you never apologized for everything that you ever put me through and you probably didn’t even notice any of it because people usually don’t notice things they dont care about, and thats what I was to you. I was just another person that existed, I was just another person that made you feel like you were worth something.
All you ever did was make me feel incomplete. I’d look at myself for hours until I could no longer recognize anything in trying to figure out why you don’t love me in the way I put love into you.
And even if you didn’t love me in that way, why couldn’t you at least be a good damn friend.
but you never gave me a thing. and I used to stay up at night trying to convince myself that you cared about me when I knew damn well you never did.
I always knew what I was to you but I tried to ignore it for so long, I convinced myself otherwise because when you know that the person that you love, does not even give a damn about you something inside you shuts off and I couldn’t deal with that and I didn’t want to accept that so I kept trying to see something that was never there.
I think thats what destroyed me in the end, knowing the reality of what we were but trying to look past that and find something that wasn’t there.
I was looking for so long, I got lost and forgot what I was looking for.
and I forgive you.
I forgive you for all of it, I forgive you for the nights I stayed up crying because you chose her. I forgive you for leaving and then coming back just so you could leave all over again. I forgive you for the things that you said when you and i both knew you didn’t mean them. and I forgive you for using me to try and fill the hole that she left in you. I forgive you for using me as a fix for your confidence because throughout everything all I ever saw was how great you are, and all you ever did was feed of that.
and now I forgive myself.
I forgive myself for everything that I put myself through. I forgive myself for letting myself believe that you really were the greatest part of me. I forgive myself for loving you when you weren’t worth a damn thought.
because after stepping away, I see it all so clearly now. After I accepted what I really was to you, everything else made more sense.
I destroyed myself in loving you and for that I am so sorry but when I say I forgive you, I mean I forgive myself, I forgive giving so much of myself to someone that didn’t care how my day was going. I forgive myself for all the hurt I endured.
I have to let go, and to do that I need to forgive.
Sudden– like stale cigarettes and pale girls that didn’t know how to love so they pick guys that’ll help the days go by. Cold– airy like your breath, but we never got to kiss, I can still feel my fingers trace your spine, another letter about not being able to call you mine, baby, I love you just isn’t enough and it’s no longer true, but the truth is some dead part of me is still fucking in love with you and we’ve changed. Stitches– words still tremble through my voice, I can’t look at myself and I hate myself, secrets etched into my skull. I think about every night, but you’ll never know. Fuck the metaphors, I’ll just live a little. Fuck the time, when you’re living in your prime– life is such a strange event. How many days will fly by as I’m missing you tonight? Stretch– like the way you held my gaze for longer than a second, I love this month, I hate this month, I love you much, I hate you much, I hate myself, still learning how to love myself. Trust– you tore through my heart first, it’s only right that I do the fucking same. An eye for an eye and love is truly blinding. I hate you to the point of exhaustion, I just want it to go away. I love you to the point of nonexistence, no wonder I miss you when I’m sinking into my depression. Oceans– you used to hold my thoughts into a bag, asthma attacks will decaying lungs, it’s the only way that I know how to love. Kiss me until it hurts or don’t kiss me at all. Sex– summer dresses and moonlight sonatas, fucking until the sun finishes its love letters to the moon. The myth is a lie. The moon doesn’t only show up during the night. You’re just not paying attention to the little details that is us. And we’ve changed. Flimsy– paper heart of mine, like you ran into my hands and didn’t want to let go, origami soul with a hint of watercolor tears– shit, I can still hear your voice when the rain whispers lightning and thunder into the middle of December and I’ll die a lonely death some day, we came into this world naked and alone, crying those sad little tears won’t get us anywhere. Reprieve– like the love that we had wasn’t enough, so we had to look for it somewhere else. Love– like it was supposed to end, like you knew it was going to end, and like how it ended– I wanted a happy ending, but I’ll take a sad tale that doesn’t have a princess. I’ll take the champion with his steel sword and fire proof shield melted into his flesh. At least he died for something. At least he didn’t hold his breath when he said that he loved you. Not like how I could. No, never that. Poetry– I don’t need this, I just want the depth. Prose– keep it into my palms, one love letter at a time, one broken heart lost in the sands of time. Fuck– my favorite word.
A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!! 10k words
Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”
“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.
Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.
“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.
Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”
After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: I was actually going to make this part longer but decided to just end it all with a little fluff. I’m also really surprised at how much attention this imagine is getting, I honestly didn’t expect that. But I’m glad you all like it!If you want to be tagged, just tell me and I will gladly do so. I also never proofread my shit so bear with me, I’ll proofread tomorrow and fix the mistakes tomorrow as well.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” You repeated when you realized that the pancake was burning. “Shit!” You cursed and searched for a fan to get the smoke and smell out of the kitchen.
Through violent coughs, you found a control system in the kitchen. It had various buttons but the one you pressed was labeled “Ventilation.” The smoke got sucked up through a vent above the stove. Once it was all clear, you were left with a burnt pancake. A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed the burnt pastry into the garbage.
By the time Bucky walked into the kitchen, you had whipped up five pancakes, bacon, egg and a fruit salad. You yourself had a full belly and all you needed to do was change out of your pajamas.
“Morning, doll,” He greeted.
You didn’t acknowledge the pet name he had given you. Instead, you returned the greeting. “Hey, Buck. How’d you sleep?”
“Turns out, a designer couch isn’t the best thing to sleep on,” He ran his fingers through his loose brown locks before sitting on the island. “You made breakfast?”
You nodded and set the plate and bowl in front of him, “I hope you like strawberries.”
He smiled, “Thanks, Y/N.”
“No problem, least I could do after you agreed to tag along, lend me your shirt and sleep on the couch.” You began cleaning up the kitchen.
“This is amazing,” Bucky said referring to the pancakes.
You smiled, “I should get dressed. Busy day and we need to take some sort of food to the barbecue.”
“Pizza!” He called.
“Uncle Matt is already bringing that,” You shouted back. “Think of something more original!”
You arrived at the beach with a bucket of fried chicken. Bucky smiled in triumph as he held a bag of gummy worms and was happily chewing away. He raised a gummy to your face and tapped the candy worm on your closed lips.
“Open your mouth, goddamnit Y/N,” He muttered.
You laughed and he threw the candy in your mouth. You nearly choked, but successfully chewed on the worm. “Watch my Aunts are gonna give me shit for not cooking anything.”
Bucky carried the bucket of chicken with his flesh arm and wrapped his metal one around your waist before pulling you close. You mirrored the affection and rested your head on his bicep.
“You’re so good at this,” You whispered.
“Of course I am,” He planted a kiss on your forehead and you felt almost sad that his lips didn’t press against yours. Don’tget attached Y/N, you told yourself.
The volleyball net was already set up. A few of your cousins were in the middle of a game. Sports had always been your family’s thing. Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings were all .masters at one or two sport. It was no shock that you the first person to absolutely despise sports. Mainly because the last time you played a game with your family, you ended up with a black eye and various bruises. No doubt with your years of training you were able to kick ass, but you were still a bit weary.
“You’re just in time for the game,” Your sister Erika smiled.
Bucky joined your Mother near the table where all the food was. He set down the bucket and your Mom started up a conversation.
You let our a humorless laugh, “It’s a no for me.”
“C'mon Y/N!” Your brother Jay persuaded.
“I said no,” You shot back.
He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head, “Still have a stick up your ass, I can see.”
It took every ounce of strength you had to refrain from putting Jay in a tight headlock and force him to take his comment back. Instead, you glared at him, “Fuck you.”
You stomped away and approached your mother, who was laughing with Bucky. She saw you and smiled, “Y/N, dear.” She noticed your murderous glare that was now softening. Your mother sighed. “Don’t let them get to you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and glided away to one of your cousins who had a baby at hand.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, concern written all over his features.
“My siblings,” You mumbled.
He pulled you into his embrace and you found comfort within his arms. You weren’t sure if it was because you have a lack of affection, but your found yourself blushing each time his fingers made contact with your skin.
“Well if it isn’t Little Miss Butt-shine.”
You gritted your teeth and turned to face your Aunt Betty who didn’t seem fond of the scene that was before her eyes.
“Ease up on the PDA, this is a beach, not a brothel.” She pushed past you and Bucky before grabbing herself an empty plate.
“We’re hugging,” You snapped at her. “But I don’t expect you to know anything about PDA, considering the fact that you haven’t had a man in over 15 years.”
Aunt Betty stopped serving herself food. You knew you had her by the throat. She glared at you and Bucky stifled a laugh. “Watch it, Y/N.”
You raised an eyebrow and stood up straight to indicate that you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.
The glaring contest would’ve continued if Bucky didn’t decide to intervene. He stepped between the two of you and nearly carried you away. You huffed in anger as he sat you down on a chair. He chuckled at your state.
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” He said.
“That woman knows how to piss me off,” you mumbled under your breath and continued to glare at Aunt Betty who was now laughing away with one of your Uncles.
“Hey,” Bucky grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye. “Listen to me.” There wasn’t any harshness that lingered in his voice, but you knew that you had to listen to what he was about to say. “Don’t let them get to you. At the end of the day, they’re not the ones that get to say that they’re an Avenger. You have that privilege.”
He was right. Of course, he was right. You thought that you’d be the one to comfort Bucky throughout the week, turns out it’d be the other way around.
“Now let’s eat, cause I’m hungry again and that Chicken Alfredo looks really good.” He stood up.
You smiled, “Aunt Hazel makes the best food.”
“Will they notice?” Bucky asked.
“Unlikely,” You replied and started backing away from the crowd.
A bonfire blazed in the middle. A few members of your family sat around it. Others were playing an intense game of volleyball. All the attention was glued to the game. The sun was long gone. The moon now replaced it. Stars sprinkled the velvet sky but were hardly visible near the light of the orange flame.
You broke into a jog. Bucky ran beside you. Occasionally, you looked behind you to see how far you were. When the bonfire was nothing but a mere orange speck, you came to a halt. Without warning, you collapsed on the sand and dug your fingers into the earth. Bucky knelt next to you and softly rubbed your back. For a sweet moment, you were indulged in silence. The only sound was the waves serenading you with its soothing music.
You sat up and Bucky pulled you to his side. Your head lolled to the side until it rested against his broad shoulder. Bucky took your hand and you sat there, with your fingers intertwined with his and your eyes shut. Dread settled onto your shoulders. You wanted to leave. To go back home. To the Avengers facility. With Steve, Sam, Wanda, and the others. To those endless nights of you, Sam and Wanda watching Disney movies. Always crying when Mufasa died in TheLionKing. Those mornings in which you trained hard with Natasha, learning new techniques. Painting with Steve, browning frustrated when you couldn’t blend the colors correctly. At least they respected you.
“Do you want to go back to the house?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.
You nodded, not trusting your voice to carry out words. He stood and helped you up. As soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled and Bucky was quick to catch you. You felt so weak, so small. Bucky carried you away from the shore.
Your spirits were lifted once you reached the house. Being away from your family made your soul mellow again. You returned to your usual smiley self. Bucky noticed this, he too smiled at your state.
It was only 11 PM, but you were exhausted. Although you resisted, Bucky helped you into the house. You didn’t bother going towards the lounge and closing all the curtains. At the point you didn’t care, no one would look into them anyways. You changed out of your clothes and into the Pink Floyd shirt. When you walked into the bathroom, Bucky was standing over the sink. His bare back was facing you. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips and you sucked in a breath.
He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He gave you a sly smile as you approached him and reached for your toothbrush. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you as you got ready for bed. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was one of relaxation.
“Goodnight doll,” Bucky said.
“Night Bucky,” You smiled and watched as he left the bathroom.
You sighed and remained in the bathroom for a few seconds. You gripped the sides of the sink and took in a deep breath before entering the bedroom. The lights turned off behind you as you climbed into bed. You tugged the sheets up to your chin and shivered, though it wasn’t cold. The bed felt too big for you. It felt like you were in a sea of loneliness.
“Bucky?” You said aloud. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” He replied from the other side of the wall.
“Can you,” You paused. “Can you come sleep in here? Please.”
Silence followed. Seconds passed and dread began settling onto you once again. The sound of footsteps made you perk up. You lifted your head and with the moonlight, you were able to spot Bucky. He was walking towards you. A shirt now covered his torso. You scooted to one side and let Bucky climb into bed, under the sheets with you.
“Are you cold?” He asked.
“No,” You said. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”
You weren’t surprised when Bucky pulled you close to him. Without hesitation, you snuggled up next to him and relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat. He rubbed circles on his shoulder using his thumb.
“You’ll never be alone doll. Not when I’m here,” He said. Bucky held you until you fell asleep.
The very lovely @thesilverqueenlady sent me a prompt ages ago asking for something Hannigram to the tune of “You gotta put your heart into it! no. no, not literally– not your actual– no. how did you even manage to get that. is it even yours. put that. away. back. put it back”. This very lightly uses the prompt as a springboard to discussion of the heart, both physically and metaphorically.
"I rip your still beating heart from your chest and toss it to the
ground, just as you have done to mine,“ Will mutters as he plunges his
hand into the victim’s body cavity and grasps the heart. "You do not
deserve to be elevated into art. You-”
“Well, they say to put your heart into your work.”
Zeller’s voice yanked Will out of his imagination, like a fish jerked
out of the water by the hook and left gasping on dry land. Will ran a
hand over his face. Not for the first time that day, he wished Hannibal
were there to back him up. But Hannibal was back in Baltimore, tending
to his wounds, and Will was stuck in blood splattered house.
There had been a Sweetest Day massacre, because of course someone had
to decide they couldn’t wait until February to go off the rails. Three
bodies laid in the living room of the home, each with hearts forcibly
ripped from their chests and pinned to the floorboards with knives.
Price knelt on the floor before Will as he photographed one.
“Yeah, but not literally,” Price said.
“Check this out,” Zeller held out a fourth heart, already bagged and
tagged for removal to the lab, beneath Price’s nose. Price turned an
ugly shade of grey.
“Ugh, where did you get that?”
“The kitchen. And get this, no body to match it, no knife, nothing like the others.”
“Well put it back,” Price complained. “You know, I’ve always found it
funny that out of all the bodily organs we could choose from, the heart
is the one that ended up as a symbol of love.”
After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up aplan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: leT ME TELL YOU this was longer than expected, but you guys love this story so much so ya’ll will enjoy it. Smut chapter is next and I’m rolling up my sleeves on it. If you want to be tagged just ask and if I forgot you, (because people are constantly asking to be tagged so I forget a few people) I do apologize
The light poured in through the open windows. You squinted at the rays and pulled the duvet over your head. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist. He groaned and buried his head in the pillow. His grip tightened on your hips but quickly loosened. You were about to fall asleep once again when your phone rang. An annoyed moan escaped your lips. You turned and reached over Bucky’s torso to grab your phone.
“Hullo,” Your voice rough.
“Y/N did I wake you?” Your Mother asked.
“No,” You lied, “I was just….making breakfast."
"I see,” You knew that she was smiling. You could practically hear it through the phone. “Tomorrow is the gala. You know the one that your Father’s company hosts each year. I’d like for you to come. It would be your first time.”
The charity gala happens every year. All of your Father’s coworkers and bosses, get together for some drinking, eating and mingling. There is even an auction. Women and men volunteer to be auctioned off as dates and all the money goes to charity. The idea of being auctioned off makes you think of slavery, but other people think differently because the money goes to charity. Nonetheless, the idea puts a bad taste in your mouth.
“I don’t know,” You said. “I don’t even have a dress.”
“That’s okay! Your sister and I are going dress shopping today.” You winced, knowing there was no excuse to get out of this one. “We’ll pick you up at around 2 PM, be ready by then, Erika doesn’t like waiting.”
You gave her the address to the house and hung up. Your shoulders slumped and let your phone fall onto the bed before settling back under the sheets.
“Who was that?” Bucky asked.
“My Mother,” You mumbled. “We have to go to a charity gala tomorrow.”
“Dress code?” He questioned.
“Formal of course,” You said. “You’re gonna need a suit.”
You and Bucky have been to enough formal parties, galas, and other occasions to know the routine. Thanks to Tony, who had probably gone to more galas than you can count. Fortunately, back when you were a teen you weren’t able to go because it’s 18+. Now, you’re over the age restriction which means that your Mother is ecstatic to have her whole family there.
“Is your entire family going?” He asked.
“Nope,” You were relieved. Your Aunts never went, mainly because they all have children that were under 15, so there was no one to care for them.
“Are you going out?”
“Yes,” You sighed. “Mother wants to go dress shopping. Call Tony, maybe he can recommend a tailor or tell you where the nearest Men’s Warehouse is.” You patted his chest and pushed yourself off the bed.
“I’ll be back later, Bucky,” You called and adjusted the strap of your small backpack.
He nodded and pecked your lips, knowing that your sister and Mother were watching. “Tony hired this specialist, they’re gonna get me fitted for a suit.”
“Make sure it’s a black tie,” You added as you walked away from the door.
“Y/N, Bucky is good-looking and rich? You hit the jackpot!” Your sister exclaimed when you entered the car.
“This is Mr. Stark’s home. Not Bucky’s,” You snorted at her comment.
The store you went to, was in Hollywood of course. It was a very expensive store and you certainly weren’t rich. Beautiful gowns were lined up on racks along the walls. A clerk approached the three of you.
“Welcome, ladies, how may I help you today?” She asked.
“We’re looking for evening gowns,” Your mother said.
“Event?” The woman asked.
“Gala,” Erika intervened.
“Right this way.” You followed her further into the store until you reached back section where even more dresses were waiting to be picked. You began a search for your own dress. Very lazily, you eyed each dress you touched. In reality, you didn’t know what you were looking for. You didn’t know what color, what design.
“See anything you like?” Erika asked. You shook your head as she took out a dress and motioned for the clerk to put it in her dressing room.
“Would you ladies like some champagne?” A different clerk asked.
You smiled and gladly took a glass from the tray she held. Erika on the other hand refused. She wrinkled her nose, “I absolutely despise that stuff.”
“You’re no fun,” You mumbled as you threw your head back and guzzled down the strong liquid. The next half hour you walked around the store, with your glass in hand and your mind not there. You didn’t want to be here, but here you sadly were.
When it was your mother’s turn to try on her dresses, you and Erika sat down on the provided couch while she got into her first gown. You had lost count of a number of champagne glasses you had consumed, yet you continued to request a refill.
“So Y/N,” Your sister began. “How’s Bucky in bed?”
You nearly spit out your champagne. Instead, you choked on the liquid and coughed violently. “Did Betty put you up to this?” You eyed her.
She shook her head, “Can’t I ask? It’s not like I didn’t tell you the first time David and I had sex.”
“Yes and I am forever grateful for that valuable information,” You said sarcastically. The last time you had sex, was in a one night stand. You certainly weren’t going to tell her that.
Your mother tried on all four of her dresses. After ten minutes of arguing, all three of you came to a conclusion that dress number 2 was the better choice. Your sister was next. She jumped up excitedly and waltzed into the dressing rooms. You leaned back and ran your finger over the rim of the glass.
“Are you okay Y/N?” Your Mom asked.
You were pulled out of your daze and turned to look at her before giving her a sheepish smile, “I’m great.”
“I love it!” Erika exclaimed as she walked out of the dressing room. “Mom look at the sweetheart neckline!” She squealed and ran her hands over her chest.
“It looks good,” Your mother agreed.
“But,” Erika added. “It doesn’t show my curves and the color is too bright.” Without another word, she disappeared back into the dressing room.
Erika tried on a total of 7 dresses. You offered pointers on which ones looked good and which ones didn’t. Finally, she was brought down to two dressed. A black tight gown with a sweetheart neckline that she adores and a pale pink maxi dress that had a thigh split. After careful consideration, she went with the black dress.
“Your turn, Y/N.” Erika smiled.
“Oh, I didn’t find anything,” You said bluntly.
“We aren’t leaving until you find something,” Your mother threatened.
You turned to the clerk, “Surprise me.”
Minutes late you found yourself in the changing room with three different gowns. The first one was such a terrible combination of red and white, that you didn’t bother to come out of the room. Instead, you slipped into the second dress. A beautiful creme colored dress with a plunging neckline. A thick gold belt rested just below your breasts. The skirt split at the thigh and you had to admit, you looked great. You walked out of the dressing room and stood on the elevated platform in front of the mirror. Your mother and sister seemed to approve.
“That looks amazing,” Erika said.
“You look like a goddess,” Your Mother added.
“My boobs are pushed up to my ears,” You complained and pulled up the neckline. You lifted the skirt and walked off the platform.
“This is the last dress, Miss,” The clerk said as she took out the third dress. You handed her the gown you just had on and slipped into the dark blue one.
It was tight and showed off every single curve you had. The loose mermaid end trailed behind you. The torso was a wrap around. It hugged your neck and showed off a small piece of your stomach in the shape of a triangle. You walked out of the room.
“That is your dress,” Erika said and did a small clap of glee.
“That looks stupendous,” Your mother agreed. “You are taking it.”
You examined yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful. Like a queen. Like you could conquer an entire country and gladly rule it alone.
“This is my dress,” You repeated and you believed it.
“Doll,” Bucky knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you ready?”
Your heart nearly fell down to your ass. You were ready, yes, you were just really nervous. With a last quick glance in the mirror, you nodded and walked towards the door. Your heels clicking against the marble floor.
Your hand rested on the knob before you slid the doors open. Bucky was standing on the other side, your jaw fell agape. He wore a perfectly fitted tuxedo. His white dressing shirt stretched out against his chest and the black tie hung perfectly tied around his neck. His hair was combed back to keep it out of his face. Overall, Bucky looked handsome.
“That specialist did a good job,” You noted.
“Y/N,” he began. “You look gorgeous.”
You blushed and let your gaze fall to your covered feet. He tilted your chin up using his index finger. His blue eyes met yours and it was a brief moment of intense eye sex.
He cleared his throat, “We should get going.”
You nodded and he took a step back before offering you his arm. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as your looped your arm through his.
Instead of leading you outside to where your car was parked, Bucky took you to Tony’s car garage. Cars were lined up under the fluorescent lights. Different colors, brand, and design.
“Stark doesn’t have to find out,” Bucky grinned mischievously and walked towards a Camaro.
“But what if he does,” You insisted. “Or what if something happens, I certainly can’t pay off a car like this one.” You motioned to the Lamborghini.
“Nothing bad will happen, Y/N.” He looked at you. “Have a little faith in your man.” He winked and you rolled your eyes before reluctantly sliding into the passenger seat of a black Corvette.
Bucky found the keys and stuck them into the ignition. The engine roared to life. The doors opened and Bucky raced out of the garage. Tires squealing against the concrete as speedometer told the miles per hour.
There was an exhilarating feeling that was rising inside of you. Adrenaline. The need for speed. A wide smile broke onto your face and you laughed. Bucky joined you as he accelerated the speed. This was a side of Bucky you’ve never seen before. He was being cocky. And you liked it.
You arrive at the gala, arm in arm with Bucky. Several people that you barely knew came forwards and struck up a conversation. Telling you about how you’ve grown and how you look like a woman now. Bucky identified himself as your boyfriend and they wished you many happy years.
Your grip tightened on Bucky’s arm when you spotted someone you haven’t seen in years. Adam Clair was your boyfriend for 2 years until he broke your heart and turned to a spunky redhead. It took so long to get over him, now all you felt for him was rage. A blond now clung onto his arm.
“Shit,” You muttered under your breath when he spotted you.
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
“My ex is walking over here,” You looked at him.
“You want me to punch him?” He asked.
“What? No!” You whisper-yelled.
You pulled your best fake smile and straightened up as you looked at him.
“Hi Adam,” Your cheeks throbbed from all the smiling. “How have you been?”
“Busy running a business,” He said smugly. After Adam’s father died, he inherited Clair & Co.
“Sounds exhausting,” You rolled your eyes.
“This is my fiancée, Briana Knight.” Adam introduced the blond.
You were a bit taken aback. You didn’t expect him to be tied down to one girl for so long. Nevertheless, here he was, with a fiancée. She smiled widely and extended her arm for a handshake
“So nice to meet you, Briana,” You stated kindly. Briana shook Bucky’s hand as well. “This is Bucky Barnes, my boyfriend.”
“Barnes?” Adam asked, his gaze drifted to Bucky’s arm. His metal one. Realization flashed across his eyes. “You’re The Bucky Barnes! The Winter Soldier! No wonder you looked so familiar.”
Bucky stiffened beside you. The tension between you tightened as Adam continued to talk.
“Man, always knew you liked a bit of danger in your life Y/N but never imagined you’d date a criminal,” he laughed and you burned with anger. “An assassin.” He burst into laughter.
Briana gave an apologetic frown. Sympathy showing clearly in her hazel eyes.
You stepped towards Adam, but before you could do anything else, Bucky wrapped an arm around yours and pulled you away. Before you could give Adam hell, you were already being dragged away.
“Let it go,” Bucky said.
“I can’t just let him say that stuff!” You huffed.
“Yes you can, I’m already used to it, Y/N.” He paused. “Besides can’t let you attack him, you’ll probably break a few bones. You’re too pretty to be angry right now, doll.”
“Boy, do you have a way with words, Barnes,” You said alluringly.
You found the table that your family was sitting and joined them. Your Father commented that you looked beautiful in the dress and your Mother butted in, saying that she picked it out. Erika sat proudly next to her fiancé, Ashton. Rose, Jay’s wife sat alone, with your brother nowhere to be seen.
The night dragged on, you already ate and the auction was soon to commence. You wanted to leave already, but your Mother just kept on pulling you or Bucky into a different conversation. Your Dad absolutely loved Bucky. He talked about various things with him and the other men.
“It’s time to bring out your wallets ladies and gentlemen because we’re about to begin the auction.” A man on the stage announced.
Many people straightened up and turned their attention to the stage. Some men were smugly talking about how much money they were planning on spending. A few of the ladies were whispering excitedly, talking about which men hopefully would bid on them. You winced at their words.
Bucky placed a hand on your knee. You looked at him, he smiled slyly at you. You were grateful for his continuous encouragement throughout the entire time.
His hand began to slide higher until it rested on your thigh. You sucked in a sharp breath and your stomach caved in. Your heart began to play a game of ‘See How Fast I Can Beat.’ A heavy exhale escaped your lips. You knew that he knew what he was doing to you. He looked at you from the corner of his eye. Never in your life did you want to kiss him as much as you wanted to right now.
You stood up abruptly and excused yourself from the table. Your cheeks burned as you moved swiftly among the tables. The bathroom was in a secluded area. Before you stepped inside, you leaned against a tall column.
“You okay there, doll?” Bucky asked.
You turned and glared at him. He smiled at the fact that you couldn’t hide the lust that filled your eyes. He stepped closer until your back was pinned up against the column.
His lips captured yours in a heated kiss. Bucky’s hands explored your body until they settled on the curve of your cloth-covered bottom. You tried not to moan when his mouth left yours. He left a trail of hot wet kisses on your neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered against your skin.
His low voice sent a chill down your spine that only fueled the fire in your core. Your chest heaved violently against his.
“Bucky,” You said breathlessly. “We can’t do this here.”
He pulled back and looked at you, the desire in his eyes was clear. “You want to get out of here?”
“Hell yeah,” You replied as he took your hand. The two of you sneaked away from the gala and into the open air where the valet was already waiting.
I do hope that you are alive and well over in America. The sudden stop in returned letters has left me quite shaken and worried about you. As your wife, I feel as if it is my place to tell you that I have been questioning you returning home. How do I know if you’ve found another in the “Land of the Free”? Or that you now believe that we should no longer be married? But besides that, I would like to tell you that I love you, and I hope to see you very soon.
You sighed, looking around you. The area around you was riddled with people, shops, inns, everything. The road in which you traveled to get here were made of dirt, and the bottom of your dress now had a brown tinge to it, something you were sure you would be able to wring out without much trouble. But the roads here were all made of cobblestone, carefully lain to provide the image of elegance and care about one of the most beautiful towns in the up and coming America.
You had absolutely no idea where to go, and you were sure you looked like a foreigner “just passing by” with the way you were standing. You were on your tiptoes, trying to see if there was anything you were missing, though that was simply because you’d gotten used to being as short as you were.
Women were never given the nice end of the stick in the height department, sadly.
So, with a shake of your head, you ran a hand over the top of your head and stopped when the side of your fingers met the bun atop your crown. Tendrils of hair poked out, but otherwise, it felt kempt and managed-looking, especially since you had an image to keep up, being a Lafayette and all.
Taking a few steps in what you thought would be a good direction, you got lost in the view of Manhattan. Alongside the cobblestone paths were buildings of utter beauty – brown bricks, red bricks, maroon bricks, even white bricks made up the walls, the windows were all outlined in gorgeous white wood, complementing the freshly-cleaned glass it framed.
The yards were outlined with metal gates with spikes at the top, a silent message to tell people to keep off the grass and property depending on the time of day. The inns and stores were all clearly marked, their signs elegantly carved with precision.
All in all, it reminded you of the beauty of your home country, France, what, with how everything was cozily pushed together and even the buildings themselves practically floating in regality.
Snapping out of your gaze of the place, you focused back on your mission – find your husband. He had to be around here somewhere, but it would take asking people to figure out where that somewhere was.
Taking quick steps into a store, you walked up to the counter and cleared your throat, “Excusez-moi?”
You know when you are just casually scrolling down Archive of Our Own, looking for a longer fic and you see one with 100-250k words and your like “yes finally some good, light reading!”
Let me just help you understand something (Using HP as a reference as thats my fave books):
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone - 76,944 words Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - 85,141 words Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - 107,253 words Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - 190,637 words Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - 257,045 words Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - 168,923 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Approximately 198,227,
SO DON’T FOR A SECOND BELIEVE THAT FANFICTION WRITERS AREN’T REAL AUTHORS BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY WRITING BOOKS AS LONG (and longer) AS THE BIGGEST HARRY POTTER BOOK ( which btw has over 800 pages!) WHICH IS THE DEFINITION OF AN AUTHOR!
Also if you thought you didn’t like to read but started to read fanfiction because they were “shorter” and now realize that you have been reading more than you thought then haha jokes on you!
Alright, so this is my first Feysand headcanon. So… take it easy on me okay, I know it’s not perfect.
Word Count: 2,718
I don’t know where this came from quite frankly but I hope you guys enjoy it!
Feyre’s point of view with Feysand fluff (NSFW)
I would love your feedback, so don’t be shy!
Bolting straight up in bed, the absence of warmth beside me
pulled me from my dream. I looked over at the empty side of the bed. My fingers
fumble for the sheet.
Cold –they were cold.
Rhysand must have been up for a while now. Nightmares had
been plaguing him for longer than either of us would like to admit.
After my feet find the cool floor and I pad across it to
where I had discarded Rhys’s shirt earlier in the evening, I throw it over my head.
The soft cotton fell to just above my knee –it smelled like him too, like us.
No matter how many times I lazily throw on his clothes, or how many nights I
spend hours unable to sleep just breathing in the scent of him, I would never
be able to get enough of it. It was intoxicating.
Our townhouse was dark, quiet. The others begrudgingly slept
in the House of Winds, refusing to let us sleep there because we have a
tendency to “keep other people besides ourselves up” as Cassian had put it.
I roll my eyes at the thought. My feet barley make any noise
as I ascend the staircase to the rooftop garden.
And he was sitting there, back to me, wings spread, as he
sat in a wrought iron chair. His dark hair was in a disheveled mess,
highlighted with gold from the lights of Velaris; and his skin was glowing as
he gazed out towards the sea, towards the stars that hung over it. His wings
–his glorious wings were spread leisurely over the arms of the chair.
My beautiful High Lord. I wanted to paint him like that.
Of course he didn’t put his shirt on, not that I minded
since I now wore it: but I don’t know how he did it. As I stepped out onto the
stone, the chilled night air hit me like a brick wall and made me shiver. My
body protested, demanding I head straight back inside and burrow myself under
the blankets of our warm, cozy bed.
I walked over cautiously. It was a very rare occasion to
catch him so lost in thought. He must have sensed me as I was right behind him
because he was not surprised as I draped my arms over his broad shoulders.
My lips left a trail of kisses over his shoulder as he said. “Feyre, darling,
you should be sleeping.”
“So should you,” I countered. I peered at him as I made to
rest my chin on my arm.
A ragged sigh escaped my mate’s lips. “I needed air,” he
said simply. I needed to see the stars to
make sure they were still shining, he seemed to say.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly. A slight shake
of his head.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I rasp. I still want to go back to
bed. We both knew that wasn’t happening until he came with me.
“Because you looked too peaceful for me to wake you. Plus, I
just love seeing you in my clothes.” He made the attempt to lighten the mood
but the humor failed to reach his eyes.
I sighed through my nose. I knew he wanted some time alone,
to think. To make sure that everything was still fine.
We sit in silence for a while, I look at Rhys while he looks
out over the city.
He finally turns to meet my eyes. The pain that lingered
there, the worry, it was enough to cleave my heart in two.
“Will you come back to bed?” I ask softly.
He shook his head, “No, but will you come fly with me?”
Of course of course
he wanted to go and fly. The sky was his sanctuary just as his arms were mine. A smile breaks across my lips. “Only if you
get me some pants. We wouldn’t want anyone seeing the little lacy things I
bought only for you,” I say, hoping to get a smile from you.
It worked because it made him, take a generous look down my
body as he stood, snapped his fingers and then had a pair of my leggings draped
over his forearm.
He hands then to me with a mischievous smile.
I barley even had them on before he scooped me into his arms
and took a running leap off the roof. His wings snapped open and propelled us
out over the city.
I laugh at the sensation, the fear of him dropping me faded
just as heights had. I kept my arms around his neck, my fingers buried in the
back of his hair. Every so often, when I would find his eyes on me instead of
the city lights below us, I would kiss him, and I swear his wings would flatter
We stayed in the vicinity of Velaris, circling the city from
both high and low. Banking and swerving with the wind.
“A thought for a thought?” I ask finally, breaking the comfortable
silence between us.
His eyes flick to mine. “I’m thinking that I will never stop
being thankful for you being my mate. Because you know when I need to talk and
don’t push me when I’m dwelling on bad thoughts. And I’m thinking that you are the
only person that can bring me back and make me happy. You are my starlight
during the darkness nights.”
“Not your moon?”
“No, my stars. The stars are always shinning. But the moon,
even the moon isn’t there for me sometimes,” he says. His eyes train on me and
my heart swells with love for the male who now carries me.
My mate. My perfect beautiful mate.
“Your turn,” he says as he swoops high enough for us to see
the glint of the crescent moon over the Sidra.
The clean mountain air fills my lungs. “I’m thinking that I
love you. And I will pull you from the darkness whenever it tries take hold on
you. And I’m also thinking that you should put a shirt on, even though I love
to see you without one. And now that you bring it up I would gladly be your
stars over your moon.” I say and grin. I lean over, my lips close enough to
graze down the side of his throat.
The slight groan that comes from his is ripped away by the
wind. And just like that I wanted him again. I wanted him, and I wanted to
offer him a distraction so he wouldn’t reel back into himself.
“I’ll never wear a shirt again if it makes you happy. I like
them better on you anyway.” I can feel his fingers tighten around my waist. Oh,
I was going to tease the hell out of him while we were up here.
“Do you? I prefer to see them on the floor,” I murmur into his ear. My teeth
nip at his earlobe.
“You really want me to drop you tonight, don’t you?” he
asks, his eyes finally gleaming with amusement, with lust.
“I want you to do a lot of things actually, none of which involve
clothes –all of which involve one of us sprawled across the bed, or the floor,
or the wall.”
I allow myself to keep one hand braced around his shoulder
while the other idly strokes the top of his wings.
“Oh I am going to have you moaning my name so loudly, all of
Velaris will hear us,” he grits out, teeth clenched.
I run my fingertips down the silken membranes near where his
wings meets his back and I feel his harden against my side. A smile breaks
across my lips.
“Oh Rhysand, darling, I don’t believe you. And I don’t think
Cassian would appreciate the noise anyway. You know how he is,” I challenge
“All the more reason to do it then.”
I look up at him through my lashes to see the strained, ravenous
look in his eyes. It was etched all over his face. Like he was trying his best
to reel himself in before we got home.
All it took was a kiss –all it took was my tongue brushing
the seam of his lips and he winnowed back to our bedroom.
I jumped out of Rhys’s arms before he hand a chance to set me
down and pin me to the sheets.
Rhys took a step towards me but I winnowed behind him. My hands
skimming his wings had him stopped dead in his tracks.
“Feyre,” he barked my name my hands grazed the sensitive spot
near the joints.
“Stop being such a sensitive Illyiran,” I coo against the
skin of his back. It was easy to get a reaction from him as I leave a trail of
kisses down his spine. One of my hands reaches around his waist and I palm him
through his pants.
A hiss escapes him, the bulge twitching as I twist him and push
him back onto the bed.
A wicked grin crosses his lips, the glorious muscles of his
chest and abdomen laid out before me.
I crawl over him, a hand continuously stroking him through
the thin cotton as I press a kiss to his jaw, to his throat, his collarbone. My
teeth graze the skin of the muscle between his shoulder and neck and I bite
down on it. The groan that comes from him has me smiling as I pull back kissing
the same spot. A bruise already forming on his skin.
He thought I was torturing him. I know because his breath was ragged by the
time I got down on my knees between his legs. I gaze up at him as I remove his
pants and he springs free. His head was tilted back against the bed.
The moment my mouth touches him he is undone. His fingers
tangling in my hair as I slide my tongue across the entirety of him. I try to
fit all of him in my mouth but I can’t and take the rest of him with my hands. Up
and down, up and down I move on him.
“Feyre, please,” he groans.
Rhysand has only every begged me a few times, enough for me
to count on my fingers. I’m glad I can add another finger to that now.
I keep doing and going, twisting my lips over him, flicking
my tongue over the head of him before he bolts up, picks me up by the waist and
claim my lips, tasting himself on me.
His strong arms set me down with a gentleness that only he
knows I appreciate. “Why you’re still fully clothed is beyond me,” he breathes.
Just like that my shirt is gone, and his hands are kneading
my breasts between his fingers. He twists and tugs until my nipples are hard
and peaked. A moan ripples through me as I shiver.
Rhys’s eyes bore into
me like he’s waiting for me to ask him.
“Rhysand,” his name escapes me. The heat pooling in my core
makes my whole body tremble.
“I’m sorry what was that?” he growls. His lips traveling
like a wave of hot pleasure moving across my skin. He takes his time on my
neck, leaving countless marks as retribution for the one I left on him.
And then he finds my breasts, and he sucks and nibbles on
them in a way that has me moaning his name again.
He trails lower, his wings spreading as he kneels before me.
Kneels on those tattoos that he knows I love.
I lift my head to look at him and he hooks his kisses me
through the fabric of my leggings.
“Rhys,” I moan, wanting him so badly my legs started
The smile he gives me is a lust filled one that sets my instincts
on edge. He hooks his fingers around the elastic at my waist and yanks it down
and off in one swift motion.
The way he spreads my legs for him and the glint in his eyes
makes it look like he’s about to feast on me…not that I minded. But my blood thrums
through my veins and I can’t do anything but wait for him.
My head falls back onto the bed; I can still see him as he
lifts his head and brings kisses the inside of my knee. Then lower, lower,
lower. Just when I think he’s going to unleash himself upon me, soothe the ache
I have in that bundle of nerves, he brings his lips to my other knee and goes painfully
slow. Down and down and down.
When his tongue finally dips between my center and I moan so
loudly that I bite down on my lower lip to halt it.
Rhys brings both of his hands up, his arms on either side of
my hips as he massages my breasts again.
He works me thoroughly, so thoroughly that I go over the
edge twice. Both times his name on my lips like a prayer to the Mother.
He rises and hovers over me on an elbow as he gazes down at
“Look at how you lovely glow,” he whispers, love lining his voice as he gravelly
I smile at him, my fingers reaching up and cupping his cheek
as I bring my lips to his.
“I love you Rhysand,” I murmur.
“I love you, Feyre” he whispers back.
And with that he nudged my legs apart and slide so far into
me that I bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from being too loud. Rhys
goes in deeper and deeper until he can’t anymore.
The growl he releases make my head roll back. His arms slide
under me and pulls my body against his until we are flush together.
He pulls out and thrusts back in torturously slow. He was
going to take it slow, and I was going to let him; that doesn’t mean I still
didn’t squirm under him. My nails dig into his shoulders, adding to the mark I left
on his throat.
When he looks down into my eyes I can’t see anything other
than love. The violets of his eyes holding so much more than he had to say at
My hips meet his slow and tedious rhythm. At the last moment
he bucks his hips up, thrusting into me with a force that made my lips open in
a silent gasp.
His name was lost on my lips.
Rhysand. This male above me. My mate. The love of my life.
I could see it then, the darkness that was curling around
us, the control slipping from him as he pulled out and pushed himself back in.
There were no stars in his darkness tonight. It almost broke my heart.
I loved him too much, he made me too happy to be dwelling I his
own darkness. I wanted to make him happy. That’s all I ever wanted to do. I
wanted to make him as happy as he made me.
When I open my eyes I see his smile. A glow –my glow –shines
through his darkness.
“Feyre,” he groans.
I was so close, so close. And the sound of my name on his
lips was my undoing.
“Rhysand,” I cry out. My whole body tensing as my climax
rips through me.
A few more strokes and Rhys jumped over the edge with me. My
name on his lips, my body cradled in his arms.
Her skin was still glowing as she laid next to me. Her head
on my chest.
“I’m disappointed in myself. You weren’t as loud as I could
have made you,” I rasp.
Her eyes flick to me, those gray pools of happiness landing
I felt a spark in my chest, a wave of joy settling over my
Feyre. She was my salvation. She was my sun. She was my
stars in the darkness night.
Feyre was the missing half of my soul that I didn’t know I
was missing until I found her. And I don’t
think I could ever be happier.
“Don’t be a prick,” she muttered, sleep muffling her words.
A/N: Hey guys, so this one is kinda based off of a car ride I had with this guy that I really like, and as soon as I got home I immediately listened to this song and cried to my best friend. (also, this took me MONTHS to write, im talking since like fucking June-Julyish) P.s halsey is queen
Warnings: explicit language
Song(s) Used: Drive- Halsey
Pairing: Dan x Reader
Word Count: 1401 words (ohh look at that, longer than usual)
It was late, must’ve been around 1:45 am on a Friday night. The party I was currently attending with a few friends was still in full swing, but I was bored. Maybe it was because of the fact that I wasn’t drinking, because I had to be the sober driver, but I was bored. My night has consisted of being hit on by my friends and watching my drunk friends act in an animalistic state.
As I was sitting there, thinking about wanting to go home, Dan comes over and sits next to me and leans his head on my shoulder.
“(Y/N), can you take me home? I’m really tired.” He asks, slurring his words slightly. I giggle at how childish he looks, feeling butterflied in my stomach because of the close contact we have. I say yes and we stand up and head out the door.
I jump in the drivers seat as he jumps in the passengers seat next to me. We put our seat belts on and then I start up the car. There’s something about having this insanely attractive guy in the car with me, that makes me feel so awkward and nervous. I wrap my hand around the stick shift and put the car into reverse, reversing out of the drive way, and then when we reversed out, I put the car into drive, and then we were taking off.
I quickly glance at Dan sitting in the passengers side and he looks so peaceful, so content, his face illuminated from my headlights bouncing off of an exit sign that I just missed. “Fuck” I curse to myself. But Dan, he just laughed at me
I feel like I cant keep my eyes off of him, but as dangerous as that is as a driver, I wish I could just stare at him forever.
It’s always been obvious that I like Dan, and it’s always been kind of obvious that he likes me, except neither of us are willing to admit it to each other in fear of rejection. And so we drive, and i think about all of the feelings buried inside of me, hiding them, not wanting him to know just yet, but I always feel like I’m waiting for a sign from him that gives me a definite answer to whether or not he does feel the same way about me.
I quickly glance over at him, and the look on his face, maybe he’s thinking the same thing, maybe he’s thinking about all the feelings that he hides. I guess we let our pride get in the way when it comes to admitting our feelings.
I turn my music on to release some the awkwardness in this silent car. And the first song that comes on is Creep by Radiohead.
“Holy shit, I love this song!” Dan exclaims excitedly as he turns the music up. I let out a little giggle at his excited behaviour. He’s everything I could ever want, he is perfection to me, and also Dan managed to sing out the words perfectly in tune; maybe that was because the actual song was playing, so it was easier for him to get the notes, but he did.
We stopped at a red light, and I look at him for a little while, just admiring him in all of his glory. His cheeks red from the alcohol that was consumed, the smile on his face, looking content; his lips. Looking at his lips illuminated by the red light in front of us, it’s almost like I can feel his soft lips on my neck and I can’t shake off that feeling. It’s like a tingly feeling on my neck that nerve goes away.
“What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here. I don’t belong here…..” Dan finished the song in a harmonious tune, it was quite beautiful actually.
“Oh my god that was so bad” he laughs. Almost as if his laugh is echoing down the high way. His laugh is so compelling, such a joyous sound. His laugh always makes me happy, instead of feeling the hollowness in my chest, I feel happiness.
This whole process was going fairly slow, I mean the whole ‘Dan and I’ process. Apart of me wishes he woud just make a move already, but then another part of me wishes he wouldn’t. Why? because theres nothing worse than getting what you’ve always wanted, only for it to end up being not what you thought it was gonna turn out to be, and not what you wanted in the first place.
What if that would happen to us? It’s something I’ve had high hopes of for a while now, and what of Dan and I get into a relationship and nothing is what i thought it would be and the both of us wind up being disappointed and hurt. What if?
“What are you thinking about?” Dan leans over to my side of the car and whispers in my ear. The feeling of his warm breath slightly on my neck is enough to send shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, trying not to think about what just happened.
“N-nothing, just trying to concentrate and getting you home in one piece.” I joked. I could feel his eyes on me, burning through my skin, and I knew what look he was giving me. His smirking face. “But seriously, it’s not important, don’t worry about it.”
We were stopped at another red light and I looked over at his face, he looked like he was almost disappointed. “Well, you’re one of my bestfriends, and i would’ve thought you would be able to tell me anything that’s on your mind.” Best friend. Best friend. Best friend. Just bestfriend, and that’s all I’ll ever be I guess.
“It’s a conversation for later, Dan” I sighed as I started driving again, about 5 minutes away from his flat. But he wasn’t having any of it.
“Pull over” he demanded
“What? Dan n-”
“Pull over (Y/N) Goddammit!” He shouted. I obeyed and pulled over on the side of the road
“Dan! What the fuck’s your problem?” I yelled at him, looking at him like he was crazy (but i was probably the crazy one)
He looks at me, his brown eyes burning into mine. “Fuck sakes (Y/N)! I know theres something you want to tell me! I’m not stupid.” I look down after he says those words, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it. I look at him with regret in my eyes. Regret for not telling him, but also regret for even having this conversation in the first place. He looks at me almost the same way. “(Y/N), you know I like you, so if thats what you were thinking about, then please tell me. I can’t be left with all these questions with no answers to them.” Dan confessed softly. His confession should’ve shocked me, but it didn’t because he’s right, I knew.
“Then you must know that I like you too? You can’t be that oblivious can you?” I admitted, slight annoyance in my voice mixed in with a giggle (if that’s even possible). Dan laughed shaking his head.
“Yes, I can be that oblivious.” he giggles to himself “So, what do we do now?” Dan asks, uncertainty in his voice.
“Well it’s simple, we can’t stay here on the side of the road all night. So how about I take you home?” I asked but he smiled and shook his head no.
“Orrrr we could….” He smiles and leans in, closer, closer, closer until i feel his lips on top of mine. We both smile into the kiss and honestly? It’s everything I imagined
“All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride. All we do is drive…”
If you ask me, all these retailers are ungrateful sluts. You're lucky to have a job. Your life is no longer yours sweetie, deal with it :)
The retailers are the owners/ceos/stores. The word you’re looking for is employee. And all employees have rights, including the right to freedom of speech. Try harder, hun, because you sound like you haven’t taken 4th grade history yet. -Abby
Request: “Can I have an angsty Bucky one shot with: 1. “I don’t even know. who I am without you.” 78. “I can’t…I can’t lose you.” and 187. “I’m not leaving here without you.”?? Thanks!”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Being in a relationship and being an Avenger do not always work out.
Warnings: Swearing, Death of a Character, Violence, Sadness, Fluff, Angst, Sad!Bucky (which definitely deserves a warning)
Word Count: 2,703
A/N: I cried while writing this. A lot. I really liked this request, so thank you to the anon who requested it. It’s a lot longer than I planned it to be, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hope it was what you were looking for. My heart hurts a lot right now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Send me any feedback and/or requests here. Thank you for reading.
Try as I might, I just don’t have any hate in me. I must have been born without it. I’ve been told it’s much better this way. But people look at me like I’ve gone mad when I tell them I’ve forgiven that man or this one. People tell me I’m manipulative for sharing my soul or offering kind words. There must be so few of us feelers that genuine empathy is no longer distinguishable. My tears aren’t made of crocodiles, and if you never know I truly love you whose loss is that really? Hate is heavy. I prefer love and light.
I’m feeling really down again so here we have Angst
This turned out way longer than I expected but I relate to this on a spiritual level
Warnings- Yelling, bad relationships with parents, Emotional Abuse
“Newt let’s go to breakfast please” you call to your best friend.
Newt is sitting in a tree by the great lake with his wand in mouth and pen in hand.
“I'm almost done with my notes” He replies, scribbling down words in his notebook.
“Newt!” you whine, “you can do that in the great hall”. Newt looks down at you and raises an eyebrow, you sounded like a needy child.
“Alright fine. You’ve convinced me” He says jumping out of the tree he was in. You grab his hand and run to the great hall.
“Barely anyone is here y/n” Newt remarks.
“Yeah, because we are so late” You reply back.
“Or it’s because Christmas break starts tomorrow so people are packing” Newt suggests.
“Well, either way, I'm hungry” you state.
You go sit down and gesture for Newt to sit next to you. Newt sits down and starts to finish his notes. You look over his shoulder and start reading his notes.
“Giant Squids? What are you researching giant squids for?” You ask.
“Um, no reason. On a completely unrelated topic do you think the Black lake has the correct salt to water ratio to harbor a squid?” Newt asks. You both start laughing at Newts question.
“Newt, You can’t just put a giant squid in the lake! That’s absurd” you yelled. Some other people looked over at you and gave you weird looks. You smiled and let a light chuckle,
“We are talking about some muggle stuff” you told them.
They turned back to their breakfast while you put your head down on the table in embarrassment. Newt suppressed a laugh as he stole a slice of toast off your plate.
“Hey! I was eating that” you exclaimed.
“Well now I am” he replied taking a bite out of it.
You rolled your eyes and reached for another slice of toast. Before you could take it an owl flew in front of you. You gulped when you saw what was in its beak.
You took it and gave the owl a treat, your hands shaking. Newt looked up and saw the red envelope in your hand.
“What did you do this time?” He says jokingly.
He was expecting a sarcastic reply from you but when he saw the fear in your face his playful attitude dropped. You checked to see who it was from. Of course, it was from your parents.
You didn’t have the best relationship with them. They always compared you to your older siblings and to be frank, they hated you. They hated your house, they hated your friends, they hated the way you dressed, and the especially hated your grades. Maybe that’s why you got along with Newt so well.
You never told him about your family, he asked once but he saw how uncomfortable you were so he never asked again. Others noticed the howler in your hands and started whispering. You carefully opened it, bracing yourself for what was to come. It came to life and started screaming.
“Y/N L/N, WE HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOUR GRADES HAVE BEEN DROPPING AND WE STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN OUR LAST CONVERSATION. I HOPE YOU GAVE UP YOUR STUPID IDEA OF WORKING WITH ANIMALS. YOUR SIBLINGS ARE MORE SUCCESSFUL AND SMARTER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE IF YOU CONTUNE DOWN THIS PATH. I HOPE YOU FINALLY GET SOME SENSE KNOCKED INTO YOUR STUPID MIND. THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T WELCOME BACK HOME FOR CHRISTMAS. WE HOPE THIS LETTER MAKES YOU REALIZE THAT YOU NEED TO GET YOUR LIFE TOGETHER BEFORE YOU WILL EVER BE CONSIDERED A PART OF OUR FAMILY.” The paper burst into flames.
Silence overcame the great hall. People were whispering and some laughing. You sat there completely still. Usually, if your parents wanted to yell at you, they would send a letter or wait till you went home. You had no idea why your parents decided to send a howler this time and in front of Newt.
You could feel Newt’s eyes on you. You didn’t dare look at him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Newt didn’t know what to say, he was shocked someone would say that to their own child.
He places a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n…” He gets cut off by you abruptly standing up and running out of the Great Hall.
“Y/N WAIT!” Newt yells, chasing after you.
You sprinted to your common room. Tears blurred your vision as you stepped into your common room. You collapsed into a ball of tears on the couch inside. Luckily, no one was inside at the time. You had kept a strong face for so long pretending that the constant berating from your parents didn’t bother you but today was the day you broke. You couldn’t stop the tears, they just kept flowing.
Newt followed you to your common room. He entered after you and he hears you crying on the couch. He slowly walks over to you. You have your knees to your chest and your head is down. He sits next you and pulls you into a wordless hug. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he lets go.
“I’m sorry” you apologize in a quiet voice.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for” Newt replies gently.
“M-my parents, they set v-very high standards and, I guess I don’t meet them.” you wipe away some stray tears from your face. You rest your chin on your knees and stare at the wall.
“They’re wrong. You are amazing, you are so smart and you don’t need to change for them” Newt says.
You let out a dry laugh, “They’re my parents Newt. Besides, they always treat me like this” you spit out.
“It doesn’t matter that they’re your parents. They have no right to treat you like this. We should talk to someone about this.” Newt exclaims.
“Newt, all they’re going to tell me is that they’re my parents and I they want what’s best for me.” you say sadly.
“It’s emotional abuse! This isn’t okay Y/n” Newt says, tears starting to come out of his eyes. You look at him and wipe the tears from his face.
“Why are you crying?” you murmur.
“Because I hate seeing you upset and if your parents treat you like this all the time you really shouldn’t be with them” He says.
“And where am I supposed to go Newt?” you cry out.
“You could come with me, Im sure my parents wouldn’t care. I could talk to them about it. We graduate soon and then we can get as far away from them as possible” Newt says. You look into his eyes and see hope.
“I don’t know, my parents might be pretty mad and I wouldn’t want to impose on your family” you explain.
“They’ll love you, I know they will. Can you just think about it?” He asks you. You think for a little bit, the offer was tempting. Being able to get away from yout parents, what do you have to lose.
“I’ll think about it” You tell him.
He pulls you into another hug. You take your knees away from your chest and lean on Newt.
“I don’t ever want to see you this broken again” He whispers, mostly to himself. You lie down on the couch and place your head in Newts lap while he strokes your hair.
“I love you” you say, staring at the fireplace.
“I love you too y/n” he leans down and kisses you on your forehead.
“And I won’t let anyone hurt you like this again.”
PSA- IF ANYONE IN YOUR FAMILY IS HURTING YOU, WETHER EMOTIONAL, PHYSICAL AND OR MENTALY THEN YOU DONT HAVE TO TALK TO THEM. IT’S OKAY TO CUT TIES WITH TOXIC FAMILY MEMBERS. YOU HAVE ZERO OBLIGATION TO STAY IN CONTACT WITH THEM.