Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1
AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !
Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either.
Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies.
The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?'
High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn.
He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier?
Summary: Soulmate AU where your eyes turn their true color once you kiss your soulmate. After a disastrous first kiss, Kent starts wearing colored contacts and swears that he won’t kiss anyone ever again. Too bad he never was very good at following the rules. Rating: T Wordcount: ~1,000 A/N: Patater Week AU day
He’s been hooking up with Tater for a little more than 8 months when Alexei leans down to kiss him. Kent stumbles backwards. His pants are tangled around his ankles and he goes crashing down to the hardwood floor of Alexei’s apartment. Kent yanks his pants back up and ignores Alexei’s outstretched hand.
“No kissing,” Kent says, hands braced in front of him as though he’s going to be attacked.
The only person Kent’s ever kissed was Jack. It was slow and sweet and achingly perfect until they broke apart and there were grey eyes looking back at him. Three days later Kent went first in the draft.
*rubs hands together* oh man buddy u asked for it now
after el manana everyone was absolutely gutted and it’s what broke 2d and murdoc’s burgeoning relationship right as they were finally beginning to get somewhere. 2d was consumed with grief and needed someone to be there for him and murdoc just completely shut down emotionally and locked himself away, obsessively trying to figure out some way to rescue noodle, but not telling anyone what he was doing, so it just seemed like he didn’t give a shit about her death or that 2d was hurting. so after a while 2d can’t take it anymore and he tells murdoc that he can’t live like this anymore and he’s leaving him in the morning, and the next day he’s just waiting by the door to see if murdoc’s even going to stop him, and murdoc just never comes. so 2d leaves
anyway keeping this whole breakup dynamic in mind murdoc wrote the album about 2d because it’s the only way he can even attempt to communicate his feelings; it’s less of murdoc asking 2d to come back than it is mourning what he’s lost. it’s an outpouring of grief in the only way that murdoc is able to release his emotions. and 2d is only able to piece this together very slowly as each song comes in for him to sing one by one. in a way murdoc is using 2d’s voice to say these things out loud, since he’s unable to say them himself.
the whole time they’re on the beach there’s like a hyperawareness of the other and a really tenuous distance where they both want to bridge the gap but know that the bridge has been burned. it’s sad because they both ache for each other but the situations that have happened and the things that have been done make them reluctant to try to attempt anything again. murdoc throws himself into making the album and warding off everyone that’s trying to get him, to avoid thinking about everything that’s been lost, but it still keeps seeping in despite his best efforts and he quite honestly goes a little crazy. especially because he’s already had a history with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder and trauma and he hasn’t taken his meds for a long while and he’s drinking and grieving so much. he gets auditory and visual hallucinations and obviously won’t say anything about them and tries to power through instead, and half the time he’s not sure if the 2d he’s interacting with is real or not, which makes him paranoid and on edge around stu and react badly to almost anything he does. he’s absolutely terrified of the boogieman as well and he’s not sure if the evangelist is real or not but he doesn’t fucking trust it and sometimes he thinks cyborg noodle is real noodle and he’s filled with relief for a split second before he realizes and then he screams
meanwhile 2d is lethargic and depressed from being isolated from everyone and from missing noodle and home so much, and terribly anxious because of the whale and because he has no idea what the fuck is going on and murdoc won’t tell him anything. he dissociates a lot of the time and medicates heavily to escape everything and that’s actually where rhinestone eyes comes from, he was drugged out of his mind when he wrote down the lyrics and when he was singing them and murdoc ended up putting it in the album. murdoc gets mad at him for being high all the time because generally it makes him nearly useless at writing or singing but 2d doesn’t think that’s fair at all because murdoc’s drunk all the time anyway so who’s he to judge 2d about it?
speaking of that on rare occasions murdoc gets drunk enough to stumble into 2d’s room and grab onto him like he’s drowning and just fucking sob into his shirt like a baby. 2d kind of hates it because he’s furious at murdoc for everything he’s done and how dare he make him be the bigger person in this situation when all murdoc’s done is take and take, 2d’s hurting too but there’s nobody there for him, and it’s so unfair. but then again he also kind of loves it because he’s still not over murdoc and he doesn’t think he ever will be, and it’s been seven long years since he’s been able to hold him and pet him and feel him close to him, and during the day murdoc will barely look him in the eye let alone touch him so having him even like this feels like he’s dying in the desert but has finally found water, and even before everything happened murdoc never let him hold him like this and brush the bangs away from his face and shush him, did you know, he’d never seen murdoc cry before. on nights like these murdoc sometimes tries to kiss him and 2d never lets him, no matter how much he wants to. he waits until murdoc falls asleep on him and then nods to cyborg noodle (who is standing in the corner watching silently, like she always does) and then spends the rest of the night sitting on the beach smoking a cigarette and refusing to let the stinging tears fall from his broken eyes, and murdoc’s always gone in the mornings.
but things start to get better near the end of everything, very slowly, as murdoc slowly lets his guard down and 2d keeps prying into the lyrics and refuses to take murdoc’s shit anymore, and the evangelist helps speed things along. they’ve been working on melancholy hill and they’re actually happy and laughing like the old times and they’re sitting on top of the highest roof of the building. they’ve been talking for hours about everything and nothing and 2d feels so happy not even romantically, just because this is his best friend and he’s missed him for so long and he’s missed being on the same wavelength as him and having stupid conversations and it’s so nice to just talk and be together. and there’s a long comfortable lull in the conversation and 2d starts picking at the little ukelele he has up there with them and singing on melancholy hill just like in the acoustic version and he’s not paying attention to anything but the horizon line and how pretty it is and when he hits the last line he looks over at murdoc and. well, that’s it, really.
of course murdoc has to ruin everything though because 20 minutes later when they’re kissing and fucking in 2d’s bed and 2d thinks he’s about to die because murdoc is everywhere at once and this is the only thing he wanted for so long murdoc stops everything like wait, wait, i need to tell you something, you have to know this first. and 2d’s like impatient and laughing a little and still kissing him because he’s probably finally going to tell him that he loves him and finally, everything’s going to be okay again, and then murdoc goes, the crash, it wasn’t fully an accident, it was, i planned it, and it wasn’t meant to turn out that way, but things just got out of control, stu, i swear i never wanted it to happen, you need to know, you have to realize, she wasn’t supposed to die—
after el manana itself it is the most horrible moment of stuart’s life. “you killed her,” stuart says dazedly. “you killed our baby.”
and murdoc can’t say no.
he can’t look at him for a very, very long time after that.
She wasn’t sure how long she stood, hesitant and shivering, outside his cabin. She’d been so certain when she’d tossed the covers off her legs in the crew quarters and hurried from her bunk, but now that she stood at his door, staring at the cold durasteel, the heated determination and wild, freeing recklessness of her desire and her fear were overcome by the misgivings that had been plaguing her since they left Hoth.
He’s leaving, Leia told herself, fingers curling her hands into tight fists. He’s leaving, and how will you feel after he’s gone? How could you recover from it if you do this right before he walks out of your life forever?
Her teeth bit into her lip. Every night trapped sublight with him had been torture–every longing glance he’d tried to hide a torment. It was obvious that he wanted her–she’d known that for a long time. It was even clear to her that he cared about her, but…
But she was in love with him. There was no denying that anymore. His kiss–oh, goddess, that first kiss–had leveled all her carefully compiled resolve to ruin. It had almost physically hurt when he’d kissed her, even though it was more tender and gentle than she’d ever imagined he would be. It had been agony, because it was too late. She’d wanted to scream at him, after. How could he have kissed her then, when she had to bear it and know that it was only a taste of what could have been–when she’d been waiting for it for years, falling for him for years? She’d finally begun trying to accept that she would never know his lips against hers–because he was leaving, damn him, he’d said he was finally going to leave–take off and never look back. Never come back. She couldn’t forget the cold slap it had been in the command center, to hear his casual goodbye. Still she half-felt the roiling hurt and devastation and anger that had rooted her to the spot in the south passage, after he’d left her abandoned and bereft, plastering bacta patches over a sadly bruised heart and bitterly wondering how he’d even gotten through the stalwart fortifications she’d so desperately built around it in the first place. It was cruel of him, to kiss her after all that. Cruel that he hadn’t kissed her sooner. Cruel that he’d kissed her while still planning to leave.
She wanted to resent him for that kiss, but her damaged heart had begun a frantic beat–a frenzied, yearning rhythm, and instead of hating him each day on their slow journey to Bespin, she found only that she wanted him more than she ever had. So much in fact that she stood half-dressed at his door, deciding whether or not she dared go in and…
And make love with him.
This could be your one chance, she argued with herself. Don’t you want to know what it’s like, just once, to be with him? To know how it feels to give yourself to a man you love? Don’t you want him? Isn’t that why you leapt out of bed? Because you want him, and you want him to be your first?
I want him to be my only, she answered herself, desperate and troubled and anxious. I want him to love me back, and it’s foolish to do this without knowing if he does.
Leia scrubbed her hands over her face. She’d be hurt if she slept with him and then he left her. She’d be hurt if she took that wild, vulnerable leap and it didn’t mean to him what it would for her. But she’d be haunted if she didn’t do it. She’d live every day for the rest of her life wondering how it would have been, what would have happened.
No, a second chance. She’d thought she’d never see him again, and yet she’d found herself back on his ship, hurtling through space together for five weeks.
“You can borrow mine.” thaaat can get reaally interesting, really soon :)
This got away from me. NSFW under the cut!
“Kaffas,” he says, throwing his sopping wet bedroll to the floor. “I
hate this place.” The Fallow Mire is a place of unending wet, a mist that hangs
in the air, soaks into the ground. They’ve found an abandoned cottage but there
is no salvaging their rain soaked things. Lavellan sits on the table, his feet
on the chair, his elbow on his knee and his face resting on his hand. He
chuckles and smiles at Dorian’s frown, that angry line between his brows, hands
on his hips.
“You can borrow mine,” Lavellan
tells him. Dorian raises his eyebrows, and closes the distance between them.
Sitting up straight, they look at each other eye to eye. Lavellan leans into
his touch as he traces curling lines of vallaslin,
closing his eyes as Dorian follows the shell of his ear. A hand at his neck and
he pulls Lavellan’s face closer to his. A smile quirks at the edge of Dorian’s
lips as Lavellan presses his forehead against his.
“Oh yes, I can hear it now. The
latest gossip at Skyhold. The evil Tevinter Magister making the great and
mighty Inquisitor go without a bed.” Lavellan laughs, wraps his arms around
“I was rather hoping we’d share,”
he says. Not that there would be any rumors. Cole and Iron Bull were sharing
the cabin next to theirs, safely walls away. Dorian’s nose moves softly against
Lavellan’s, and he watches as that familiar and satisfying red creeps into his
cheeks, underneath tattooed lines.
“Even more scandalous,” he
murmurs against his mouth. Lavellan downright giggles before he pulls him down into
a kiss. There’s always laughter in his mouth, a smile on his tongue as his
hands move to cup Dorian’s face, thumbs brushing over cheekbones, holding him
gently. A muffled moan of pleasure as tongue meets seeking tongue, Lavellan’s
back arching into him, no space left between them. When Dorian pulls away,
Lavellan’s face follows, unwilling to relinquish him. His eyes are slow to open,
his lips red, raw, plump with attention. It’s as though each kiss ruins him,
only to be put back together by the next.
Dorian’s hands move underneath
Lavellan’s thighs, one on either side of him, pull him closer to the edge of
the table as his mouth goes to his neck. Lavellan tilts his head back,
revealing more of his throat, hair falling back with him. He has one arm resting
on Dorian’s shoulder, fingers playing with the curling strands of hair at his
nape. “Sathan ma’lath,” Lavellan says
as Dorian grinds subtly against him, “please.” Dorian kisses the red marks he
has made, smirks as Lavellan plants his hands against the table, leaning back
and licking his lips. He goes to work at his armor, pulling off belt after belt,
shedding layer after layer.
“Why must Dalish armor be so
complicated?” He grumbles, pulling hard at a strap.
“You’re one to talk,” he laughs.
Impatience fuels quicker movements, and Lavellan lifts his hips as Dorian tugs
off his pants. Dorian runs his hand over his chest, following line after line,
the swirling branches that wrap around his body. Lavellan breathes quicker under
his attentions, those teasing touches, one hand leaving the table to wind into
Dorian’s hair, tug him down for a hard kiss. All tongue and teeth, pulling at
his bottom lip, leaving them both gasping.
I loved Derek. I really did. But sometimes all the fame he had, got to me. We could rarely ever go out without someone stopping and wanting a picture with him. Or when he went on tour, I trusted him with my life, we’ve been together for 5 years now, and things were great between us, but on tour and stuff, there’s always rumors.
Derek was currently on the road, or should be, and I was at our place out in LA. He had a show last night in Tucson and left sometime in the middle of the night to make their way here. I talked to him everyday, we would text, call and facetime everyday or night. But there was all this shit going down about some girl and Derek getting together.
And Derek broke his phone a few days ago. He’d call me from Skate’s or John’s phone, shoot me texts here and there, but last night nothing. And like I said, I did trust him, but I know how he can get when he drinks or smokes too much.
I was shuffling through the medicine cabinet, looking for my pills. I needed them before I started to pass out or something. I’ve had anxiety since I was 16, and got diagnosed with mild depression when I was 20, right after my dad died. So I had pills for my anxiety and some for the depression.
I’ve gotten better, not needing to take them as regularly or anything, just, some things sparked an attack. Like the fact that these rumors are going around, everyone’s mentioning me on twitter and shit, and the fact that I haven’t got in contact with any of the boys.
Finding my bottle I grabbed it, hope coursing through me. I unscrewed the lid, only to find it empty. This wasn’t happening. I can’t be out. I swear I just had some like, last month.
Dropping the bottle, I slid down the wall. I put my head in my hands and started freaking out. I was shaking, I was hyperventilating, and I was dizzy. The room was spinning, everything was becoming so surreal.
Suddenly I felt two arms wrap around me. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was, I knew exactly who it was because these arms felt like home.
“(y/n) babe, is everything okay?” he asked, helping me sit up a bit.
I was still shaking, and my breathing was still uneven.
“I-I don’t…my pills.” I was shaking.
Derek kept one hand on my arm as he looked and saw the bottle on the floor and saw it empty. He got up and looked through the cabinet but sighed when he couldn’t find anymore.
He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.
“baby, just breathe” he spoke, rubbing my back.
“it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay.” he kept speaking me through it.
After probably 15 minutes, I finally started to calm down. I had stopped shaking and my breathing became normal. I turned and looked at Derek who gave me a sympathetic look.
“are you okay babe?” he asked, looking at me sideways a bit.
“I’m fine.” I spoke, getting up and walking out of the bathroom. I heard him sigh behind me and get up, his footsteps following me shortly after.
“(y/n), seriously. What happened?” he asked, as I made my way to the kitchen.
“nothing.” I sighed, grabbing some water from the fridge.
“clearly something happened. you don’t just get those for no reason.”
After 5 years together, Derek knew me better than I knew myself, and I hated that, cause he always had the upper hand. He knew when I was lying, all kinds of shit like that. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s just, when he knew something was wrong, he wouldn’t stop talking about it until he knew what happened.
We had been through so much. He helped me with a lot of my anxiety attacks, and I helped him through his drug problem. We might have our problems, but we get through them together, we always have.
I sighed, and looked up at him.
“babe, tell me what happened” he spoke, still standing across from me cause he wasn’t sure how this was gonna go.
“it’s just…the rumors Derek. I haven’t heard from you in a few days, but I trust you. You know I do. But then everything on twitter just blew up, people were asking me all kinds of questions, a-and” I started hyperventilating again.
“baby, baby, please” Derek spoke, coming over to me and pulling me into him. “calm down, it’s okay. You said it yourself babe, rumors. You know I would never do that to you.” he moved his hands to cup my cheeks, resting his forehead against mine as I calmed down.
“I wouldn’t trade one meaningless night in the sheets for all that we got babe.” he spoke, stroking his thumb along my cheek before leaning in and kissing me briefly, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine.
I told you before ma, it’s me and you against the world. you’re my girl.” he smiled.
“so I’m you’re down chick?” I giggled as Derek squeezed my side and pulled me into him and started tickling me. I was wrapped up in his arms, somehow getting turned around, so his arms were around my waist from behind. He reached around and kissed my cheek.
“even though you ruined my moment, yes ma, you’re my down chick.”
a/n: it’s short and kinda shitty ending, but i needed some derek fluff and had a few requests. ALSO I DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT ANXIETY OR DEPRESSION, BUT IF YOU’RE HAVING PROBLEMS TALK TO ME. I SWEAR I’LL LISTEN AND I’LL CARE. I’M HERE FOR YOU. ALWAYS
I’ve been listening to the J.Cole song of the same name non stop and well here’s a rando Serpent Bughead drabble that resulted lol. I had to get it out of my system. LOL
I wanna fold clothes for you I wanna make you feel good Baby I wanna do the right thing Feels so much better than the wrong thing
Jughead enters the trailer calling her name imploring-ly when he doesn’t see her right away. He smells something good on the stove and his stomach gurgles in appreciation. He throws his keys in the cute little cat shaped dish Betty found at the second hand store and shrugs off his leather jacket, placing it on the hook.
A few more seconds exploration and he sees her there, curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly, a stack of their towels under her head serving as a makeshift pillow, her AP Physics book, fanned over her round belly.
His heart pulls at the sight of her there looking so peaceful in her slumber. Lord knows their lives the past few months had been anything but. He feels the strangle of guilt at his neck because he knows it’s all his fault; The war between the North and South sides of Riverdale, getting Betty pregnant, getting her cast out from her house, her family. It was all on him no matter how much she tried to share the weight of their circumstances with him.
He knows he’s ruined her life even though she kisses his doubts away every night. I love you so much, she pants as her head falls back and her legs began to ache with the effort of riding him, You’re my home she cries out in her orgasm, There’s no me without you. Jughead wonders if there should be.
He wonders how the hell he’s gonna support this family without completely losing his morals.
“Betts…” he runs his hand softly against her cheek and she stirs a little, slowly opening her eyes.
“Hey Juggie…” she groans, sitting up on her elbows, “Ugh…I fell asleep folding laundry…” she laughs and goes to grab a shirt out of the basket but Jughead stops her.
“I got it Betts,” He scoops her up in his arms and she giggles. He loves that despite it all he can still do that for her, “I want you and baby girl to go back to sleep.”
He kisses her softly and she smiles against his lips as he kicks open the door. He places her on the bed, pulling the blanket over her body and she goes for her body pillow immediately, snuggling into it.
“Goodnight Juggie. I love you.”
“Goodnight little bean…” he kisses Betty’s stomach and is rewarded with a small kick to his hand where it rests on her stomach.
“She’s up.” He laughs. He never gets tired of feeling his daughter move.
“She’s a night owl just like you…” she yawns, her eyes closing.
“I love you Betts.”
“Love you too.”
Jughead is overcome with the urge to climb into bed with her and let sleep overtake him. But he doesn’t.
Instead he goes into the living room, sits on the couch and starts folding Betty’s underwear. It’s the least he can do.
Author’s Note: TV shows play such a big part of my life. I gathered some memorable quotes from some of my favorite TV shows. (Glee: The Quarterback S5E03; How I Met Your Mother: Drumroll S1E13) Also, I was inspired by @marvelimaginesyesplease‘s post.
Dating Steve was everything you could have imagined. He was the perfect boyfriend, ever such a gentleman. He’s the type of guy that when he asked ‘How are you?’ he would actually want to know. And boy was he handsome. He wasn’t handsome like Bucky. No, he was handsome in his own special way. Fortunately for you, no other girls looked at Steve like how you saw him. Not that it would even matter, because when he was with you, he only looked at you and no other girl can compare.
Bucky, Steve, and you hung out less, now that you guys graduated from high school. Bucky and Steve attended the Auburndale Art School. Bucky wasn’t a fan of school and often looked for a job, but he decided to join Steve for the time being. He didn’t know what he wanted to do in the future. You also wanted to continue your education. However, the only schools available to you were ones with the education of being a housewife. You didn’t remember much of your past, but you did know that women had way more rights in the future than now.
But you didn’t complain. The two schools were close to each other and a short walk from your guys’ apartments. It was hard not seeing Bucky and Steve as much, but it made time in your apartment that much more special.
In a blink of an eye, you guys were grown up. All of you were now in your twenties. Bucky found work in a nearby factory, and Steve and you have been dating for three years already, three wonderful years.
Steve was on his way home from visiting his mother, and Bucky was at the factory, working, leaving you alone at the apartment. You were doing what your education has taught you to do, making dinner and cleaning around the house.
Three large potatoes were boiling on the stove, and meaty gravy was heating up on the other side of the cooker. You were cutting up steamed carrots and cabbage to accompany the tater. Fortunately, on your way home, you picked up some freshly-baked bread.
You just finished cutting up the mixed vegetables and were stirring the potatoes to make sure they wouldn’t overcook, when you heard the front door open. Still stirring, you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky walking through the door.
You smiled at the sight of him. “Hi Bucky,” you greeted.
You heard Bucky’s footsteps, walking towards you. “Hey doll,” he said, while hugging you from the behind. Bucky and you have been on good terms. He was happy for you and Steve and often went on double dates with you guys and another dame. The night you kissed Steve, you were worried that this would ruin everything. Though it happened a couple of months after you and Bucky broke up, you were nervous that you dating Steve would bring out the ugly side in everyone. Fortunately, it was everything but.
Bucky pulled back from the hug and observed what you were doing. “What’s for dinner?” he asked.
You stopped stirring the potatoes and lifted up the lid of the pot holding the gravy. You wanted to make sure it wasn’t burning, because without gravy, the potato would be bland. You informed, “Potatoes and gravy. I have carrots and cabbage to accompany it, and I think there is still some strong cheddar in the ice-box.”
Bucky walked over to the fridge, opening the door and sticking his head in. A few seconds later, Bucky announced, “Yep. We still have some,” holding out the cheese in his hand.
You gave him a small smile. “Great,” you responded. “Can you put it on the counter?” He walked over to you and placed what was left of the cheese next to the cut-up vegetables. You continued, “I also picked up some bread on the way home today.”
Bucky sighed, “You are amazing.” You chuckled at that. He walked over to the living room and threw himself onto the couch. “I’m beat,” he exasperated.
You gave a chuckle. “I bet you are,” you answered. You placed the lid back onto the pot, then walked over to the drawers to get the shredder for the cheese.
What you didn’t see was the way Bucky was gazing at you. Bucky’s thoughts were cutting off with the sound of the front door opening. He ripped his eyes away from your standing figure and stared down at the floor.
“Hi Steve,” you greeted, knowing he would be the only one walking through the door. You didn’t look up from your task of shredding the cheese. Last thing you needed was to cut yourself on the device. That would be a story. As your school stated, ‘A perfect housewife knows how to use all her tools.’
He didn’t respond to you, which you thought was odd. He always greeted you in the sweetest ways. You knew something was off. You stopped shredding the cheese and looked up to see Steve with red, swollen eyes, his head bowed down.
You dropped the cheese and shredder on the counter and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a comforting hug. He nuzzled his face into your hair and wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying your reassuring embrace.
Arms still encased around Steve, you whispered gently, “What’s wrong honey?”
Steve took in a large, shaky breath and answered, “It’s my mom.” You held in your breath, your nose burning with the tears filling your eyes. You turned to look at Bucky who was now sitting up on the couch with the same shocked expression you held. Steve continued, “She caught tuberculosis while working. She only has a month.” You tightened your hug, and tears started falling down your cheek.
Steve’s mother Sarah was a saint, who started working at a tuberculosis ward to make end’s meet. She denied your offer to help, and when Steve offered to get a job to help out, she refused saying he needed to pursue his love in art. You loved Sarah, and you and her were super close, you hanging out at Steve’s all the time when you were younger. She was your second mother, and you were the daughter she never had. Sarah was ecstatic when you and Steve got together.
You cried in a low voice, “I’m so sorry Steve.” You closed your eyes, drops slowly ran down your face. You briefly released the hug only to wipe the tears that have fallen down your chin. When you opened your eyes, your vision was blurry.
You didn’t notice Bucky walking towards the two of you. He placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder and muttered, “I’m so sorry pal. I’ll let you guys have a moment to yourselves.”
You looked up at him with wet eyes and mouthed a thank you. He gave you a reassuring nod and walked over to his room. Once you heard his door close, you released your hug on Steve, grabbed his hand, and started heading over to the couch.
You sat down and Steve followed. You gently cupped the back of his neck and pulled forward, to let his head rest on your shoulder. Your hand started caressing the hair on the nape of his neck. The other rubbed circles on his lower back. You guys stayed like this for a while, tears falling down yours and his cheek, letting the sudden news settle.
It was Steve who broke the consoling silence. Your guys’ tears were now dry, but your eyes and cheeks were red and swollen from all the crying. He lifted his head off your shoulder, which to him felt like it was filled with lead. And then he looked at you. And the way he was looking at you… as if you were his everything, his entire world, the only thing that is keeping him grounded. He stated affectionately, “I love you Y/N L/N.”
You smiled for the first time since you heard about Sarah’s illness. You replied longingly, pronounciating every word to make sure he knew how much you meant it. “I love you too Steven Grant Rogers. More than you can imagine.”
You felt your heart ache at the way he was staring at you. You loved this man, and you will follow him to the ends of the earth. You started leaning in slowly. Eyes flickering to his lips and back. You waited for him for his permission.
The best part of any first kiss is the lead up to it. The moment right before the lips touch. It’s like a big drum roll. And when your lips finally connected, it felt like fireworks. You and Steve have kissed over the time of your relationship, but they were sweet and chaste. That’s how this kiss started, but then it become something more- with more passion, more love.
You cupped the back of his neck with both hands to try and bring him closer. Steve didn’t know where to put his hands. Every time they were about to settle into a position, he quickly withdrew. You felt Steve was a bit hesitant, so you pulled back a bit.
He ripped his lips from yours and apologized, “I-I’m sorry.” You chuckled and continued to kiss him. Obviously, he was nervous, and you were too. But Steve kept apologizing, and his hands were shaking, still not finding a solid place to put them. You finally grabbed his hands and gently placed them on your hips. He apologized again, and you just wanted him to shut up and kiss you already.
You grabbed the back of his neck again and leaned forward, kissing him long and hard. That shut him up, and you felt him smile against your lips. He starts melting into your embrace, like putty in your hand.
In life there are a lot of big romantic moments, and they make life worth living. But here’s the problem. Moments pass. And lurking just around the corner from those moments is a cruel, unshaven bastard named reality. Steve’s mom was dying, and there was nothing that can be done about that. But for now, you can forget the grief, the loss, the sadness, and enjoy this moment. Hold on to it and never let it go. Time was just an illusion; no power was needed to make this moment last.
Steve was gone a lot in the past month, being by Sarah’s bedside and arranging the funeral, so Bucky was your rock. At home, he never left your side and always offered a shoulder to cry on when you needed one. Bucky held up, never showing his sadness, trying to be strong for the three of us. But you can see past his facade; he was heartbroken as well.
“You’re doing it again,” you accused.
Bucky’s head shot up. “Doing what?” he asked.
You walked over to him and intertwined your hands with his. “Bucky, I know you. Maybe even more than you know yourself. Sarah’s death is hard on all of us, you included.”
Bucky looked down at your hands, feeling his eyes burn with tears starting to fill up. You continued, “You’ve been a rock for everyone, so I know that that means that sometimes you don’t get to grieve yourself.”
Bucky muttered, still not looking up at you, “I’m okay.”
You wondered, “Are you?”
Bucky sighed, finally looking up at you with tear-filled eyes, “Of course I’m not okay, but I have to make sure that the people around me are taken care of.”
You drew the back of your hand on his cheek “I know,” you said. “Whatever you feel and however you want to show it, that’s okay. I just I think there’s gonna come a time when you need to let it all out, and I want you to know that I plan on being here for you when you do.”
You smiled when Bucky nodded. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate for the both of us, okay?” you asked.
Bucky answered, “That would be great, doll.”
You got up and smoothed down your skirt. You headed towards the kitchen, and Bucky was doing it again, gazing longingly at you while you weren’t looking.
Sarah Rogers’ funeral was beautiful. There was a crowd of people from who Sarah touched their lives. People from the tuberculosis ward, both patients and their families attended, saying was so kind and caring.
Steve and you didn’t cry. For one thing, you guys felt like you were all cried out from the previous month. But another thing was that the arrangement was uplifting. It was to celebrate Sarah’s life, not grieve for her death. Sarah would have wanted that. She would have smacked us on the side of the head if we dwelled on it… God, you missed Sarah. Bucky, however, allowed a single tear roll down his cheek during the funeral, to which you grabbed his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
You and Bucky were walking to the apartment, holding hands for comfort. You were hugging his left arm, feeling drained and exhausted. “That was a beautiful funeral,” you whispered.
Bucky smiled, “Yeah. It really was. Sarah would have loved it.”
You let out a large exhale and tightened your grip on his arm. A comfortable silence fell between you two. Bucky’s chest rose and then fell with rapid breaths. “Y/N? Can I tell you something?”
You hummed in agreement, still focusing on your walk home. Bucky stated, “If there was one thing I learned from Sarah’s death, it would be that life is too short.”
You looked up at his face and smiled. “I agree,” you responded.
Bucky paused and thought long and hard on what he was going to say next. He drew in a long breath, then continued, “Y/N. I still love you, and I know you are with Steve and you love each other, but I just need you to know.”
Your eyes widened and your face flushed. You looked up at him to see if there was any kind of recognition on his face, but you didn’t see anything but sincerity.
Bucky stated, “I can’t hold onto that secret any longer.”
Here’s the first one, as promised~ The next one will come up soon I’ll prob post it just before I go to bed, so idk exactly when so be looking out for it! And I hope you all like this one~
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SEOKJIN: Seokjin was nervous to play the pocky game with his crush, but he couldn’t show his nervousness. It would make it clear that he liked you, because why else would he be nervous to play a game involving food? Still, he made sure to ask you if you were sure you wanted to play. There were always other games you could play. Plus, wouldn’t it be better to just eat the pocky? You’d get to eat more of it that way, of course. But, if you insisted on playing, he would play with you, deciding that he would just let things happen naturally: if he lost, he lost; if he won, he won; and if you tied, well then his first kiss with you would happen sooner than he’d thought it would.
YOONGI: Yoongi was nervous to play the pocky game with you, but he was excellent at hiding that from you and the other boys. Rather than getting jittery with nerves, he started acting more nonchalant, stating lazily that he didn’t want to play and he’d rather just work or nap. But, the moment you said you’d just play with another member, he’d realize he couldn’t let that happen; he knew a few members that wouldn’t lose no matter how hard he glared at them. So, begrudgingly, Yoongi agreed to play with you, yet he quickly began to act cocky to hide his nervousness now that he couldn’t just act indifferent. He’d end up losing a lot, just to make sure it never ended in a tie.
HOSEOK: Hoseok tried to mask his nervousness with confidence while playing the pocky game with you. If it got to the point where he had to lose or else you would tie, he would gladly take the loss, but when he won, he as a bit too excited about it. He was normally loud and obnoxious when celebrating a win, but he was even louder now that he felt a rush of relief with each win; your lips hadn’t met, your first kiss hadn’t been ruined, and he’d won the game. Though, when you were only halfway through the box of pocky, Hoseok realized he was getting on your nerves, so he sped up the game by eating a stick of pocky between each round, ending the game early and preventing you from getting too angry at him.
NAMJOON: Namjoon was confident and cocky, and it wasn’t because he needed to hide any nervousness he felt. No matter what the outcome of the game was, there was no way he was going to lose. If he won, then he won; if you won, then he got to see that proud smile light up your face; and if you tied, well, then you two would finally get to kiss. However, before starting, he asked if you were sure about playing against him; he wasn’t going to go easy on you, and he wanted to be sure that you weren’t going to freak out if he did end up kissing you. He didn’t want his first kiss with you to be ruined by you gagging, spitting, or rubbing your mouth vigorously.
JIMIN: Jimin went into the game as cocky as he could, winking and claiming that you had better plan on losing, because he was going to kiss you as often as he could, so he wasn’t going to lose no matter what. He’d expected you to back out of the game, but it was clear that he wasn’t being serious; he was being just as cocky as usual when being competitive, and he hardly ever won, so you gladly accepted his challenge. He didn’t know what to do after that - you were now more eager than before to play against him - so he decided that all he could do was continue to act cocky, and he ended up losing just as often as you’d expected him to.
TAEHYUNG: Taehyung didn’t want to play the pocky game with you, but he certainly didn’t want one of his band mates to play with you either, so he ended up sitting across from you before he really knew what he was doing. He didn’t want his first kiss with you to be the result of some game, but he didn’t want you to kiss another member, so he couldn’t back out. He could, however, lose every match to be sure that you didn’t end up kissing anyone. It would probably end up looking a little suspicious, going from nervous to feigning excitement and losing rather early on in the game each time, but he’d just assure you that you were really good and he was terrible at the it.
JUNGKOOK: Jungkook was incredibly nervous to be playing the pocky game with you, but he tried not to let it show. He sat down to play with you, not even thinking to say no; you’d asked him to play with you, so there was no excuse he could think of that would explain him backing out. He looked to be his usual, cocky self at first, but he’d occasionally break out into nervous laughter and yet lost every round you played. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, and he told you as much when you asked him why he kept losing; his nervousness was causing him to sort of bounce in place, and that caused him to break his side of the pocky stick before he got anywhere close to the middle. He couldn’t tell you that, though, so he just claimed that he was letting you win so that he didn’t hurt your feelings.
What absolutely ruins me about the Berena kiss isn’t necessarily the kiss itself (though I’ve replayed it 500 times plus!) What gets me is the little things in between it.
- The slight hitch of Serena’s breath as she hesitates between kisses.
- The way that Bernie pulls away from the first kiss, and her eyes immediately search Serena’s for confirmation. But Serena’s eyes have already found Bernie’s, and instead slip down to look at her lips.
- How Serena ducks back ever so slightly as she hesitates as though she might pull away, but the fierceness in which she surges forward to kiss Bernie again is monumental.
- BERNIE’S FINGERS IN SERENA’S HAIR
- Serena’s fingers clutching hold of Bernie’s arms, letting her go briefly between kisses before clasping back onto her.
- HOW DAZED AND FULL OF DESIRE SERENA IS IN THOSE SECONDS AFTER THEIR FIRST KISS
- And then obviously the actual kiss that is at first trembling and tentative, but then turns into a bruising, desperate display of utter emotion.
who confessed first: they both knew for a while that they were into each other but they were enjoying the mutual banter and sass so much that neither of them wanted to have the “I actually sincerely like you” talk (bc that would RUIN it) (even though they were always together and kissed sometimes and took each other as their dates to everything) until one particular time when oikawa is just having a really bad day and tries to pretend otherwise with sharper and nastier shit talk than usual and he’s expecting suga to respond in kind but instead suga goes straight to kind and caring comfort and oikawa (who is completely bowled over by this and is probably crying a little) is like “oh fuck shit goddammit. koushi you’re literally perfect but that doesn’t mean i LIKE-LIKE you okay” and they’re Real Boyfriends from there on out (after a while this devolves into “haha you like-like me don’t you” “WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR EIGHT YEARS SUGA-CHAN”)
what does their home look like: soft. yellowed old curtains in the kitchen window, a roll-top desk with pigeonhole compartments in the study, a huge fluffy blanket folded over the back of the couch. in the fridge, fancy Jones sodas in fruity flavors like pineapple and lemon-lime and strawberry. one of those old-fashioned claw-foot porcelain tubs in the bathroom (it’s not really big enough to fit both of them but they make it work anyway)
what happens on date night: they both really like music, so: a lot of concerts, a lot of dinner shows, a lot of going to the record store and picking up incredibly old and obscure albums and snickering over how they pretend to be hipster enough to know who these bands are and then picking up animal by ke$ha on vinyl and leaving
what are their shopping trips like: they never actually make it to the store because whenever they try to go together suga is like “we should take my motorcycle!” and every fuckin time oikawa tries to play it tough like “why yes koushi we certainly should take your motorcycle” bc he wants to be Cool and suga looks damn good in a leather jacket and every fuckin time oikawa ends up flipping the fuck out about suga’s Fast & Furious driving and suga thinks this is hilarious and takes turns at like 70mph to the dulcet tones of oikawa screeching behind him
trivial fact about them: people who don’t know them too well think they’re a “get up at 7am drink kale smoothies and go for a run together before work” couple but they’re actually a “get up at noon eat shitty sugary cereal and stay in pajamas til 6pm” couple and All their close friends know it
Tell me what’s the cure For two people addicted to each
other, One wants to heal And the other doesn’t. You’re a sin and I’m the sinner But why do I not feel guilty? I broke your heart and made you cry Why won’t you leave me? We live in such a mess that we like
to call love But I never knew that love means
ruining each other. I enjoy every touch and kiss you
give me Even though I know I shouldn’t. But to you, every kiss, every touch
is a new breath of life. We are neither lovers nor strangers Just two lost souls that can’t feel
the void inside Once they get together. One of us seeks recovery from this
addiction The other finds it as a source of
“You have to take it on faith.” Anna whispered softly as she
took more steps backwards. “There is nothing between us but empty space.”
Castiel’s hands shook in the fists they made. His breathing
became erratic as he stood alone in the darkness. All he could focus on were
his sister’s words and the slight wind coming in from the living room window. Silence
gripped his conscience tightly and wound together the memory of what their
living room looked like.
“I promise you that you won’t hit anything.” Anna’s voice kept
reassuring in a loving manner. “I would never allow that to happen. I need you
to walk to me, Cassie.”