Because They Can (Holy trinity x FemReader) fluffy drabble
(( gif not mine - cutes ))
(A/n): ahhhh kill me
Request! Fem!Reader is a popular gamer who collabs a lot. After several hate comments about how “a girl can’t play videogames,” her friends Mark, Felix and Jack cheer her up through a Skype call. If you do this request, I would really love it if you’d tag me though I understand if you would prefer not to :D
Warnings: lmao swearing
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”
“JUST GO AROUND THE BEND.”
“THAT’S LIKE THE SKETCHIEST THING I COULD DO.”
Not being able to coordinate yourself, your character ended up going backward by your control. You did not, in anyway, trust the front bend. Regardless of what Felix was trying to tell you.
You ended up dying.
“Oh, for fuck sake.” you grumbled, allowing yourself leeway to fall back in your chair.
“What,” breathed Felix “did I tell you.”
Together, Mark and the Irishman laughed heartily and looked into their set up cameras. You couldn’t help up pout at their joyous outbursts, hearing Felix tune in as well.
“I don’t know!” you began to defend, sitting up right again to reload the game.
“If I were to go down the front bend, I would’ve gotten jumped by 1A. I mean, they have lighter weaponry, but they had more soldiers.”
Beginning to mutter, you finished with “2B had less people so I thought I could just… slip by.”
Mark spit a bit before he laughed again, and said:
“I don’t think that’s how that works, hon.”
You only scoffed and challenged him with a “We’ll see.” before starting up a new map and inducing them to join.
Though the game had already started, and Jack and Felix were continuing commentary; you were slightly distracted by the comments of your stream.
Something’s about girls and games.
“Jack, if you round the corner onnnn…” you drawled for a moment before making up your mind “your second left, there is spare ammo in that wedge.”
“For sure?” confirmed Jack, clicking away at his mouse.
“Yeah, I remember. But, don’t pick up all of it, you won’t have room in your pack left.” you explained further “Utilize the space as much as you can so that you can pick up things like torch batteries. Yes, you will need them in the third map; second half.”
Mark seemed to be confused for a second, peering into his camera lens “Have you played through this before?” he asked.
“No.” you answered “You can just assume, because in that map, the only places to ‘hide’ in are the forest caves. Which are dark.”
Mark and Jack pushed out a chorus of ‘oh’s and thanked you heartily. Felix and yourself laughed, and you allowed yourself to glance at the chat once again.
“Should we take maybe five minutes to read over some things in the chat?” you suggested. The three boys agreed.
“Suuure thing.” sang Sean. Quickly, he leaned back in his chair and stretched himself fully; making inhuman groans with his mouth. You winced quaintly and chuckled.
“Uhhhmmm..” Mark sounded uncomfortable “these aren’t very appropriate.”
You were struck by confusion at first, offering your lens a childish look. You then checked, and read several comments in the below chat.
‘she’s pretty dumb for getting killed so easily lmao’
‘idiot move (Y/n)’
‘why girl’s shouldn’t play video games ^^^ they will get you killed smh’’
‘airheaded bitch wtf’
Well, shit. You wouldn’t have guessed people were still this immature. Have to admit though, you were a little peeved they totally bypassed everything you had just said.
“They mean me…” you mumbled half hearted.
“Yeah,” Felix said, sounding detached “they do.”
The four of you kind of sat in an uneasy silence. The chat slowed, some viewers even slightly apologizing.
‘yea and? now get her off the stream ffs’
Mark was the first to admit how rude that was, giving his camera lens an uneasy stare. Jack followed suit with a disapproving look- the kind that tore out the hearts of his viewers.
Felix- well Felix killed it. He went on a lengthy rant about how sexist the comment was and how much of a douche that made them for saying it.
He went full rage.
“Do you want to… continue the stream?” you mumbled, silently hoping they would say no. You were alright, just feeling a little defeated at the moment. You felt as though you couldn’t hold yourself in front of any audience any longer.
“Not really.” said Mark, still glaring at his camera “Not at all…”
“Not anymore, I don’t.” agreed Jack.
The atmosphere hung thickly around the situation. Countless times, viewers that were actually trying to enjoy the stream apologized for the words of the ignorant. You almost felt bad.
But not too bad when you reached up and shut down your stream recording camera.
Felix, Sean and Mark did the same.
Silence. The skype call and webcams remained.
“(Y/n) don’t be sad.” said Felix. He smiled at you.
You managed your own grin and told him you weren’t sad. Afterwards, you thanked him for standing up for you.
“Don’t be a sad pupper.” giggled Mark effortlessly. He was really, heavily worried. Though, the male wasn’t sure it came across in his voice.
“No, no I’m not sad… defeated maybe.” you clarified.
Felix was a little heart broken. You were one of his closest friends, he didn’t need to see- or hear you sound so… deflated.
“Well they are just fucking… fucking dickholes.” he demanded stiffly.
“I swear to god, if any other small brained, chapstick looking mother dickbag says one more thing, I’m moving to America and starting a rally.”
You laughed quietly at the Swede’s declaration “Mother dic-”
That made you at least chuckle a little, along side Jack and Mark. You were glad to be charmed by Mark’s deep falsetto of a laugh and Sean’s warm welcoming giggle.
“Hey hey don’t worry, she already lives by me. I’ll punch everyone in the face and then give her a hug.” stated Mark.
“I’ll regulate who can and cannot comment of her videos- only the very best may speak to her.” offered Jack, sounding proud.
You giggled some more, joined by the entire group.
“You guys are like my protection squad…” you uttered, filling with joy at an alarming rate.
“Well I mean,” said Jack.
“If we aren’t-” continued Felix, as he laughed.
“Who will be?” Mark finished, winking into his webcam.
“Only my three knights.”
I have given up on doing them in order. As long as I get them done so I can allow requests again, I’m fine
Ion and his best buds. You know a guy has unhuman strenght, when he can hold two grown up men on his shoulders, plus an uzi and rpg. This is quite heavy, but did he ever cared about that? No. Also, Matt can hold an rpg, but the kickback will knock him down for sure…
I was touching on this headcanon in fanfiction form earlier
but I want to make a regular textpost explaining it.
It occurred to me earlier how it’s a bit unusual that
Bakugou’s never burnt himself with his own quirk. Canon explains that his palms
have very thick skin that doesn’t burn easily, but considering explosions tend
to—ya know—explode, it’s still a bit
surprising he’s never burnt any other part of his body.
This got me thinking in a couple different directions. Perhaps
Bakugou’s trained himself to carefully position his body and limit his
firepower so as not to injure himself. Maybe when he was younger and stupider, experimenting
with the limit of his powers, he did burn
himself badly and has been keeping himself below that threshold ever since so
as not to burn himself ever again.
This was all sitting in “casual headcanon” territory until I
realized something that makes it all so, so much more complicated.
And that’s Deku.
Because Deku has done the opposite. Deku was incapable of moderating his quirk for so
long. He was harnessing incredible power, and yet leading his body to ruin in
order to do it.
And all the while Bakugou’s been trying to figure out how
Deku managed to surpass him.
Deku’s quirk is stronger than his, because Deku doesn’t hold
back. Deku gets himself injured when Bakugou doesn’t. Bakugou’s ability to
safely moderate his quirk looks like a positive skill until you throw Deku into the mix, and then try to figure out why Bakugou’s losing.
Bakugou’s reaction in episode 7 stands out to me, when Deku
explains the severe drawbacks of his quirk. Bakugou looks just, shocked,
devastated, like his world’s been shaken.
Maybe it’s because he just witnessed Deku do what he can never
push himself to do: injure himself for the sake of incredible power.
I’m not putting much stock in this being something canon
ever addresses. More like it’s something I find fascinating to think about in
the context of Bakugou’s character. It would torment him to know he can perform at a level far above his current
max output if he just embraced the physical backlash. Maybe he can’t make himself do it, the same way
you can’t force yourself to bite off your finger despite having the
jaw-strength for it. Like it’s a deeply ingrained, instinctual limit. The kind
of thing that would take horrifying amounts of willpower to overcome.
But Bakugou has seen Deku be endlessly rewarded for pushing
past this limit every time. Bodily injury seems to be working in Deku’s favor,
and Bakugou’s only getting more and more desperate to surpass him.
It leads me to envision a high-stakes battle, one the
villains are steadily winning, that ends with a single enormous explosion wiping
out the villain side entirely. And it leaves Bakugou at the center with third
degree burns covering half his body, blinking through tears and yelling “What? Did you think Deku was the only one
who could do this!?”
Can you tell us about your favorite writers and books, please? Your writing is the light!
Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi
Two sisters, separated before they even have a chance to remember the other. One is sold into slavery, the other becomes a slave-owner’s wife. Every chapter is written from the perspective of one of their descendants, spanning three generations and hundreds of years, crossing continents, beginning in Africa at the onset of slavery and taking us all the way to modern day America. The true glory of this book is that you only hear from each character once and yet you are no less emotionally invested in them.
The writing is mesmerising, brutal; full of softness, and of spit. Fire and water - as the book references - fire and water, come together.
The Third Life of Grange Copeland - Alice Walker
Everyone reads The Color Purple (and rightfully so), but in my opinion, this is Walker’s better book. It follows three generations of a poor black family in the American South. It’s set after the abolition of slavery, when it was no longer legal, but the effects of it were still felt by black men and the black women they often took their feelings of powerlessness out on. It gives us ugly, brutal, abusive black male characters and without asking us to forgive them, makes us understand the cycle that made them so callous. Brilliant.
A Girl is a Half-formed Thing - Eimear McBride
Gutting. Like being suffocated within the narrator’s head. Written in an off-the-cuff stream-of-consciousness type style. It follows the life of a young woman who experiences a myriad of traumas. I have never felt such stifling second-hand grief, and for a fictional character at that. Devastating, perverse, and hard to stomach, but one of the most worthwhile reads in recent years.
Grief is the Thing with Feathers - Max Porter
A book without a genre. A mix of poetry, prose, and even drama. A semi-autobiographical account of a man left to struggle with his grief after his wife passes, leaving him to raise their two young sons. The most original format I’ve ever seen in a book. Heart-rending, darkly comic, and entirely absurd at times.
White Oleander - Janet Fitch
One of the most poetic novels I’ve ever read. A young girl navigates a series of foster homes while her mother is in prison for having killed her partner. Something about this book feels like leaving candy floss to melt on your tongue. The character of the mother manages to be simultaneously alluring and disgusting. As a reader, we buy into the enigma of her; we desire her; we almost forgive her. And we watch as Astrid, the daughter, emulates some of her mother’s mistakes, and makes some of her own. We watch her suffer, grieve, fuck, and start to bite back.
A/N: Here it is you guys! The Epilogue! *cries historically* I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story! It’s my first series and y'all are hella awesome for all the positivity!! 😭❤ Pls excuse any misspelling! And most of all, enjoy! - Delilah ❤
“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed. “Mr. Barnes requests your presence in his room.”
You couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face. Bucky and you were an official couple now, and you couldn’t help but feel as though the world was twice the better place than before. You’d never say it out loud, but you were falling for him. And you were falling hard.
Giving Friday a subtle okay, you made your way down the corridors to Bucky’s room. As you walked, the memories of your drunken endeavors replayed in your mind. In some weird way, you had Tony to thank. If he hadn’t have stumbled upon Let’s Pretend, you and Bucky wouldn’t be in the very happy relationship that you were currently in.
Opening the door, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend on his bed, the laptop once again on his lap. He grinned at the sight of you and patted the empty space on the bed beside him. He looked so handsome it was almost painful.
“What’s up?” You ask, sliding into the space and throwing an arm over his middle. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at the glowing screen.
“The fans are going psychotic over the videos,” he says, peering down at you with a smile. And he was right. The video had been posted two days ago and the entire site was losing their minds. The three videos were released at the same time, but of course, the real one was the highest in views.
The fans were literally divided. The first half argued that the first video was real because of the subliminal messages (even though there were none). The other half believed that the third video was real, based on the fact that instead of the usual background, the video took place in a swimming pool; thankfully they were wrong as well.
Now the third half, those were the smart ones. Instead of looking at the whole plot, they noticed small details. Like how Bucky’s hair was shorter the last time he wore the 40’s uniform. Why would he have longer hair? Why couldn’t one of the girls shapeshift him with short hair?
Another huge giveaway was your tattoo on your hip. You hadn’t told anyone that you had it, even your close friends didn’t know. So when the fans caught a glimpse of the small heart on your hip, it raised some eyebrows.
But despite all of the solid evidence, the fans were certain it was real, not because of the physicality, but the chemistry. You and Bucky were in love and it only made sense that your first time would be rather passionate. In the previous videos, it was mostly sexual playfulness between your characters. But when they saw the way your eyes stared into Bucky’s with pure passion and the way he made you orgasm so hard that you cried, they instantly knew.
The comment section was an adorable war zone.
“@NuggetQueenxx no it’s the first vid! Her hair is darker!!”
“U guyz r hella dumb. It’s totes vid #3. Bucky’s dick is bigger!”
“Guys trust me, I’m THE Y/N expert! It’s the second video.”
“It’s the second vid y'all! Look @ how he kisses her! They never kiss!!!!”
“@WhiskeyxPrincess I SAID THE SAME THING OMG!”
“It’s definitely the third one. Bucky’s arm looks shinier!”
“Nah the first one is real. My friend knows them! (;“
You and Bucky continued scrolling through the comments, giggling like children at the crazed fans. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t reach out to them. If word got out that The Winter Soldier and Y/N Y/L/N had a sextape, no one would take the Avengers seriously anymore.
Not to mention, your family would be extremely disappointed in you. And Tony would be there cackling like a crow through all of it.
You felt Bucky press a tender kiss onto your forehead.
“At least we look hot,” he says cheekily, making you both erupt in laughter.
A week later, Bucky’s in Tony’s lab getting his usual repairs for his arm. Everything was going great, until Tony brought up his beloved missing camera that he had mysteriously stumbled upon in his old room.
Bucky nearly fell off the chair. He must’ve forgotten it after moving out of his room. You both decided that he should keep the camera, as he’d be suspected less. Everyone always suspected you when it came down to missing stuff and you never knew why.
“Maybe you left it there?” Bucky murmured. He needed to stay calm. Maybe he hadn’t seen it yet, and all Bucky need to do was sneak back in there later and delete it. Problem solved! No need to lose his head ye-
“I found a rather interesting video on there,” Tony says with a smirk as he tinkered with the super soldier’s arm. “Care to elaborate on that?”
Oh God, Y/N was going to murder him.
“I don’t know what your talking about,” Bucky meant for it to be a plain statement, but instead it came out like a question. A very squeaky question.
It’s as if life had a personal vendetta against him. Of all the people to need assistance from Tony, Steve walked in, broken iPhone in hand with a small sheepish smile. This was the fourth time cracking his screen.
“Speak of the devil,” Tony smirked. “Bucky here was just telling me about the ol’ war days.”
Steve cocked his head to the side curiously and eyed his best friend. “Oh really? You’re memories are getting better, Buck.” He pats his friend on the shoulder and pulls up one of the metal stools.
“Yeah! He was telling me about the time you got shot up and the nearest hospital was like….ten years away, haha!”
Steve followed Tony’s laugh with his own. “You’re gonna have to be more specific about that,” he says. “It’s happened more than I can count.”
Tony let out a cackle, clapping his hands together. Bucky was never going to get out of this. Why did life hate him so much? This is not what he had in mind when it came to karma. Death by humiliation sounded like an inane way to go.
“Well, from this particular story, a LOT happened after that, if you catch my drift.” The black haired man said with a wink. Bucky covered his face with his hands in shame.
Steve, being the pure angel he was, was completely oblivious to the innuendo. He stared at his friend, trying to recall the many near death experiences that ended in anything peculiar. But alas, he found none.
“I’m not following,” Steve admitted after a pregnant pause. Bucky let out a sigh of despair.
“You know what,” Tony says, walking to his toolbox and digging around. “I think this’ll help refresh your memory a bit.” In his hand, was THE camera that Bucky and Y/N used for the video.
“YOU KNOW WHAT,” Bucky exclaimed as he stood from the chair and began to drag Steve away. “I FORGOT WE HAD TRAINING!”
Steve wiggled in his friend’s grasp, grabbing onto various things in an attempt to make him stop. What had gotten into his friend?
“What the hell is going on?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.
The three men freeze, staring at you with wide eyes. Tony didn’t plan on having this conversation with you present, but now he had no choice. He might’ve been a egotistical little shit, but he was certainly not a whimp.
You narrowed your eyes at him.
Okay, maybe he was a little bit.
“Tony was just trying to show me this video Bucky made for me, but he won’t let me see.” Steve replied, straightening himself up.
Your eyes widened when you saw the camera in Tony’s hand. “It’s really nothing, Steve!” You tried your best to convince him. “Like, really. Nothing.”
“Oh, it’s definitely SOMETHING.” Tony chimed in.
You shot Bucky a panicked glance, trying to fight the urge to cry. You just KNEW Tony would do something with it. He might go as far as posting it on the Stark Industries website, because that’s right up his alley.
The sound of metal being crushed broke you from your trance. Bucky had grabbed the camera from Tony’s hand and slammed it into the floor, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.
“WHAT THE FUCK, BARNES!” He shouted, his face turning an angry scarlet.
Without another word, Bucky had scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, running as fast as he could out of the lab. The last thing you heard was Tony’s angry swears and threats.
Impressively, Bucky didn’t let you down until you both were in the safety of your shared room with the door locked. He set you on the bed gently before plopping beside you with a satisfied sigh.
You turned to him and gave him a small smack on his behind, making him jump. He frowned, turning his head and looking at you.
“I told you like ten times to pack the camera!” You pouted, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, propping himself up on his elbow. “You know how forgetful I can be.”
You roll your eyes playfully and run your hands through his hair. He leaned into your touch, putting softly.
“You know,” you say. “We could always make videos on our phones. No one will find those.”
His eyes flew open in surprise, making you laugh.
“You promise?” He asks adorably.
Steve and Natasha stared at the purple fluorescent background of Let’sPretend.com. Their eyes trailed over video after video of the pair. But what caught their attention the most was a certain video in particular.
“Captain America Gets A Fourth of July Blowjob By Black Widow!”
The thumbnail was a picture of Natasha with her finger on her lips in a shushing motion. She was dressed in only a bikini with little American flags printed on them, the top was a few sizes too small and barely covered her nipples. She was kneeling seductively in front of a semi nude Steve, who was wearing only the same white cotton briefs from before.
And dare she say it, they looked hot.
The blond took her silence as a sign of discomfort, to which he let out a small cough, gaining her attention.
“I-I’m sorry if this is too weird,” he says, reaching for the laptop, only to be stopped by Nat.
She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer, ghosting her lips against his.
“You’ve got two minutes, Cap. When get back here I want you on your hands and knees. Got it?” She asks, her eyes burning with desire.
Steve’s eyes widened at her sudden dominance before nodding, his erection already forming a tent in his gray sweatpants.
For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels, each delved into the hill, and about each was set a wall, and in each was a gate. But the gates were not set in a line: the Great Gate in the City wall was at the east point of the circuit, but the next faced half south, and the third half north, and so to and fro upwards; so the paved way that climbed toward the citadel turned this way and that and then that across the face of the hill.
Well, if I’m not updating with arts, I can update with costume stuff. This is just the test for the tattoo and as you can see it could have maybe possibly gone a bit better. The first section was a mild to moderate disaster (may it rest in peace), I manhandled the crap out of the second piece, but by the third section I had half an idea what I was doing. So I’m pretty sure by the time I’m doing the real thing I can make it look alright. I only have props and the knees left, with some final touches on the fabric bits, but the knees are easily going to be the hardest to try and make work. I’m currently holding out hope that I might get done with time to spare. 8[
ALSO, I have managed to get over half done with the lines for the next sassy Zenyatta comic in between everything. Been a busy as all hell couple of weeks, but I am somehow making progress on all the things.
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Trigger Warning: attempted sexual assault (very minimal)
You and Jack were never actually dating. You were sure of your feelings for him and he was of his own, but both of you always found a way of skirting around the essential conversation. Maybe you were both afraid to put a label on it. Maybe you feared rejection. Maybe he feared commitment. Either way, you were both dancing on the line between friends and a little bit more.
Nights out weren’t exactly your thing. You only went because it meant spending time with Jack, not to mention the feeling you got when he stared at you not-so-discreetly in whatever party dress you were wearing. You couldn’t pass up on seeing that heart-eyed look you always got from him.
You and the boys were going from club to club, most of them getting drunker with each new place. By the time you got to your third club, half the boys couldn’t even stand up straight on the dance floor (but, what was new?). All night, you had been feeling a little off. While you were usually able to calm your anti-social nerves with booze and a bit of slow breathing, tonight you were struggling. More than once a stranger grabbed your ass without anyone noticing, and you were sure you had counted at least three men cat calling you as you walked from place to place. You were feeling more uncomfortable than usual, but you didn’t want to be the party pooper of the group.
So, you powered on.
After a while, you shouted to the boys that you were going to use the loo and they waved you off, too engrossed in their drinks or their girls to say much else. You laughed at their typical 20-something-year-old male behavior and pushed your way through the crowd to use the bathroom.
Once you got out, you felt like the crowd had somehow gotten bigger, or the club much smaller. As much as you wanted to be strong and stay there all night like the guys surely had planned, you were ready to go home- even if that meant leaving all of them there.
You had only taken a few steps when a hand grabbed your arm. “Well look at you sexy,” the guy smirked at you. “You might be the nicest piece of ass I’ve seen all night.” You tried to walk away, but the guy was not having it. “What, can’t you speak?” he asked. When you didn’t say anything, his smirk turned into a frown. “Aren’t you going to take my compliment?”
“It’s not a compliment to grab my arm and call me a nice piece of ass,” you suddenly snapped back.
Clearly that was not the right move, as the guy immediately pushed you up against the nearest wall. “You know, I do always like a fighter,” he muttered, his lips so close to yours. You turned your head, appalled by the alcohol on his breath and terrified at the situation you were in. How was no one intervening? You were right by the bathrooms. People had been walking past you this whole time, but no one stepped in. You were sure you were about to be assaulted right there in that club but everyone around you was taking shots and dancing to the music like you were invisible.
You felt his hand on your upper thigh, inching under your dress closer and closer to your panties. You tried to push him, squirm out of his grasp, but he was much stronger than you were. As a last resort, you opened your mouth to scream, but he covered it with his hand. “Might have to take you out back,” he grumbled.
“The hell you will!”
It was Jack who ripped the guy away from you. You thought that would be it, but Jack’s fist immediately connected with the guy’s jaw. He stumbled back a bit and took a swing at Jack who was hit hard in the nose. “Jack!” you shrieked. You attempted to take a step closer but he stuck his arm out to stop you.
“Don’t!” he ordered. “You’re gonna get hurt.”
“Not as bad as you will, mate,” the guy said, wiping some blood from his chin. “I don’t like it when guys like you come in like you’re all high and mighty and take girls away from me. I was about to fuck this one hard. Til she couldn’t walk. Til her throat was raw from screaming. What do you think about that, huh?”
Just like that, the last string seemed to break inside of Jack. He pushed the guy up against the wall and punched him again in the face. He kept punching and punching, only occasionally getting swung at by his opponent. The guy was clearly losing. “Don’t, touch, my, girlfriend!” Jack shouted in between punches.
“He’s gonna kill him,” you heard someone mutter behind you. And while that person was exaggerating, it was clear that Jack had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Not unless you stopped him.
“Jack,” you said, taking a courageous step up to him and laying a hand on his shoulder. He relaxed immediately and turned to face you. “Let’s go, okay? Leave him. He’s not worth it anymore.” Jack looked back at the guy who was now slumped up against the wall, then looked back at you and nodded.
The two of you got an Uber back to Jack’s place. As soon as you walked in, you took your heels off and headed into the kitchen. You got a washcloth and ran it under cold water, then looked for something in the freezer that would suffice as an ice pack. As soon as you grabbed a bag of ice that was in there, Jack put his hand on your arm causing you to jump away from him and drop the ice on the floor.
You took a shaky breath. “Sorry,” you said, laughing off how embarrassed you were. “Just a little off I guess.”
“(Y/N) are you alright?” he asked, helping you pick up the ice you had spilled.
“I’m fine,” you said, trying to keep your voice sounding firm. “Let’s take care of you, Mr. Fight-Starter.”
“He started a fight the minute he touched you,” Jack said defensively. You just smiled lightly, finished up what you were doing in the kitchen, then took his hand, making him walk with you to the couch where you both sat. You held his face in your hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the washcloth. It looked like he would be getting a black eye- if not two- but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him that. “Is it broken?” he asked you, wincing as you touched his nose.
“I don’t think so,” you told him. “Ice it tonight and then if it’s still really bad tomorrow, we’ll take you in.”
You had filled a Ziploc bag of ice and cold water and held it out to Jack so he could hold it on his nose. Instead, Jack took the ice from you, put it on the table, and took your head in his hands. Within seconds, he pressed his lips to yours. You were breathless, so shocked at his actions that it took you a moment to kiss him back. But when you did, you could feel him smile as he pulled you closer to him and kissed you harder.
Quickly though, Jack winced back as your nose touched his. “Sorry,” you said immediately, pulling back and grabbing the ice again. “Here. You need this.” Jack was still smiling as he put the ice to his nose.
“Not exactly how I imagined this moment,” he chuckled.
“Me either,” you said, brushing some hair behind your ear with a flustered smile. You looked down at your hands and quickly noticed Jack’s; bruised and battered from a fight for you. You took his free hand in yours and brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles gently.
“Hey,” Jack whispered. You looked up at him, his hand still enclosed in yours. “I- I’m so sorry I let you go alone. I should’ve walked with you. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Let me finish,” he said calmly. “Seeing that guy and what he was trying to do to you, it scared me so much. Yeah, you’re my best friend, but that made me fully realize that you mean even more to me than that. You know I don’t usually fight like that, but something just came over me. I just,” he paused. He put the ice pack back on the table again and put his hand on your cheek.
“I don’t anyone to touch you. Not some creepy guy in a club and not some other guy you decide to call your boyfriend or a one night stand or whatever. The idea of you not being mine, of someone else except me being able to touch you, it makes me so mad. So when I stopped him from assaulting you, that was me, you know, doing the right thing. But when I couldn’t stop beating the shit out of him, that was me thinking of him or anyone else touching you in ways I should be.”
Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, casting his head down and pulling away from you a bit. “I love you,” you said to him. He looked up, his eyes a little brighter than they were before. When he didn’t say anything, you laid a hand on his cheek. “I love you,” you repeated, “so much.”
“I love you too,” he said with a small smile. “God, so much (Y/N).”
Until then, you and Jack were never really dating and you would never quite understand why it had to take a fight in a bar to bring you two together. And sure, there were a million other- probably better- ways you two could’ve confessed your feelings, but this was how it had happened.
You didn’t just cross the line into a little bit more. You jumped.