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If im being honest? Life is pretty good right now. Ive got a loving theatre group for the week im going to miss like a motherfucker when its over. But right here right now its going well. I forget how amazing it is just hanging out with other theatre kids for the day.
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Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Small Serumed Steve Rogers, Secret Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Dom/sub Undertones, Bottom Steve Rogers, Sub Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Dom Bucky Barnes, Oral Fixation
Summary:
Steve and Bucky arenât friends with benefits â that would require them to be friends. Their relationship is based on two undeniable truths:
1. Steve likes to put things in his mouth
2. Bucky likes to put things in Steveâs mouth
Surely, things can only go well.
Be Cruel to Me, Because Iâm a Fool For You (Vatya) 3/3 - Honey
A/N: So this is the last part. Sorry it took so long to write, I was busy. I went to drag con and met Violet, so that was cool. Send me requests on my blog if you want me to write a Vatya story for you, if itâs interesting Iâll do it. Thanx. Leave a comment or whatever.
âI have to get up early tomorrow,â Violet said as soon as Katya entered her room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, facing away from Katya. He watched the rise and fall of her bare shoulders as she breathed. The muscles in her back looked tense, and she was gripping the bedsheets tightly.
âGreat. I donât care.â Katyaâs tone made her flinch ever so slightly. She was used to him ignoring her brattiness and putting up with her sass. âDo you wanna tell me why youâre mad at me? Huh? Because Iâve combed through all my memories, several times, and I canât think of anything that I did to piss you off.â He realized that he was raising his voice, growing louder with every word. âYou didnât do anything wrong, Katya,â Violet said with a sigh.
âViolet, please just tell me what I did. You know I would never want to hurt you. I- I- Iâll do anything to make it up to you, I swear.â Violet remained facing away from him. She continued her silence as Katya walked closer to the bed. âViolet, look at me. Whatâs wrong?â
Violet stood up and turned around, facing Katya. âI donât know whatâs wrong, okay? I donât know. Iâm just⌠tired. Iâm so tired. KatyaâŚâ Her voice cracked. Katya stared at her. This was a side of Violet that was rarely seen by anyone. He didnât quite know how to handle it; should he hug her or give her space? Was she going to cry?
Violet sniffled, and then turned away from him once again. She absolutely hated letting anyone see her cry. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down.
âViolet, itâs okay. Youâre allowed to cry.â She froze for a few seconds, and then sat down on the edge of the bed once again and covered her face with her hands. Katya walked over to the other side, so that he was facing her. He grabbed her wrists gently and pulled her hands away from her face, and then pulled her in towards him so her face was pressed against his stomach. The position was pretty awkward, him standing over her while she cried into his shirt, but he continued to hold her head against him tightly.
After a few minutes, Katya released her and bent down so that they were face to face. He wiped away some of the wetness on her cheeks with his thumbs, gently cupping the sides of her face. Violet hiccupped a bit and looked down at her knees.
âViolet, I miss you. I miss texting you, and talking at night, and waking up with you. I barely ever get to see you and when I do, you donât wanna hang out with me anymore. Iâm sorry for whatever I did, but if you donât tell me why youâre mad at me, I might make you mad again.â
Violet looked up at him and sniffled. âIâm not mad at you.â
âYouâre not?â
âOf course not. Iâm just⌠sad.â Katya sat down on the bed next to Violet. Although he was relieved to find out that he hadnât done anything to anger her, he was still puzzled and wanted Violet to explain her behavior.
âYeah, itâs nice when weâre together, but you always have to leave. Or I have to leave. And not to sound corny, but my heart like⌠hurts. After you leave, I mean. It makes me sad for, like, a week. Sometimes longer. I thought⌠I guessâŚâ Violet turned her head and looked at Katya in the eyes. âWhen we spend the whole night together and talk, and laugh, and cuddle, it makes me feel like I have a normal life. Because those are normal things to do with someone you⌠care about. But I donât have a normal life, and we donât have a normal relationship. Iâm never home, I can barely see my friends, I canât even think about dating someone. Itâs better for me to just cut everyone off and focus on work for a while.â
âThen why do you still call me to come over and fuck you?â
Violet looked away. He could tell she was trying to keep her tears in again. âI canât help it. I like you too much to stop,â she whispered. Katya hated seeing Violet like this. He could tell she was torn up inside, trying to fight off her feelings and keep her guard up. She was always so focused on proving that she was strong, but Katya already knew this. He didnât want her to try and prove anything to him.
Wrapping his arm around her, he grabbed her head and gently tilted it until it leaned on his shoulder. âI like you too much to stop, too,â Katya said with a sigh. âAnd I do miss you when I leave, but itâs okay because I always know thereâs going to be a next time. Or I thought I knew that. Until you kinda started acting different. And then I wasnât sure. And that made me really sad, Violet. I like you a whole lot. We get along so well, and I really admire you. Plus, youâve got a banginâ body and a tight little ass.â Violet giggled, for the first time that night, and pushed Katya off of her.
âBitch, shut up!â The two shared a laugh, and then fell into a comfortable silence, before Katya spoke again.
âLook, Vi, I really do miss you. Iâll do anything to make you feel better. I donât think you should fight your feelings anymore. Itâll wear you out. Why donât you just tell me what you really want from me?â Violetâs face fell. She frowned and looked down, and then took a deep breath.
âKatya, I want more. Iâm sorry, but I want more. I wanna see you more often, and I wanna eat dinner with you, and I wanna talk to you all the time, and I wanna kiss you when we arenât having sex, and⌠I wanna do cheesy shit that people do when theyâre⌠umm⌠when theyâreâŚâ
âA couple?â Katya finished for her. Violet looked up at him with the saddest expression he had ever seen her make.
âIâm sorry Katya. Iâm so sorry. I know you donât want all that with me. Iâm not tryna make you feel weird. I- I donât know. I justâŚâ She trailed off. Her bottom lip began to quiver again.
âWhoa whoa whoa, when did I say I didnât want that with you, Violet?â Katya asked. Violet looked at him, her mouth hanging open.
âBut⌠but⌠I thought⌠I just thought you liked what we had because there were no strings attached, and you didnât have to commit?â
âNo, I liked what we had because I got to spend time with you. And have sex with you. That was a big part of it too.â He grinned at her until she was smiling slightly as well. âListen, we can work something out. I can come see you when I donât have a gig, and you can come see me when you donât. You can text me whenever, and when weâre far apart, we can FaceTime. Iâm totally fine putting effort in for you, because I like you a lot. Seeing you so sad kind of breaks my heart, Violet.â Violet just stared at him for a second. Katya couldnât read her expression; he wasnât sure if she was going to laugh or cry. Suddenly, she lunged at him, pushing his back down so he was laying on her bed. She climbed on top of him and started kissing him all over his face. Katya laughed, and then grabbed her face and brought her lips to his, kissing her hard. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.
âOkay, I need to go to bed now. I really do have a fitting tomorrow morning.â
âWell, can I still stay the night?â
âYeah.â
âGood, I wasnât gonna leave anyways, even if you said no.â
Be Cruel to Me, Because I'm a Fool For You (Vatya) 1/? - Honey
A/N: Katya and Violet are friends with benefits, until Violet starts acting weird.
Yeah so I wrote another Vatya fic that takes place in one of their beds. Shocking. This is kinda angsty and Iâm going to write more, maybe one or two chapters more but idk. Props if you know where the titleâs from. I wrote this in two hours so be gentle. Like, reblog, comment, subscribe, rate, and all that jazz.
Brooklyn, New York
âCan you leave now? Not to be rude, but Iâm kinda tired. Gotta get up early tomorrow for a fitting.â Violet didnât look at Katya when she said this. She kept her face pressed against the pillow, laying on her side with her back turned towards him.
âOkay, Violet.â Katya sat up in her bed and stretched. He took a minute to survey her dimly lit bedroom and locate his clothes, which were scattered across the carpet. He sighed and looked over at Violet, who didnât move at all. He was getting used to this though.
Katya attempted to pinpoint the exact moment his relationship with Violet turned weird. They had agreed, about a year and a half ago, that whenever they happened to be in the same city, they would hook up. The arrangement had worked so well at the beginning. After all, it was difficult to always have to find trade on the road. Violet and Katya already knew they were sexually compatible, thanks to the few late-night trysts Violet had drunkenly initiated on various stops of the BOTS tour two years ago. âItâs like friends with benefits! And these are really good benefits,â Katya had explained, and Violet had agreed, and then they had proceeded to have mind-blowing intercourse for three hours in a hotel in Chicago. Since that day, without fail, Katya and Violet had met up for sex every single time they were in the same city. The first four times had been wonderful. Katya left a hickey on Violetâs ass cheek in Seattle that she wished she could get tattooed on, Violet did things with her mouth in Houston that Katya didnât even know were possible, Katya tied Violetâs wrists to the hotel bed in Manchester and had her yelping his name so loud that the people in the room next door were banging on the walls to get her to shut up. They had laughed about that last one the next morning, and then kissed goodbye, Violet going to London and Katya flying back to LA.
If Katya had to pick a day where things changed, he would have to say it was when they met in Boston, weeks later. After Boston, Violet would not let Katya spend the night with her anymore. There was no more cuddling, no more post-sex banter, no more waking up in each otherâs arms. In Portland, Violet had left Katyaâs hotel room immediately after sex, even though Katya had been really rough, the way Violet liked it, and she was visibly fatigued. In Dublin, Violet wouldnât let Katya kiss her goodbye, even though they had just been making out for the past hour. In Miami, Violet left Katyaâs hotel at 2 am in the pouring rain, even though he had begged her not to go out and catch a cold. It had to be Boston, Katya thought, it just had to be. But what happened in Boston?
Katya suddenly realized that he was still sitting naked in Violetâs bed. He immediately got up, collected his clothes and hurriedly got dressed. He almost walked out of Violetâs room without another word, but something stopped him. She was the one who called him here, to her own apartment. Obviously she still enjoyed his company, otherwise she could have just called someone else, seeing as they were in her home city and she must know some local trade. Katya decided he was going to play her game. Walking over to the other side of the bed, the side Violet was facing, he crouched down until he was eye level with her. She was staring straight ahead, but met his eyes when he grabbed her chin and rubbed her bottom lip with her thumb.
âViolet, this was great, now give me a kiss goodbye.â He leaned in without letting her get a word out. Pressing his lips to hers, he expected at least some form of effort, but got nothing. Violet closed her eyes and let him kiss her, but did not move her lips at all. This wouldnât do, Katya thought. Pulling back, he stared at her face. Her eyes remained closed, until Katya grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her until she was lying on her back. She opened her eyes and stared up at him.
âIâm not leaving until you give me a kiss.â This was a bluff. If she really told him to leave, he would leave. Katya would do anything Violet asked, in that moment and any moment.
âI just did!â Violet protested.
âA real kiss.â Katya tried to read Violetâs emotions, but she was stone faced as she just stared up at him. He took her lack of a retort as permission. Climbing on the bed, he straddled her hips over the covers. He leaned down, his hands on either side of her head, and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Katyaâs immediately. Katya was surprised, but he allowed it. The kiss was even more passionate than he had expected or planned, not that he was complaining. He let it go on for a few seconds longer, and then slowly pulled back. Both were out of breath, and Katya could see the quick rising and falling of Violetâs bare chest.
âSee, now that wasnât so bad, was it Princess?â Katya used the nickname for Violet that he hadnât used since Manchester. He was trying to get a reaction out of her, but Violet just held eye contact with him and remained straight faced. Whatever, Katya thought. He would get to the bottom of her behavior sooner or later. He rolled off of Violet and left her apartment without another word.
Be Cruel To Me, Because Iâm A Fool For You (Vatya) 2/3 - Honey
A/N: Katya and Violet are friends with benefits, until Violet starts acting weird.
Hereâs chapter two. I decided Iâm gonna do one more chapter to end it. This was kinda hard to write because it started out as one thing but now itâs decided it wants to be another thing⌠Anyways, I did this one in like two hours yesterday but Iâm going to dragcon this weekend so it might take me a few days to write the last part. Bear with me please. Leave a comment if youâre real.
Katya laid in his hotel bed in Manhattan. The room was gorgeous, no doubt, but he still wished he was in Violetâs bed, curled up around her, talking about why math is related to music (âItâs all about dividing the amount of time in a measure up properly, I thinkâ), and why we eat pigs but not dogs (âItâs strictly culture! Pigs are smarter than dogs, Violet!â), and why Trixie should really break up with her new boyfriend, (âHeâs kind of a dick, donât you think, Vi?â). Katya missed all those things. He missed the smell of Violetâs hair, and the way she hummed a song to herself before she fell asleep, and the way he would sometimes wake up in the morning to her unconsciously sucking on one of his fingers. The last time that had happened was in Boston. He wracked his brain to try and remember everything about that night. The two were in the same show, and were subsequently placed in the same hotel. After the show, they went to their separate rooms to de-drag, and then Katya made his way over to Violetâs room. That was the night they had had slow, tender, passionate sex, Katya taking his time and drawing it out until he had Violet practically begging him to let her finish. He was fond of that night; it had a special little place in Katyaâs memories.
âUgh, what happened!â Katya said, out loud to himself. After the sex, the rest of the night was just⌠a blur. He remembered cuddling, because Violet was a whimpering mess after and Katya couldnât help but curl up around her, letting her be the little spoon like she always insisted. He had stayed the entire night, Katya remembered, and then⌠what happened? He was having trouble remembering the next morning. Was that the day he had flown to England for another tour? Katya thought for a while, and settled that it was. He remembered it now, all he did was wake up, kiss Violet goodbye, and leave. Nothing weird happened at all. Was there something he said?
âI gotta go soon, Vi. Iâm heading to the airport.â
âShame. Weâre so comfy.â
âSorry, kid. Iâll see ya⌠when I see ya. I think maybe weâre both in Portland at the same time? I donât know. Text me.â
âOkay.â They kissed quickly, and then Katya got out of bed. Shrugging on his clothes he made his way to the door.
âWait, bitch, you forgot your phone!â Katya turned around and walked back over to the bed, retrieving his phone from Violetâs hands.
âThanks.â He kissed her again. He had meant it to be a little goodbye peck on the lips, but Violet grabbed his head with both of her hands and held him tightly against her. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his. After what seemed like forever, Katya finally pulled back, breathless and slightly puzzled, but happy nonetheless. âThat was⌠really nice. See ya in a few weeks. Or whenever.â He walked out the door and into the hotel hallway, but not before stopping in the doorway and calling over his shoulder, âĐŃĐžŃаК.â Goodbye.
Katya sat up in bed. He had done nothing wrong at all. It wasnât fair for Violet to be treating him like this. He had thought he would be able to handle it, but now he was becoming more and more angry by the second. Furthermore, he knew he wouldnât even be able to sleep tonight with all of this on his mind. Katya shrugged off his blankets and stood, putting on whatever clothes he could find first. He walked out to the balcony of the room and lit a cigarette, and then called an Uber.
âââââââ-
Katya arrived at Violetâs apartment. Getting out of the Uber, he checked the time on his phone. 2:37 am. Violet was probably sleeping by now, he thought, but he decided to try his luck. He walked up the steps and into her building, and then stood outside her door, thinking. He decided he would text her.
Katya: You awake?
He watched the message go from delivered to âRead at 2:38 am.â He waited for the three dots to appear, which would mean she was typing a response, but nothing changed. This pissed him off, but he was used to it. Violet had a habit of not responding to his messages, a habit that had coincidentally began right after Boston. Katya decided to try again.
Katya: Violet
Katya: Violet
Katya: Violet
Katya: I know youâre awake
Katya: Answer me
He saw each one was read immediately. She must be sitting there, staring at her phone. âYouâre a little bitch, you know that?â Katya said out loud, although there was no one around to hear him, of course.
Katya: Iâm outside
Katya: Open the door
He saw the three little dots finally appear. After a few seconds,
Violet: im asleep
Katya almost screamed. Violet could be so frustrating sometimes.
Katya: Iâm not leaving until you let me in
Katya: Iâm staying out here all night if I have to
Katya sighed and sunk down to sit on the ground, leaning his back against the wall next to Violetâs door. Have it your way, Violet, he thought. He would sit out there all night and wait until she had to leave her apartment the next morning. He realized this was crazy, but he didnât care. He decided to send her one last text.
Katya: The carpet in your hallway is pretty comfortable anyways
He rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes. Katya wanted to sleep, but he wanted answers from Violet more. Still, he slowly started to nod off, until a creaking noise woke him up. His eyes shot open and he turned his head towards the source of the noise, which happened to be Violetâs door. She had poked her head out and he found himself making direct eye contact with her from the floor where he sat. Her long hair was in her face, and it hung down to her bare shoulders. She looked exactly the same as she did when he left her, only hours ago.
The two sustained eye contact for a few seconds, until Katya began to stand up. Violet quickly turned on her heels and walked back into her apartment and out of sight, although she left the door wide open. Katya took this as an invitation in.
Closing her front door behind him, Katya looked around. He didnât see Violet anywhere, which must mean she was in her bedroom. He took a moment to admire her apartment. Although he had been there many times, he thought there was a small possibility this could be his last, depending on how this night would go. With a sigh, he walked down her hall and into her room.
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I woke up this morning like a regular person. Now I have been reborn â¨
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