12. “You came back into my life for a reason.” 17. “We were in love once that just doesn’t go away!”
He had his hand in the back pocket of her jeans as they walked, she was pretty.. for all intensive purposes. And maybe y/n would’ve been a bit jealous if her twin didn’t always tell her their beauty could bring any man to their knees.
Even though they were twins, y/n was three minutes after, and Katherine always taught her every single thing there was to know about life, about men, and about how to solve problems. But her sister, being burnt somewhere in a tunnel in mystic falls, couldn’t help with this one.
Pushing off the building, she followed them to the little bar they entered, y/n shocked she was even of age to drink. With how she looked all about twelve. And as for him, in his new body, she could hardly say she was shocked. He did love youth and all it had to offer, but she knew he wasn’t as happy in that body as he was his old one. Kol was a man of vanity. And even if he was in the body of a quarter back looking man, he probably thought it was nothing like the good looks of his original body.
She sat far enough back where she could see them but they couldn’t see her. They had met back when Katherine was the key to everything, breaking Klaus’s curse, when Elijah acted as the noble one, while Y/n had fallen into falling in love with the youngest Mikaelson boy. Klaus claimed digging her nails into him, but funnily enough it was him for the reason they broke up. Y/n was just like her sister, stringing two boys along with or without them knowing.
She liked Kol sure, liked him a bit more than she liked Klaus. But she wasn’t about to give up the chance to tease and leave Klaus utterly humiliated for chasing after her sister like some dog. She was sure to leave Elijah daggered to a wall for that one as well, all while leaving the poor little Mikaelson broken hearted while she ran with her sister.
The only one Katherine never left behind. But she didn’t have to, y/n ran with her not behind her.
God she missed her
“Would you like something to drink miss?” Y/n looked up at the waiter with a smile “actually can you just give that… boy over there a message for me?” He looked quizzical but nodded, grabbing the folded napkin from her and walked toward the youngest Mikaelson.
She smiled as the waiter pointed over to her, smiling and waving as Davina looked over at her, a glare sparking up. Blowing a kiss to Kol as he turned, eyes wide before she took off.
Back at her hotel she knew Klaus and his dogs were trying to smell her out. Could feel it in her bones. It was only a matter of time.
If there was anything she learned from her sister it was to not answer the door when being followed. Don’t go out on balconies. Stay put. They couldn’t get in her room without permission. And she had made sure the owner was in safe keeping. Gagged and tied in her bathtub.
The thing was she did love Kol more than Klaus. Klaus was just a distraction, she was trying to be too much like her sister. Finding a fierce lover who was much too rough. She just used him to get back at him for putting her sister through hell. She preferred Kol. When they spent nights together he was warm and caring and attentive.
Whereas with Klaus it was caring but it was also a rush and plenty of bruises the next day, nights filled with the glowing of his hybrid eyes and bites scattered along their bodies. Don’t get her wrong it was consensual, every part of it. But she wasn’t like her sister. She wanted someone stable, someone to love and love her.
Her phone beeped and she smiled “hello?” “Where are you?” She laughed “wow, so you’re actually dealing with me? I would’ve pegged you for letting Nik throw me somewhere in a dungeon and locking me away.” Crossing her legs she bit her finger as she listened to him breathing hard “yeah well reckon you’d like that wouldn’t you.” “Awh.”
Pouting her lips she smiled “you know you were my favourite, don’t pout we both know Nik was a means to an end, nothing more than getting back at him for what he did to my sister. You were the one I loved.” She smiled as he cleared his throat and said “meet me at Rousseau’s in an hour.” She scoffed “why so I can be bombarded by your brothers? Thanks I’ll pass. Meet me at my hotel room or no dice.” Sighing he gave in and she smiled telling him her room number before hanging up.
She had just finished polishing her lips with a red lippie when the door knocked, swinging it open she smiled “hello darling..” she snickered at his used sentiment before he barged in “no time for games, what’re you doing here y/n?” She shut the door and turned with a smile “you’re always one for games aren’t you?” He looked reserved, standing by the window, looking at her with guarded shutters over his eyes. She sighed as he said “no games, you came back into my life for a reason, you’re not your sister y/n you don’t have to put on this show.” She sighed throwing her hands down “fine. I came back for you. To see you, isn’t that what we both wanted?” She walked closer to him, carefully putting a hand on his chest, smiling as he allowed her that much “after Katherine told me Elena and Jeremy killed you, she didn’t want me anywhere in Mystic Falls, I just wanted to see you again.”
He nodded, eyes looking over her as she whispered “I meant it, when I told you all those years ago what.. why I slept with him. It was just what he did to Katherine, it had nothing to do with you and I. I mean it now, please, believe me. I would never cheat on you, I love you.” He looked over her face before dropping her hand walking away from her, she locked her lips, tears swelling.
“Y/n I… I don’t know, why should I believe you? With everything that happened with us. I loved you, I cared about you and I thought the nights we spent together meant something-” “they did! They do!” She pleaded with him to stay and he frowned “so you slept with him because my brothers went after your sister.” She nodded “yes I’ve told you a million times, I was NEVER in love with him, I never cared about him like I love you.” His hand swiped against hers and she smiled, faultering when he whispered “that makes you just like her, cold, callous, you didn’t care about anyone but yourself.” He made to stand up, opening the door when she yelled “I cared about my family! My sister! The only person I had left in my life! You’ve never done anything like that for your family?” Her voice broke at the end and he closed his eyes, “but if you leave you’re denying what we had, you’re denying how you STILL feel about me! I saw you with her at the bar, you don’t hate me you would’ve sent me a nasty look if you did. We were in love once that just doesn’t go away! You would’ve yelled at me now!”
She cut off with a shriek as the door slammed and he walked toward her, cupping her face and ducking down, crashing his lips to hers, his thumb tipping her chin up, other hand running down her side carefully, almost as if he were afraid he would get burned again. She took his hand sliding it to her hip, him squeezing it gently.
His lips left hers as he whispered “I never hated you.. blimey, could never hate you love. Loved you too much.” She laughed against his lips, “I’m glad. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, kissing her lips again “nuff of tha’” he pressed her lips against his quickly, his lips drifting across her cheek, leaving quick pecks against her cheek that made her giggle.
his lips curving in a smile against her cheek before he pulled at her jacket, letting it fall and moving her hair to the side, mouth grazing her jaw, while she smiled.
His scruff tickled against her skin, his lips leaving bold open mouthed kisses against her neck, sucking what would be a hickey against her neck, but he smiled as he watched it heal.
As he continued his abuse on her neck she laughed as his whisper “you smell so good.” Her nodding, eyes blissfully closed as his teeth scraped along her neck, nipping at her jaw before he pulled at the buttons on her blouse and her hands gripped his back. “S’ all part of my plan.” His smile trailed down her chest, across her cleavage “yeah? Seduce me into your room?” She smiled as his hands found the clasp on her bra and she nodded “mmmmmhmmm just like that you’re mine.” She whined as he rid her of her bra, his eyes darting up “wha’s it?” She plucked at his button down “you’re not nearly enough nude as I am.” He smiled helping as she picked at each button before kissing across his chest, biting softly against his shoulder, smiling as his lips pressed to her collarbone, hands scratching against her back. “Lemme look at you.” Pulling away she smiled as he cupped her cheek, thumb swiping against her lips, eyes dilating as she took his thumb in her mouth, letting go with a pop and a laugh as he threw her in bed, a fight to get each other naked first. She shoved his jeans and boxers down with her feet as he plucked he button of her jeans off, pressing a kiss against her hip and tearing at her underwear with it and smiling at her shriek as he bit her hip.
She knew it was quick and fast sleeping together, they’d only known the other was alive for a mere day. But loves intense and spiraling and with his lips on her sternum and her legs wrapped around his body she didn’t give a damn. Her eyes were closed as his mouth pressed into her shoulder, trailing kiss after kiss as he made love to her, it was everything she remembered as well as everything she didn’t know about or felt.
Hours passed and they had dozed in and out of sleep, him with her lips against his neck, her with him wrapping his arms around her from behind. And even with her propped up, watching as he snored peacefully. He was really quite beautiful, even in this body. She smiled, tracing his nose with her index finger, pressing light kisses against his cheek, smiling as he groaned dramatically “woman! Can’t let me sleep!” “Think we’ve been away from each other long enough! Shouldn’t you be worshipping me and I kissing all over your body?” She slapped his arm as he smirked waggling his brows “think we’ve already done tha’” wincing with a smile as she slapped, “m'serious..” she got closer to his face until they were nose to nose, shrieking as he pressed his lips to hers. “Babe..” he raised his brows “do you… do you miss being in your body?” He sighed, rubbing his thumb along her cheek “I do.. but I can still be with you right? And my family.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest and teased “plus the good looks don’t hurt.” He smiled, cheeks blushing “you like this body yeah? Does things for you?” She laughed “but your old body did much more my love.” He smiled, “I love you.” She nodded nuzzling against his cheek, pressing half hazard kisses “I love you too. Thank you for forgiving me.”
we all carry these things inside of us, that no one else can see. they weigh us down like anchors. they drown us out at sea Warnings: mention of scars. A/N: i promise things will start getting better soon with this haha. title & summary from BMTH’s Chelsea Smile.
Returning home after my first day of college, all I want is to shower, change into my pyjama’s, and get straight into bed. As soon as I open the door and Drake’s raps hit me I know it probably won’t be happening.
My three room-mates are in various states of undress; Betty is wearing a flowing, floral blouse and a black a-line skirt, frowning as she smooths down the clingy fabric. Veronica is dancing around the living room, clad only in a pair of sheer black tights and a lacy bra, hair pinned up and half-curled. Cheryl’s head pops out from around her bedroom door when she hears me coming in. Her eyes are dusted with dark browns, lips coated in her signature Maple Red lippie, and she squeals in excitement as I walk down the hall.
‘Storm! You’re here!’
Dropping my backpack with a thunk, I lean against the doorframe of her room. Glancing in, I see a red dress laid out on her bedspread, a pair of silver heels waiting by the floor-length mirror, and a faux-fur shrug draped beside the dress. ‘We are all going to our first college party!’ She informs me gleefully.
Cheryl hits me with that Blossom stare - fierce and unrelenting. I feel my resistance falling away as Betty sidles up behind me. 'Guys?’ Her voice is uncertain. 'I don’t think I have anything nice to wear.’
Cheryl’s eyes nearly pop out in horror; before she has the chance to make a cutting remark, I take the blonde by the wrist and pull her further down the hall. 'You can borrow something of mine.’
Relief washes over her face. 'Really? Are you sure?’ Smiling, I enter my own room, opening the wardrobe and scanning the scant contents. Most of my stuff is still in boxes, some half-open and items scattered all across the floor. I run my hand over the clothes rail, selecting a pale pink skater dress and holding it out to Betty. She holds it up against herself. 'It’s a bit… short?’
I shrug. 'If you’ve got it, flaunt it, Bets.’ She laughs at that, and retreats to her own room to change. Resisting the urge to rest for even a moment, I resign myself to finding something decent to wear. Nothing in the wardrobe stands out, so I root through a few of the boxes marked 'clothes’ until I come up with something casual but cute.
Betty reappears at the door, tugging at the hem. She’s trying to hide a smile, as she looks to me for an opinion. 'Gorgeous, girl,’ I tell her honestly, watching the blush spread across her face. 'You think?’
'I know,’ I correct her, grabbing my makeup bag and straighteners. 'Go see what the others say,’ I encourage, and she slips out again. I hear Veronica wolf-whistling, and grin. Betty has probably turned completely crimson - even after a mere day of knowing her, her crush on the sassy brunette is no secret to anyone, except to said sassy brunette.
Closing over my own door, I shrug out of my first day of college outfit - black leggings and an oversized maroon hoodie, black canvas runners, then pull my hair out of the messy top-knot I had it in. Before even attempting to wrangle my hair into a respectable 'do, I step into a pair of distressed shorts, pairing it with a light grey tee shirt with an alien printed on the right side. I hesitate - though the scars on my arm are pretty faded, they’re still just about visible. I’m not ashamed of them, but people tend to make assumptions about their origins - but, hey. Screw it. Let people think what they want to, right?
I debate between dressing up the casual outfit with a pair of heels or sticking to comfort with sneakers, then leave the decision to before we go.
Blonde strands with knots the size of fully-grown cats in are not fun to deal with- I yank out more hair than I brush every time the bristles pass through the thick waves. I’ve been growing it for about two years now - not that it was particularly short, but I haven’t had in cut in a long time - and it just about grazes the small of my back. I call out to Ronnie, asking her to braid it.
Waiting for her to come in, I start putting my face on. Swiping foundation on, then attempting to contour. Emphasis on attempt. When everything looks blended, I check myself out on the dresser mirror - I can’t see a difference, really. Moving on, I shade my eyes silver and black, blending and blending and blending until I’m satisfied with how it looks. My greatest enemy comes next - liquid eyeliner. It takes about ten minutes to get it evenly applied, little wings stretching out from the corner of my eyes. When that nerve-wracking exercise is finished, I put on a few coats of mascara and apply a nude lip, standing back to appraise myself.
Ronnie taps on the door - 'are you decent?’ I smirk at the mirror. 'Depends on your definition of decent.’ I tease back. She steps inside, twirling for me, showing off her little black dress. The top is tightly fitted while the bottom flares out; showing off her long, smooth legs. She winks at me and then climbs onto my bed, careful of the skirt of her dress, sitting cross-legged, patting the space in front of her. I toss the hairbrush to her and grab a handful of ties, leaving them in a pile by her knee. I sit at the edge of the bed, relaxing momentarily as her fingers run through my hair. It’s comforting; usually, physical contact makes me flinch, but this is nice. She hums along to Clean Bandit, playing from the living room, twisting my hair around itself with nimble movements.
'So, where are we actually going tonight?’
'Our friends have a house share a few blocks over - guys we knew in high school. They’re having their own freshers party.’ She pauses, looping some more hair over and under. 'You’ll like them,’ she tells me reassuringly.
I say nothing. She finishes the braid and pins it around my head in a crown - clapping her hands excitedly as she surveys her work. 'Beautiful!’
I look in the mirror again; a stranger’s reflection staring back at me. My skin is still tanned from travelling, my hair lighter from all the sun. With the make-up, I even look a little older, and Veronica’s braid sets the whole ensemble off perfectly. I thank her quietly, and stand up to toe on a fresh pair of pristine white Vans. I’d meant to wear them today, but changed my mind last second, choosing an old battered pair of black sneakers that were a little bit comforting - old and familiar. Tonight, though, it is out with the old and in with the new. No more hanging on to fragments of the past - except for maybe one. Finding my jewellery box, I dig out a long silver chain. The charm on it is simple, a half-tied knot, a symbol and a promise. Swallowing hard, I manage to tie it around my neck, surprised to find myself smiling as I look down at it. Maybe I don’t have to let go of everything.
“Hey beautiful, Yeah you! It’s #selfcaresunday so that means a brand new video🙌 (Link to watch in my bio ⬆️) This week I talk about complimenting. Something many of us struggle to accept, receive or give. Let me know when you’ve watched the video and tell me your thoughts below in the commments👇 Happy Sunday my loves😘💕 . Wearing @aerie top and #aerieReal shorts 💄Red lippie is #nyxsoftmattelipcream #everyBODYisbeautiful” (x)
Summary: Bucky tries to spare his girlfriend’s feelings as he prepares to leave for the war. Set in the 40’s.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,039
Warnings: Pain. I’m really sorry.
(Y/N) = your name; (Y/L/N) = your last name
I don’t think I will ever apologize enough for the pain I’ll cause. The text in italics represents flashbacks. I might make a part 2 from
Bucky’s POV, but idk, let me know if you’d like that please. Feedback is always appreciated <3