Note: hi sweetie! i’m sorry this took a while! i hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s long. i love all feedback! feel free to leave a comment! ♥ .c
Request: Hiii :) I really enjoy your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a Bucky imagine where he doesn’t notice her and treats her badly, despite the fact that she does so much for him and he takes her for granted and he only realizes how much he needs her when she gets terribly hurt. Thank you so much 💖
It all started when the super soldier moved into the tower. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him better, though you’ve heard a lot from people in the city streets and the News. But you knew he was more than a Hydra experiment, a brainwashed man who had no choice in the matter, he needed help and you wanted to make his life all the more better.
You were always extremely nice and it took a lot for someone to bring your spirits down, you wanted to help everyone be happy and be okay. Though you knew people needed time and space, they would always come to you for a shoulder to cry on.
Which is why you ended up being there for Bucky; you knew he needed that. You always welcomed him in the mornings with breakfast and a small note containing an uplifting quote. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just give you a tight lipped smile and shut his door in your face. You would shrug it off and tell yourself he wasn’t a morning person.
You were in the kitchen, bright and early, getting Bucky’s breakfast ready. It was nearing 8am and he usually gets up at this time, so you were hoping to get everything done on time. You decided to go with bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. You heard footsteps approaching as you were flipping over the fried eggs, having finished with the grits and bacon already.
You turned with a smile to see Steve and Sam groggily walking in, their pajamas wrinkled and their hair all crazy. “You still make Barnes breakfast?” Sam asked through a rather long yawn. You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, of course!” You said with a chipper attitude. Steve shoved his muscular body onto a stool at the kitchen island, resting his head on his hand.
You turned back to the food and finally got everything ready on a plate and a tray. “Y/N, you’ve done this for like 5 months.” Steve commented as you started to write down an uplifting quote. You shrugged and set the corner of the note under his cup of black coffee. “So?” You asked with a small smile. Steve sighed and shook his head.
Without another word, you slipped off your apron and headed to the elevator, humming as you made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked down the hallway and suddenly Bucky’s door opened, his body leaning against the door frame. You smiled and wiggled your finger at Bucky as he met your eyes. “Hey, Bucky! How’d you sleep?” You asked, walking over to him.
Bucky looked at the tray and nodded. “Fine. This all?” Bucky asked, pointing at the tray. It was a good bit of food you thought. “Oh, did-did you need more?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. Bucky’s eyes lingered on your face before he took the tray from you. “No, this is fine. See ya!” Bucky said before walking back into his room, leaving his door slightly cracked.
You bit your lip as you tapped your fingers against your thighs, slightly peeking into his room. He sat down at his desk and picked up the note you left. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway.” Bucky mumbled. You smiled but it slightly faltered as you watched him scoff and crumble the note, throwing it away.
You sighed and walked away with a shrug, leaving Bucky to enjoy his meal.
You were in the laundry room now, having picked up Bucky’s basket of clean clothes. You picked up on doing his laundry after helping him clean up after a mission. He didn’t seem to mind, so you continued doing it. You tossed his clothes in the basket so you could fold them in his room.
With a smile, you skipped out of the room and bumped into the man himself. “Oof!” You huffed, stumbling back, thankfully having a good grip on the basket. Bucky caught your arm before you could fall and you giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t see you coming.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the basket. “It’s all good. These done?” Bucky asked with a dull tone.
You nodded energetically. “Yep! I can fold them if you want.” You offered with a smile. Bucky shook his head. “I got it this time.” Bucky said as he took the basket from your hands. He turned and left, stalking off down the hallway. You watched after him, seeing his tense back muscles. Following after him, you rounded the corner just fast enough to run into the elevator.
Bucky moved a little away from you as if to give you more space. You smiled up at him. “I couldn’t help but notice you look a little tense.” You said softly, stepping towards Bucky. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “And?” He snapped, taking you aback. “Oh, um, well, I was just going to offer a back massage.” You said a little softer now.
And that’s how you ended up sitting butt on butt on top of Bucky, your hands digging into his back muscles. Groan after groan fell from his lips and you smiled. “Feeling better?” You asked, circling your thumbs into a tight knot just below his shoulder blade. Bucky made a grunting noise in response.
You continued for a few more minutes and rubbed in some soothing essential oils into his skin before climbing off of him. He sat up and stretched. “That was amazing, wow.” Bucky said, a small smile spreading on his lips. You capped your oils and smiled. “I’ll see you around.” Bucky said as he slipped his shirt back on.
You watched him leave his bedroom and you stood there awkwardly. Bucky never thanked you for things like this and it was starting to get to you. You do this to make him feel better and it clearly does that for him, but he never shows gratitude. Bucky just leaves and comes back for this special treatment.
A sigh fell from your lips and small hint of sadness started to hit you. You shook it off with a smile and left Bucky’s room to do some other things on your to-do list.
A few days had passed and you still do the same things for Bucky. You recently started to comfort him during the night when he has nightmares. It was hard to see him writhing around, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his life. You couldn’t help but…help him.
You rushed into Bucky’s room and saw his large body squirming around, broken screams and strangled cries coming from his mouth. It broke your heart to see him like this. You knelt on his bed and rested your hand on his shoulder. His skin was burning and sweaty as he thrashed around. “Bucky, it’s okay. Please, wake up!” You said softly, brushing his hair off of his sticky forehead.
It took a little coaxing but he shot up, almost knocking his head against yours. Bucky breathed heavily, his eyes searching for the danger he thought he was in. After seeing he was safe, he looked at you. Before you could ask if he was alright, he pulled you into his body. “Shh, you’re okay.” You whispered as he cried into your shoulder.
Bucky held onto you and you rubbed his head, your arms wrapped around him. “I promise you’re safe, Bucky.” You whispered soothingly. He hesitantly nodded and sighed into you. His arms held you closer as he continued to calm down. “That’s it.” You softly praised Bucky, his hands releasing their tight hold on your shirt.
You held him close and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently stroking his hair. Bucky clung to you, his breathing coming to a smooth rhythm. “Please, stay.” You barely heard Bucky mumble, his face nuzzled into your chest. “I will.” You whispered back, holding him tightly as you both fell asleep.
Bucky woke up with you draped across his chest, your breathing steady and soft, the little air coming from your nose tickling his skin. His heart fluttered as he stared at your face, peacefulness resting on your features. Bucky reached his hand to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw. The twitch of your lips made him feel something he’s never felt before. And boy did it scare him.
Bucky suddenly pulled out of your hold and stood out of his bed quickly, startling you out of your sleep. You groaned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in Bucky’s bed. “Bucky?” You asked, yawning into your hand. “Get out.” Bucky rasped, slipping on a clean shirt. His previous shirt was discarded on his floor from his body sweating him out.
You looked at him, concern all over your face. “What?” You questioned, moving his blankets off of you. Bucky was breathing heavily and he turned to you. “Why do you help me? Why do you do things for me?” Bucky asked, raking his hand through his hair. You smiled a little. “I just want you to-” “-to be happy? To get better?” Bucky finished your sentence. He scoffed and shook his head.
You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky slowly. You reached out to hold his arm but he jerked it away, his eyes looking into yours. “Y/N, stop! Just go! I don’t need you!” Bucky yelled at your face, causing you to flinch. The wave of sadness hit you again, twice as much this time. You frowned and retracted your outreached hand, your fingers trembling.
Bucky turned his back to you and you backed away from him, leaving his room. What was wrong with him? What did you do? You thought helping him and showing kindness towards him would get him to open up to you. You didn’t know it was making things worse. He never thanked you for anything and you let it go, excusing his ungratefulness as just having a wall built up.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and went your room, locking yourself in there to get ready for the day. You sat on your balcony a little while later and looked out at the cloudy sky. The city below was busy as ever and you usually felt happy watching the people far below, but now, you didn’t feel it.
Your lip quivered the longer you thought about this morning. You just wanted to help him and make him look forward to something nice in the mornings and during the day. The quotes were to help him realize he’s not as weak and broken as he thinks.
A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed, walking into your bedroom. You opened your door and saw Steve standing there in his suit. “Hey-wait, what’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, seeing your watery eyes. You’ve never cried in front of the team, and you never did at all, really. It took a lot for you to get like this and Bucky did it so easily.
Steve stuck his shield to his back and held your shoulders. “Y/N, talk to me.” Steve pleaded, his blue eyes searching yours. You took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Bucky, he-he just got angry this morning. I-I heard him having a nightmare last night so I did what I do best and helped him. He shot out of bed and yelled for me to get out.” You explained, holding in the sob that wanted to desperately escape.
You sniffled and Steve bent to give you a tight hug. “You’ve done so much for him, Y/N. He still needs time.“ Steve said quietly. You nodded, your arms around his neck. “He’s never shown any gratitude. I figured he just needed that shell to break.” You said, your voice shaking. Steve sighed and pulled away from you. “I’ll talk to him.” Steve said as his frown deepened.
You shook your head quickly, “No, don’t worry about it.” You sniffled again. “Is there a mission?” You asked as your eyes fell to his suit again. Steve slapped his hand against his forehead. “Shoot! Yeah, I need you for guard duty. Nat is coming along to gather information.” Steve explained as you listened closely.
After suiting up and pushing your thoughts about Bucky aside, you walked out of your room and gathered around the team in the common room.
“This should be really easy, you know what to do.” Tony said, speaking to Steve. The others wished you good luck, all except Bucky. He was off to the side, arms crossed and brows creased. He looked troubled, almost like he wanted to say something. You glanced over at him and his eyes met yours, only to flicker away.
You sighed and Nat walked over to you, linking her arm with yours. “Steve told me what happened. I need you to focus, okay?” Nat whispered, her eyes soft. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know.” You said softly.
Steve finished talking with Tony and you all set out on the mission. It took about 4 hours to get there and you had to walk down a wooded trail to get to the base. You were crouched down with Steve and Nat, guns aimed with silencers. “Ready.” Steve said, cocking his gun. You all had to take out the guards out front, so you readied your gun and aimed for any guard you laid eyes on.
You took them down in record time and slowly made your way to the base. Steve kicked in the door and you shot down a guard inside, watching his body instantly fall to the ground. “Okay, Nat you know what to do. I’m right beside you.“ Steve said, leaving you outside to keep watch.
You looked around, keeping your eyes focused and your gun ready. You could hear Steve and Natasha fighting throughout the base in your comm, grunts and hits coming from them. Still looking around the area, you noticed a small movement in the woods in front of you. Your heart jumped in your chest as you slowly held your gun up, scanning the area.
Steve grunted into your comm and you heard Nat yelling curse words. “Y/N! We need you in here!” Steve yelled, his shielding ricocheting off a wall, hitting a guard. Before you replied, you quickly scanned the area once more, hoping it was just an animal you saw rustling in the woods. “I’m coming.” You responded, retreating backwards and turning into the building.
As you walked down the hallways that was covered with dead bodies, you listened for your teammates. “Where are you guys?” You asked, stopping as you approached another hallway. “Take the stairs,we’re on the second floor,” Steve grunted loudly, “There’s a lot more guards than we thought!” Steve called out, gunshots ringing through your comm.
You quickly ran to the door that held the staircase behind it and made your way up, hoping you got there in time. You could hear Steve and Natasha yelling, their weapons going off. “Guys, I’m almost there!” You yelled, keeping a tight grip on your gun. You finally reached the top of the stairs and rounded to the second floor.
You immediately started shooting at any enemy you laid your eyes on. Steve was going to hand to hand with a guard, his shield stuck in the concrete wall. You quickly glanced at Natasha after shooting two more guards down. She used her signature move on one guard and round house kicked another, knocking them both out cold.
A guard to your left aimed his gun at you and you were able to shoot him first, the bullet piercing through his chest. “Nice!” Steve yelled, a smile on his face. He twisted the guards neck and sighed out, pulling his shield from the wall. Natasha finished off the guards around her and you looked around, seeing all of the lifeless bodies.
You wiped your brow and took a deep breath. “Okay, now that that’s over, there should be a vault in the room.” Natasha said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the door, moving around the bodies.
Steve didn’t lie when he said there were a lot more than they thought. Nat kicked open the door, holding her gun up. “All clear.” She said into her comm. Steve joined her in the room, helping her open the safe.
Putting your gun in your holster, you crossed your arms, waiting for Steve and Nat to finish. A deep chuckle came from behind you, making your heart jump. You whipped around just in time to feel a bullet pierce through your abdomen. You gasped, looking down at the blood starting to pour out of you. “Y/N!” You heard Steve and Nat yell, Steve taking the guard down.
You fell to your knees and the two rushed over to you, Steve grasping hold of your body before you fell onto the floor. “Shit!” Nat yelled, holstering her gun.
You were breathing heavily, though every breath you took made your body ache and the pain worsen. “St-Steve.” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Applying pressure to your wound, Steve rushed you out of the room.
Steve was yelling at Nat to call Bruce, to tell him you need him as soon as you land. “Y/N, you have to stay awake!” Steve yelled, shaking you lightly enough to make your eyes peel open. You felt Nat’s hand putting more pressure on your wound and looked down, your bodysuit a dark color from the blood. The pain was unbearable, the last thing you heard was Nat and Steve calling your name.
The jet landed and Steve carried you out, meeting Bruce on the roof with a gurney. “She-Bruce, please.” Steve sobbed as he looked down at your pale face. You looked lifeless, just like the enemies you had taken out. “I’ll take care of her.” Bruce assured Steve, quickly rolling your body away.
Nat took a deep breath as they walked into the elevator after Bruce had wheeled you inside and took it down to the medic room. “She can’t die.” Steve’s body shook with another sob and Nat looked up at him, her own eyes threatening to spill with tears. “She won’t. Not Y/N.” Nat whispered, scared her voice would break her tough facade.
The two walked into the common room and met with the others. “Hey! You’re back!” Sam cheered but stopped when he looked at Steve and Nat’s faces. “What happened?” Tony asked, taking his glasses off. “Whose blood is that?” Clint asked, causing Steve and Nat to look at your blood on their hands. Wanda stepped forward. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked nervously. Bucky entered the room and noticed how quiet it was. “What, did someone die or something?” He asked jokingly.
Bucky looked at Steve, his smile dropping. Bucky took in everyone’s scared expressions. He looked around for you, but he knew something was wrong when he didn’t see your bright and beautiful smile greeting him like you always did.
“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Bucky asked, feeling his heart starting to beat fast. Steve shook his head and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Steve looked at his bloody hands again and his lip trembled. Bucky gasped, his eyes falling to Steve’s hands. “No. She’s-Steve, don’t do that to me.” Bucky said, shaking his head, his knees feeling weak.
Nat walked over to Bucky and looked at him sadly. “Bucky, she got shot. Bruce is taking care of her now.” Nat explained as best she could, her voice shaking. Bucky noticed the blood on her hands too as tears filled his eyes. “If this is-is some sort of sick joke.“ Bucky choked out, a lump forming in his throat.
Steve sniffled and shook his head. “Buck, it’s not.” Steve said, looking at Bucky as flashbacks played throughout his mind. “Stop! She can’t-FUCK!” Bucky yelled in the all too quiet room. Bucky rushed out, walking straight towards the elevator. All he could think about was you, the whole time you were gone, Bucky thought of how badly he had treated you.
He knew he took you for granted, he didn’t realize how much you did for him until you left his room after he made you leave. He never knew how much you actually meant to him. Bucky wanted to apologize and tell you how he felt when he woke up next to you and he hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
The elevator stopped and Bucky ran out, his feet carrying him down the hallway. He could hear a heart monitor going off and he ran up to the large window, seeing Bruce stitching you up. There was blood all over his gloves and a bit around your stitches. Bloody tissues filled the small trashcan beside Bruce’s feet and it made Bucky’s heart clench.
Your body was still and it scared Bucky. It scared him because he realized he did need you. You tried so hard to make Bucky feel something, feel happy, feel better, feel…loved. Bucky’s tears fell, his chest rising up and down heavily and fast as he watched Bruce finish up.
Bucky knew you’d be okay now, but he just couldn’t help but feel like the biggest piece of crap because of how he made you feel before you left. He realized his mistake and he desperately wanted to make it better.
Bruce turned to see Bucky looking through the glass window and waved him to come inside. Bucky took a deep breath after wiping his tears away. He took slow steps, afraid his presence alone would cause more damage. Bruce watched closely as Bucky walked toward your body. His eyes took in your current state and he felt even more guilty.
Bruce was writing down information on his clipboard and he sighed softly. “She should be awake soon. The medicine I gave her wears off in just enough time.” Bruce told Bucky, watching him grasp your hand gently. Bucky nodded slowly, his eyes on your closed ones. He reached up to your face, his finger caressing along your jawline like he did this morning.
Deciding to give you two a bit of privacy, Bruce quietly exited the room and left to notify the others on how you’re doing. Bucky took a shaky breath before speaking. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Bucky whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “I was so horrible to you.” He choked out.
He saw your eyelids flutter before slowly starting to open. His heart skipped in his chest and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me, please.” Bucky whispered. You squinted your eyes a tad at the bright lights and Bucky moved closer, blocking it for you.
You groaned and tried to sit up, not aware of the stitches in your abdomen. Bucky held you down gently. “Y/N, don’t move.” He spoke softly. You relaxed again and licked your dry lips. You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, not meaning to, though you didn’t apologize.
Bucky sighed and frowned at your sourness towards him. He was used to you being sweet, but he reckoned he ruined that for good. “I know you might hate me now, but I realized something after, you know..” Bucky trailed off, staring down at you. Your heart sank as you took in his watery and puffy eyes. He had been crying and it was probably because of you.
You watched Bucky’s lip tremble and you reached your hand up to hold his that was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry I never appreciated you.” Bucky said, his words holding more than he led on. You knew what he meant and you nodded gently. “I’m sorry if I was too much. I won’t do it anymore.” You whispered, letting your hand fall from Bucky’s.
Bucky nodded gently. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to do things for me anymore. But I do want you to keep trying with me. Y/N, I-I need you.” Bucky said, a sob wracking through his body. Your eyes lifted to Bucky’s and you furrowed your eyebrows. “You what?” You asked, not believing what Bucky just said.
Your heart started racing as Bucky bent down, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped before kissing him back, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head. Your heart monitor started beeping faster and Bucky pulled away, a smile on his face. “I said I need you. I was wrong before, so so wrong.” Bucky whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
A smile formed on your lips in return and you giggled. “I’ll always be here, Bucky.” You said, your hand resting on his cheek. Bucky sniffled and kissed your forehead. “I want to take care of you until you get better.” Bucky said, raising up so he could look at your bandage. You gently sighed and frowned. “But I-” Bucky shushed you. “Y/N, you’ve done so much for me.” Bucky said, holding onto your hand.
You nodded and smiled at Bucky, your happiness fluttering back into your chest.
Note: TBH I THINK THIS SUCKS BUT YET I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE .c
Imagine sharing a bed with Dean and changing while you think he’s sleeping but he’s really just watching you.
“Dean?” you whispered, looking at the hunter “Dean are you awake?” you asked again in a low voice. You didn’t want to wake him up, that’s why you wouldn’t shake him, but at the same time you needed to make sure he was fast asleep.
Why? Easy, you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself. It was enough to spend an entire night sharing a bed with the man you’d had feelings for so long let alone him catching you staring at him like some creep. You would defend you were only gazing but even that could not be justified considering you were only best friends. And what was even was worse was that Sam had not wanted to join you in this hunt, so that meant it was only you and Dean in one room and more specifically one bed.
You sighed, shaking your head. If you kept looking at him any longer you were bound to get caught sooner or later. It wasn’t as if you could help it anyway. Every feature of this man screamed beauty and with the way the light shone over his face, creating the needed shadows and highlights, it made your heart beat a little faster. But then again he always did. It was the mere fact that he’d call your name in his sleep that could make you melt right then and there, you didn’t need to keep looking at him any longer. Besides, knowing the man the way you did – having gotten to see every side of him from the most beautiful to the darkest ones – you had gotten to creat a kind of bond that could not be described. All of this only adding up to your love for him.
You let a small sigh and slowly and carefully untangled yourself from him. Or at least tried to, because damn he was a persistent one. You couldn’t help a fond smile at that, nor at the small whine he let when you pulled yourself away from him. He was truly adorable but as much as you wanted to stay snuggled with him, his legs tangled with yours and his arms wrapped around you securely you knew you had to get up. You wanted to surprise him with some breakfast since you had been able to finish the hunt just the previous night and it had really worn him out.
You moved to the side of the room after one last glance at the sleeping hunter and turned so that you could start getting ready for the day. You took off Dean’s shirt that he had so kindly lended you and soon followed his boxers. You’d want to keep them on for just a little longer, maybe you had began to enjoy the feeling of them on your skin a little more than you should but once more: who could blame you? It was Dean Winchester’s clothes, full with his scent and entire feeling of Winchester all over them.
You sighed, shaking your head as you folded the clothes back in place. You were so tempted for a moment to just take them but you knew you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the mood to explain him all the whys later. There were plenty for sure. You searched through your duffel bag trying to find the right clothes to wear for the day until you realized you were really uncomfortable with the bra you were wearing at the moment. You reached behind your back to unclasp it and took it off before starting to search for a good one.
And this was the exact reason why you needed him to be asleep.
You were only standing in your black panties as you were searching for a bra until you found two bralettes. You paused for a moment, biting your lip in thought. You flexed your muscles as you looked at the two of them, trying to decide which one you should wear. You weren’t really fast in making decisions in the first place.
“Which one?” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as you moved your hair our of the way. Gosh they too were a mess.
“How about none?” a low voice said behind you and you froze in your place. You wanted to turn but on one hand it wouldn’t be the most wise choice considering you were practically naked and on the other you knew exactly who it was. The only person that was in the room with you and you only thought he was asleep.
“D-Dean?” you whispered, eyes wide and face already burning hot.
“Yes sweetheart?” he asked in such an innocent and calm voice that it almost surprised you. You didn’t miss how it was more rough though.
“Aren’t you- aren’t you asleep?” you whispered but a gasp left your lips when you a hand on your back. His fingers were trailing up your spine, making shivers and goosebumps form. You were only met with silence as Dean didn’t respond to you. You wanted to turn and look at him, at least his expression but your face was bright red as it was so you weren’t really in the best of situations.
“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he whispered as you felt his palm explore your back, from lower up to your shoulder blades and then over your shoulders and down your arms, making you shiver under the skin contact.
“The way the light falls on you…” he added in a low and husky voice and you bit your lip when his other hand was placedon your thigh and he slowly dragged it up to your hip, giving a small squeeze, and up to your stomach. Slowly but painfully going higher, raising a hot trailer on its path. It made you feel as if your entire body was on fire.
“Gosh it only reminds me of all the little things I love in this body- That I love in you.” you felt his breath now a the back of your neck and you took in a sharp breath when you felt his full lips there. You closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep the moan from leaving.
“D” you whispered “How long have you- have you been standing there awake?”
“Long enough” he said softly, his lips brushing over your skin as he spoke “Long enough to realize how much of an idiot I am for letting you go, for letting this go.”
You shut your eyes, shaking your head “I’m nothing special. I’m not what- what you are used to seeing.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care what I am used to seeing.” he suddenly pressed his body flushed to yours, eliciting a gasp “I only care what I want to be seeing for the rest of my life.”
Your eyes snapped open as you held your breath. You swallowed when his hand that had stopped started moving upwards again- and you didn’t have the strength to stop him not as it moved up to your bare chest.
“And that is?” you whispered.
He suddenly stopped and although you expected him to be more fierce he gently took hold of your shoulders and made you turn. You couldn’t protest, even if you wanted to. Your face was burning and you didn’t dare look at him. He placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. You were pleasantly surprised to realize his eyes were only glued to yours because he obviously wanted to. The adoration that was written all over his face took your breath away.
“You” he breathed out “Your body yes. But also- Your eyes. Your smile. The love you have for me and I never thought I’d deserve. That is what I want to see for the rest of my life.” his response shocked you.
“Because it is this- because it is you that I want to wake up next to every morning.”
Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to “Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!” And Harry starts to laugh and say “We don’t have to worry about -” and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again.
Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and “Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!” and Harry retorts laughingly “well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!” And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks “You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?” And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged.
Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.
And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers.
Here you go! It’s slightly longer than usual! I tried my best to make it as sweet as possible without it being overly sappy for someone like Jughead :) Enjoy!
“Jughead,” you seeth, eyes ablaze, “Get the hell out of my sight,”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in what looks like to be disappointment, his eyes filled with hurt and anger, but turns around and leaves anyway. You deflate a little, the argument that just happened sapping the energy out of you and you collapse onto a nearby park bench. It started innocently enough but it somehow just grew out of proportion, and into one of the worse fights you’ve ever had before. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you stubbornly wipe them away, unwilling to let your emotions get the best of you as the words he said to you echoes in your head.
You were tired of it. Tired of feeling like you weren’t enough for him. For Baekhyun.
You’ve been like this for far too long now and you were sick of it.
You knew Baekhyun loved you a lot. He made sure that he showed you that, but you weren’t the only one that had his love and it hurt you so much that sometimes you felt like you couldn’t even breathe. Yet you had stayed by his side for so long in hopes that maybe one day you would be the only one in his eyes.
But it seemed like life wasn’t fair enough to give you what you wanted most.
Each night you would anxiously wait in hopes that it would be you that Baekhyun would be seeing instead of her.
However, there is only so much heartbreak and disappointment that one can take and everybody reaches a breaking point. This was yours.
The first times he was worried that you overworked yourself, but
after realizing it’s a habit, he got used to it.
„We both had a hard day, didn’t we ? How about we end the day
here ?“, Jin would suggest after kissing your forehead. Having
you in his arms, cuddling and falling asleep together seemed like
heaven right now.
Yoongi would be surprised that you have that habit. He found it
cute, how you get weak and whiny.
„You’re tired ? Let’s go to bed then“,
he’d say in a warm and soothing voice, while hugging and stroking
your back softly.
„Y/N, please don’t cry ! It’s ok !“, he’d assure you,
cupping your cheeks looking you deep in the eyes, while getting teary eyed, too. „Now, let’s
take my princess/ prince to dreamland, hm?“, Hoseok
would ask, squeezing your hands slightly. He knew you were to tired
to answer or even complain, so he’d just tug you to bed.
„Na na na Y/N, that’s not a
reason to cry, is it ? Let’s just get you into your pjs and lie down
together.“, he’d suggest in a calm voice. Namjoon knew that the
longer you’ll stay awake, the worse your crying gets.
Jimin had the same habit when he was
younger, so he did what made him feel better when he was in the same
situation as you: wrap you in a blanket and cuddle, waiting for you
to slowly doze off.
The second he saw your your tired,
watery eyes, he took your hands and went towards your shared bedroom,
only to lie down together. Taehyung would tell you about his dreams,
shared memories of you two or even a bedtime story, only to calm you
down and make you fall asleep.
Anything, but your tears. Your tears
are his weakness. He’d lift you up princess style and lie you down
onto the bed.
„Baby, it’s ok. I’m here. Please
stop crying“, he’d whisper, pulling you onto his chest while
softly stroking your head, which was nudging his shoulder.
“Duchess!” Ernest called out as he walked through the dark forest, he knew he saw her head in that direction. “Cordelia! We need to get home girl!”
No answer came from the dark woods surrounding him. Ernest felt a slight chill come over him, this place was already weird at day, it was completely nerve wreking at night.
He fished out his phone, dailing the last number he called. “Sup?” Lucien asked as he answered the phone immediately, Ernest sometimes wonders if he has some kind of psychic ability that tells him when he’s calling ahead in time.
“I’m alone in a dark forest searching for my dog and probably will get lost.” He said and there is a small pause at the other end before Ernest could hear rustelling, “Where are you at?” Lucien asked and Ernest smiles, “You don’t need to look for me, I’m just calling to keep myself sane, also so people have a lead if I don’t come home tonight.” He meant the last part jokenly but it probably didn’t help that his voice was shaking. He really didn’t do well with scary stuff.
“It’s the one near the playground, right?” Lucien asked, Ernest could tell it was a losing fight. “Yeah, I- Shoot.”
“I think I heared…crying.” Ernest whispered, and sure enough he heared it again, it was small sobing sounds and sniffs. Ernest felt his entire body revolt in terror.
“…you’re messing with me.” Lucien answered, he sounded uneasy, this whole situation probably freaked him out too"I wish I was.“ Ernest said truthfully, but the sobing got stronger, it sounded like a woman, or a child, Ernest couldn’t tell, but he had to sit through enough horror movies with Carmensita and Lucien to know where that was going.
Suddenly there was another sound, soft familiar wining sounds Ernest would recognize any day, “I hear Duchess! I think she is somewhere near where the crying is coming from.”
“Dude, are you insane?! Get out of there and call the police or something!” Lucien scolded him but Ernest ignored him. “Dude what if she’s hurt? I’m not leaving her hear with some horror movie thing going on! I’m hanging up!”
He ended the call, using his phone as a flashlight as he navigated through the dark woods, the sobs were getting closer, getting louder, Ernest swallowed but continued walking, trying to listen for his dog. The more he walked the more it became clear to him that the sobs and Duchess small wines came from the same place.
Whatever it was that was lurking out there, it had his dog.
Ernest slowly got closer, approaching the sound, scared of what might be waiting for him. His heart was beating hard enough to hear, his palms were sweaty, causing his phone to almost drop several times. He felt the cold forest wind brush his face as the the branches moved with it, swinging almost threatingly at him, as if they wanted to grab him.
Ernest swallows hard, his throat was dry. He was so scared. He was so mean to his dad before he left to go on a walk with Duchess, what if that’s the last time he ever talked to him? He felt like crying himself now but knew that he couldn’t turn back now, Duchess was in danger.
He froze when he saw it.
A small hunched over figure was sitting one the ground, sobing and crying. Ernest could make out a mop of light hair burried within the figure’s arms. Ernest felt his air cut off as he stumbled backwards in pure fear.
Ernest stepped on a branch and the figures head snaped upwards, in his shock Ernest lost his footing, landing on his ass. He scrabled backwards as the moonlight broke through the cloudy sky, illuminating that part of the forest through the small holes in the tree crowns, Ernest took a deep breath as he stared in the figure’s face and realized…..
That said was a normal human child. One he knew even.
He locked eyes with the younger boy, staring at blood shot puffy blue eyes, as suddenly something rough and wet bruched over his face. “Duchess!” He exclaimed as the dog kissed his face affectionatly before trotting over to the small boy, letting him burry his face in her fur.
How the hell didn’t he see her earlier?
Ernest was breathing heavily as he came down from the adrenaline rush. He was still panting when he reached for his phone and dailed Lucien’s number again.
“What happened!? Are you okay?! Where are you?!” Was the immediate response he got. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I found Duchess.” He reasured the other teen, “Just. Can you tell your dad to call the Christiansens? I found their son.”
“I found Chris, he was the one crying- Look, let me handle this, just let them know he’s alright and that I will bring him soon.” He said and after a short pause he heared Lucien sigh, “Okay, I-I will tell Dad to call Mary. Just…don’t scare me like that again.” Ernest felt his heart sink at the other’s tone, he must really have been worrying.
“I will call you when I get home, I promise.”
“If you aren’t home in an hour I will go and search for you!”
Ernest smiled, “Okay.” he said softly before ending the call, he felt warm, despite the cold night air.
He looked over to Chris and the warm feeling was gone. “Hey Hermano,” he said softly as he approached the 10 year old, “What are you doing out here? Are you lost? Did you hurt your leg?”
The other boy stared at him blankly, it didn’t have the desired effect with the tears still streaming down his face though. “Stop acting nice, it’s weird.” He said and Ernest chuckled, “Fair enough.” He said as he sat down next to Chris, petting the Duchess behind her ear on the spot she loved so much.
“Seriously though dude. What’s going on?” Chris hesitated a while longer, but eventually he started to speak. “We found out dad cheated. *Again*.” Ouch.
Ernest gave the boy a concerned look as he wrapped his arm around him.
Ernest knew about the rumors regarding Joseph’s yacht. It was one of the reasons why he dispised the guy, he knew stuff like this could rip families apart and ruine lives. Having children involved makes the whole thing just even worse.
“I think they will get a divorce this time.” Double ouch.
“And you came out here because you didn’t want them to see you cry?” Chris nods and Ernest squeezed his shoulder, this sounded a bit too familiar for him honestly.
“I ran away when my parents first talked about getting divorced too.”
“Yeah, you know that hollow tree near the field? I hid there for 8 hours until Lucien found me and dragged me home.” Ernest didn’t like that memory, the only good thing about it was him staying at Lucien’s over night.
“Did you cry too?” Chris looked smaller, almost ashamed.
Well that settled it. He was adopting him.
“I did. A lot actually.” He admitted, “Christie and Christian are probably crying too. Am I a bad big brother?” Okay, ouch, that was a heartbreaker.
“Of course you aren’t. Chris you are 10, stuff like this hurts, it’s normal to want to get away from it for a bit. That doesn’t mean you are a bad brother.” He reasured the younger boy. Chris stayed silent and Ernest fished out his phone again, telling Lucien it might take a bit longer.
“I don’t want them to get divorced.” Chris admitted shortly after, Ernest rubbed soothing circles onto his back. “I know hermano,” he sayed, carefully thinking about what he would say next, “Nobody wants for their parents to separate, but sometimes it’s the best option.”
“Because…sometimes they won’t ever really be happy otherwise.” He remembered how bad things were when they were still together, how little his dad smiled. Chris stared at him before leaning his head on his shoulder. “Is it my fault? Are they unhappy because I’m different?”
“No, no, of course not. Sometimes things just don’t work out between adults. That’s all.”
“Is dad a bad person?”
“I don’t know. Do you think he is?”
“Sometimes people do bad things, but that doesn’t make them bad people automatically.” Ernest looked back on the past couple of years. He knew a lot of the things he did weren’t okay and that a lot did hurt his dad.
Chris stared at him, clearly confused, “Sometimes you do these things because you are scared or you don’t think you have an alternative.”
Chris seemed to think his words over, “I don’t think he’s a bad person.” He admitted and Ernest smiled, “Then who am I to tell you otherwise? Come on, we should go home. Your parents are probably worried sick.”
“Chris, I promise-”
“I scraped my knee, I can’t walk.”
He hunched down so the younger kid could climb on his back, “Okay, you’re driving Ernest express home then.” He declared as he readjusted the wight on his back. That actually earned him a chuckle, “Did I just make you laugh?”
“Hm, could have fooled me.”
Duchess barked happily as she leaded their way home, “Ernest.” Chris said and the older boy paused. “You are weird, but in a good way.” Ernest felt a smile tug on his face as he hurried out of the woods, making sure to not shake Chris too hard. “Also thank you.”
While at a hotel the Chocobros and their girlfriends get into a bad argument, the guys say something they regret from anger (like "I don't need you anymore" something angsty as hail) and when their S.O's sneak out of the hotel during the night, the guys freak out? Your blog is awesome by the way
Thank you so much! <3 Things said out of anger can ruin relationships all the time. This is both a fun and unique prompt that I looked very forward to writing.
Noctis dug his fingers in his hair, it had been 4 hours, 4 hours ago, he had yelled at you, over something so stupid.
“Just leave me the hell alone, since I’m not good enough for you, why don’t you just leave.”
The look of hurt, betrayal and sadness that crossed your face, only for you to stand up straight. Staring the man in the eye,
“All right, fine.”
Had he not been so upset, the Prince wouldn’t now be sleeping on the far side of the bed, rolling over to look to you. Maybe he could apologize in the dead of night, and it would help his mind to rest just a little. Only to realize that you weren’t there! Yet he felt you get in the bed.
The Ship of Dreams cuts through the ocean outside but in here, it creaks and sways, buffeted by waves. Yuuri leads the way to the room in the bowels where he’s been staying. Keeping on his toes, he trails his fingertips along the cool metal of the walls, painted pristine cream to give the illusion that, even down here, there is only luxury.
Viktor is close behind Yuuri, less steady on his feet but his eyes as wide as Yuuri’s were when Viktor had showed him into the ballroom—of course, for Viktor it is the squalor and oppressive dinge that are foreign.
“You said you draw.”
“I do draw,” Yuuri says, unable to shake the disbelief—still—that someone like Viktor could possibly be interested in what he does with his life. “It’s only a hobby, though. I’m not very good at it.”
“Do you do portraits?” Viktor asks. He wraps one arm around Yuuri’s shoulders, pulling his arms down from the walls so they can walk side-by-side.
Yuuri acquiesces to Viktor’s touch. “Some, yes. I met some women when I was in Paris who—”
“Oh, I suppose there were a lot of admirers in Paris, lining up for the touch of your brush,” Viktor says. “But you will not talk of your past lovers tonight. Would you draw my portrait?”
“If that’s what you wish,” Yuuri says. He does not tell Viktor that there were no past lovers—only these kisses, hurried moments caught in between social obligations, and a journey that will end when they disembark and inevitably part ways.
He remains silent as they reach his room, a tight space with barely enough room between the sides of the doorframe for two to squeeze through. Yuuri has been keeping the bag containing his pencils, watercolours, and sketchbook under the bed, not out of any anxiety that someone might steal it, but rather that they might find it, and assume he has aspirations above his station.
While Yuuri flips to a clean page in his sketchbook, Viktor makes himself comfortable. It shouldn’t surprise Yuuri that Viktor is the kind of beauty who can look as natural in a cramped metal box as in a ballroom. Yuuri is still looking down, selecting a pencil, as Viktor says, “Where do you want me to pose?”
“On the bed,” Yuuri says, and when he looks up, Viktor is halfway to buck naked, stepping out of his trousers.
“There,” Viktor says. He climbs onto the bed and lies on his side, propping his head up in one hand, elbow cocked at a jaunty angle. “I am ready.”
Yuuri is quite certain that he has never blushed more in his entire life. “You—this is—I’ve never drawn anyone in the nude before.”
“That was the kind of portrait I was referring to,” Viktor says flippantly.
“Very well,” Yuuri says. “I will do as you wish.”
He looks back down at his sketchbook to delay the inevitability of having to look at Viktor’s privates. Very briefly, he considers only drawing Viktor from the waist up, but… where would be the fun in that?
“You mustn’t be shy,” Viktor urges. “Worse things have happened at sea, and heaven knows we can get up to worse in—”
“I will not kid myself into thinking you have any designs on me,” Yuuri says, cutting him off.
Viktor’s face falls, but all too soon his expression turns simultaneously wicked and serious. “I have such designs on you, Yuuri. First I will have you draw me like one of your French girls, and then I will happily French you until you can no longer walk. What do you say to those designs?”
If Yuuri was blushing before, he would not want to see how he looks now. “I say—” He swallows and forces himself to look up, “—let me design your portrait first, and then we’ll see where the evening takes us.”
taking care of peter when he's injured would include...
I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE OMG I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD GET THIS LONG OR ANGSTY
ok so obviously there were some strings attached when it came to dating the hero himself of new york
peter limping to your apartment building, not even swinging over there, because he just took a pretty bad beating and can’t move his shoulder along with a ton of other injuries to his lil body :(
him hobbling up your fire escape with little strings of curse words stumbling out of his mouth every time he stumbled up a step
he personally thanks god that you live on the second floor
him tapping on your window so gentle you barely hear it but it’s a sound you’ve grown to know
you getting super excited to see your boyfriend, a huge smile on your face when you hop off your bed and jog over to the window
all of that quickly disappearing when you take in his appearance
quickly panicking and turning into protective mode when you see the lil angel hurt
he’s holding onto the window with one hand and clutching his mask in the other with a pained expression
he’s got a nasty cut covering his left cheek, bruises scattering the sides of his face, and you’re positive there’s plenty of injuries underneath the rest of the suit
helping him get into your little room, careful not to wake up your parents, not wanting to have the ‘hey my boyfriend is spidey’ talk at this moment
guiding him super gently to your bed and him just collapsing back from exhaustion and the waves of pain coursing through his whole body
you pressing a quick kiss to his lips before telling him you’ll be right back
literally running out of your room to go find an emergency first aid kit, also stopping in the kitchen to get some ice, painkillers, etc
running as quiet as you can without dropping two arm-fulls of supplies
seeing him on the bed wincing in pain literally makes your heart sink and you’re positive you feel it crack
setting the stuff down on the bed next to him and climbing onto the bed with him, trying not to hit any parts of his body
“baby I’m sorry, but we need to get this suit off of you”
him deflating it and allowing you to carefully pull it off, seeing the scattered bruises and gashes littering his abdomen
you’re positive you can feel his pain just by seeing your baby like this
starting with the cuts, cleaning them, making your heart break eVEN MORE when he hisses in pain, because you couldn’t stand hurting the boy anymore than he already is
“I’m so sorry babe, just a few more”
him nodding quietly and shutting his eyes trying to not think about it
you wanting to ask what happened, but not sure when you should ask
him somehow reading your mind with those spidey senses
“c-couple of vulture’s guys, don’t worry d-darling, i probably did more damage to them than they did”
“dID YOU KILL THEM THEN? PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID. YOU COULD’VE FUCKING DIED PETER. SO HELP ME GOD YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER THEM BECAUSE I’VE ASKED YOU A MILLION TIMES TO STOP PURPOSELY GOING LOOKING FOR THOSE ASSHOLES.”
your voice starting to raise because you’re so damn scared and hurt to see him like this, it’s like watching your world fall apart
you can feel the tears you’ve been holding back start to fall
him noticing it and sitting up slowly, guilt running through him and making his pain almost feel insignificant due to the fact that he thinks he’s the reason you’re crying because he promised himself he’d never drag you into this side of his life
“B-baby, please listen to me, I-I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have come here”
literally almost getting whiplash from turning your head that quick to look at him with a ‘wtf’ face
“whY wouldn’t you come here? Peter I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake I’m supposed to take care of you”
“b-but how can I let you take care of me when i can see it tearing you apart?” in a rEAlly soft voice, his voice cracking off at the end
this statement honestly hits you super hard and before you know it you can feel sobs about to burst out of you
you standing up off the bed, making him sit up more and his heart beat pick up insanely faster bc he’s worried you’d walk out the door
“w-w-where are you going?”
your back turned to him so he can’t see the painful expression on your face and the sobs quieted by your hand
but peter’s smarter than that and can see you shaking
honestly he doesn’t even care anymore about his injuries at this point so he gets off the bed and stands behind you
“baby-y can you p-please look at me?” tbh his heart feels like it weighs a million pounds due to the guilt coursing through him, even though it’s not like he intended to hurt you, he just didn’t know where else to go
you not turning around
him grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him and sucking in a huge breath when he sees the agonizing look on your face but you turn your head to ground, embarrassed that he’s seeing this side of you
“no no don’t hide from me, please baby, not now”
“I’m supposed to be strong for you, I’m supposed to take care of you when you’re hurt and I can’t even do that. I’m a shitty girlfriend” you try to stutter out in between sobs
“hey hey hey don’t talk like that, don’t be ridiculous” him shushing you gently, picking up your head with his hand, “please look at me” and his voice breaking off, due to the tightening and pain in his throat he’s getting from holding back his tears
you shaking your head furiously and pulling away, but him refusing to see you this way any longer so he grabs your face with both hands this time, wiping the fast falling tears with his thumbs
pulling you into his chest, not caring about his pain because honestly seeing you this way was 10000x worse than any physical pain he could endure
“I-I’m so sorry” you sobbing against his chest, pulling away
“No, you stay h-here” he demands, wrapping both arms around you tighter
somehow the body contact is mending his heart a lil bit and making some other pain go away
you finally pull away after a few minutes when your breathing and sobs have calmed down
“what if y-you get hurt worse than i could ever help fix?” you whisper to him, the thought of it making tears fall all over again
him dragging you back to the bed, laying you down, and crawling next to you, pulling you into his arms
“I promise you I’m always going to come back”
and “y-you’re the biggest reason I have to stay alive”
“Peter I don’t know what I’d do without you, I mean, you’re my world”
“m-mine too baby”
“promise me you’ll be careful, i’ll always be here to fix you up but i hate seeing you hurt”
“i’ll try my hardest, b-but seeing you hurt like this is worse than any bad guy could ever do to me” and “even the possibility of losing you scares me more than any villain imaginable”
“i’m not going anywhere”
“good…c-can you please hand me some ibuprofen? my adrenaline from that little moment is wearing off…”
jumping out of bed literally to finish patching him up
straddling his hips to properly take care of his wounds and him just staring at you, unable to comprehend what he did to land as lucky as he did with you
hi, i’m gonna show you how i coloured the training scene gifs from this gifset bcs i know it’s a god damn struggle to get that stupid magenta red blue out of Magnus face and i know this may not be the perfect colouring for it yet but!!! i want to share it with you guys!!
Request: “Hi can you make BTS reaction finds out his gf has sensitive core, even she wont do piggyback because she feel ticklish? Thanks!
A/N: So I saw this request on @sevenpabosandabunchoffans‘s account, when they said they couldn’t write it, which is by the way totally understandable. Some prompts are extremely hard to write for in general, however I have a super sensitive core to the point where if someone tries tickling me, it will just hurt and I’ll start crying begging them to stop, but they think it’s just me laughing and etc, so I felt I would be able to write for this prompt! Anon, if you’re still out there looking for this reaction, I hope you find this and enjoy it! Thanks to @sevenpabosandabunchoffans for allowing me to write for this prompt! Also, I apologize for the lack of content… I promise I will post more!
After trying to go off alone for the fifth time in three days, Harry had become terrible at making excuses.
“Yeah, I’m just going to need you to tell me what’s going on, mate. It’s obviously not that bad. I know your something-is-terrible-let’s-pretend-it-isn’t face. That’s not it,” Ron demanded, blocking Harry’s only exit from the dormitory.
“I’m really not ready to talk about this,” Harry said.
“Ok, but if I’ve noticed something’s up, Hermione can’t be far behind. If you tell me now, I’ll help you come up with some believable story to tell her if you want to keep it to yourself longer.”
Harry looked up at Ron. After a deep breath, Harry said, “I’ve, sort of, er, I’m with someone.” He stopped. Is coming out supposed to make you feel like you’re ready to vomit? Is this feeling going to get worse or better once he gets the words out, Harry wondered.
“You gonna tell me who? or why you’re sneaking around like you’re trying to recreate sixth year?” Ron said, trying to keep the tone light.
Before he could think too much about it, Harry quickly answered, “It’s Malfoy.”
Ron’s face froze, eyes wide and mouth open. “Bloody hell. You’re serious? The entire wizarding world and you chose him?”
Harry relaxed a bit. “You hear that I’m telling you I like girls…and boys, right?”
“I don’t bloody care what you’re into. And Ferret-Face is nowhere near as horrible as he used to be, but it’s still Malfoy. I mean, are you so horny that you’ve gone mental? If that’s the case, fuck…I’ll suck your cock if it will get you thinking clearly.”
As if on cue, Malfoy is standing directly behind Ron. “You’re going to have to do a bit more than that to get me out of his system.”
Ron practically jumps right out of his skin. With a finger pointed in Malfoy’s face, he stutters through several attempted threats and insults before settling on “Be Nice!” forced through gritted teeth.
Malfoy laughs brushing Ron’s hand away from his face. “Of course, now will you please let Potter out of the room or should I threaten to tell your girlfriend about the kind of “help” you’re offering your friend?”
Ron steps aside, now filling only half the doorway.
Harry and Malfoy turn to leave and Ron can hear Malfoy’s voice trailing off down the hall. “See, I told you he loves you too much to keep you from someone as wonderful as me. He’ll just be mad at me for a while. I can handle that…”
“Can you get down?” Taehyung asked, holding the ladder for you steady. You were worried you were going to fall flat on your ass, but it didn’t matter at this moment. You just wanted to get down out of sight and to Emily’s party. You didn’t drug your bodyguard for nothing.
“Hold on, I’m jumping!” You braced yourself as you stuck your legs out from the ladder and jumped. Luckily, Taehyung caught you.
“Awh Tae, such a ladies man.” You winked cockily as you were set down. You brushed your dress off, happy everything was left in tact and snaked your arm around Taehyung’s.
“Aren’t I amazing Taehyung, could you do that?” You asked, smirking.
Taehyung was the boy next door who you grew up with. Your parents both worked in the same…business. Taehyung and you got each other, you had each others backs in times like these. All you really wanted to do was just go out and have some fun, but being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems: enemies grew from every thorn, and you were one of the greatest roses to target.
You were from a family that had been in this business since 1809 when the opium trade was rife. Your family had a series of alliances with the British, jotted somewhere in the history books as one of your ancestors amassed fortunes spanning Asia. Over time, enemies had grown in great numbers and they targeted those close to the current head of the entire family. Three years ago, your father was given the role of head and you were on the list of most targeted people in Korea, if not South East Asia.
“I’ve been given more freedom than you Y/N and you know that.” Taehyung said, taking you to the car he had parked.
Snapping out of your heritage thoughts, you figured Taehyung was right. Some things never changed, including how conservative the people in your world could be to their daughters. Tae, while restricted had the freedom to go out and live his life like any normal 21 year old could; provided he had a gun tucked away under his pocket and security detail following him not far off.
You on the other hand, were expected to be a rose in a steel glass cage. Sheltered, monitored, protected, guarded- you name every protectionate word and you were supposed to be the object of its affection.