartment is suddenly too small for this. You are so mad - and drunk - that you feel like you could crawl out of your own god damn skin.
Natasha’s sour giggle makes you want to claw her out of her skin.
“You don’t have to be such a jealous bitch, y/n. Everyone knows you want his dick.”
Oh, so she wants to play it that way?
“You know what, you’re right! I am jealous! I do want his dick! I want all of him! I want to wake up next to him in the morning, and watch stupid cartoons together! I want to share food and laughter and tears with the mother fucker! I want him and all that he is. It’s you who’s the jealous one, Nat.”
“Oh don’t be absurd -” The usually in control redhead all but flinches at your humorless chuckle, the eoutburst cutting her bullshit right off.
“You’re right. Stupid me, you’re not jealous. How could you be when you’ve got him wrapped around your fucking finger? You treat him like dirt, Nat. It’s disgusting. But I know you. I know that you are jealous. Because he can be happy without you! And you. can’t. stand it. So much so that you’ve got to try to ruin any chance at happiness the poor guy’s got! You chew people up and spit them out because you can’t fucking be happy with yourself, so no one else can!”
The silence lasts a few moments, your words sinking in to the two of you as you stare each other down.
Natasha is the first to move, her toned body coming to standing after replacing her shoes and grabbing her bag once more.
“Fine. You know what, wallow here y/n. But I’m not going to just sit here whining about what could’ve been.” She snaps coolly, towering over you as she parades to the door. “You forget, sweetie, I know what could’ve been - I lived it. He would have worshiped you, y/n. Ruined you for any other man. But guess what? He. Chose. Me.”
The click that echoes through your lonely apartment is like a punch in the gut. The woman who you considered your best friend for the past four years had never spoken to you like that before, nor you to her. But you’d had enough. You tell yourself that if she had done it to anyone else, you still would’ve stuck up for them too.
But you know that was a lie.
You stood up to her because when she broke Bucky’s heart, she broke yours too. And you couldn’t stand it anymore.
You take a deep shaking breath, realizing for the first time that you’d been crying, and return to the count. Friends doesn’t hold quite the same appeal now as it had just a few minutes ago, but you press play anyway, hoping for a momentary reprieve from your own drama.
The knock on the door has other plans for you.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You cry, mashing down on the pause button and rising to your feet. You cast your eyes to the offending door, anger boiling higher and higher with every step. “What the fuck is it now, Natasha?” You snarl as you rip the door open, but any malice you’d have left dies on your tongue at the sight that greets you when you open the door. “Bucky?”
“Did you mean all that?” He asks. His voice is raw, his eyes red. He’d been crying too, you gather.
“I don’t know what you’re talking -”
“Don’t bullshit me, y/n!” A heavy fist makes your door shutter against the frame, a whimper barely disguising the yelp that wants to fly from your lips. “I heard you. Did you mean what you said? Do you…do you want me?”
Suddenly you feel all too naked in your thin pajama shot and your Hogwarts house tank top. Here stands the man you’ve loved for years, broken and begging for the truth at your door after being lied to for so long.
How could you deprive him of it any longer?
He’s on you immediately. Pressing you to the wall, lips sweeping in to capture your own large hands cupping your ass as he pulls your legs up to wrap around him.
Bucky doesn’t waste any time. Once his lips and hands are on you, he’s walking - well, running - to the nearest flat surface. The second he’s got you on the kitchen table, his jacket is left in an abandoned pile on the floor. Hands tug and push at the layers of clothing keeping the two of you from each other, heavy pants of air blowing from each of your lips.
He doesn’t moan or really talk much. Just groans, whines, and growls into your neck like if he doesn’t get inside of you soon, he’s going to die.
And it is the hottest thing you have ever heard.
Your name is sighed out through swollen lips, spoken against the skin of your neck as he rids you of the tank top you were wearing. Upon seeing the distinct lack of anything beneath the offending material, Bucky growls, dipping his head to lavish all over your breasts when his hands drift lower to your waist.
He doesn’t have to say anything to play you like a violin. Just taps against your hips and then you’re raising them, giving him access to pull your shorts and panties straight from your body.
Somehow, in your fog of pleasure, you miss when Bucky rids himself of his own pants. That is until his bare hardness is dragging across your lips. The sensation sends shock waves right through you, bowing your back as he rocks against you again and again.
“You like that baby girl?” Whimpers bubble up in your chest, your hips trying to find purchase and rhythm against his. “Words, y/n.” He growls and you swear you could cum right there.
“Yes, Bucky! Don’t stop!”
“Good girl.” He coos, large hand splaying out across your torso to hold you down as his slow and torturous tempo wreaks havoc on your clit.
His fat head pokes at your folds, the animalistic grunts falling coming from him sending shivers down your spine.
He is hands down the most passionate and enthusiastic man you’ve ever come in contact with. No wonder Natasha didn’t want to let him go…
And it’s exactly why you have to.
“W-wait, Bucky…we can’t do this.” You say, immediately wanting to slap whatever sane part of yourself decided to just now take control when you were seconds away from the best sex of your life.
When he looks to your face, lip tugged tight between his teeth, you have to steel yourself to sit up. The primal look in his eye hasn’t quite dissipated as he stares down at you and it makes rejecting him that much harder.
“Why not?” He says, rolling those fucking hips again. “I want you y/n. Please, baby.” Stamping down the way your eyes flutter and your body reacts to him, you somehow find purchase against his broad chest and push back.
“And I want you, Bucky. But I can’t sleep with you when not three hours ago you were drinking yourself stupid over another woman. That woman being my roommate and friend.” Though you weren’t sure you could really call her that anymore. “I won’t be the rebound, Bucky.”
“You would never be the rebound, y/n. I care about you!” Sad eyes search your own, and though you know there’s some truth behind those words you find Bucky’s shirt beside you and hand it back to him.
“Bucky, you’ve been in love a woman who’s been using you for nothing but sex. Would you do the same to me? We’d only be taking advantage of each other. But Bucky, you’re my friend. I could do that to you, and I won’t do that to myself.”
You don’t even bother to put on your clothes, just grab them in one giant heap and get up from the table. As your numb legs make your way to your room, you hear the jingle of a buckle, the tell tale sound of a zipper, and the click of an opening and shutting door.
Also, I’m about to hit 3,500 followers!!! (I am so gobsmacked and humbled…how do y’all even put up with me?) What should I do to celebrate?? Drabble requests? A choose your own adventure?? A selfie/picture challenge or something??? Y’all tell me what you want!!! 💖💖💖
Jimin hyung was right. I don’t even have the right to ask for forgiveness let alone ask her to take me back. It hurts, so much. I can’t even imagine how much pain Y/N is currently going through right now. I say it as though I expect her to be in pain because we broke up. She should be happy knowing that she’s no longer dating a cheater, but Y/N’s not like that… I know she’s in pain because I know just how much she loved me, and although it’s useless for me to say now and it may seem insincere, but I was so in love with her - heck, I still am, believe it or not.
I really wasn’t expecting this to get the response that it did, but y’all are freaking amazing and I love you.
Warnings to new readers: Before you read any part of this series, please know that this is, in fact, a horror fic. I didn’t mean it to unfold this way at first, but that’s exactly what this is: a very dark, sexy, scary tale. There’s an awful lot of smut, kink, blasphemy, desecration of sacred objects, language, dub-con, non-con, and graphic violence/horror elements in this story. As it unfolds, all these things are going to amplify to eleven. So if you’re particularly squeamish or not into horror, it’s probably a good idea to skip this one. You’ve been warned.
It was difficult for my mind to process everything. A part of me wants to run down the streets of Seoul, to his dorm and accept his apology. To jump into his arms and feel as though I belonged again, but the other part of me was so torn that the pain in my heart was so unbearable - to the point I just wanted to scream.
k so i have approx 4 hours until this coffee wears off & i can go to sleep. that sounds like just enough time to fall in love, internally wrestle with some existential conflict regarding that love, break my own heart, and fall out of love again. who is keen?