my makeup is running in the corners of my eyes

Fragmented // Yoongi

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Ansgt

Word count: 1381

Description: It’s yours and Yoongi’s anniversary, but an unexpected turn of events leads to a not so happy ending…

Warning; Slight swearing

You stood in front of the full length mirror in yours and Yoongi’s shared bedroom, fixing your messy bun. You scanned your reflection debating whether the black dress you were wearing was okay or not. Today was a special day, it was 2 years since you and Yoongi had been together, and he had already text you saying that unfortunately he would be home very late from the studio, but you would both still try and do something special regardless.
Coincidentally, today you were also supposed to go out for dinner with your colleagues and boss, to celebrate your companies rising popularity, you were a magazine journalist, and were desperate for your boss to publish the work you had completed recently, hence needed to go that dinner, but you knew how much Yoongi despised your boss and so clearly wouldn’t be happy with you going out with them on your anniversary instead of him. You thought you would just go for a very short while and then make up and excuse, and return home. You picked up your phone to see you had received some messages from your close friend, and colleague:

‘y/n please can you send me the address of the restaurant again? ^^ Thanks’
‘We shouldn’t be late or else (your boss’ name) will be so angry’
You replied, and then threw your phone on the bed, hands shaking, and adrenaline pumping throughout your body. You never wanted to hide anything from Yoongi, or lie to him, but this was incredibly important for your career, besides you knew you would be back at home before him.
You rushed and got your heels on seeing that your cab was waiting outside, you quickly grabbed your clutch and ran outside…

Yoongi’s POV //
I threw my head back in my swinging chair, sighing in relief. I had just finished up a load of work in the studio, and it was only 8pm, I looked at the clock smiling. I was so excited, today was mine and y/n’s anniversary and I had told her I would be home late in order to surprise her. I got in my car, looking at the back seat, there were a bunch of roses, and a box cutely wrapped up which had a necklace in it, and a giant sushi plush, and a giant Dumbo plush.
When I reached our shared apartment, I pulled up in the drive, and quickly took all of the presents out of the back, before opening the door, the lights were all off…strange I thought. I crept into the hallway, and placed all of the presents down quietly before turning the lights on slowly, was she planning to surprise me too? “y/n?” I called out…but no response.

I checked everywhere, the kitchen, the lounge, then I went upstairs slowly, but she was nowhere to be seen. Where on earth was she? She didn’t even have work today, and she told me she’d be at home all day. I whipped my phone out of my back pocket, and dialled her number. But I heard her ringtone coming from our bedroom; I went inside to see her phone was on the bed. I picked it up, and unlocked it seeing it had been left on a conversation with one of her friends, I read the last couple of texts, and immediately my heart sank, she had gone to some stupid restaurant with her colleagues, and boss, without telling me, without asking me, without even having the slightest bit of consideration for my feelings.
I stormed downstairs, through the hallway, accidentally trampling all over the bunch of roses. I got in my car slamming the door a little harder than intended, and sped off to this restaurant to find y/n, I needed an explanation. My hands started to hurt from gripping on to the steering wheel so hard, my blood was boiling so much, I eventually arrived and angrily pulled up into the car park.
I entered the restaurant, to see a large table situated in the middle of the table, underneath a large chandelier, and on it were sat y/n, her colleagues, and that stupid arrogant perverted boos of hers, and she was sat right next to him. I felt my hand clench into a fist, as I walked towards them, y/n was smiling in the face of her boss. When he looked up at me startled, she slowly turned her head, and then her eyes widened. “Y..Yoongi I-“ she started, but I cut her off by grabbing her wrist and forcing her up from her seat, everyone else staring at me wide eyed, but to be honest, I didn’t give two shits. I dragged y/n out of the restaurant, and after she sat in the car, I sped off once again. The car ride was silent, I was too angry and hurt to be able to process anything at the moment, and I saw from the corner of my eye, y/n momentarily turning to look at me, I saw her hands shaking on her lap, and more of her thighs were being revealed than I would have liked.

Once we arrived home, I didn’t open the car door for her like I normally always did, instead I got out and slammed the door, entering out shared apartment, walking straight past the presents I was once so excited to give her. I heard her small slow footsteps following mine. I walked into the lounge, which was only dimly lit by a lamp in the corner of the room, I looked up at the canvas of me and y/n on the wall laughing hysterically and running my hand through my hair angrily.

“Yoongi” I head y/n whisper, but I didn’t turn around to face her. She walked round to face me and my eyes slowly met hers, her cheeks were black tear stained from the makeup she had been wearing, but I was so livid with her, I didn’t even want to look at her face right now.

“Yoongi” she quietly repeated, placing her hand on my crossed arms which I violently pushed away, annoyed, and infuriated.
“What y/n!” I screamed, she flinched in response, taking a step slowly back.
“I work my arse off so that we can both have a safe and secure future, I plan all these things for you, I love you unconditionally and this is what you do in response?” I questioned, she looked up, hurt.
“Yoongi just give me a chance to explain, I just wanted to make (your boss’ name) happy so he would publish my work, I was coming home straight after” she spoke, her voice shaky, almost inaudible.
“Oh so you want to make him happy but what about me hmm?” I screamed.
“You can dress up like a fucking slut to impress your boss, on our anniversary?” I spat, I didn’t want to be this harsh, but my anger had consumed me leaving me no choice.

“You need to stop being so overprotective Yoongi, you’re being selfish” she raised her voice slightly, and as if my heart already hadn’t shattered into a million pieces, this had just spilt it over the edge. I picked up the vase closest to me on the coffee table, and threw it violently, not at y/n, but it flew behind her, she crouched, her hands on her ears, and the only noise that filled the room was the large mirror on the wall smashing, breaking into numerous fragments, mirroring exactly what had happened to my heart.
We both stood, shocked at my actions, after the silence that felt like hours, y/n finally shaking her head slowly, tears fell continuously from her bloodshot eyes and walked towards me. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be Yoongi” she said, her voice breaking, and I felt like my heart stopped at her words. I raised my hand to protest, but no words came from my mouth, and all I heard was the front door close. I sat on the floor, beside the many pieces of shattered glass, and picked a piece up off the floor and stared at my reflection, what did y/n ever see in me in the first place? I sobbed, staring into the fragmented glass, fragmented like my heart…

Losing Streak - Tyler Seguin (Smut)

Author’s Note: This is ridiculous dominant and long, so if you don’t like dominance, don’t read it. You have been warned.

Tyler always took loosing hard. It didn’t matter how well they played, the score, anything. He just always took it hard. I had been watching the game from home, and I knew that when Tyler got home he was going to be upset.

While feeding Marshall and Cash, our dogs, I hear the front door open and close with a loud slam. I finish putting food into Cash’s bowl and when I stand up, I see Tyler staring at me.

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Original request from a lovely anon:  Request ma friend? A Steve Rogers x Reader imagine based off of Satisfied from Hamilton. The reader meets Steve and introduces him to her sister bc the reader isn’t sure if he really likes her. The sister and Steve get married, and the reader is happy for them, but feels regret.

A/N: Oh man, negl, I teared up when I listened to the song for the first time and thinking about the request and I nearly cried writing this. It was definitely a tough one for me to write, but definitely a great request, so thank you! I hope you don’t mind, I changed the story up a little from the song to fit the character(s). I highly suggest listening to the song for the full effect.

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1665

Warnings: Angst

“A toast,” I say, rising to my feet, lifting my champagne flute. “To the groom!” I turn my body slightly to the happy couple at the end of the table. “And to the bride, my sister.”

My words are met with praise and smiles from the crowd of people in the hall. Steve and my sister smile at me from their seats. She’s clung to his arm and he’s relaxed in his current state. As I sit down I see them lean in and kiss and I feel another piece of my heart chip away.

“Is that who I think it is?” Eliza says, tugging on the sleeve of my blazer.

“Yeah, that’s Steve.” I chuckle, taking a sip of the scotch in my tumblr.

“He’s even bigger in person, and… and, uh…” She struggles to find the words.

“More handsome?” I offer.

“Yes! Handsome, that’s the word.” She exclaims, her eyes lighting up.

“Do you want to talk to him?” I ask her. Her eyes immediately light up. She is absolutely helpless.


“Yeah.” I chuckle. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“Would you actually introduce me to him?” She asks.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” I pat her on the arm and head over to talk to Steve.

“(Y/N), hey.” He says, a smile lighting up his face. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you since, what, England, last year?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time! I’ve been good. Work with Nick and the new S.H.I.E.L.D. really keeps a girl busy.” I smile back at him.

“You never were satisfied.” He comments. “Especially not with having to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. after it collapsed, were you?”

“Well, I couldn’t really go to work for Stark, now could ?” I shrug.

“To be fair, he does offer pretty good benefits for his employees.”

“Maybe, but one can only take so much office work before snapping, y’know?” He chuckles softly in response. “How’s work with the Avengers? Avenge anything good recently?”

“Eh, it’s the same ole work I’ve been doing since Sokovia. After the whole flying city thing we’ve been tasked with taking out the remaining factions of Hydra. Simple. Safe. Easy missions, y’know?”

“Mmm, yeah, I know.” I nod before taking his hand and leading him away from the bar. “Come with me.”

“Where are you taking me?” He asks, quickly matching my pace.

“I’m about to change your life, my friend.”

“Then, by all means, lead the way, (Y/N).” I can hear the soft chuckle in his voice.

‘I’m going to regret this’ I think to myself as I lead Steve to my waiting sister. As we approach I can see her eyes widen like they do when she’s excited. When we come to a stop in front of her a massive grin spreads across her face. I look up at Steve to find a smile stretching his lips and a soft expression in his eyes.

“Steve, this is Eliza.” I say, releasing his hand and gesturing to my sister.

“Ma’am.” He nods, holding out his hand to shake hers.

“Hello.” She says, suddenly shy. She gently shakes his hand.

“How do you two know each other?” Steve asks looking from Eliza to me and then back again, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

“(Y/N) is my sister.” ELiza answers, finally finding her confidence.

“S-sisters?” He chokes a little on the his drink.

“Yeah.” I laugh.

“You never told me you had a sister.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Rogers.” I smile at the sight of the two of them together, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes. They’re so perfect for each other, and I’m just letting her have him. She would back down immediately if I tell her how I feel. She deserves Steve Rogers, and I know he’ll treat her right.

“Eliza, you and I have always been together. You are, and have always been, one of the best and most important constants in my life, and I love you more than you could ever imagine. Ever since we were little you talked about marrying a prince and having a fairytale wedding and, looking around this room and seeing you two together I know you’ve finally gotten everything you’ve dreamed of since you were old enough to know what a dream was.” She smiles at me, and I can see the corner of her mouth tremble from happy tears. She really has been dreaming of this day forever and it’s my fault this is happening. “Now, Rogers.”

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” He calls.

“You better take good care of her.” I say, my voice mockingly stern.

“Or what?” He laughs, hearing the joking tone I started out in. The rest of the hall laughs with him.

“Or I will seriously kick your ass.” I say, very seriously this time.

“Don’t worry.” He says, wrapping his arm around his new wife’s shoulders. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt her.”

I nod to them and the room erupts with applause. Bucky goes on to give his own Best Man speech after I sit down. I zone out and I don’t really pay attention to his speech, but based on the laughter from the gathering of people he was funny. My mind keeps pulling me back to the night when I introduced them. Ever since then, my life has been filled with regret. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic for the two of them, I am. I know I made the right choice. I know I did.

“Hey, you okay?” I nearly jump out of my skin when Bucky places his hand on my forearm.

“Huh?” I look up at him to find concern in his eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’m good, don’t worry.”

“You know you can’t lie to me.” He says, leaning back in his chair, following my gaze to the happy couple and then back to me, realization suddenly evident in his features. “(Y/N)…”

“I can’t do this.” I whisper, quietly excusing myself from my seat and heading out to the hallway to escape the room.

To my dismay, Bucky followed me from the room. He quickly catches up to me and spins me around, his hand gentle on my shoulder.

“(Y/N), what is wrong?” He asks. “Do you love Steve?”

“Don’t say that so loudly, James.” I hiss. “Someone’s going to hear you and then we’ll both be screwed. Every single member of my family is a gossip. No one’s safe.”

“Alright, fine.” He leads me down the hallway, around the corner, down another corridor and finally stopping after turning yet another corner. “Are you in love with Steve.”

“I-I…” I stutter.

“You are.” He says, his shoulders falling.

“I’m the one who set the two of them up, you know that, right?” I say quietly. “I made the right choice.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Do you see how happy they are in there?” I smile at him sadly. “They love each other so much and I helped make that happen. I made two of my best friends happier than I’ve ever seen them before in my entire life and here I am,” I gesture to the space around me. “Close to tears because I did something good for someone else for once.”

“That doesn’t mean you made the right choice.” He whispers, running a thumb over my cheek and pulling a tissue from the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket and handing it to me. “It only means you made a good choice, and those are two completely different things.”

“Still gives me no right to be hung up on someone else’s husband.” I let out a watery laugh, gently dabbing at the tears on my face and at the corner of my eyes to preserve my makeup. “What am I supposed to do?”

“(Y/N)?” It’s Eliza.

Shit.” I hiss, working harder to fix my face because she soon rounds the corner where Bucky and I are “hiding”.

“There you are.” She says, slowly approaching the two of us. “Hello, Bucky.”

“Eliza.” He nods to her and turns back to me. “I’ll see you back in there.”

“Alright.” I respond. He dips his head to us before heading back to the reception.

“What are you doing out here talking to Bucky?” Eliza asks as soon as Bucky’s rounded the corner.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” I smile at her, trying to convince her that I’m alright. “Just a little nervous about you being married.”

“Why are you nervous?” She laughs.

“You’re all grown up now, kid.” I chuckle. “You’re married and happy. Now I’m going to be the bitter old single lady at all the family dinners”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” She raises her eyebrows at me.

“Have you not met any of our family?”

“That is very true.” She grins at me, finally believing me. “Hey, you could go out with Bucky!”

“Now you’re the one setting up the dates?” She shrugs, wiggling her eyebrows slightly.

“Learn something everyday, (Y/N).” She says. “Learned that from you.”

“I thought you grew out of using my own words against me.” I reach out and pull her into a brief hug. “Don’t worry about me. Go back in there and be sickeningly in love with your husband.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course.” I nod.

“I love you.” She says, suddenly very serious.

“I love you too.” I respond, equally as serious. “Now go. It’s your party. Go enjoy it.”

“Okay, but don’t stay out here the whole time. You are the maid of honor.” I nod to her. She seems satisfied and goes back to the reception hall.

When she’s gone I slide down the wall, my face in my hands, trying to keep myself from messing up my makeup too badly.

Steve was right about one thing. I’ve never been satisfied.


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