i have never been more jealous

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“I am sorry, you know.  I started going to this support group for my drinking problem…  I don’t know if you even knew about that.  Anyway, the people there talk about their pasts and I’ve been thinking a lot more about mine…  I’m sorry for the things I said to you when Ginger and I were going through the divorce.  And even before that.  Our parents were always so proud of you and they picked you to be heir.  I should have been happy for you, but instead, I was jealous, so I did everything I could to screw with you.  You and Ginger would have had a good life together, no doubt in my mind, had I not gotten in the way.  I’ll never be able to fix what I did, but I’ll always regret it.”

“Creed, I appreciate your apology, I honestly never expected you say any of that.  Just know, I’m happy with how my life turned out, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I bet you know the name of every star up there, don’t you?”

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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YALL I’M SO SHOOK I WAS VOLUNTEERING AT SOMEPLACE AND THIS LITTLE GIRL COME UP AND ASKS ME TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO HER AND THEN HER MOM GOES “ISNT THAT INTERESTING, FEYRE?” AND I’M LIKE NO I DIDN’T HEARD CORRECTLY BUT THE MOMS LIKE “OK LET’S GO FEYRE” AND I FREAK OUT LIKE I’M SO SHOOK I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR RHYS HUN

Don’t lose hope.

To the people who can’t attend the RP3 tour. 
To the people who can’t attend PAX.
To the people who do attend but don’t get into the lines to meet their favourite Youtubers.

I’m so SO sorry. It’s heartbreaking. I know it is. It’s so hard to miss out and see the excitement flooding in from seemingly everyone else in the community.  

It’s utterly heartbreaking. I know. I’ve been there. 

It’s completely understandable to be jealous and disheartened. It’s so hard to bite back tears and offer congratulations to those who’ve achieved your dream without you. 

But don’t give up hope.  Please.  I never thought my time would come, but it did. Yours will too.  There are more tours coming. Markiplier tours, GG tours, JSE tours.  They’re coming. And there’s no knowing where they’ll be.  If you have to save your scraps to afford it, or wait until you’re old enough to go alone, you can still do it.  Don’t say it’ll never happen for you.  Start saving pennies now in case it does. You increase your chances of affording the unexpected.

There is always a chance. Always hope. A friend who unexpectedly helps you out. A parent who changes their mind. An early Christmas present. A tour on your doorstep.  There is hope.

The boys will be around for some time yet. Your time will come.  Don’t lose hope.  Please.

Dear Friend,

Hi. How are you? Hope you’re well. Hope everything’s well.

It seems that I’ve only caused more problems for myself. “How?” Is probably what you could be asking yourself.

How…I don’t know how exactly it happened.

I’ve known about The Moon for almost four years now. I’ll admit, the first time I saw her was when she was singing for everyone looking deep into the sky. I shouldn’t have felt any special as I heard her mesmerizing voice echo out through the night. It was her way of showing everyone of her love for music. To prove that she was worth of her shine. That besides the beautiful glow, there was more to her that any of us could ever see from earth.

It wasn’t long ago that I heard her voice again, except this time there was something different about it. The song was slow and tender. I could hear her voice whither from the sobs she tried to hold back. Looking up into the sky I saw The Moon. She was crying. Tears streaming down snow white cheeks, even through closed eyes they escaped. I could hear the pain her heart suffered through the words she managed to keep in perfect harmony. I could even see the stars trying to comfort her with soothing words, charming compliments, and incredibly horrible jokes you’d most likely hear from a stereotypical father figure.

Maybe it was low of me, but I was jealous of them. Jealous of the stars for they got to be near The Moon while I helplessly watched from the ground. There was never a time more than that moment that I wanted to be off this earth.

I thought of everything I could do.

How could I get The Moon to notice me?

Before I knew it, I’d begun to sing the song I’d always heard her sing. It having been engraved in my memory from the first moment only to surface when I needed it most, along with all the thoughts I had of that night when I laid my eyes on her.

The way her voice sent a wave of chills to crash through every inch of my skin.

The way her eyes showed how much love and wonder she had for everything.

The way I felt at peace when I was under the light of her beautiful glow.

The best of it all though…the way her smile sent my heart into a wildfire that spread rapidly throughout me.

Singing her song that night, I realized what it was that I felt. I questioned and scolded myself for barely seeing this now.

For now, I’d set myself up for a long and painful fight.
The crying ceased and I opened my eyes while continuing to sing only to see her now noticing how the stars had come to her side. She thanked them for their effort and told them how much she loved them, but I knew she was simply withdrawing her pain for them, not wanting them to worry. The Moon was willing to put on a façade for those she loved because if she were to fall then others would follow. She hid that part of herself.

The darkest side of The Moon.

I’d not stopped singing. I wasn’t going to. I was going to keep singing until the day The Moon would notice me. See how there was someone willing to understand and listen for she too should be allowed to be sad.
I look forward to that every night. Going out and looking above to find her. Bringing myself to sing, no matter what condition I was in.

Even if she didn’t notice me, I never stopped hoping for her happiness. To never see her smile fade away. That maybe one day I could become a star, so then I could possibly have a chance of speaking with her. Telling her my worries and how I’d be more than willing to help her get back the side she suppressed in the dark.

She had not noticed me, but I never stopped hoping. If were never meet, then the only thing I want for her is to be happy.

The Moon is nothing without her luminescent smile.

From,
A Grounded and Stranded Admirer.

—  foreverdreaming252  // the letters that never reached you #1
can we pretend || stiles stilinski (!!)

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 2,783

warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, fingering

authors note: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thank you so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

part one. // part two

summary: reader wants to make her ex jealous and stiles is more than wiling to help. although, things get a little too carried away. 


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Prompt list!

Here is the prompt list! Please make some requests the queue is widddeeeee open right now. Feel free to request any character, not just the ones I have already written! Alright let’s have some fun!

1.     “I love you, you idiot.”

2.     “That’s never going to happen.”

3.     “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”

4.     “Damn, when did y/n get hot?”

5.     “Only if you give me a piggy back ride!”

6.     “Who doesn’t like waffles?”

7.      “Just shut up and kiss me.”

8.     “Is there a reason your crawling through my window?”

9.     “You’re everything to me.”

10.  “I had the weirdest dream about you and now I can’t stop thinking about you naked.”

11.  “just tAKE THE JACKET”

12.  “I can’t stop blushing… You’re not helping!”

13.  “I’ll always be here.”

14.  “You’re my nerd.”

15.  “We could just make a fort…”

16.  “Hey! Don’t do that! You can’t do that to me!”

17.  “I don’t regret it, not even for a second!”

18.  “They’re right behind me aren’t they?”

19.  “Then come here and make me.”

20.  “Sometimes I wish the sun wouldn’t go down.”

21.  “Were you ever going to tell me?”

22.  “I’ve never said that to any one before.”

23.  “In your dreams!”

24.  “Oh bite me!”

25.  “I’ve never been more in love with you.”

26.  “Can you just hold me?”

27.  “Nothing would make me happier.”

28.  “Dance with me?” “But there’s no music!”

29.  “Where’s your shirt?”

30.  “The least you could do is not hog the blanket.”

31.  “You should stay hydrated.” “What?” “You should-“ “I heard you…”

32.  “Have you seen my… oh”

33.  “You’re not always right you know!

34.  “I can fix that.”

35.  “For the last time I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

36.  “Is this you trying to seduce me?”

37.  “Wait… is this a date?”

38.  “If I did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you.”

39.  “ I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

40.  “I just miss you every second of every day.”

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As You Were - S2 E20

The List - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Quite NSFW)

Summary : You and Bruce, are making a list of all the people you slept with…Because why not ?

I just had this stupid idea when I was at work and sorry for it…hope you’ll still kinda like it and boom, here :

Do NOT read if NSFW/smutty things make you feel uncomfortable, you can go check my other fluffy and angsty stories instead, over there ;-) : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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You don’t even remember who started it.

You don’t remember if it’s you who made a snarky comment first, or him.

You both were equally gifted in the sarcasm area, so it really could be any of you. And none of you could actually remember the instigator of it all…

But oh someone definitely started it, and now, you were both sitting on the floor around the coffee table of the living room, a pen in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of you, thinking about all the people you had sex with. 

Or rather, about the people you had sex with and that you both knew. 

Who cared about some unknown guy from a bar, or a girl from a gala ? 

They meant nothing. They were just pleasure on the spot, something that didn’t matter at all and…to be honest, both you and Bruce didn’t care about those one night stands with people you didn’t give a damn about…You both knew you weren’t each other’s first time after all, and one night stands ? They were long over and there were not nearly as much as everyone thought…Bruce had only a few, and you too. And again, it was such a long time ago, and so meaningless (definitely not your favorite kind of sex, and Bruce would agree with that). 

This list was about the people you had sex with, with whom you shared part of your life, and/or someone you both knew. 

You knew almost everything about each others, but your past relationships ? You rarely talked about it. You never felt the need to, as you were too in love with each others for anyone else to really matter…

Both of you already stated multiple times, in your long years of marriage, that you never loved anyone like you loved each other. That all those past relationships were nothing compared to what you felt to each others. 

But…Curiosity always got the better of the two of you. 

And besides, when Bruce learnt that you used to date his best friend, Clark, he started to wonder if you slept with anyone else he knew, after all, you knew lots of Justice League members before knowing him so…He just wanted to know (he would never admit it, but he was quite jealous really. Grumpy Broosh). 

And so here you were, after one of you made a comment about it (wether it was you comparing Bruce to Clark or him saying something about Selina, you didn’t quite remember), writing a list. You were writing the last name on yours when Bruce raised his head and, very sternly said :

-I’m done.  

You smiled as you finished the last letter of the name you were writing and looked up, smiling at him. 

-Me too. 

Just another proof of how you were always so damn in sync, finished right at the same time. He doesn’t smile, and you smirk at him as you exchange papers. And…Exact same number than you. You quickly look over it and chuckle a bit, he detached his attention from your list (his frown getting bigger by the second as he was reading it), and, a bit suspicious, says : 

-What ? 

-Bruce, I think the two of us basically slept with the entire league. We’re super-sluts my heart. 

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Boyfriend Yoongi

I got bored and for some reason thought about this topic and this happened.

very minor smut mention

no idea if I will do the others…

Originally posted by jinje-reactions

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  • Probably develops slowly 
  • “What are you doing now?” 
  • “Nothing Yoongi why?”
  • “Want to chill in my studio while I work?” 
  • This becomes a thing
  • You sit on your phone or study while he works hard, to keep him company
  • Taking him coffee when he’s falling asleep at the desk 
  • Netflix break
  • At first you both just sit silently on two swivel chairs 
  • soon you share a blanket
  • The others noticing how close you have both gotten
  • “What? No nothing is happening between us.” 
  • Arriving to keep him company one time and he already has a movie waiting
  • “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
  • “One movie is fine.”
  • ….3 movies later. 
  • First kiss he makes the move
  • leans in slow like he’s unsure you want it
  • Lips moving slowly
  • His hand cupping your face
  • He’s pretty cool about it after
  • But he low-key blushed when you weren’t looking 
  • First date is a 1 am struggle to find somewhere that has good coffee (Or even serves it)
  • You end up watching the city lights and having deep conversations
  • falling asleep in his studio 
  • Him covering you with his jacket
  • wearing his hoodies/sweaters
  • PDA is a no
  • But when you’re alone you better watch out
  • Breathy kisses
  • Neck kisses
  • Hands all over your body
  • Your hands sliding up his shirt
  • Low moans
  • “I want you.”
  • Rough sex
  • Lazy morning sex
  • But he’s also passionate 
  • He wants you to know he cares so much about you
  • How much everything means to him (He just struggles showing it)
  • Yet he also knows how to make you heat up from his touch 
  • But apart from that…
  • Dates where it’s just the two of you probably inside or getting coffee
  • He secretly loves to cuddle you
  • Likes it when you let him sleep on your legs
  • Running your fingers through his hair to help him sleep
  • You get to listen to his music first 
  • “What do you think of this demo?” 
  • Trying to teach you how to work his equipment
  • “What does this button do?” 
  • “…That’s the power button.”
  • “Well it needs a label…” 
  • He turns up the next day with a label maker
  • His random weird moments
  • Spoils you 
  • “Stop buying things for me…”
  • “How about no?” 
  • He likes touching you ( Not in that way, calm your brain.)
  • Whether it’s lacing your pinkies together
  • Or your knees touching one another while sat together
  • He struggles with telling you how he feels but you know
  • Patience within the relationship is key
  • It’s something you slowly develop together
  • Trying new things together
  • The first time he says it, it’s where his feelings began in the studio during a movie
  • “You like this movie?”
  • “It’s one of my favorites…”
  • “ah…yeah.” *Goes really silent* “….I love you.” 
  • You sit with a big grin 
  • “I love you too…”
  • He lets out a long breath like a weight is finally lifted from his shoulders
  • “Would of been awkward if you said nothing.” 

Bonus little bits 

  •  That one time he tripped over his own feet and tried to act cool about it
  • “Did anyone see?”
  • “Everyone saw…”
  • “Dammit…” 
  • The time you wanted to go to an amusement park for a date
  • “That’s not my thing…” 
  • “I’ll ask Jungkook then.
  • Suddenly he’s interested
  • “What? An amusement park, sounds amazing!” 
  • He can get jealous but tries to be low-key
  • When you’re with Hoseok, Yoongi is the third wheel 
  • “When did this happen?” 
  • It’s like date night with you and Hoseok, but Yoongi tags along
  • He doesn’t mind, he likes how close you are with the boys
  • “You gonna have kids one day?” Jimin randomly asks
  • “Ok slow down we already have Holly.” 
  • Yoongi makes a fool of himself more around you, but you love it

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This could have been way better but I did this at like 4am and have never done something like this before. 

Masterlist Sebastian Stan Fics

I think it’s clear I will be writing a lot more of this man in the future and my Hiddleston Masterlist is already way too long, so I’m going to split them up from now on.

These are all the Sebastian/Bucky fics I’ve written so far. Any warnings or triggers are in the posts.
Most of these stories are 18+nsfw and quite explicit, some are just pure fluff. I don’t write Bdsm and I don’t take requests (sorry).

Thank you all so much for following, liking, reblogging and leaving me sweet comments!

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One shots:

Rebound: (Sebastian) Erin finds comfort in the arms of a friend after her boyfriend cheats on her. Fluff

The late shift: (Sebastian, based on Lance Tucker) When Kira works the late shift with Sebastian things heat up quickly. 18+ nsfw 

The man on the train: (’Romanian’ Bucky Barnes) After traveling home from a disappointing trip with your boyfriend, who ignores you constantly, you meet a dark handsome stranger on the train who is more than willing to give you the attention you deserve. 18+nsfw

Last Christmas: (Sebastian) You were supposed to spend Christmas with a couple of friends in a cabin outside of the city. When they all fail to get there on time you end up alone with Sebastian, the guy you slept with last Christmas and who then left you for dead. 18+nsfw

All that glitters: (Sebastian, Tom Hiddleston) When Tom surprises you with a very expensive big gift on New Year’s Eve your friend Sebastian, who’s always been in love with you, witnesses the whole thing and feels jealous and embarrassed because he got you a much simpler gift. Fluff

Oblivion: (Bucky Barnes) A sad Bucky drabble.

Be with me: (Stucky) After a night of too much drinking Bucky finally confesses his feelings to Steve. Fluff

Take off: (Tayte Hanson, Bucky) You and Bucky end up on a plane with porn star Tayte Hanson who makes you a member of the Mile high club. Also, Bucky is a little shit. 18/nsfw

Warm bodies(Stucky AU) Bucky is a young lost vampire wandering the city when he meets an older lonely bearded Steve. Both men are inexplicably drawn to each other. 18+nsfw

Take my breath away: (Steve, Bucky) You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans. Fluff

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Multi chapters:

Who says you can’t go home?: (Bucky Barnes) Jess meets the mysterious Bucky at the homeless shelter where she volunteers and he saves her from an attacker, but is she really safe with Bucky? 18+ nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (finished)

You can cry on my shoulder: (Sebastian) After a break up with your boyfriend you meet your friend Sebastian in the bar and he comforts you. 18+nsfw Part 1, Part 2 (finished)

Amends: (Sebastian, Tom Hiddleston) Sebastian lives right down the hall from you and one night you end up having amazing sex with him. The morning after however your ex, Tom, is back in town. 18+nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (finished)

Summer charm: (young Sebastian) During his summer job a young Sebastian meets Tess, a married woman who is bored with her life and intrigued by his attention. 18+ nsfw chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4 (finished)

My best friend’s girl: (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers) Bucky’s been in cryo for a year now, during that time you and Steve have grown closer together. You both want more but are scared to give into your feelings, until one night… 18+nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 (finished)

Can I be him?: (Sebastian, Tayte Hanson) You’ve been trying to get Sebastian’s attention for years but he never seems to notice you, until your friend Tayte decides to help you out and try and make Sebastian jealous. 18+nsfw Part 1, Part 2 (finished)

All I wanted was you: (university Sebastian) Your roommate Sebastian is the typical frat boy, overly confident and constantly partying and flirting with any girl that isn’t you. He stands for everything you hate so why can’t you stop that silly crush you have on him? 18+nsfw Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Masterlist Chris Evans

Masterlist Tom Hiddleston

anonymous asked:

More gay divorcee au pls bc I wanna see how it goes when Tony meets his Army neighbors (also I want someone, preferably Pepper/Tony, punching Ty)

Tony was trying very hard not to cry.

Last night he’d gotten a call from Ty—from Stone. He’d been too scared to pick it up, had let it go to voicemail. When he’d finally gotten the courage to listen to the message, it had been nothing but vitriol, telling him that he was nothing, that he’d regret leaving, he’d never make it alone and he’d ruin Peter just like Howard had ruined him. Tony had saved the message with shaking fingers and sent a text to Pepper about it to tell his lawyer for the restraining order, because she—she was being an amazing friend and handling that for him while his world fell down around his ears.

With the voicemail, he hadn’t been able to sleep well. He’d tossed and turned with nightmares of Stone getting custody of Peter, of Tony only being allowed to see him sparingly, of seeing bruises on Peter’s little body and Peter’s accusing eyes, as if to say ‘you could have prevented this.’ And then those nightmares were interspersed with memories of the gaslighting Stone had had made him suffer throughout their entire relationship, telling Tony he was being silly or overreacting and laughing about it, and memories of the times Stone had hit him and then apologized and made Tony feel like it was his fault, like he’d been asking for it.

Then Peter had woken up with an earache and Tony had had to give him medicine and Peter hated taking medicine. Peter would spit out pills if they were given to him, and any attempt at giving him liquid medicine ended up with more of the dose on Peter’s clothes than in his mouth. Tony had finally had to cave and mix it in with some chocolate milk, and Peter had eyed him suspiciously the entire time he drank it because he knew he wasn’t supposed to have chocolate milk except for as dessert.

Once he’d set Peter down to play in his playpen, Tony had realized that he hadn’t done any yard work the past two weeks and stressed about that until he could put Peter down for his nap. He didn’t like to leave Peter alone but he knew he’d never be able to get anything done if he had to watch Peter outside, that dread that someone was watching them and reporting back to Stone always leaving him short of breath and with a cold sweat.

And now the fucking lawnmower wouldn’t work and Tony should have been able to fix it but he just couldn’t figure out what was wrong and Peter would surely wake from his nap soon—Tony took a shuddering breath and lifted his arm to press the back of his wrist against one eye, fingers covered with oil and muck. He would not cry. It was just a fucking lawnmower. It was just fucking yard work. He had bigger problems, like his divorce and getting custody of Peter and designing the next big thing for green energy.

“…Why me,” Tony whispered to himself, deciding that he could feel sorry for himself just for a minute.

“Hey!” someone called, and Tony leapt to his feet, skittering backward. He took a moment to wish he had his handgun to protect himself with and nearly crumpled with despair at the thought, because he hadn’t—he hadn’t used to think of protecting himself first thing, especially not with deadly force.

The blond guy from across the street stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh my God, I’m so—I’m so sorry, I thought you heard me coming up.”

“Oh.” Tony hunched his shoulders, embarrassed, wanting to scuttle back inside and hide. “No, I—I didn’t.”

“I can see that,” Blond Guy said, still looking very apologetic. “I just noticed you’d been out here a long time and—Oh, is this Colonel Rhodes’s lawnmower? It hasn’t worked in months.”

“O-oh?” Tony asked hopefully, because he’d worried he’d just—been too stupid to figure it out. Logically he’d known better, but after years of Ty telling him he was—well.

“Yeah, he’s been borrowing ours,” Blond Guy replied, shrugging.

Tony could probably fix it, if he had the time to worry about it instead of worrying about when Peter would wake up and if Ty had sent anyone to keep an eye on them. Hell, if he’d known about it before Rhodey left, he would have been able to fix it while Rhodey kept an eye on Peter. Tony sagged a little, feeling defeated. He didn’t have the mental stamina to deal with this now.

Blond Guy frowned at him for a long moment before thrusting his hand out. “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers.”

“Tony.” Tony held his hand out, saw the oil still smeared on it, and shame-facedly began to draw it back. “Oh, uh, sorry—”

Steve grabbed his hand anyway to shake it. “’s fine. I’ve had worse on my hands. It’s not like I wow that was a bad idea this is so much oil.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, reluctantly amused.

“My friends tell me I’m uselessly impulsive,” Steve offered. “Listen, I usually mow Colonel Rhodes’s lawn for him while he’s gone anyway. I’ll just keep doing that, okay?”

“Oh, um, okay,” Tony said, torn between the desire to insist he could do it himself and the relief that he didn’t have to worry about this particular responsibility. “I, um—Rhodey left me some money, I can pay you—”

“Nah,” Steve said immediately. “No, it’s fine. I was gonna do it anyway. Colonel Rhodes lets me sketch his hydrangeas sometimes so I figure it’s only fair.”

Tony stared at him for a moment. “Is. Is that a euphemism?”

“What,” Steve said blankly, and then turned as red as a blotchy tomato. “Oh my God, no! I mean, no. I’m an artist.”

“Oh,” Tony said, because he never would have guessed. Steve looked more like someone who punched Nazis in the face and then bench-pressed a wheelbarrow full of kittens with each arm when he was finished than a guy who liked to draw flowers. Tony found that… rather charming, actually. “I see. That’s nice.”

“Yup, I love working on florals,” Steve agreed proudly. “My boyfriend has some of my handiwork on his body, too!”

Oh, a boyfriend. Steve looked so happy. Tony felt a jealous pang, sick and bitter, at the bottom of his stomach. Tony wished he could be happy like that. Looking back, he’d never been as proud to say ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my husband’ when he talked about Ty as Steve did talking about his boyfriend right now. Maybe he’d known, even then, that Stone wasn’t good to him. Maybe Howard had damaged him more than he’d thought.

“I—” Tony cleared his throat. “I have to go check on Peter. Maybe—maybe you’d like to do art together sometime?”

Tony wanted to throw up as soon as he’d suggested it. Steve was—Steve was probably busy. And he was an actual artist, not someone who finger-painted and drew stick figures. Steve was a young handsome guy with a boyfriend. Why would he want to spend time with a soon-to-be-divorcee and a toddler when he probably had an equally handsome boyfriend and an apparently lucrative art business? God, Tony didn’t even want to be friends with himself right now.

“Sure,” Steve said brightly. “I love doing art with kids. They’re so creative.”

Tony couldn’t help a smile. That was so nice. “Yeah, Petey-Bird’s the next da Vinci.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Really? Wow. Peter must be really smart.”

“Y-yes?” Tony fought the urge to shrink again. He thought Peter was smart, but he was his dad, it was probably—he was very biased.

Steve beamed at him. “I’d like to meet him sometime. Just let me know when a good time is and I’ll see what I can do!”

“Okay,” Tony agreed cautiously. “…Okay, yeah. Not—not this week, but, um, maybe next-?”

“Sure! Just go ahead and give us a knock when you decide on a time, okay? Bucky might answer and he’s got a bit of a resting bitch face but he’s actually—well, no, I’m not gonna lie, he’ll probably be a little gruff when he answers the door. He’s got a gooey caramel center in there somewhere.”

Tony did not say ‘that’s horrifying’ but only because he was literally too horrified to do so. “Okay.”

“Great!” Steve enthused. “I’ll talk to you later, then!”

Tony smiled awkwardly, nodding, before putting the lawnmower back together as best he could and shoving it back in the garage. He promised it that when this was all over and his life wasn’t in shambles anymore, he would spend some time fixing it.

Tony was giving Peter some peanut butter crackers when he heard the roar of a lawnmower. He smiled. “Steve’s mowing our lawn, Pumpkin Eater.”

“D’eve!” Peter garbled around the crackers, throwing his arms up cheerfully.

“Yup, Steve,” Tony repeated, walking over to the window so Peter could see him and put a name to a face.

He choked when he saw that Steve had foregone a shirt in the heat. Jesus Christ that was a lot of muscles.


Bucky sighed and flopped onto the couch face-first.

“Hi,” Steve said, looking up from his sketchbook. “Long day?”

“Fuck off.”

Steve frowned and set his sketchbook aside to walk over to him, beginning to rub his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Fucking Rumlow tried to hire me to keep an eye on his asshole client’s husband.”

“You don’t work with Rumlow anymore,” Steve pointed out calmly, still heated about how Rumlow’s checks for Bucky’s prior work kept conveniently getting lost in the mail. “Tell me you turned him down.”

Bucky jerked his head up. “I said he tried, not that he got me to do it.”

“Good,” Steve began, then frowned. “Oh.”

That meant he didn’t have a job then. Rumlow was doing his level best to make sure no one else hired Bucky as a private investigator. Bucky was the best at what he did but when he realized that Rumlow was using his information to hurt other people, he’d stopped working for him. Rumlow hadn’t taken that particularly well. Steve’s comic was selling pretty steadily but without Bucky’s paychecks their monthly budget was getting kind of tight. Bucky would probably be pissed that Steve had turned down Tony’s offer of money for the lawn—

“No, I got a job,” Bucky grumbled. “It’s from Natasha though. She’s the only one that hasn’t hopped on the ‘Barnes is a menace and a liar’ train.”

“Well,” Steve began, then stopped awkwardly. Sometimes Natasha and Bucky were the best of friends and sometimes they were at each others’ throats. He didn’t really understand most days, and he didn’t know what their relationship was right now. “Well,” he said again. “That’s something, right?”

“Protection detail,” Bucky whined. “I’m supposed to keep anyone her client’s husband might hire away from her client’s house.”

“Oh,” Steve said. Bucky hated protection details. He had been to jail for protection details and had sometimes failed to be bailed out by his clients. “Oh, well—you can, you can still say no—”

“No, I took it,” Bucky sighed, sitting up. “I need to do something. And Natasha said it’s for a personal friend of hers. If she thinks one of her friends needs protecting, then…” He tilted his head a little. “Well, she’s paying me good money for it. And she said she’ll owe me one for it on top of that.”

“Oh wow,” Steve said, because Natasha owing them one? That would be good for a rainy day, honestly. “Okay. Who are you protecting? How long is the detail? Will you be gone long?”

“Honestly after the shit day I had I was kinda avoiding looking at it,” Bucky admitted.

Steve got up to grab his satchel and pulled the thick case file from it. “Gotta love how thorough she is.”

“I guess. Can you read it to me, hon’? I’d really like to just lie here a little while longer,” Bucky sighed, flopping back onto the couch.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“You’re the best, babe,” he murmured, smiling a little. He waited a few minutes for Steve to start reading to him, then frowned when he didn’t, opening his eyes to look at him. “Steve? Doll? You okay?”

Steve stared at the file a little longer before dragging his eyes up to him, horrified. “This—this is Tony. The neighbor that Colonel Rhodes wanted us to keep an eye on? Because his husband’s a huge dick and might go after him because of his divorce?”

“Gimme!” Bucky barked, holding his hand out for the file, and didn’t bitch when Steve tucked his chin on his shoulder so he could read it too.

Tony Stark owned an electronics company that was branching out into green energy, a very lucrative business. He also had various stocks and bonds left to him by his parents’ estate, and an adorable two-year-old named Peter of whom they’d just finalized their adoption. Tiberius Stone had signed a prenup, and when Tony had served him with divorce papers, had decided to do his level best to drag it out and drain every inch of money he could from Tony, finding a judge either sympathetic enough or easily bribed enough to entertain it.

Natasha had been brought in by Pepper Potts, Tony’s assistant-slash-business-partner-slash-best-friend, the moment she caught wind of it. That was good, because Natasha already hated Rumlow, Stone’s lawyer, and loved going at it in the courts with him. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest a little, because for all intents and purposes, the only thing Tony had ever done wrong was marry the wrong person, but Rumlow was going to hire someone to get information to make Tony look unfit and awful—Bucky knew that from experience.

“I’ll just hafta stay on my toes, ‘s all,” Bucky decided firmly.

Tony had enough cards stacked against him, but if Natasha thought he was worth protecting? If Colonel Rhodes thought he was worth protecting? He’d do it. Natasha was morally gray sometimes but she was freakishly protective of her friends, and Colonel Rhodes was a good man—if he thought Tony was worth protecting, Bucky believed him.

Besides, Steve had already told him how much Tony obviously loved his son. Bucky had always been pretty weak when it came to parents that loved their children anyway.

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if u could do a drunk confession thing with v and saeran please!! the first two where amazing 🐆it'd be great thank u i love ur writing

omg thank you so much lovely anon! ^^ I actually am quite mad at myself for not including these two because i love them lmao also holy crap its almost the choi bois birthday i need to do something for them 

a Saeran + V version of these  posts

Drunk RFA V + Saeran


V

  • This sunshine rarely gets drunk and is usually with Jumin when he is but tonight he is indulging himself in wine, surrounded with pictures of MC let’s say he’s not blind for this one
  • It sounds creepy and he knows it probably is but the growing love he has for her really cannot be contained at this moment
  • It has always been Rika who filled his thoughts but after all that’s happened he finally found peace within himself to move on and find his real sun
  • And that was MC
  • He learned to fall in love the healthy way and he felt really blessed that MC helped him throughout his journey
  • But is this man capable of being tainted by feelings of jealousy??
  • Yes
  • MC was on a date and he was feeling extra bitter that night
  • So when he was reaching for his phone, attempting to call her his eyes immediately widened
  • No he will not let her see him wreck himself like this
  • He still did it anyways
  • “V? What’s wrong are you okay?”
  • “Yes.. I’m fine”
  • “Why did you call? Should I come over? Is something the matter?”
  • “There is no matter but can you please come over?”
  • “I’ll be there”
  • When MC came, she was astounded by the amount of pictures surrounding the house and was more astonished by the man before her who reeked of alcohol
  • “MC my love” 
  • V hugged her tight 
  • He was being so uncharacteristical and she was confused until it registered in her brain what he called her
  • My love??
  • “V why are you drinking?”
  • “I am… displeased with myself”
  • “How come”
  • She held his cheek so tenderly V could feel his heart bursting with love
  • “I am such an unworthy man to have been jealous of your date today. I love you but it seems that I am too late”
  • “Oh V you were never too late. I only met up with him for a polite meal of gratitude, I was never romantically linked with him, it’s you I have my eyes on. I love you”
  • V felt so relieved and so happy he felt tears brimming his eyes as he kissed her so passionately
  • They spent the entire night cuddling and when morning came and their bodies were entangled with each other they felt so happy and content
  • Although V could feel a dull ache in his head, he was glad he remembered everything that went down last night
  • He was inhaling the scent of her hair as he pulled her close to him, never intending to let go

Saeran

  • Living with MC and Saeyoung was such a chore
  • But the only reason he was so irritated was because they acted so much like a couple
  • He couldn’t stand being in the same room when they were being so touchy and smiley with each other
  • One time it was movie night and they were pressed up against each other like some married couple
  • But it was only because Saeyoung had put the popcorn too far MC had to scoot closer to properly get some
  • It bothered him so much to feel this way so one night, he escaped the eyes of his brother to get wasted in some club
  • He was only there for the drinks though and had no intention of entertaining the girls who were sticking their ass out in front of him
  • When he came home, Saeyoung was ready to fight him about his whereabouts but he shushed him saying that he had no time for it
  • He was walking properly no doubt but he was drunk enough to be bold and confused
  • So instead of going to his room he accidentally stumbled to MC’s
  • Cue his face getting hot at the sight 
  • She was curled up between the sheets and had this cute bedhead
  • He walked towards her despite the mental protest and ended up kneeling beside her bed
  • Stroking her hair he felt yet again another churn in his stomach and a squeeze at his chest
  • “Why do you make me feel like shit and this shit actually feels good? I hate you, I hate you for making me feel this way, I hate you for your stupid face and stupid actions, I hate you for trying to make me feel better I hate you I hate you”
  • MC woke up to this string of I hate you mantras and when she found out Saeran was the one saying them she wrapped her arms around his neck and pullled him
  • He stumbled and toppled towards her 
  • “Let go you idiot I hate you”
  • “No you don’t”
  • “Yes I do”
  • “I know you Saeran and you tell me these things everyday, i know you don’t”
  • He could feel MC nuzzling her face on her neck and his heart started racing 
  • “Lay beside me”
  • Curse his drunken decision making he actually listened
  • He had his back facing her but she wrapped her arms around his waist and Saeran tensed up
  • “So… warm”
  • When he was sure MC was deep in sleep, he carefully faced her and had his hands on the small of her back, trying to pull her closer, wanting to feel more of her
  • “I… love you”
  • Unknown to him, MC was smiling against his chest
  • The next morning, they were met by the screams of Saeyoung
  • “My own brother?? and MC?? in he same BED. I feel so betrayed”
  • “Shut up” 
  • Saeran was having none of his brother’s crying and buried his face in the mess of MC’s hair
  • “You two didn’t even have the decency to close the door, God knows what I might have seen. Stop polluting my innocent eyes”
  • “Fuck off Saeyoung I feel like absolute shit”
  • MC felt really worried because she knows he had a drink last night 
  • “Do you want me to get you some advil?”
  • She was about to get up when Saeran pulled her back down and was fiercely cuddling with her
  • “Stay”
  • She giggled and pressed a soft kiss to his head
  • “I love you too”
  • He groaned knowing she heard him last night but he wasn’t really complaining
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Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, EXTREME Toxicness (don’t read if you can’t handle the abusive side, it gets bad), Intercourse, Oral, Fingering, Overstimulation, Handjob
Word Count: 5,243

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GOT7 When They Mention You In An Interview

MARK

He was doing a “we got married” season and just as they were both eating from a tub of icecream his co-star asks
“Isnt y/n the jealous type?”
He takes the spoon out of his mouth and smiles at the thought of you, “She is the jealous type, but I dont think I’ve given her a reason to be jealous”
“You told her about the show and everything then?”
“Yeah, she’s understanding about a lot of things, I’m the one that gets more jealous actually.”

Originally posted by gsvnrewind

JB

“Comebacks take a lot of time, how do you manage?”
“All of the members really spread the work so it doesn’t become too overwhelming” he smiles a bit “It’s good to have a support system”
“I dont mean to pry, but y/n does seem to be a good support, recently we even saw her bring all the staff coffee”
“She really does lighten the burden” he sincerely answers.

Originally posted by magiccastles

JACKSON

Jackson has never been known to keep his mouth shut, and management knew it - so when they told him precisely to try and not mention you - they expected nothing promising.
“Y/n really loves sport” he says, taking the mic from Bambam, who starts laughing. “Hello Counselor” episode was dealing with an overexcerising case and Jackson knew about the passion to work out physically because of you.
The interviewers bursted out laughing because they were expecting to pressure him to mention you, but it seems he did that on his own
“but she always takes a break during the week, so maybe if you are passionate enough you should at least take a break. Your body will thank you for it”

Originally posted by hoseoker

JINYOUNG

Jinyoung starts to laugh as the interiewers begin drilling him about his recent vacation that he took with you.
“many people are as speculating you two are serious, but i would like to hear it from you.”
“We did take a trip and I was expecting a lot of speculations. Y/n is a very good friend -”
“Ayyyy” the Interviewers whine causing Jinyoung to smile more
“..and an amazing partner - and that is all i will say.”

Originally posted by wangjaxson

YOUNGJAE

He goes on vlive, telling Jinyoung to hold the camera for him as he answers questions from the fans.
“I am doing well, you guys will have to wait for our comeback but we promise to work hard to make all of you proud”
He laughs as your name fills the comment section, searching for a question that doesnt contain your name
“Um - i’m healthy guys, dont -”
“Yah, they don’t want to know how you are they want to know how y/n is” Jinyoung starts inutrupting and smiling as he sees Younjae laugh nervously and throw his head back.
“You guys are very persistant on it. She’s fine, she cant be here because of the tour dates and practice but im sure she misses you guys too.” he smiles not beliveing how supportive his fans were.

Originally posted by swoonfinite

BAMBAM

“So the fans found a female figure recently taking all of your pictures” the interviewer jokes “any comments on that?”
“I’m impressed at the eye sight of our fans and the quality of photos nowadays” Bambam answers half laughing.
“Y/n takes a lot of our social media pictures and it’s nice to have a friend like her” Jackson replies.
“Yeah she’s a great friend” Yugyeom adds with a bit of teasing for Bambam,
“Y/n takes really good pictures, I asked JYP to hire her our photographer. Plus it’ll mean more time with-”
“Bam, dont you think you’re saying too much?” Youngjae asks.

Originally posted by j-miki

YUGYEOM

“So yugyeom being the maknae is it easy to just ask your hyungs about things?”
“About what things?”
“Like shaving and how to flirt and girls”
“oh girls” they other boys muse on.
“You want to get me in trouble” he laughs looking at the interviewer, “The hyungs help me with a lot of stuff but not things like girls, i dont think they’re that experienced”
*savage maknae mode on*

Originally posted by selfishnes


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Cassian braced his forearm against the table and stretched his other hand out, making grabbing motions in the air.  Rhys slid the bottle and a glass over to him.  He poured a thumb’s length, swirled it, and inhaled.  The rich aroma filled his nose and he took a sip, rolling it in his mouth before swallowing.  It burned a fiery trail down his throat, spreading heat through his stomach.  Leaning back in his chair, he held the glass up to the waning light, studying the color.  “That’s some good shit.  Where you been hiding this?”

His brother was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, rubbing his temples.  “Under my bed.”

Cassian snorted.  “Under your bed?”  

“How the hell else was I going to keep it from Mor?”

“Good point.”  They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks, wings extended, soaking in the last of the warmth as the sun dropped behind the rooftops and faelights bloomed out around them.  “What the hell am I doing?” he finally asked, almost under his breath as he leaned forward and rested his face on his arms.

Rhys crossed his arms , dropped his chin on his chest, and looked at him, just a touch of humor playing around his mouth.  “You’re a glutton for pain, brother.  This is just another battlefield and you’re going to keep throwing yourself in there and damn the consequences.”

Ah, well, he couldn’t argue with that.  Neither of them even looked up as Azriel dropped out of the air, landed lightly on the roof, and stalked over to pour himself a drink.  He slumped into another chair, and eyed the other two.  “So I take it things went well,” he said drily.  “No mates tonight?”  He took a sip of his drink and raised the glass, squinting at it.  “This is nice.  Where did it come from?”

“Under his bed,” Cassian replied.  Azriel just nodded in response, as if that was a logical source of high-quality, and no doubt very expensive, spirits.  “And I’m sitting here drinking because of my so-called mate.”  He sat up again and rubbed a broad hand up the back of his neck, ruffling his hair.  “The camp tour went better than expected, actually, except for that one prick you already took care of,” he expanded.  It was true.  Not only had they found Sabine and Brisa to help with female integration among the warriors, but the new camp lords were all managing to introduce the policies Rhys had laid out with relatively little grumbling.  One advantage of being able to hand-pick people, he supposed.  “Now we just have to win over the rest of them.  Which means visiting more of them.  Which is also why I’m sitting here drinking.”

Rhys rustled his wings.  “How’d it go with the two you and Mor picked up for me?”  Cassian felt a twinge of guilt.  He’d forgotten Mor had brought the female here in all the chaos that he and Nesta had landed in at that second camp.  While he had been recruiting Sabine and Brisa, Rhys had gone ahead to straighten out the shitstorm that had arisen.  A veteran from the war had taken exception to a female who was training with Siphons and had beaten him in what was supposed to be a friendly target competition.  He’d waited until she was returning to her tent that night and attacked her with a knife, nearly severing the main muscle on her left wing before her screams brought the rest of the camp.  The warlord had thrown the prick in the holding cell where he had sat for two days awaiting the High Lord’s arrival.  Rhys, in a cold rage after seeing the female’s condition, had nearly misted him on sight but fatigue of bloodshed had stayed his hand.  Instead, he’d called in Azriel to mete out the shadowsinger’s version of justice.  This had caused a near-brawl between the old guard who thought the warrior had been well within his rights and the younger generation who wanted him to pay for his crimes, one that only fear of Rhys’ power had kept from turning into slaughter until Cassian and Nesta had dropped into the middle of it.  The sight of the Commander who had fought so valiantly in the war snarling at them, Siphons flaring, had finally subdued the protest from the older camp males but there was still tension.  

Azriel’s cold face remained impassive but he didn’t try to keep the hatred from his voice or his shadows from curling around him as he told them what he’d done.  How the male had protested that no bitch was going to be able to hold up under the pressure of battle, that they should all be clipped so they could breed more male warriors whether they wanted to or not.  How he’d used Truth-Teller to create the same injuries the male had inflicted on the female, then dumped him in the middle of the mountains.  If he made it to a camp, he could call in a healer.  Otherwise…  “But the female is doing fairly well.  The camp healer did a good job getting her stabilized.  Mor said they should be able to save the wing.  But I’m not sure how it’ll affect recruitment for that camp.”  It was a good point.  Other females may be reluctant to join after the assault.

“Hopefully they’ll remember that the other members of the camp stepped in and stopped him before he did more,” Rhys said, “and realize that we won’t tolerate abuse of any recruit, male or female.”  The other two nodded and fell back into silence.  Cassian tipped back the last of his drink and reached for the bottle again, pouring himself a more generous measure.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Lucien emerged then pulled up short.  “I didn’t realize you were back.  Is this little gathering open to people without wings?”

“Yes,” Rhys replied, “as long as you’ve got a cock and balls.  We’re mate-free tonight.”

Cassian snorted, eyeing Lucien.  “Not sure you qualify, Fox Boy.”

Lucien just grinned.  “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Now, now,” Azriel interjected, “that sort of thing should be done behind closed doors.”  Cassian shrugged and held the bottle out to Lucien.  Rhys procured a glass, and Lucien poured his drink and sat, an amused glint still evident in his russet eye.

“What’s eating you?” he asked, gesturing with his chin at Cassian.  

“It’s more a question of who’s not,” Azriel murmured.  Cassian shot him a glare while Rhys and Lucien chuckled.  

“Trouble in paradise?” Lucien asked innocently.

Cassian bristled at the red-headed male.  It was one thing for his brothers to tease him, but this sly new member of the court hadn’t earned the right.  “Shouldn’t you be taking care of your own mate?”

“I already did,” Lucien replied smoothly, “then came up here for some fresh air.  I hadn’t realized I’d just be choking on testosterone and frustration.”  The three warriors stared at him for a second before roaring with laughter.  Rhys raised his empty glass at Lucien in a silent toast, then snagged himself a refill.  “No, seriously, were there problems on your trip?”

Rhys shook his head.  “Nothing more than the usual.  It’s not easy trying to bring an entire culture around.  But I agree it appears something is chafing my brother’s ass and I too would love to know what it is.”

“Other than his undersized pants?”

Cassian shot Lucien a look while he decided what to say.  “Well, you might not know but Nesta and I…”

“We know,” chorused the other three males.  “By the Cauldron, we know,” Lucien added under his breath.

“Right,” he said, feeling oddly self-conscious, “well, when we were flying to the camp that first day Nesta may have suggested that we try something new.  In the air.”

Azriel inhaled his sip of liquor and started sputtering and coughing, and Rhys got up and went over to clap him on the back.  Lucien sat up straighter, rubbing his chin.  “I’d never thought of that.”

“Of what?” Cassian snapped.

“That you guys could do that.  It certainly would add variety.”

Rhys gave him a knowing look.  “It’s surprisingly challenging, though.”

Cassian and Azriel gaped at him.  “You’ve done it?”

Rhys snorted.  “Of course.  Are you honestly telling me in the past five centuries you guys haven’t?”

“Not until now,” Cassian replied while Azriel shook his head.  “Wait, have you done it with Feyre?”

“Well, no.  Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“An oversight,” he said with a shrug.  “One I must rectify immediately, come to mention it.”

“Just don’t do it anywhere Nesta might see you,” Cassian warned.

Lucien was leaning back in his chair, watching them with a smirk.  “I have never been jealous of the wings until this exact moment.”

“Don’t get me started on you,” Cassian warned.  “You should be more cognizant of the fact that family members might be flying overhead the next time you have Elain go down on you up here in broad daylight.”

Rhys and Azriel both started and looked to Lucien, eyes narrowed, but Lucien was utterly unembarrassed.  “Cognizant?”

“Yeah, it means -“

“Oh, I know what it means,” he interrupted, smile broadening, “I just had no idea you could string so many syllables together.  I’m impressed.  And will take that under advisement.”

Cassian shook his head.  “Just be glad I didn’t have Nesta with me.  Or Feyre.  And you should be jealous of the wings,” he said, as he slowly stretched them to their full span, “for lots of reasons.”

Azriel cleared his throat.  “So what happened?”  Returning them to more pressing matters.

“Well, first I dropped her -“

What?”

“I caught her again!”  Defensively.  “And then we figured it out and it was…perfect.  Well, not perfect, it’s really hard to control your altitude when things are happening, but you get it.  Then afterwards, it seemed like that…barrier she holds was coming down, you know?  Like I was going to finally be able to, I don’t know, really reach her through the bond.  But as soon as she realized that she froze me out again, and it just hasn’t been the same.”

Rhys was looking at him with an incredulous expression as he said, “What the hell are you two usually doing? We could hear you all over the camps!  You’re worse than Feyre and I ever were!”

“That is so not true, you did not have to live with you when you first got together,” Cassian snapped. Rhys looked vaguely puzzled while he tried to untangle that.  Lucien looked slightly ill.  “Besides, that’s not even what I mean.  It’s just, I thought she was finally going to accept me, the bond, but now…It’s never going to happen.”  His voice was forlorn.  Rhys and Az exchanged looks, not sure what to say.  Silence fell for a few minutes, broken only by a clink of glass against the table as Lucien set down his drink.

He leaned forward, fingers splayed across his knees.  “Let me get this straight.  You are talking about an Archeron sister.”  Cassian nodded.  “The most, er, challenging of all the Archeron sisters.”  Cassian bristled at this characterization of his mate but Lucien continued, oblivious.  “You’re complaining to Rhysand and I, who are mated to the other Archeron sisters, about the difficulty of establishing the bond.  When both of our mates were in love with other males when we met them.  Hell, they were both engaged!  Rhys had to put Feyre back together when she basically wanted to die before she could recognize the bond, and I had to try to build a relationship with Elain when she had had her heart broken by Graysen and was completely traumatized by the Cauldron and terrified of her visions.  I had to make myself leave when I wanted nothing more than to stay, so she could have enough breathing room to start to heal.  We did everything we could to be a stabilizing force for them, to figure out what they needed when they couldn’t or wouldn’t tell us.”  Lucien was breathing heavily, golden skin flushed, russet eye hard.  “But after you and Nesta saved each other in the war, you walked away from her.  You promised her you would fight for her, then you walked away and more or less ignored her for months.  And you expect it to be easy?  She can barely let her own sisters see who she really is, and they’ve always been there for her.  You expect her to just drop her barriers and welcome you on in?”

The three Illyrians were staring at him, mouths agape, identical expressions of pure shock on their faces at the outburst.  He stood up and leaned across the table at Cassian, snarling, the most aggressive expression any of them had ever seen on his face.  “Buck up.  Get over yourself.  She’s willing to let you in her bed, accept that miracle for what it is and be patient.  Figure out what she needs and stop thinking about what you want.  Don’t run again or you’ll never get another chance.”

He turned to head back downstairs to Elain, shaking his head, muttering something under his breath.

“What was that?” Cassian challenged, recovering his voice.  Lucien stiffened and turned slowly.

“I said, ‘Cauldron boil me, how the hell are you not still a virgin?’” he half-yelled across the rooftop.  He turned back again to come face-to-face with Feyre.  She seemed to be warring between anxiety and amusement at the lot of them.  “I’m not sure you’re allowed up here,” he said to her, “unless you can use your shape-shifting to grow…never mind.”  He pushed past her and went down the stairs.

Feyre shook her head as she approached the males still seated around the table.  Cassian was opening and closing his mouth but nothing was coming out.  “Lucien got your tongue?” she asked innocently.  He just stood, shook his head, and launched into the air.  She turned to her mate.  “What the hell are you guys doing up here?”  She spotted the nearly empty bottle on the table.  “Besides drinking all the good liquor.”

The two remaining males broke down into helpless laughter.  “Cassian just had his ass handed to him by Fox Boy,” Rhys gasped out.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Azriel added.

Rhys stood, gathering Feyre in his arms and kissed the top of her head.  “I have a new project for us,” he said into her hair.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him.  

“Okay.  I’m tired though, can we just go to bed?”

He chuckled and pulled away a little, putting an arm around her shoulders.  “Of course.  Just remind me to tell you in the morning.  ’Night, brother.”

Azriel nodded in response and spread his wings.  “Cognizant,” he said to himself, shaking his head, and shot into the sky before wheeling towards the House of Wind.  

“What was all that really about?”  Feyre asked.

“Cassian was feeling sorry for himself and Lucien wasn’t having it.  You Archeron sisters.  You’re going to be the death of us.”  He squeezed her shoulders and planted a kiss below her ear.  “And our salvation.”  She leaned into him and they looked up at the night sky, lost in the starscape above them, lost in the depth of their bond.