no you tell them you screwed up

Hearing ppl talk about dads/husbands over social media is sometimes perplexing af like…you got these men w college degrees that claim they can’t do household chores bc they “dont know how” or “will screw it up” like…it ain’t engineering or surgery dude, you got Google and more than a few months to figure it tf out

If I guy ever tells you that he is cognitively incapable of helping out even tho he’s magically abled on every other front, ditch his ass bc he doesn’t respect your time

Friendly reminder that literally everything in life is in your hands and you have the time to sort things out to prevent future issues or fix issues that have arisen. You’re the one who can sign up for programs, you’re the one who can block social media sites when you’re studying, you’re the one who can delete Instagram because you think it’s a source of negativity, you’re the one who can take free online courses, you’re the one who can drag your ass out of bed 30 minutes earlier than you usually do to go for a run, you’re the one who can use duolingo every day to learn a new language, you’re the one who can brave the morning cold to sit on your balcony or outside your place or on the curb or on a bench and draw the sunset, even if you think you’re not very good. So stop feeling angry at yourself for not making the small decisions that add up to create a better you, in more ways than one. Who cares if you’re not the best artist and dropped visual arts as soon as you could, who cares if you haven’t run in two years and never moved on from your high school athletics carnival, who cares if you’ll lose the great feed you set up, who cares if people will think you’re a bit of a nerd for taking coding courses or going on Hogwarts is Here, who cares if people will scoff as you tell them you’re learning an odd obscure language and question you. So ignore the stupid voice in your head, and the voices around you, don’t let fear, self doubt and laziness screw with the things you know you’ll benefit from. It’s in your hands, so act like it.

Worth

Canon ‘verse Dean and Cas talking about feelings

read it here on AO3!

“Cas, I just - I don’t think we can do this,” Dean says.

And Cas, sitting beside him in shotgun, tastes loss in his mouth. He stares straight ahead.

He’s been waiting for this, if he’s honest with himself. It was too good to be true. He and Dean have been - things have been different between them, recently. They’ve been saying more, showing more. It’s been filling a part of Cas that he hadn’t even understood was aching and empty, until suddenly it wasn’t.

But now…

“It’s - you know, we got jobs to do,” Dean says. Outside, the night rolls past. They’re driving home to the bunker, shopping bags in the back. The trip was domestic, even sweet; but at the check-outs, Cas saw Dean’s face. He’d known that something was shifting. He’d known that there was trouble to come.

“Jobs?” he manages.

“Yeah, Cas, jobs. We got the world to save. Half the time we’re throwing ourselves under the bus so it won’t drive off the cliff, and that’s good, because the bus won’t crash, but…” He pauses; Cas says nothing. “But - God, Cas, it’s so much harder to throw yourself under the bus when you got someone out there who makes you think you shouldn’t have to.”

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something i wish would happen: on their way back home, elias teases sana like he usually does, but she’s not having it. she doesn’t look mad, she doesn’t look annoyed. she just looks tired. and elias notices, finally, because the party is over. but he doesn’t say anything, because it’s not the right time and place. but when they’re home, elias texts her “can i come see you?” and sana replies “ok”. and then elias is knocking on her door and she lets him in, and he asks “alright, what’s up with you?” and sana just shrugs. and elias asks “tonight was fun, no?” and sana says “it was fun for you”. and elias frowns, because it hits him that he hadn’t really seen his sister at the party. and then elias comes to sit on her bed, and he tells her “i’m sorry tonight wasn’t, like, so great for you. you know we can talk. you know i won’t judge. you know that, right?” and sana sighs and nods. because she knows. because her older brother has always been there during the most important moments, all her life

and she tells elias “sometimes i just don’t know where i fit” and elias gives her a small, understanding smile, and then he says “desperate times, desperate measures. or hm, whatever it is they say” and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, squeezes her, and says “you’re going to listen to me now because you’re not going to catch me being this cheesy anytime soon, okay?” and sana rolls her eyes at him, and elias’ smile becomes wider, because that’s typical sana right there, and he hasn’t seen her all night. “you’re the best person i know in this world, and i admire you so much, you and your wisdom and your intelligence and your faith. and, yes, your awesome basketball skills, and taste in music. you’re the best little sister any brother could hope for. you’ll always fit in this house and you’ll always fit in my life. and if someone doesn’t think you fit in theirs, you know what? screw them, they don’t deserve you” 

and sana is smiling now, and she rests her head on her brother’s shoulder and sighs. and elias tells her “okay, but you know the rules right? you can’t quote what i just said against me, like the basketball part and stuff.” and sana shakes her head, little smile still on her face, and she says “elias?” and he goes “hmm?” and she tells him “shut up”. and so elias laughs and squeezes her shoulders one more time

zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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  • being friends with a gryffindor is: never having to worry about not having someone to fight for you; knowing that you are arms length away from receiving the warmest hug you have ever had, like hot apple cider or hot chocolate; pillow fights at 1AM because why not? it's not like sleep could ever give you this feeling of joy; it's sitting next to a roaring fire painting nails, or trying to braid hair [and failing miserably]; it's watching the sunset together, and trying so desperately to memorize how the colors from the sky are making their face glow; it's standing up for them, even if they screwed up - because they're your friend, and what they did isn't worth giving up those uncontrollable giggles late at night; it's teaching each other how to grow up, and be mature, and learn from your mistakes; it's often going out of your comfort zone to do things that you might regret later, but you know will be worth it in the end; it's trying new recipes together and almost coughing it back up because you seriously needed to have had a recipe; it's always being there for each other when it counts.
  • being friends with a ravenclaw is: turning around in your seat during class, to look at them and roll your eyes simultaneously; coming up with new conspiracy theories about your favorite tv show; writing messages on each other's jeans and hands/arms, and getting in trouble with the teachers for not paying attention; it's not being afraid to tell them that they need to go back upstairs and change their outfit; it's not being afraid to give them the facts, and show them how it correlates with their circumstance; it's watching the stars together, and having a contest about who can spot the most constellations, before you both decide 'screw it,' and make up your own constellations - each with their own history and characterization; it's trying out new things together, whether it's completely foreign to the both of you, or just one of you - to please the other person and to gain their perspective; it's reading to each other late at night, while the other plays with your hair; it's always going above and beyond to keep your friendship alive.
  • being friends with a slytherin is: silent gestures and small smiles during the day, to let the other know you care about them; it's like finding a four-leafed clover - once you find it, you never let it go; it's throwing rocks in water and watching the ripples as they calm you; it's not being afraid to point out the bad qualities in each other, as well as the good, and have conversations about them; it's doing each others makeup and laughing so much that your eyeliner is all over the place, and you can forget about mascara; it's seeing who can sculpt the weirdest animal [with a backstory, please and thank you - along with its diet and habitat]; it's staying on the internet until dawn, and barely speaking, but giggling as you send each other memes; it's jumping on the bed to your favorite music while singing in a hairbrush; it's texting each other in near-tears, spilling your heart out, while the other listens and comforts you, and tells you all the reasons why you'll get through it, and how you don't need the person who is the source of your hurt; it's constantly picking each other up after someone's knocked you down; it's knowing that you have someone you can be completely bare-faced with, and know that they'll either cut all ties with you, or know that you have someone to love you for life.
  • being friends with a hufflepuff is: late-night talks about nothing and everything; sending each other baby hedgehog videos; hand-holding; seeing who can eat the most in one sitting [and then comforting each other the rest of the day, because oh my god who would even eat fifteen pieces of toast in their right mind]; sketching each other [and failing miserably]; lighting dozens of candles and laying down on the couch side-by-side, whilst your favorite instrumental record plays in the background; not being afraid of tear-stained clothes; sometimes having to pull all-nighters working through problems with each other, due to too much blatant and tactless honesty; always smiling at each other while you pass in the halls; always lending an ear when needed, even if you can't give advice; squealing at seeing their selfies, because oh my god, I am friends with the cutest little bean in the universe; making road-trip plans for the future; tripping over air while going on hikes together; drying flowers together; knowing that although they might have their head in the clouds, they will always come back down to earth just for you.

Im literally so done with this fandom you guys have absolutely no self control. Its not Disney’s fault its your fault. Its not like you guys were never going to see it. You just had a wait, thats what your reward is. Patience is key dont you think. Words can not describe how disappointed i am and im sure the starcrew is to. If you see anyone that is reposting the intro please tell them to delete it immediately. For the good of the fandom. We are now gonna pay the consequences. Weather that be they push season 3 to the fall maybe even winter. Or maybe they had plans for starco that you guys screwed up. Guess well have to wait and see. If anyone from the starcrew is reading this. Please know that i am truly sorry. i am so sorry that these 14 year olds have no self control🤦🏽‍♀️

My Biggest Mistake (Barnes/Romanoff/Rogers x reader)

Request:  Cheating Angst of Bucky cheating on the reader with Natasha (Reader’s best friend) And when she finds out, Bucky and Natasha go running to apologize to her. But the reader doesn’t wanna hear it, so she ignores them. One day, Steve tries to convince her to forgive the both of them, because of how sad both, Bucky and Natasha were for the mistake. Which the reader comes in and forgives them ^^ (MAKE IT SUPA ANGSTY PLEASE) THANK YOU AGAIN BONNIE! ILYSM! 

Okay, I’m not a fan of full-on cheating stories, so I toned it down a little.  Also, I’m not very forgiving of it.  I hope you like where I took it tho!

You should have known.  

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Your Awards

Pairing: Evan Peters x Reader

Description: One day, you see something crazy on tv leading to cuddles with your favorite superhero.

Warnings: Fluff. So much fluff. Also adorably clumsy Evan. Also insecure Evan?


“EVAN THOMAS PETERS!! GET YOUR FAMOUS BUTT IN HERE!!”

Your boyfriend flew into the room with a wild expression and hair sticking in different directions. “ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU HURT? WHAT IS HAPPENING?” Evan panted as he checked you over, making sure you were alright. “I’m fine you idiot. Look at the tv.”

You happened to be flipping through channels when your boyfriends name read across the screen.

“..and the nominees can be viewed on MTV.com.” You dove for your laptop, threw open the cover and furiously began typing.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Evan was thoroughly confused by the way you were acting. “SHH!” You finished typing and started to busy yourself with clicks and scrolls. You seemed to find what you were looking for and practically threw the laptop in poor Evan’s face.

“Look! Look! Oh my gosh, look!!” Evan caught the computer midair and scrutinized the view that was presented on the screen. The page read, ‘MTV Movie Awards. Best Comedic Performance Nominees.’ “No. You’re messing with me.” You laughed at Evan’s expression. “This is all very serious Ev. Oh and go back a page.”

He did as told and it basically said the same but with Action Performance. “TWO?! Holy crap!” “Babe this is so huge for you. Being nominated for two big awards? SO PROUD!!”

Evan suddenly became quiet. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. Extremely confused and a little worried, you asked, “what’s eating you, babe?”

He slowly set the laptop down and stepped over to where you were sitting on the couch. “You,” he said.

“Me?” you asked. “You. These are your awards.”

By now you were very worried and reached to check his temperature. He was probably just overexcited.

“Babe. I don’t believe you’re thinking straight. What’s up?” “This is your award. You’re the one who got me out of bed every morning even if I was being an arse about it. You made sure I was fed and hydrated so I could function at work. You supported me every night I felt I wasn’t doing Peter justice. You were.. are my rock. I wouldn’t even have got the audition if you hadn’t pushed me to. So yeah, these are your awards.”

The room fell into a calm aura, setting your emotions skyrocketing. “Sure I helped you, but that’s just it. I helped. Who’s the one who read scripts until three in the morning making sure he wouldn’t screw up his lines? Who went to the gym even though he hated it there so his character would look the part? Who acted the same scene for sixteen plus hours one day and was just as excited to do the same thing the next day? That was all you, baby. So if you want to call the awards partially mine, I’ll let you, but they are yours and you did everything to deserve them. You are a great actor and your coworkers tell me they’ve learned a lot from you. I’m so proud, baby. I’m so proud.”

Evan was practically in tears now. He always questioned his acting ability yet you always could reassure him. He could never tell you how thankful he was for you. He just couldn’t do it without you by his side. Someday he’d ask you to be with him forever. Just not yet.

“Thank you, baby girl. I love you so much.” “I love you too my Quicksilver.”

That day ended in cuddles watching his X-Men movies.

If you want to text first, do it.
Want to double text? Go for it.
If you like someone, tell them. 
If someone makes you happy, say it.
If someone made you upset, talk to them and tell them why.

We spend so much of our lives playing games and trying to figure out our next move. We are afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of looking weak. Screw that. Do what you want to do and the right ones with move along with you. Life is too short to play by some made up rules.

Break-up advice.

It will be hard. Suddenly small things will become big and tricky, people will keep asking if you’re okay, and you will say yes because it’s easier, but really you’re hurting. You may have a period of time where you don’t want to eat much, because you feel sick at the thought of a world without them or you might eat too much, you might have sleepless nights but you might sleep to get away from it all. Everything will remind you of them. Occasionally you may just be getting along with your day and catch a scent that reminds you of a time you spent together, and suddenly you’re a mess. You might be having a great day with friends and out of the blue you have to excuse yourself because someone mentioned something related to them and you got that burning feeling in your throat again. 

You may play moments you shared over and over and wonder whether you were stupid to end it, but please remember to not regret it. You made that decision for a reason and don’t go back to them just for fear of being lonely. You deserve someone who gives you the things that they didn’t give you.

The best thing you can do is fake it until you make it. Take photos of yourself laughing uncontrollably, dance around when nobody is watching, tell yourself you are better off without them, and slowly you will start to believe it. It may take weeks or months or years, but one day there won’t be a pile of screwed up tissues by your bed, and you won’t have that dream again. One day you won’t check their Facebook before you go to sleep, you will just fall asleep, the way you did before. One day you will be able to eat their favourite food without thinking about them. One day you will be able to go to that cinema where you had your first date, and you won’t be consumed with memories, you will just be going to see a movie.

They may still cross your mind occasionally, but one day you will wake up and they won’t be your first thought any more.

Grind (C.H)

Calum Hood, 5 Seconds Of Summer

“Ok, the popcorn is here… Did you assholes actually not leave me a spot to sit?” I groan and leave one of the bowls on the coffee table. Michael stretches to grab it and shrugs, popping a popcorn in his mouth. I sigh and move to sit on the floor but Calum pats his thigh and motions me to sit on his lap, earning looks from the guys.
“Oh, come on guys…. I can’t let her sit on the floor and I don’t want to leave this so comfortable armchair. ” Calum says, shrugging. THe guys nod and turn to the screen .

I sigh and sit on Calum’s lap, thanking God that we didn’t give away our secret; for the past 3 months, me and Calum took our friendship to another level and became friends with benefits.
“You almost got us caught…” I whisper in his ear as I settle on his lap. Jis hand goes to my thigh, drawing shapes on my skin.
“Stop freaking out… Nobody understood shit.” He whispers in my ear and bites my earlobe.
“Whatever… Wabt to stay after the guys leave?”  I ask him, whispering.
“You know I do. ” He chuckles.

I shuffle on Calum’s ;ap, trying to get more comfortable. Calum grips on my thigh and bites on my shoulder.
“Babe, you are giving me a boner…” He moans in my ear and buries his nails on the skin of my thigh.
“Want me to move away?” I ask, feeling his member stiffen.
“No… I want you to grind. ” He says, biting my neck.
“Cal, they are going to see us…” I protest.
“They are so into the movie, they won’t notice…” He says and slips his hand under my shorts. He traces my clit to convince me, but I am already convinced as well as turned on by his member poking my back.
I move my core closer to his cock, getting more friction from him. He moans in my ear again and slips his hand under my panties this time, teasing my entrance with his long fingers.
I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning and press my cunt on his dick.
The friction his jeans and my cotton shorts make my lower region get on fire. His fingers are just teasing me, tracing my hole from the outside and spreading the wetness that was pooling in there.
“So wet for me….” He moans in my ear and I grind harder, feeling every inch of his hard-on.
“So hard just for me. I can’t wait to feel you inside me…” I moan back, just loud enough for him to hear it.
It just takes a few minutes before Calum stops me from moving my body.
“I want to cum so bad…I am so close…” He moans frustrated. I smirk at him and peck on his cheek, before I start grinding harder and faster, making Calum release long-held breaths.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He says, loud enough for everyone to hear.

I turn to look at him wide eyed as the guys stop the movie and look at us.
“What the hell guys?” Ashton asks, as he watches our red faces and the position we are sitting.
I open my mouth to say something but instead, I just stutter.
“Well…” Calum begins but stops and looks at me.
“Well what?” Luke asks.
“We’ve been sleeping together for the past 3 months. ” Calum says, with a lot of courage. I feel my face heat up and my cheeks turn brick red.
“Like, you’ve been sleeping together as boyfriend and girlfriend or like casually with no commitment? Kind of like friends with benefits?” Michael asks, glaring at Calum; Michael was always protrctive of me, more than the other 3 guys.
“We’ve never really discussed it but I guess it’s kind of boyfriend- girlfriend…” Calum replies, leaving me shocked.
“What?” I ask, turning to look at him.
“Yeah, I mean, we are exclussive. I am not sleeping around anymore and I know you don’t, so yeah…” He says, looking in my eyes for confirmation.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t know you were that serious about this. I mean, we haven’t been on a date or something…”
“We have. A month ago, we went to that party together. We ended up having sex and you stayed at my place.”
“Wow, I didn’t even realize that that was a date.”

“Ok, maybe we should go and let them discuss this whole situation…. Just, next time you want to fool around, please don’t do it while weare in the same room. It’s weird to know that Calum had probably cum his pants…” Luke says, motioning the others to stand up and follow him to the door.
“Just tell us what you’ve decided. Goodnight kids.” Michael says, leaning in to kiss my forehead as he walks behind Luke.
“Don’t screw this one up, Hood.” Ashton warns Calum and wave me off, earning a nod from Calum and a smile from me.

Once the guys are out of my apartment, Calum makes me sit on his lap facing him.
“You didn’t know we were dating? Really?” Calum asks me, stroking my cheek.
“I thought we were just friends with benefits and nothing more.  ”
“I could never use you just like that. You mean more than you realize and sometimes I get so angry that you don’t see it. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to spend time with you, have adventures with you. I just…. I never though that after all this years of hanging out as friends, it would be necessary to take you out on a date and ask you officially.” He replies shrugging.
“Well, Calum Thomas Hood, you know so little about women. We appreciate it when our boyfriends ask us out and go through that awkward first date moment. We appreciate it when our boyfriends get all nervous when they ask us to be with them or when they find a phantasmagoric way to ask us to be with them… ” I say, shaking my heead while smiling….

“I think I have a phantasmagoric way to ask you to be mine…” He says, picking me up. I hang on his body like a koala bear as he walks us towards my bedroom.
“Please explain…” I say giggling.
“My tongue, against your little clit, forming every letter of the phrase ‘will you be my girlfriend’ until you cum on my lips, babygirl.”

(A/N): I intended to finish it when the guys caught them but it just didn’t seem right. Anyways, I hope you like it.

things the zodiac signs do when you're friends with them

Aries: the friend who chews like a dinosaur in jurassic park and talks themselves into a rage once you’ve mentioned something they know a lot about, unintentionally addresses you with wrong names several times a day

Taurus: always buys gifts for you and lends you books and cds and gives you their food without you even asking for it, it’s a bit awkward but endearing

Gemini: accidentally drunk calls you instead of their mom, cries over dog pictures at 2 AM at sleepovers and makes you wonder why you even invited them

Cancer: sends you a ton of snaps of their cat and artsy photos of the water when they’re in the bathtub

Leo: drinks so hasty the drink dribbles down their chin, burps really loud and doesn’t even care you’re staring at them

Virgo: buys truck loads of washi tape (the expensive one) and cardboard with pretty patterns to make birthday and Christmas cards, gives the ugly and screwed up ones to you

Libra: puts their hand on your arm and hits you with their legs under the table when they want your attention, won’t stop until you tell them to

Scorpio: looks like they listen to you but doesn’t, stares at you for an eternity and then says something really weird like “ Did your teeth grow? they look bigger than they were yesterday. ”

Sagittarius: that one who’s so full of energy and in such a good mood everyday it makes you feel like a lifeless sack of meat next to them, the child your parents always wished they had

Capricorn: stays calm in almost every situation, a soft smile resting on their lips, a dreamy sparkle in their eyes when they look at you. it seems like there is nothing that can upset them. but when they get angry with you, oh boy. OH BOY better run

Aquarius: wears clothes no one else would buy and looks gorgeous, will support you in everything in everything you do even if you go through a super edgy emo scene hardcore neon anime xD sOrANdom phase they’ll give you a thumbs up and say “You do you, buddy.”

Pisces: squeals and laughs and talks and argues way too loud in public and doesn’t even care when you tell them to be a bit more quiet they’ll get even louder just because they can and they enjoy embarrassing you

Hold me tight (don’t hold me back)

Summary: when a door closes, another one opens, but what happens when the door isn’t fully closed?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

You made your way to the coffee shop, it wasn’t far away from your dorm, all the buildings were connected so it wasn’t hard to walk around. The coffee shop had an amazing interior, the light came on from the big windows and the smell of coffee was strong and relaxing. You walked to the table where Taehyung and another guy was sitting. Taehyung was the first one to notice you since he was the one facing the door, he smiled and waved his hand for you to come closer.
“Let me introduce you properly, this is my roommate and best friend, Chim” Taehyung smiled pointing at the red haired guy.
“It’s not Chim, it’s Jimin, just ignore him” Jimin chuckled while Taehyung pouted “That’s not how you-” Taehyung interrupted his words and pointed behind you “and this one here is my other roommate”.
You turned around so fast you regretted every second of your life, you came face to face with the one and only Jeon Jungkook, your stupid crush for more than 6 months, who called you annoying and told you to get lost. The one and only Jeon Jungkook who made you feel like shit and the only reason you spent three days locked in your room, ignoring everyone.
Jungkook looked shocked for a second but Taehyung didn’t seem to notice anything “His name is Jungkook”
You were quick to recover, pulled the biggest smile ever and extended your hand, just like you did a few seconds ago with Jimin “Nice to meet you Jungkook”. Jungkook squeezed your hand for a few seconds before pronouncing himself with a grunt which probably was a mixture of disgust and shock.
Jungkook settled himself next to Jimin, his penetrating gaze never leaving you as you turned around and faced Taehyung. “Excuse me but I have to use the restroom, be right back” You smiled and made your way to the restroom as calmly as you could.
You were supposed to meet Taehyung, work on your project, maybe finish it, head back home and complain about your life for the rest of the night, maybe dedicate hateful words to Jungkook for being a jerk, but seeing Jungkook? That was never in the plan and it should have never happened.
After washing your hands and a few deep breaths you walked back to the table to be welcomed with a hot cup of coffee being pushed into your hands.
“I really didn’t know what kind of coffee you were into so I ordered what I saw on the menu” Taehyung nodded and directed his gaze to the cup that was now placed on your hands.
“Why are you lying?” Jimin laughed “He asked Jin what kind of coffee were girls into and ordered this weird coffee that he didn’t even know how to pronounce” You chuckled at Jimin’s confession and looked at Taehyung who was smiling sheepishly.
You were trying your best to ignore Jungkook’s burning gaze but you locked eyes with him when you were sitting down next to Taehyung, the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk, you shook your head softly and moved your gaze to the warm cup of coffee placed between your hands.
Jimin and Jungkook excused themselves after fifteen minutes, they had practice. Jimin was the first one to stand up and smile in your direction, saying how much he enjoyed meeting you and hoping he would see you again, Jungkook’s reaction, on the other hand, was completely different, he just nodded hid head in your direction and muttered a goodbye between grunts.
You watched them leave the coffee shop and when you were about to turn around to face Taehyung your phone beeped on your pocket. You pulled your phone out carefully and you felt your head spin when you read the name on the screen, Jungkook.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

A/N: So tell me, did I screw up big time adding all that text? I just really needed to write that part to explain some things. I will try to make the other ones only text.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi. I have a request for you: I'm a fan of the kind of affection that can be really sexy but still genuinely sweet because it's intimate if that makes sense. ^.^" Things like undressing the s/o and kissing their back. So for our dear chocobros, have you any SFW fluffy headcanons or scenarios for how they would shower their s/o like that? Thank you!

OMG YES! YES I DO! :D *ASDFGHJKLHGFCHJKK* Excitement to fill this request is real!!! So this is the fluff that was promised before I started working on Leonheart Pt. 2 LOL! Hopefully I managed to deliver the fluffy feels! These are my PERSONAL headcanons because I like to go against the grain LMAO!

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Noctis: Noctis is a tiny bit of an awkward turtle, and usually shies away from intimacy. So early on in your relationship (let’s say, the first two or three months), you get nothing but fumbled, sweaty palmed hand holding and some rare chaste kisses to the cheek when you’re in private with the prince. But then, as the two of you grow more familiar and closer to one another, you notice that Noctis has a strange fixation with your wrists. He’s always gently rubbing at the insides of your wrists with the pad of his thumb, and it seems like it’s just become a mindless habit- you don’t really pay it much heed. But then, a few months later, around the time the two of you finally ramped up enough courage to make-out a little, you realised that Noctis was a little too pre-occupied with your wrists. He’d bring them to his lips and press gentle kisses against the soft skin there, and would gaze into your eyes with midnight blue orbs as he did so. Every time he did that, you’d shiver with a strange feeling that made you feel like you were the only woman in the world. As Noctis grew bolder, he would begin to nip and lick at your wrists in a playful manner, grinning up at you cheekily. Unable to deny him his tiny indulgence, you allowed Noctis to be his dorky self and express his love for you through his infatuation with your wrists.


Prompto: Prompto has always had a bit of an obsession with your thighs. Like, that’s all well and good- but he likes to tell EVERYONE about them. He likes how soft they feel under his head, and he likes the scent of your skin as well. Prompto prefers it when you’re not really wearing anything that covers your thighs before he rests his head on top of them. He likes to nuzzle the bare skin and press soft, lingering kisses on the tops of your thighs before tilting his head up abruptly and shooting you an angelic smile. At first, you thought it was really weird- especially when Prompto would try to pull your skirts up in public to gain access to your bare thighs to rest on- but then, as time passed by and you got used to his preference for your thighs, you merely let out a soft sigh and accepted his obsession. To be honest, you were quite flattered- your boyfriend must have really loved your soft, not at all muscular thighs. And so, whenever Prompto nuzzled into your sensitive skin on the tops of your thighs, you merely raked your fingers gently through his soft, blond locks and revelled in the way he shut his eyes in bliss and murmured words of absolute devotion up to you in a soft voice.


Gladio: This man is an overall handsy guy, so when he holds you in public, you know he’s going to eventually get carried away and grab you somewhere inappropriate. The little squeals you make when he grabs your ass in public seriously amuses him to no end. But when the two of you are alone, behind closed doors, Gladio’s touches become more curious… and paradoxically more innocent than usual. Gladio likes to cup your face in his large, warm hands and pepper kisses all over your face. He especially loves to kiss the tip of your nose, because you always screw up your face like you’re going to sneeze. He thinks you’re really cute when you do that. He also likes to press soft kisses against you collar bones and on the back of your neck and shoulders as he helps you undress after a long day at work. With the uncontrollable and rather lustful way he acts out in public with you, no one believes you when you tell them Gladio loves to just sit back in bed and cuddle you with one strong arm while he holds up the book he’s reading with the other hand. Gladio is somewhat strange in his approach to romance in that way, but you love him for it.


Ignis: This man is the exact OPPOSITE of Gladio. He absolutely refrains from any type of public display of affection with you. He very reluctantly holds your hand on special occasions, although smiles and light-hearted jokes are always plentiful. When your friends spot the two of you out on a date in public, they usually send you incredulous texts asking you whether you and Ignis are actually dating. These texts don’t really bother you though, because Ignis’ displays of affection come out in FULL FORCE behind closed doors. Ignis loves the way your bare skin feels against his own, so the moment the two of you step into your apartment, Ignis’ hands are already gently easing your day’s clothes off your body. It’s like a ritual, where the two of you undress until you are clad in only you underwear, before you both settle onto the couch and press close to one another. Ignis likes to idly stroke the tops of your covered breasts as you both sit and watch television before showering and getting ready for bed- you’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it! But it doesn’t feel like provocation of any sort- it feels comfortable and familiar. When the two of you are ready for bed, Ignis likes to press long, lingering kisses against your lips, wishing you goodnight in a breathless hushed tone before bringing you close to his chest and holding your ear against his beating heart, lulling you into a satisfying sleep- a smile permanently fixed on your lips.

13 reasons why (tape 3)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Mary, Sam, John, Cas(mentioned), Jody(mentioned), Claire(mentioned), Alex(mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, mention of death

Word count: 3830

Summary: Mary’s tape hits Dean harder than he expected and he starts to see the people he loves in a different light

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Here it was. Tape 3. Ready in the tape player, but Dean just couldn’t bring himself to listen to it… At least not yet.

There were more things that you left behind that he had thought. First of all there were these tapes and how he found out that you left Sam a note. He wasn’t sure when to start reading it, maybe even just looking at your handwriting would have been too heartbreaking for him to see. Even just holding that paper in his hand and knowing that you once held it in your hand was enough to almost make Dean cry. How could he possibly handle reading the letter? The tapes were killing him already, adding more to that would have been too much for him to take in.

He took the tape player with him. It was inside his duffel bag that he had packed ready for the hunt Sam had found them. “You ready to go?” Sam questioned from the passenger seat in the impala.

Dean had been daydreaming this entire time just thinking about the tapes. “Yeah.”

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Can we talk about how Noctis treats Prompto during fights ?

I haven’t seen any post about this yet (maybe I just missed it). Yesterday as I was doing one of the secret dungeons with high level daemons I couldn’t help but notice that Noctis does treat Prompto differently than Ignis and Gladio.

Gladio is basically never in danger (0 HP) for me because his HP are so high it is difficult for him to get his ass kicked. But the few times it happened, Noctis would just pat him on his back and have a “Thanks” from Gladio.

Ignis was down a few times. And - I have never noticed before - Noctis tends to scold him. When I’d make him help Specs, the brunette would say something like “You’re the one supposed to help me/lift me up !” or just sometimes say nothing.

But Prompto, when he is down (and damn this happens a lot because this boy is so low on HP!), always has Noctis to be worried for him or concerned. Noctis will ask him if he is okay, tell him that it’s fine and to not worry (when Prompto says he “screwed up again”) or would scold him “I told you to be careful!”.  

The both of them will even flirt with Prompto comparing himself to a princess being rescued by his prince ! 

And I also would like to mention the combos.Have you guys noticed how Noctis almost never fails to say Prompto’s name after a combo with him ? (btw I am playing with the japanese dubs, maybe it’s different for other versions). But Noctis will always end the combo saying something like “Well  done Prompto! Nice one Prompto! ” and the blondie will reply “Of course!” or just have a shy laugh. 


The more I play and the more I feel like Noctis is somehow very protective toward him, whereas Prompto is supposed to be the one protecting him (just like Gladio and Ignis).  And this is just so cute, showing how deep their bond is and how much Noctis care about him. I would also think that he knows his friend has self-confidence issues and that’s why he is encouraging him.

And I’m not saying he doesn’t care about Gladio and Ignis, don’t misunderstand me. They are so important to him and I’d have more things to say about these two amaazing men but I want to keep it short.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I love your blog and I love lance even if I hurt him so, but like I've always had this headcanon that lance is a momma's boy all the way. But he's mother is a hardcore religious woman and when her son comes out to her being bi or pan or even trans and ect, she is so confused and tells him it's a phase. So, lots of he's insecurities bloom from that conversation with his mother. But even in that case, his father is actually more supportive and open to it and maybe even a couple of 1/?

of his siblings are supportive of him. But the fact that his mother still tells him it’s a phase which hurts our poor boy. Or even, his family becomes divided. Half of them team with his mama and the other half with his papa and he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault that this rift in the family has been caused because of him and his “stupid and unimportant” feelings. He starts to hate himself more when his parents argue and his siblings look at him in either disgust or sympathy. He just 2/?

feels utterly terrible and it starts to fester into self loathing and self harm and it’s continues to get worse as he gets older and this quote on quote phase isn’t a “phase”. He is just torn up about himself and what he’s caused in his family and so, he’s like Imma apply to the garrison because I’d like to be a pilot anyways and maybe it’ll help the family out. So, he gets in and his family is happy and proud but there is still some distance with his mother and other family members. 3/?
father is still super supportive and lance talks to his papa about any and all crushes he has throughout his life since he discovered that he had feels around 6th grade? Idk but like at the garrison he’ll casually mention that one chick he flirted with and it’s like all his family is into it but when he talks about this hella handsome guy it’s only his father and a few siblings who stay on the call. Which makes lance feel so small and he’ll stop half way after noticing and be like “actually 4/?
he wasn’t that cute” then proceed to his classes and how he’s working hard to be a fighter pilot in hopes his mom will be back but she never returns, even when the call ends. Cue lance laying in bed crying. Then cue him blowing up one night saying he didn’t ask to be this way but he is this way and he is sorry. Screams that he misses his mom and siblings and he feels bad that he likes guys and girls and he is sorry for being indecisive and selfish for liking both genders. Screaming and then 5/?

even throwing away any makeup and/or face masks his older sister got him. Just exploding in the room and hoping, praying that hunk won’t enter at that moment. He just can’t handle not being loved by half his family anymore, did his mother not realize the impact she has on him??? He is grateful for his father, but he was always a momma’s boy at heart. Then he makes it to fighter pilot and after that break down on the call, he remembers half his family just stopped talking so, what’s the 5or6/?

7: what’s the point. He still stays in some touch with his papa at times, but doesn’t tell him that he is a fighter pilot because he is only there since Keith left. He was only there, not because he was good enough, but because they needed the spot filled. More self hate and anger towards Keith. Then he gets sucked into a space war he didn’t expect and is worried because what about his family?? What about them??? But then he realizes that only half… [continued on 8]

realizes that only half of them are probably worried, the rest are probably happy that he was gone. He was the shameful one anyways. And he is terrified to tell the rest of the team. Sure, pidge came out as female instead of being the male she pretended to be (I stand by they/them pronouns for pidge tho), but it’s different for him. He is so scared that it’ll ruin his only other family. He doesn’t want his space family to be torn up about it like his biological fam was. So, he 8/?

9: overcompensates by flirting with females all the time. Trying to oversell himself as straight in fear of destroying his space fam and them hating him and kicking him off the team. But then he slips up. He accidentally flirts with a male hottie alien or maybe even some gay shows for Keith. Klance or something, but he let’s it slip and the team sees and oh no he can’t have this. He screwed up and cue panic attacks and some self harm. So, now he unintentionally came out and everyone is going to…[continued on 10]

now he unintentionally came out and everyone is going to hate him. He is terrified and scared and basically either locks himself in his room and sneaks out or inside blue. Maybe trains at night because he needs to be useful to stay as the Blue paladin, right?? He needs to be good to stay because what if hunk is the only one okay with him liking all the genders? What if they find him disgusting? What if he has destroyed the only other people he considered family?? So, he over trains, doesn’t 10/?

11: stop training. He keeps going because he can’t be comic relief now. He has to be a bigger and better asset to the team. Now that they know, he has to find something more to keep him there. Blue didn’t pick him or care for how he feels, who he ends up loving, right?? That has to be right but what if the rest of the team doesn’t think so, what if they decide they don’t need him. So, he keeps training. He goes to team training and goes on missions but never talks to anyone unless it’s mission or training related. He doesn’t go to bonding or meeting unless absolutely necessary since when they look for him, they can never find him. He even begs the mice to keep his hiding spots secret. They obey his request but don’t approve. Only because they know he needs time. So, the days turn to weeks and eventually it’s a month. One night he goes hard and he is malnourished since only people contribute enough get to eat enough. He gets beat up badly, barely wheezing out to end the simulation. His vision is spotting and some cuts are reopened on his legs, arms, hips. His ribs could be broken, definitely bruised at the very least. When he wakes up, he falls into hunk from the cyropod and hunk scolds him in so much worry and even some tears because “ you could have died lance!!!” Lance listens and apologizes. Hunk is about to get the others… [continued in 12]

Hunk is about to get the others. Lance begs and pleads because he can’t face them. He doesn’t want it to happen all over again. He begs hunk to refrain from letting everyone know he’s out of the pod. Hunk is very very hesitant but agrees eventually. He gets lance food and helps him into his room as quickly and carefully and quietly as possible. And eventually the team finds out and bangs on Lance’s door to talk to him. When he does answer finally, they ask him why he even trained to the 12/??

13: the point of exhaustion and even possible death. He takes their words, sometimes wincing because he’s fucked up. He is useless after all and couldn’t even improve without screwing up and almost dying. Then he feels a hand on his knee, concerned looks staring at him and then reference the scars on his body. They ask why he said nothing, why he didn’t tell them he was hurting, what is hurting him, how long. And lance just shakes his head saying he just needed to better, he’s fine. He just needs to sleep, he will be fine. They don’t need to be concerned. But pidge is like what do you mean?! Are you crazy?! Hunk agrees calmly saying that they are here for him. Keith practically screams “Lance you aren’t okay. Don’t fucking say that. Don’t fucking lie to us!” And lance just breaks. He screams and yells and stands with balled fists. He screams at how they don’t even acknowledge him as anymore than comic relief or a dumb flirt. He screams on how he is sorry for being a screw up, how he fucks up, how he is terrible and he knows he doesn’t have a thing, he has nothing compared to them. He knows and he knows that he is terrible. Then he says that he is sorry for being selfish because he is bi/pan/ect… he apologizes for being the way he is and he is so sorry he let it slip. He keeps blaming himself and saying sorry, telling them he wishes to go back fix his mistake. He just keeps apologizing to them. Then coran is the first to say that him loving anyone wasn’t bad or a crime and they weren’t going to exile him or anything. But lance starts to blubber out that he knows how this ends, that every one will either hate him

 Everyone will either hate him or disapprove of him because he is bi/pan/trans or even genderfluid/ect… or the team will be divided like the rest of his family was. And he just cries now, saying that it was his fault then and now it is his fault again. He just fucked things up. He didn’t grow out of the phase his mama said he was going through. He starts to sob on how he is sorry for being like this. He ruined his biological family and now, “I’ve ruined this one too.” Then hunk scoops him into a hug because hunk didn’t know this, he assumed that his family was okay with this and had gotten busier lately which was why Lance’s calls with his family were less frequent than the last year. Then it becomes a group hug. Everyone is in shock because wow, they didn’t even know these were the thoughts lance had. That he had before he had come out accidentally in front of them. They didn’t know he felt worthless and scared and useless and like a 7th wheel and was petrified of how they’d react to his sexuality and/or gender (if wanted). How could they be so blind?? Shiro feels like a failed leader. He didn’t count or depend on lance enough. Shoot, he didn’t even take time to know him. Allura feels like she’s just neglected lance. Not even considering that he was flirting with her to be friendly and try to cover up who he was. She just runs her hands through his hair murmuring soft apologizes because she failed as the first in command, not properly looking out for her paladins. Hunk is so upset with himself and devastated that he didn’t notice earlier. He didn’t even realize that lance felt like this under the surface. He didn’t see the signs and when he did, he didn’t push it. What kind of best friend is he?? Pidge wants to call him stupid and an idiot for thinking no one cared, but they reflects back to the times they told him he was annoying and to leave because he was too dumb to understand. Pidge cries into his chest and refrains from cursing him out. They keep repeating that he is important and that he is the best big brother they  could ask for besides matt. Because pidge realizes lance was only trying to help her get to sleep or eat. Keith is shaking while in the group hug. But he just hold the piece of lance he has close and tells lance that he is so valid and that he matters. Keith tells him sorry for trying to fight so much when it was obvious that lance wasn’t into it. Keith just wants lance to be okay. Coran continues to say that he can love whoever he wants. Female, male, non-binary, ect… that lance is accepted and loved all the same as before. He just tells him that no matter what, he is loved and if he doesn’t feel it, then they’ll make sure to get better at showing. Lance just keeps crying as they hold him. He feels happy but is so scared still. It’s a slow process to get lance to be completely okay. He is happy that nobody really minds that his sexual preferences and/or gender identity. Even if his family family is torn on it, his space fam isn’t.

Bonus: when his biological family gets word from the garrison, it shatters them. His mama dies inside because her beautiful child is gone… forever. She didn’t love him enough and now he was gone. She becomes a mess because why did she shun him away at times?? For what? Whoever he was loving at the time? She should have accepted her baby as a lover to all instead of how she treated him, how parts of the family treated him. His papa is just a stone on the outside. He always knew that lance struggled with himself and knew that some of the students at the garrison would call him inappropriate slurs because his son was who he was. He just stays strong for his family, all his children and his wife despite how she had treated their baby. But when he is alone in the middle of the day, he breaks. He wishes for his son back. He misses him and wonders if his son knew that he could die during whatever testing was happening. Because he knew his son was hurt and had he pushed more, had he gone up to visit and reminded him more that he was perfect as himself, maybe his son wouldn’t have died. His papa just wonders if it were accident or if lance had done it purposely because lance didn’t want to live in this world. “Mijo, regardless, you were too good for this world anyways. At least you’ll see the stars up there.”


This was hella long, and made by @darkrosesforangels and I have nothing else too say, just that this is beautiful.

Stay After Class

V/Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2,010

Warnings: Sexual Content

A/N: I don’t know how this happened. It wasn’t even planned, it was impulse. BUT ANYWHOO I’ve been lazy when it comes to writing lately so please hold tight with this while I prepare new chapters of series’:)

This gif does not belong to me. Credit to the owner:)

Great. Another day to endure, sitting in front of Mr.Kim. You weren’t sure you could endure any longer. Like really, just looking him made you feel some type of way. His blonde hair always framed his face perfectly and when he styled it so that his eyebrows showed, there was nothing but heat. Everyone knew that he was attractive yes, but you barely said anything about it. Today was the day though. When you came in, you saw him at the board, wearing all black. Dammit, he must’ve done this on purpose. Your eyes trailed all over him, your thoughts filled with how good he looked. How sexy he looked.

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Comatose-Chapter 3

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.


Your three days were up. It was time to go back to the compound to face Bucky and Natasha, and you had dragged Logan along for moral support. He had grumbled and fought you on it, eventually relenting by saying he would start packing up the meager belongings you’d kept in your bedroom at the compound.

Stepping out of the elevator, your nerves make themselves known. You really do not want to be here, do not want to see him, or her. On the verge of panic, hyperventilating wildly, Logan grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, and muttering, “Almost done, sweetheart. You can do this.” Gathering your remaining strength, coating it in a layer of bravado, you make your way to the meeting room where the Avengers have settled to discuss your transfer.

“Morning,” you mumble as you enter, avoiding the pained gaze of Bucky.

“Well, hey there stranger,” Tony quips. “You ready?” You had spoken to Tony as soon as Logan had informed you that he had received the call from Charles. He wasn’t happy with your decision, but he respected it nonetheless.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply.

“Alright! Let’s get this started,” he says as he claps his hands together, the sudden noise pulling a flinch out of you. “(y/n) is being transferred out to an undisclosed location, to help head up an all Mutant team.” You screw your eyes shut as a slew of protests erupt around the room. You can’t bear to look at any of them; to see the hurt on their faces.

“(Y/N) what the hell?” comes Steve voice. “You disappear for three days and then come back to tell us your leaving?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.

“Steve,” you sigh. “I can’t be here anymore. I can’t offer you a better explanation than that.” As your gaze catches Bucky’s, he’s looking at you like he’s going to break apart any second. His entire being screams defeat, and you can’t help but feel guilty. Casting your gaze down, you mumble, “I’m sorry, I made a promise to you all, but I need to do this for me. If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Lurching to your feet, you rush to leave, reaching the door in record time. Flinging it open, you race out, frantically searching for Logan.

Spotting him lounging on a chair, your bags packed at his feet, you walk quickly toward him. “We need to go. Right now,” you hiss when you hear footsteps behind you. Grabbing Logan by the hand, you try desperately to move his adamantium filled behind out of the chair and toward the elevator.

“I see you moved on fairly quickly, (y/n),” comes Bucky’s angry declaration causing you to freeze mid step; frustration and hurt welling inside you.

“At least I waited until we broke up, Barnes!” you retort scathingly.

“This him?” Logan asks, eerily calm. You don’t reply as you whirl around to face Bucky, stopping dead at the sight of Natasha next to him.

“Listen, Bub, you need to back the fuck off. Haven’t ya done enough harm?” Logan snarls, advancing menacingly on Bucky.

“This is not your fight, Logan!” you yell, grabbing for his hand, trying to keep them apart which sets Bucky off. He pulls back his metal fist and lands a hard punch to Logan’s jaw; the resounding clang of metal on metal leaves your ears ringing, and you wait for the shit storm that’s about to be unleashed. “Logan,” you plead as he unsheathes his claws.

Taking his classic fight stance, claws singing when he runs them together, Logan eyes Bucky up and down. “Alrigh’ Bub. Ya asked for it!”

Logan runs at Bucky while you try and yank him back by the edge of his shirt. It tears, sending you falling onto your ass as the force propels you backward. Bucky is holding his own, landing heavy blows to Logan’s body, who slashes a long gash into Bucky’s thigh.

“Stop!” Natasha screams, making a beeline for Logan.

You scramble upright, flinging out a blast of power that sends her into the wall. Focusing on the fighting men, you separate them forcefully with your mind. “ENOUGH!” you scream, voice amplified by your power. “Stop acting like children! Wait for me outside, Logan.” He growls like an angry animal, refusing to move toward the exit. “Logan, please!” you beg, and he finally relents, spitting at Bucky’s feet as he makes his retreat. What cuts and bruises he’d sustained were already healing, unlike Bucky whose blood was dripping onto the floor.

“What the hell was that!” Natasha yells at you. “Your friend nearly killed him!”

You can only stare at her in shock. “You, Natasha, have no right to speak to me. No right to look at me. Get the fuck out of my face before I ruin yours!” you snarl at her. She visibly pales at the threat, and Bucky appears to come to her rescue.

Except he hasn’t, his intentions made clear with his next words. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs, limping toward you, causing Natasha to gasp in surprise.  

“W-what?” Natasha whispers.

“Please baby, don’t leave. We can work this out,” he reiterates, ignoring Natasha, coming to a halt before you. “I can make this right, (Y/N),” he murmurs as he pulls you to his chest; his grip on you is nearly bone crushing. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”

Natasha’s sharp intake of breath is filled with pain, and you feel slightly vindictive. She hadn’t been expecting this, and you debate for a second if you really need to go; if you couldn’t forgive him and move past this.

No, you think. There was no real guarantee he wouldn’t do it again. He had hurt you, he had shattered your sense of self worth with one action, and he had made you lose control of yourself. No. No matter how badly you wanted to stay with him, you needed time for reflection away from all of them.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say as you push away from him. “But I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you. Not after what you did.” A stray tear pushes itself past your defenses and falls down your cheek. “I love you, but I won’t let you break me,” you say as you walk away, hands shaking and pain threatening to overwhelm you.

With every agonizing step you take away from him, you repeat to yourself, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

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