messy wrap

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

Dear Journal,

I woke up in the comfortable sheets of our bed. I was warm and I could smell Sirius’ sent still printed in his pillow. My muscles were killing me. I looked at my freshly healed arms, smilling at the fact that I wouldn’t have any new scars. I sat up and put on one of Sirius’ shirt over my bare chest. I approached it to my nose, smelling his perfume. I then heared Sirius and Teddy’s laugh. It came from outside. I painfully walked to the balcony that led to our backyard and leaned on the railing, trying to stay on my feet. There they were. The two loves of my life. Sirius was pushing him in his little swing. Teddy was laughing at Sirius’ funny faces. He had his two stuffed animals with him on the toddlers swing. Merlin they were beautiful. I stayed silent for a few minutes, watching them with a smile on my face until Sirius noticed me. When he saw me, his smile grew bigger and he winked at me. His little flirty moves still had the power to make me blush. He stopped the swing and pointed me so Teddy would notice that I was up.

“Dadda!” Teddy said, smilling.

Sirius picked him up and walked back into the house. I was so slow, that by the time I got to the bed, he was next to me with Teddy.

“Dadda hug!” Teddy said, as I took him in my arms.

“Hello my little Teddy bear.” I said.

“Hey babe.” He kissed my cheek. “You feeling okay?” He asked, brushing his hand through my messy curls.

“Not good but not bad.. My muscles are sore..” i tried to smiled through the pain.

“Would you like me to make you a warm bath? It’s been a long time since we had time to ourselves.. I could ask Regulus to check over Teddy?” He asked.

“Oh that would be lovely. I could really use a warm bath with you.” I smiled, kissing his lips softly.

“Okay, lay down, I’ll be back in a few.” He said, taking Teddy to the living room where Regulus and Sophie were cooking. He came back a few moments later with two hot chocolates and cinnamon rolls. I smiled.

“I know they are your favorites so I went to the bakery this morning.. Want to try a bath-breakfast-picnic?” He smiled.

“Of course I want to! How could I refuse a hot chocolate, cinnamon rolls and a warm bath with my naked boyfriend?” I laughed.

He helped me get to the bathtub and opened the tap, checking if the water was too warm. He made me choose a bath bomb for the occasion! I took the pink and blue one that Lily gave me for christmas. I dropped it in the water carefully and watched it color the water. It looked beautiful. Then, Sirius helped me undress. He slowly removed my shirt and left a kiss on my collar bone. I loved when he did that. Once the water touched my skin, a shiver ran through my body. I could feel my muscles relax slowly. It was Sirius’ turn to undress. I watched him carefully has he removed his shirt, watching every muscle of his broad back move. He tied his hair into a man bum and I giggled at how sexy he was. I remember how of a sex-symbol heart-breaker he was back in Hogwarts. He sat in the bathtub with me and i smiled.

“Why are you so smily?” He asked, smirking.

“I’m just happy to have you with me.” I blushed.

“Merlin you’re so fucking adorable when you get all blushy like that.” He said, taking my hand and playing with my fingers.

The whole room smelt like flowers. Sirius was now behind me, massaging my sore back. It felt so good. His hands gently traveled on my skin. His every move made me shiver. Sometimes I would let a small noise leave my lips. I turned around, blushing and thanked him. He gave me a soft and messy kiss and I wrapped my tired arms around his neck. Suddently we heared the door open and a laughing Teddy came in. When he saw us, he let out a small scream and hid his eyes with his small hands. Regulus was close behing him, mumbling about letting us alone. He took Teddy in his arms and, carefull not to look our way, got out of the room yelling a sorry. Sirius and I just started laughing. He took me in his arms and i layed on his chest, the warm water going up to my neck. One of his hand was holding me close while the other played with my hair.

“I love you Remus.” He said in my ear.

“I love you too.”

May 1st 1978

  • Shakespearean Characters vs. wrapping Christmas gifts
  • It's perfectly wrapped in proper giftwrapping: Ophelia, Juliet, Mercutio, Richard II
  • It's perfectly wrapped in aesthetically pleasing non-giftwrapping: Benvolio, Laertes, Viola, Othello
  • The giftwrapping has been done at the shop the gift was bought at: Benedick, Lucentio, Cordelia, Aumerle
  • There is no giftwrapping: Beatrice, Kate Minola, Hamlet
  • The wrapping is messy and clumsy but someone obviously tried hard: Tybalt, Hotspur, Hero, Bolingbroke
  • The wrapping is messy and clumsy and done carelessly: Hal, Romeo, Count Claudio
  • It's a gift that doesn't need wrapping: Petruchio, Orsino, Richard III
  • There is no gift, only evil: Don John
  • There is both a gift and evil: Iago
  • Gifts are evil and sinful: Malvolio

You know american pancakes.. you may know those fancy french crêpes… but have you heard of the BEST pancakes out there? Dutch pancakes? No? Let me enlighten you! Dutch pancakes are not only as thick as you want, but also as large as you please. They aren’t very fancy but they’re super easy to make and customise. 

Do you also want to eat these solely to fullfill your heart’s desire to eat the largest bacon pancakes possible? Would you love to roll up a pancake with the filling inside? Do you think you’d enjoy more space for toppings? Then these are the pancakes for you! 

I translated the basic dutch pancake recipe to english so everybody can read it, and the measurements are given in grams/ milliliters AND cups (yes, I did maths for this). You can find it, tips, and fun facts below.

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captainemwinchester  asked:

138 Sam and Deans little sister around the age of 21

So sorry to everyone who sent a request in! I’m really, really slow!

138: “Are you cold?”

Fire and Ice

You shivered. A chill rested in your room, with no reason as to why. Your bothers said it was something to do with your room, the position, and that it wasn’t fixable. You didn’t want to switch rooms, but you didn’t want to freeze neither.

“Just… distract yourself,” You whispered to no one. Thinking warm thoughts, you curled tighter into your blanket burrito.

A light tap on your door made your head lift up, but no other movement. That required too much energy. Dean’s head popped in through the small opening of the door. He saw your messy hair and wrapped up form.

“Are you cold?” Dean asked, stepping through. He pushed the door open, allowing fresh air to seep into the room.

You let out an audible groan and pushed your face back into your soft pillow. Your brother walked closer to your bed and sat down, causing the bed to lean. You rolled towards him as an effect.

“Hm. I’m guessing you’re not up for talking?” Dean asked, and when you didn’t respond, he continued, “Guess me and Sammy will finish the hot chocolate ourselves.”

Your head slowly raised up to look Dean in the eyes. You scanned his face, looking for any sign of a lie. You didn’t see one.

“Come on, Y/N/N. I promise, no cold out there.”

anonymous asked:

I have this super fluffy headcanon (that I would just love if you wrote but it's okay if you dont!!!) So you know the ONE thing that CF yuuri will probably lose to? A tickle fight. And one day victor just all out ATTACKS yuuri and tries to get him to call uncle. Except THEN yuuri suddenly pokes victor's foot or something and apparently victor's secretly ticklish in just that ONE spot. So he ends up losing the fight anyway. So Yuuri wins. Again. #TEAMYUURI5EVER #ALLHAILTHEKING

“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

Yuuri shifts on his lofted bed, cross-legged and pushing up his glasses with an expression of pure innocence. “Huh?”

Victor puts his arms akimbo and examines his gift-wrapped pencil. And laptop. And backpack. And even his bed frame, for crying out loud, and how much tape had Yuuri used? All of his textbooks are wrapped. His pillow is wrapped. Every item in his messy desk is wrapped. The paper is blue and purple.

“Merry Christmas?” Yuuri adds.

Yuuri wants a reaction. Victor knows that.

(So, naturally, he doesn’t react.)

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"You need to go"

“You need to go.” 

Natasha looked up briefly from where she was working to bypass the electronic lock on Clint’s cell. 

“Shut up,” she hissed. Then more gently, “Save your strength.” 

Clint blinked sluggishly and shifted awkwardly in the metal chair he was bound to. 

“You need to go,” he said again, more forcefully. 

“Not without you,” she shot back, cursing when her hand slipped and the locking mechanism sparked but didn’t release. 

“I can’t walk, Nat,” Clint insisted. “You need to go while you still can. Finish the mission.” 

Natasha’s eyes drifted involuntarily to Clint’s thighs. Both had messy, bloody bandages wrapped around them. She had heard the gunshots during Clint’s interrogation. She could only hope the bastards had missed the bone and only damaged meat and muscle. 

“I’ll carry you if I have to,” she argued. “I’m not leaving you.”

Clint sighed meeting her eyes with his one working eye, the other was swollen shut. 

“Would you leave me?” she countered quietly. 

Something in Clint’s expression softened. 

“Never,” he admitted. 

“Then don’t ask me to,” she pleaded. 

He sighed again and nodded. Natasha blew out a breath and focused back on her task. It felt like hours, but only took her a couple of minutes for the lock to finally spring open. 

She had him free moments later and then paused, pressing her forehead against his. She could do this. She had to.


Don’t say it. I will kill you myself if you do. I’m not leaving you.”

“I’m too heavy.” 

She pulled back, glaring at him in challenge. 

“You doubting me?” 

“Never,” he assured. “I just don’t want you to die here too.”

“Nobody’s dying but them,” she declared, pressing her gun into his hand. “Cover me,” she ordered. Then without hesitating, she hefted him into a fireman’s carry. Her back protested immediately, but she pushed the ache away. 

They were getting out of here. Together. 

guess who finally found their stylus :D

jumping on @boopliette ’s “Sonny does not wear appropriate winter clothing” headcanon like there’s no tomorrow because I love it (and her, and all her art) with a practise sketch!

If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 14 (M)

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 14 - Firsts

You and Jungkook have a hotel room all to yourselves.

Word Count: 3k (of 73k)

Warnings: a lot of smut 

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Request - Joker and Harley’s daughter One Shot imagine

a/n: hiii omg, i recently got this imagine request and i LOVED IT!!! so imma do it ehehhe. and it will be my version of how the joker and harley’s daughter would look and act like :) hope you enjoy babes

characters: joker, harley quinn, reader, some asshole named roy

pairing: reader and the asshole named roy are together, joker x harley as parents

storyline: reader and asshole named roy are in an abusive relationship, roy is abusive. reader’s parents - joker and harley don’t know about it, because y/n is too scared to tell them, not knowing they have control over anything. one day y/n’s parents find out.

warnings: abuse, mention of abuse and abusive relationship, swearing, death

“Please, please, don’t, no.” I whimpered, knowing what he was about to do. His hand raised and collided with my cheek, making tears spill out and my head turn harshly to the side. I gasped, sobbing and holding my face from the pain.

“You are never leaving me!” He yelled. “You understand?!” His hand grabbed my face, pulling me closer. “Do. You. Fucking. Understand?!” My eyes shut closed from his loud voice grazing my ears. “Speak, you little filth!”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“I will never leave you, Roy.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Now get out before my parents come back!” He yanked me away from him, making me fall on my knees. “Get up, bitch. And remember, nobody knows about this.” His harsh words stabbed me right in every place in my mind and body and I scrambled to my feet. I grabbed my things and with all my energy, I got out of his house and got in my car.

Once I started the engine and got far away from his house, I stopped at the side of the road and cried. I cried and cried, and cried for what felt like hours. When I felt like calming down, I looked at the time. Shit, it was almost curfew. I started the car again and drove home as fast as possible. I hoped I made it in time.

I parked my car in our garage and quickly walked through the front door into the house.

“BABY’S HOME!” I heard mom yell from the dining room. I sighed. Jeez, I really needed them out of the way right now. I just wanted to go to my room and be alone for a while. But I had to greet them, otherwise they would get angry. “I made some dinner, hon.” She said. Her white hair with pink and blue ends was up in a perfect messy bun, her body wrapped in a white silk robe. Dad was sitting next to her, an arm around her waist, probably. He was in a simple white shirt, his green hair perfectly standing out.

I placed my bag on a chair and finally faced her. 

“Oh, honey.” She pouted, seeing my face. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What happened to your make up?”

“W-what do you mean?” I asked. Oh, right, me crying. 

“Your mascara is running down your face, eyeshadow smudged. What happened?” She questioned. Well, should I tell them? I mean, it’s not the best timing since this abuse from Roy has been going on for months. But they need to know, better late than never. Although he told me not to tell anyone. We both know what he would do if I told anybody. But God, I couldn’t take this for any longer. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I ran my fingers over my face and my hair, sighing. I opened my mouth to speak, but only sobs and pants came out. 

“Oh, baby, come here.” Mom urged for me, stretching her arms out to me along with dad. His blue eyes held strong concern. I walked over to them and fell into their arms. I cried into their clothes, their arms wrapped around me, dad’s one hand was soothing my back. “Is it someone at school? Is it Roy?” I nodded my head feverishly. “What did he do? Did he hurt you? God, I always knew there was something wrong about him.”

“Tell us, baby, so we can figure it out together.” Dad said. I looked up at him. “We’re here for you, baby girl. We’ve always been. Whatever it is, you can tell us. Even if you think you can’t, please do.” 

“Just tell us, hon. We will do anything to make you happy.” Mom urged and I slowly calmed myself. And told them everything. How Roy had been abusing me for the past few months and told me to not tell anyone. How I had been using dumb excuses for my bruises and scars every time they had noticed and asked. How I had been too scared to tell anybody.

“Baby, how-” Mom couldn’t even form words.

“Haven’t you got any idea of what we can do?” Dad said.

“What?” I asked.

“Baby, we have all the power.” Mom gave me a wicked smile. “To do anything. Get revenge on someone, get something, destroy the wo-”

“Harley, please.” Dad stopped her. “We could’ve done something so long ago.”

“But I thought you guys were… I didn’t know about your… power.” 

“Now you know.” Mom spoke. “So let’s get him.”

“W-what, I-I just-”

“Don’t say you don’t want to get rid of him.” Dad said. “Harls, get hers and your costume, this Roy will finally meet his ‘girlfriend’s’ parents.” Dad spoke and stood up, walking down the hallway. I turned to mom.

“What? C-costumes? What did he mean?” I asked. Mom only smiled again and took my hand, dragging me upstairs. After a little while, we were both in matching red and black costumes with white and checker-style details. Mom improved my make up situation, making my mint-green hair into a bun like hers.

“Oh, baby, I’m so excited.” She said, putting some lipstick on my lips. “Haven’t gone out this way since you were in me.” Weird. “We’re finally gonna show you bits of our old life. Perhaps later we can teach you how to fight and… well, live.” She spoke, giggling after. Mom took my hand and dragged down to the very basement where I saw things I had never seen in my life. Dozens of guns stocked in different shelfs, all over the place. 

“Wow.” I breathed out, all the sadness gone. 

“I know, hon. Let me just take two.” Mom said. She walked over to a black box and came back with two guns - one was gold, the other white with gold touches. “Alright, now let’s go. J’s probably already waiting for us.” We walked back into the main room, and there was dad standing in a purple suit. It was perfect, no flaws. 

“Well, aren’t my girls looking beautiful?” He smiled, accenting the last word, which made mom giggle. I felt very insecure and uncomfortable in this costume, I never wear tight clothes. “Let’s go now.” 

We got into dad’s lamborghini and soon were at Roy’s place. A big jeep in the driveway gave away that his parents were home. What would we do about them?

We got out, me and mom following dad, and simply came in through the front door. Roy was standing behind his parents, it looked like we interrupted something. I stood behind dad, looking doubtfully over at mom. 

“Don’t worry, hon.” Mom whispered, sending me a wink. I gave her a weak smile, holding onto dad’s hand. 

“Who the hell are you?” Roy’s voice cut through the tense silence. Dad laughed in a way I had never heard before, tilting his head back.

“Oh, boy. Do you really need to be asking the questions here?” Dad spoke in a seductive way.

“How about we ask you a few questions, Roy?” Mom spat his name like poison. The looks on Roy’s family’s faces were ridiculous. 

“For example, Roy’s parents, do you know how my daughter’s and your son’s relationship is going?”

“Y-yes, it’s like a piece of cake.” Roy’s mom said.

“Is that so?” My mom asked. “What do you think, mister?” She pointed her finger at Roy’s dad. 

“I think it’s the same as my wife thinks.”

“Hmm.” Mom narrowed her eyes in doubt.

“You see, we got complains from our daughter here that… their relationship hasn’t been going so well the past few months.” Dad spoke. “She told us Roy here has been abusing our baby doll. Do you know anything about that?” Roy’s parents turned around to him with wide eyes.

“Roy? Is that true?” His mom exclaimed.

“N-no, of c-course not, y-you know I wouldn’t d-do that.” Roy stammered. Pussy. 

“Of course it’s true. Our baby would never lie to us.” Mom said. “Y/N, can you tell them?” I came out in front of my parents with the biggest confidence I had felt in my life.

“Yes. It’s true. Roy has been abusing me for five months. He told me to never tell anyone or it would get worse. But now, knowing what my parents are capable of, I could finally have the courage to tell them.” I said. “I honestly don’t know what you get out of it, Roy. Wait, I know - you’re a pathetic sadist, who’s reputation is made of bad things only.” I spat. 

“Yes, that’s right.” Dad nodded. “That’s the truth. We’ve seen the scars.”

“Roy! I can’t believe this!” His mom exclaimed. 

“Don’t worry, miss.” Mom said with a sarcastic smile.

“You won’t have to deal with him.” Dad spoke.

“We’ll do it for you.” Mom finished. The next things happening were a blur. Loud noises, like shots and Roy’s parents’ bodies falling to the ground. Mom and dad were laughing. I looked at Roy and laughed myself. The boy had pissed himself with the biggest fearful eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Oh my God.” I said between laughs. Mom and dad walked to stand next to me and mom handed me her gun.

“I think you have the honor, baby.” She said with a wicked smile. I took the gun from her and put it up in front of me, aiming at Roy. The actions came practically naturally.

“It’s in her genes.” Dad said with a smirk.

“Y/N, no, please don’t do this. I will be better, I promise, I won’t hurt you again, I know what comes of it, I-”

“Shh.” I said with a smile and pulled the trigger, aiming at his forehead.


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Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: An overwhelming wave of feelings.

Word Count: 1,266 Words

A/N: I really hope you like it, I loved writing it.  If you guys have requests for fanfics, please don’t be afraid to ask.  I am open to anything.  Also, tag lists are always open and growing.  Thanks!


You ran into the facility, tears stinging your eyes.  You were looking for Peter, needing him more than anything.  You needed him to comfort you.  You ran right into him in your frantic rush.

“Y/N, watch out!” He grabbed you and pulled you in front of him.  You looked in his eyes and the tears started to stream down your face.

“Peter, Peter.” You bit your lip and tried to stop the tears.  It didn’t help, the tears kept falling.

“Y/N, what is wrong?” Peter pulled you to a couch and put an arm around you, pulling you close.

“My mom, she just told me.  She is moving to California and is taking me with her.” You sunk your head into Peter’s chest.

“What about your father?” You turned your head slightly and looked at Peter.  His eyes were filled with sadness, he needed to hear this.

“My dad isn’t coming.  My mom got a huge journalist position and is giving me no choice but to come with here.  She says it will be good for me.”. You bite your lip again, this time stopping the tears from flowing down your cheeks.

“When did she just tell you?” There were tears in Peter’s eyes.

“She told us during breakfast.  I went to your apartment, but you weren’t there and I guessed you were here instead.”

“When do you leave?”. By the look on Peter’s face, this was as hard for him as it was for you.

“Tomorrow.”. You looked down and pulled at your shirt, not wanting to see the hurt in Peter’s eyes.

“What?  How could she tell you the day before you were leaving, that your entire summer  in New York is ruined and you were moving to California?”  You looked up at him and the regretted it, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

“What could I do?  Refuse my mother, run away?” The tears started to fall again, blurring your view of Peter.

“What about training? School?” He paused for a second.  “What about us?” You couldn’t look Peter in the eye.  That hurt too much.

“I don’t know Peter, I really don’t know.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.  You sat there, hugging Peter.  You didn’t want to ruin the moment, knowing that it would be on of the last ones in New York.

*  *  *  *  *

You started at the bags sitting on your empty bed.  Three suitcases and a backpack.  Your entire life packed away in a day.  It was so painful to leaves everything, you could barely stand it. There was a knock on your door, you knew it was your dad coming to get your luggage.  You picked up some of the bags and turned to face him.

“You ready for this?” Your dad didn’t want you to leave but was trying to cheer you up.  You handed the bags to him but didn’t answer.  You grabbed the other bags and left the room, walking down the hallway of the apartment.  This was the last time you would be here for who knows how long.  

When you reached the street, you handed the last suitcase to your dad and turned around to take one last look at the building.  You saw Peter and ran to him.  He wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug.

“ Peter, what are you doing here?”. You pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes.  He pulled your backpack off your shoulders and pulled it in front of him.

“I have to say good-bye and give you this.”  He unzipped the backpack and slipped a messily wrapped package into the backpack, zipping it back up.

 “What is it?” You were curious about what Peter wanted to given you.  You accepts the backpack and set it on the ground, looking him in his chocolate brown eyes.  They were bright with mystery and pain.

“Something for you to have in California, but you can’t open it until you get there.” He pulled you back into his arms and whispered into your ear.  “Tony says he will visit you whenever he goes to Malibu.  Keep training.” He released you and tried to smile.

“Thanks. I will call you as soon as I get there.”  You reached down to pick up your backpack, then you grab Peter’s hand.  As you turn to walk toward the taxi, you hold onto Peter’s hand as long as you could.

As you got into the taxi, you sat next mom but didn’t say anything to her.  A tear sipped down your cheek and pressed your head against the taxi window, the scenery flying by.  Over the next couple hours, everything was just a blur.  Airports, Airplanes, People.  When you finally landed in California and were heading to your new home, you felt empty and lost.

When the taxi pulled up to your new home, you remembered the package that Peter had slipped into your backpack.  You had the urge to rip it open, then and there, but you had the patience to wait until you got into your new bedroom.  You didn’t want your mom to see what Peter had given you.  As you got out of the taxi, you gathered up your luggage and pushed your mom to show you your new room.

As soon as you got in the room, you ripped your backpack open and pulled out the package.  You ripped off the messy wrappings and open the box inside.  Yous gasped at the contents.  Inside was Peter’s navy blue sweatshirt.  The one you loved to steal from his locker at school and wear all day.  You pulled it up to your nose and took a deep breath.  It smelled just like Peter.

Several pictures fell out of the folds of the sweatshirt as you lifted it up.  You picked up the pictures.  They were some of your favorite pictures of Peter and you.  A tear slipped down your cheek.  You pulled out your phone and dialed Peter.

“Hello?”  At the sound of Peter’s voice, a couple more tears flowed out of your eyes.

“Peter?  You told me to call you when I got in.”  You bite your lip to stop more tears from flowing.

“Y/N.  It is wonderful to hear your voice.  Did you open the package?”  You laughed slightly.

“How could you give up your favorite sweatshirt?”  You put happiness in your voice, stopping the tears from flowing.

“Anything for you.  Because Y/N, you mean so much to me.”  That made you smile even bigger.

“Peter, this will work.  I promise you I will try.”  You were determined to not lose Peter.

“There is something that I heard once.  I think Aunt May said it.  Distance means nothing when the person is worth everything.”  You heard the determination and the pain in Peter’s voice. “This will work, Y/N, it will.”

“Okay.  I promise I will try my hardest.”  There was a silence.  Only the sound of slight tears on both ends.

“Bye, Y/N.”  Then Peter hung up and the line went dead.

You picked up the photos of you and Peter.  You hung them up on the board already in your room.  They would be the first thing up and would always stay up.  Then you picked up Peter’s sweatshirt and put it on.  You curled up on the empty bed in an empty room and cried yourself to sleep.  The last thought in your head hurt.

How could you make this work?  If distance meant nothing because Peter was everything to you, why did the distance feel so far?

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37. “I don’t want to go to bed angry.”

Steve steps carefully into the room, staring across at the body lying on the mattress facing away from him pointedly. He scuffs his shoe against the floorboards and leans against the door frame, crossing his arms and frowning at the motionless body. Was he asleep already?

He had stormed out earlier after a fight and gone for a walk, it was cold and dark and he’d only been gone for about an hour but he could barely stand that. They had been so angry, said things that he didn’t mean, he hoped Jonathan didn’t mean them either.

“Jonny?” He whispers, stepping into the room and stripping his jacket off. Jonathan doesn’t move, but Steve thinks he might just be ignoring him so he sinks down onto the mattress and drops his chilled face into his hands. He doesn’t know how he would go on if Jonathan dumped him, his life just wouldn’t feel right, it made his chest tight to even think about it.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles against his hands, tears burning in his eyes. Would Jonathan hate him now? Would he even give him one last kiss goodbye?

“Steve?” He turns his head as he drops his hands, finding Jonathan staring at him blearily. Had he been asleep? “C’mere..” Jonathan holds his hand out and Steve quickly kicks off his shoes to climb over next to the younger and into his arms. He sniffles against Jonathan’s chest and clings to him tight, he never wanted to let go.

“I thought you hated me.” Steve says softly against his shoulder, and Jonathan huffs quietly.

“If I hated you I wouldn’t have been trying to stay up to wait for you. You would have come back to a locked room with all the lights off.” Jonathan promises, and kisses his ear for good measure. “I didn’t want to go to bed angry, you know I hate that.” He hums, and Steve nods, the day Jonathan went to bed angry was the day he gave up on Steve.

“I shouldn’t have said it, I’m an ass.” Steve admits, and Jonathan lets out a quiet chuckle before rubbing his back and squeezing him tight.

“I’m no better, so let’s call a peace treaty and talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” The younger suggests, and Steve nods his head. “All right,” Jonathan releases him and sits up to reach for the lamp, Steve shimmies out of his jeans and crawls under the covers. He pulls himself close to Jonathan’s chest and clings to him, unable to help himself. Jonathan doesn’t protest, curls his fingers through Steve’s messy hair and wraps his leg over Steve’s hip.

They’d figure it out in the morning.

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bts and morning sex?


So many sloppy kisses. His face resting in the crook of your neck, fingers tangled loosely with yours. A lot of silenced moans. Forehead kisses.


Yoongi would literally start yawning mid-way through but wouldn’t stop. Slow and uncoordinated kisses + thrusts. Roaming hands. Muffled groans of your name. Soft touches.


His fingertips grazing over your every inch. Messy tongues. Wrapping your legs around his waist and resting his forehead on your chest. Whispered compliments and morning greetings. Ending up tangled in your sheets.


Gentle Namjoon with light touches and sweet kisses. A lot of giggling. Slow rolls of hips. His fingers brushing up and down your thighs and hips. Whispers of how much he loves you. Lip bites.


Hand holding. Feathery touches up and down your sides. Kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. Bright smiles. Forehead touches. Moans swallowed by hasty kisses.


Starts from him waking you up with his mouth. Holding your legs apart with his hands. Your fingers twisting into the sheets beneath you. Bright smiles with glistening lips. Sloppy kisses. Content cuddles for hours afterwards.


You on top. His fingers tracing patterns up and down your spine as he watches you with awe in his eyes. Tummy kisses. Bunny grins. Hip bone hickeys. Clumsy movements resulting in butting heads. A shower together always following.

Dude, about the Alex Tizon article, as a Filipina I know damn well what happened in that story was slavery and that article was written by a complicit slaver who allowed this atrocity to continue well into his adulthood and until Eudocia’s death. Slavery is slavery is no matter who’s doing it, stop changing the subject and making it about katulongs or yayas because clearly that is not the same thing as what Eudocia went through. She was exploited, unpaid, and kept from her home country against her will. She was a slave, stop trying to twist it and make Tizon out to be better than what he is/was. Also pls stop saying this is any different from the slavery of black people or any other group. It’s not.


I haven’t drawn anything in SOOOO long! But your keep-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat-suspenseful, wholeheartedly endearing, and stunningly intricate fic Keeping Secrets inspired me! So. Here is Emma in all of her exhausted elven glory. Thank you so much, @elvensemi ,for blessing the world with your incredible writing. I powered through reading all 475000+ words in just 6 days and it was soooo worth it. I laughed, I cried, I may have even thrown my phone in frustration. Twice. Which is how you know a fic is good. Just. Thank you. Times infinity.

THIS IS SO GOOD. ;w; SO CUTE. SO PURE. I love all the little details; her foot wraps, her messy desk, the fact the chair was obviously built for a human so she’s sitting on two books (probably CHANTRY books amirite ladies). Her super messy hair and irritable, exhausted look are SPOT ON. She looks totally perfect. <3 <3 <3
I Exist Chapter III, a samurai jack fanfic | FanFiction

You know what made me especially angry when I thought this chapter had been deleted? It was edited. I was ready. To. Post. It.

I’m so glad I didn’t have to rewrite this. Nearly 2,500 words. No, thank you. I have other chapters to write!

I hope you all enjoy the next installment of I Exist :D :D

I Exist

Chapter III

Wake up, darling.

She did. But she couldn’t. Color surrounded her, mostly darkness, indiscernible shapes, of swirling pink and purple, white dots sparkled off in the distance. Not in one direction, but in all, simultaneously. Her landscape was warped and messy. She could not wrap her head around it.

She did not have a head with which to do so. She could detect sound, somehow, thrumming echoes that she could not identify. If she could feel nausea, she would be ill, lolling about aimlessly, trying to make sense of it all.

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The Flaw Of Belief pt.6 (Bucky x Reader)

Summary:  “I don’t know what to do to make me love you either.”

Word Count - 1912

Warnings - Mentions of drugs, maybe swearing, isk, it’s also pretty shit

A/N - i don’t really have one today

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Seven.

Bucky woke up right where he’d fallen asleep, still with a black eye, and still with a head swimming in guilt. The only thing that had changed was that a blanket now wrapped around his huge frame, making the blanket look more like a scarf than anything that could cover his broad body. He was confused, he didn’t fall asleep with a blanket. After being punched by Sam, which he admittedly deserved, he woke up in the med room. No blanket.

Sam certainly wouldn’t care enough to make sure he wasn’t cold. He could smell something sweet though, almost homely, and he knew it was yours. He now noticed your door was ajar next to his head, and he abruptly stood up, wrapping the soft blanket around his shoulders. He carefully stepped through your doorway, so as not to startle you, but you were nowhere to be seen. Your bed was still unmade, your pillow practically dropped with mascara smeared tears and heartbreak. Netflix was open, and Bucky had a feeling you had fallen asleep watching your favourite film once again. If Heath Ledger was on the screen, you were never too far behind, which is why it was all the more worrying that you weren’t here.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking around her room. He’d never been in here before, he didn’t suppose she ever valued him enough to let him in. He admired the photos and art pinned to the walls, her usual sneakers abandoned at the foot of her bed, her jar of seaglass she’d collected with Sam at the beach one afternoon. A small smile crept into his face, but was quickly eradicated at the thought of having to talk to you. He wanted to talk to you, sure, he always wanted to talk to you, but not like this. Not when you had every right to hate him.

Bucky was in the wrong and he wasn’t fond of it.

Not one bit.

“Miss Y/N is on the roof sir.”


You’d been sat up here for how long, you didn’t know. You could hear birds tweeting as you sat down. You remembered hearing the sounds of cars gradually increasing in volume. Since then, it had grown to a steady streaming of early morning commuters, all pleasantly driving along. You liked to watch the cars go past. At some point, Sam had come up in his pyjamas, commenting on the time, but handed you some french toast.

You smiled slightly, even though it made your cheeks crack with dried tears. It really meant a lot that someone cares enough to wake up, make you breakfast and then go back to sleep. You hoped he knew how much you cared about him in return.

You wrapped your blanket tighter around yourself and watched a truck full of bin men jump off and start wheeling bins around. It reminded you of something out of a movie, the way they all shouted to each other, working and joking in perfect cooperation. However your albeit mundane thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You didn’t have to spare a glance to know it was him.

All you’d wanted when you made your getaway was for him to follow you, like something out of a cheesy romantic comedy, to grab your arms and give a sweeping declaration of love. 

You were bitterly disappointed.

You were a fool, you admitted.

James Barnes doesn’t feel anything, he spent 70 years learning how not to, and if he did feel anything, it wouldn’t be for you. Believing him was as painful and pointless.

Truth be told, you thought he didn’t care in the slightest. You wouldn’t be surprised if he never deigned you another thought, or look, or sentence. But seeing him say outside your door, looking incredibly uncomfortable and a little cold, made your heart leap in a way you knew it shouldn’t. You shouldn’t care. He didn’t care, he probably doesn’t care now, maybe he just feels guilty, or whoever gave him that black eye forced him to apologise, to go along with the pantomime of apology with no real meaning behind it.

But the compound was dark, silent, and all were sound asleep, and you knew that nobody was around to make him. Under a velvet blanket of rest they all lay, one you found difficult to reside under.

He looked cold.

You wrapped your blanket around his shoulders, knowing you shouldn’t care but also knowing you couldn’t not care. His facial features were handsome, but even troubled in dreams. You stepped over him, and made your way to the roof.

So yes, it was no longer a surprise he wanted to talk to you. But once you’d gotten over the foolish hope that rose form somewhere ugly deep within yourself, you realised you came to dread this moment. You wanted him to care, you didn’t necessarily want the depressing conversation that came along with it.

“Y/N.” He spoke in a gravelly tone, his voice rough from underuse.

“James.” You spoke quietly, your head bowing down. He walked towards you, and came to a stop in front of you, and only now did you notice he was still in yesterday’s clothes. Did he come straight here?

“Y/N, please look at me.” He pleaded, and as much as you didn’t want to, your weak will obeyed. You immediately regretted it.

Those blue eyes you’d stupidly fallen in love with, were swimming in an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Was it pity?

“Do you want some French toast?” You offered, but he simply stared at you with an eyebrow raised, silently chastising you for trying to avoid the subject.

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me James. I’m okay, really.” You spoke, your eyes scanning his face, noticing his stubble, the hair in his eyes, the crease in his brow.

“I don’t think I’d call you okay.”

“And why not?” You challenged, but your weak voice lacked any meaning, any tone.

“Because you’re never going to be okay near me. I hurt you, over and over, and sometimes, I don’t even realise I’m doing it. It took 1 mind blowing kiss, 1 nervous breakdown, around 8 or 9 punches, a couple of hours in the infirmary and a plate of french toast for me to realise I’m in lo-” he stopped abruptly, like he was remembering something from a long time ago.

“To realise you’re in love with me.” You finished in monotone.

It took him a moment to wrestle control of his vocal cords, but Bucky nodded and with a swallow, uttered the words you’d wanted to hear even if you didn’t want to hear them.

“To realise I’m in love with you.” He muttered lowly, staring into your eyes. His gaze made you feel vulnerable, not like you were naked, but like your soul was naked, like he could see everything about you and wanted to know more.

“Buck, I know you’re not.” You looked over the cars again, watching each one go by like children’s toys.

“I don’t know, I mean I know HYDRA messed my mind up but I know I’m in love with you, it’s not something I’m likely to ever forget.” He said intently.

You thought for a moment before you decided to speak.

“You don’t do that to someone you love. You don’t lie and deceive, you don’t leave them lying there feeling like being anywhere near you was a mistake, you don’t let them cry all night and not bother to see them. If you can fall asleep at night, knowing the person you’re in love with is unhappy, then you’re not in love.”

“I won’t be another conquest Bucky. I can’t.”

“Y/N, you’re not a conquest, I really am in love with you, I-I don’t know wh-!” Bucky stuttered, desperately trying to get you to listen, but his words fell short. He stopped mid sentence and took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. When they met your’s once again, you had to hold onto your breath.

“I don’t know what to do to make you love me.” He sounded defeated, like he was accepting reality and it wasn’t all he’d hoped for.

You spoke calmly. “I don’t know what to do to make me love you either.”

“Has there been a time you’ve ever not hated me?” His voice sounded broken now, like his voice box was strained and cracked.

“Truth be told, I don’t think I ever hated you, until now.” A tear slipped down your face. You went to wipe it away, but Bucky gently lowered yours, and wiped it away for you with the pad of his thumb. Such a tender and loving action made you sob slightly, which you tried to muffle, to no avail.

“I was so in love with you, I couldn’t even fathom the idea of being friends with you, because it would be too painful. Even when we were supposed to hate each other, I felt something different. I felt like my day was incomplete without our insults and petty squabbles. It took me a long time to realise that my day felt incomplete without you.” You sobbed.

“I wanted nothing more than you.”

“Do you trust me?” James said, not looking at you out of shame.

You paused for a moment.

“No. I don’t think I know how to.”

“I trust you. I don’t know how to make you see that. Yes, I’m malicious and I break people’s hearts and I have nightmares and I’m old and don’t always understand what’s going on, but I don’t know how to make you love me in spite of that. I just want you, and I don’t know how to get you.”

It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted being just out of reach, like the biggest stuffed animal at the carnival. Bucky thought, but didn’t say aloud. Maybe he should have.

“I wouldn’t know how to get me either. I’m sorry I’m not more help. But I don’t think you’re in love with me. It’s guilt, and soon a pretty girl overflowing with confidence will catch your eye and she’ll be wonderful and you’ll fall in love with her and forget about me because you don’t love me.” You said, your eyes looking anywhere but him. His gaze however, remained fixed on you.

“I don’t know what to say to make you believe me, Y/N.” He spoke dejectedly, his hair falling into his eyes.

“Maybe you don’t say anything then. Belief is funny. It’s either there, or it’s not.” You said simply.

Bucky nodded, wrapped his blanket tighter around his broad shoulders, and then stood up and walked away. He couldn’t help but cast one last glance at you, at your messy hair, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, at the plate of French toast now cold next to you. At your eyes, makeupless and tearfulled, yet Bucky still thought they were magnetising. They didn’t once break contact with his.

And then he closed the door.

Your own words echoed in your head, taunting you.

‘Belief is funny. It’s either there, or it’s not.’

You wished you could tell him you were lying.

You wished you could tell him that the belief was always there, and always would be, for as long as he lived.

You would always believe in James Buchanan Barnes.

You were a fool.

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