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Murder podcasts

Spencer Reid x reader 

Summary: Y/N has a tendency to listen to murder podcasts while doing chores, one day Spencer comes in unannounced scaring Y/N into action. (This summary sucks but it’s fluffy) 

A/N: shout out to @with-paint, she helped me form some of this fic so check them out. 

The eerie background music and narrator filled the kitchen as I scrubbed diligently at a plate. I blinked down at it, trying in vain to remember what the hell I used it for that would cause such a stubborn stain of food. Sighing, I squeezed the soap bottle some more and ran hot water over it. Maybe soaking it would help? 

Grabbing a few of the cups I had washed, I spun around from the sink to a towel I had laid out earlier. I scrunched my nose as cold soap suds ran down my arm, hit my elbow and fell to the floor in a sticky mess I didn’t want to deal with right now. 

I was so engrossed in the podcast playing over the Alexa that I barely even processed the grueling chore that was longer than normal. I was lost in the words, that an hour longer scrubbing at dishes seemed almost fun. The dishwasher had completely died a couple of weeks ago. 

Normally Spencer would speed read the manual to figure out what was wrong with the stupid machine. But unfortunately, his case in Michigan was taking longer than he anticipated. So, he hadn’t been home to look into it, leaving me to hand wash the dishes. I didn’t mind, it was a mindless task and allowed me to catch up on my favorite podcast. 

“They found her body a week later, twenty minutes from their house,” I shook my head at that, case freaking solved. Her husband obviously killed her. I mean there’s no way the police didn’t solve this case, come on.

I moved from the towel back to the sink, sticking my hands back into the soapy water. I always believed that I should be a detective. I could solve these cases easily, Spencer claims that suspicion can only take me so far and the reason that they don’t catch the guy is not because they don’t suspect it, but because they don’t have hard evidence. I normally just scoff and give him a kiss knowing that I would get the bad guy in the end, “hard evidence” my ass. 

“Two months later the police came in and found Jeff’s disembodied head laying on their kitchen counter.” My jaw dropped and I turned around furiously, bringing a wet butter knife with me, on instinct I pointed the knife at the device. 

“Oh shit.” I said to the speaker, as if it were relaying the case itself. Well turns out I was wrong. I cleared my throat and lowered the stupid knife. I placed it down and tried my best to look less scandalized. We all make mistakes. So I might have been a little off in my husband theory, but I mean I had only heard half the case at that point so it doesn’t speak anything of my amazing detective skills. I nodded at that and tossed the knife into a little stack of silverware. The metallic sound echoing around the kitchen. I smirked at my good throw and turned back to the sink. 

I quickly got into the true grove of washing the dishes, listening to the more gruesome details of the case. Turns out the killer did quite a number on old Jeff. I was halfway done with the remaining dishes when I felt a tap on my shoulder sending my heart into a frenzy. 

I whirled around quickly bringing the closest item with me as a weapon. The plastic spatula slapped the asalint straight in the face creating an awfully loud twack sound that bounced off the kitchen walls. I blinked in horror at realizing who exactly was standing in front of me. 

Spencer's cheek turned red immediately. 

“Oh my god! Spence! I am so sorry!” I dropped the spatula and brought my other hand to his face trying to soothe his skin. My hand was covered in water and soap suds, and it dripped down his face onto the already wet floor.

“I am so so sorry. You scared me.” I rubbed my thumb over the spot, feeling his heated skin. Jesus, I felt awful. I didn’t hold anything back when I hit him. I figured I was fending for my life, not greeting my boyfriend. 

“It’s okay.” His much larger hand cupped mine removing it from his face. The redness had died down a little, making his skin a rosy pink instead of the previous bright red. He looked adorable which only made me feel worse. Who looks that cute after getting slapped in the face with a spatula? 

Spencer startled me yet again when a chuckle came bubbling out of him. His laugh was like someone bottled the sound of happiness. It made my own laughter arise every time without a doubt even if I didn’t understand what was funny.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about you protecting yourself.” A loud squeak sound emitted from my body unexpectedly followed by more laughter. I slapped him very lightly across the chest, kissing his unharmed cheek. 

“You're lucky I wasn’t cutting vegetables.” I said,  rustling my way into his arms pulling his body against my tightly, loving the way his laughter shook my entire body. I felt the short press of his lips against the crown of my head before tucking my head into the nook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, taking the scent of him with me. The apartment had started to lose its scent with him being gone for so long. I was beyond eager for the apartment to smell like us again.

“I think those podcasts are giving you wild ideas.” 

“They would never find your body Dr.Reid.” I teased, poking gently at his side making him squirm in my grip. Another round of laughter filled the small space, it was only when it died down that I realized my podcast was still running in the background. 

“Alexa, stop,” I shouted into the air stopping the podcast. “The neighbor did it.” I said with coincidence knowing that my answer was correct this time. Spencer let out a belt of laughter, nodding his head, a big grin on his face. 

I pulled back from Spencer taking in his features for the first time. He looked tired, his eye bags had doubled creating a skunk in effect. I could see the trouble in his eyes, the case was hard. It killed me to see him after a hard case, he looked more and more defeated after each one. However, it was what he loved doing and my job wasn’t to erase the trauma of his job, but to ease him back into daily life. I thumbed his eye bags lazily, a pout taking over my face. 

“You wanna take a shower and I’ll start us some dinner.” I asked gently. Not wanting to completely destroy the quiet we created. He nodded slightly looking younger than ever. I quickly pulled him back into me taking all of his weight. “I love you bub.” His hair felt silky against my fingertips as I disentangled the curls. 

“Love you too.” He mumbled, his heated breath warming my skin. I waited a few comfortable minutes rocking our conjoined bodies in the cozy silence of our kitchen, I took a deep breath and said what was on my mind. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

I don’t ever ask Spencer for the details of his cases. He either goes into a tangent without prompting or doesn’t feel like talking about it. I used to think that talking to Spencer about his job would be like listening to my murder podcasts. It honestly was one of the things I was excited for, but I soon found out it’s nothing like that.

When Spencer spoke of cases it was personal. He felt every death that was caused and saw every killing through the eyes of monsters. He held so much emotion in his voice when he spoke of the victims, that I often can’t help but cry. How a person can hold that much pain and still continue to do it everyday, is beside me. 

He shook his head, squeezing my torso before finally pulling back and placing a soft kiss to my lips. 

I continued the dishes, washing the last few. I left the podcast off, listening instead to the shower from down the hall. I scrubbed off the last of the grime before starting the oven. A simple dinner was always best in these situations. I pulled out a pre-made chicken pot pie from the freezer and placed it in the oven. 

As I moved to dry and put away the dishes while waiting for pie to finish. Spencer emerged from the bathroom freshly bathed. He wore a thin gray shirt paired with some soft looking sweatpants. My upper lip jutted out automatically. God I love him. 

“Feel better?” I kept my voice low, not wanting to startle any peace that the shower might have brought him. He nodded slowly. 

“What did you cook?”

“A chicken pot pie, I hope that’s okay.” 

“It’s perfect.” He smiled and returned to my arms, kissing my neck once before tucking his head into my neck. The edge of his wet hair scraped against my skin in an uncomfortable way, yet I only moved enough to rub circles into his back. 

A loud beep emitted from the oven caused me to jump in Spencer's arms. He let out a small chuckle. 

“Pick us something to watch and I’ll plate us some food.” I hummed turning my back to him. I heard him walking towards the living room as I bent to retrieve the hot food. 

Spencer sat criss cross on the couch, Les Enfants du Paradis was displayed on the TV. I handed him the steaming bowl and sat down, sitting close enough for our knees to knock together. I have no idea what Les Enfants du Paradis was, but I would watch literally anything he wanted as long as he was here. 

“It’s in French, but I figured I could whisper the translations to you while we watch. Or I could pick something else?” 

“No! This is perfect Spence. I love it when you translate, you tell the story better.” He let out a little blush highlighting his previous slap mark. I bit my lip and winced slightly, “How’s your face?” 

He touched the spot faintly, he didn’t wince when his fingers made contact which was a good sign. However, I have an inkling that a small bruise would form in the center of the slap which was going to be a fun story to tell his colleagues Monday. 

“I’ve had worse, but you wield a lot of power with a cheap piece of plastic.”

“I am professionally trained in the art of spatula wielding Spence, don’t try that at home.” I stared at him, my face blank before a blast of laughter came out of both of us. One can only be so serious when you are talking about slapping people in the face with kitchen utensils. 

Spencer started up the movie, and we remained there for the rest of the evening. Laughter and dramatic sighs followed by even more dramatic translations from Spencer. At some point he went so off script that even I could tell his story was bullshit. I didn’t call him out though just allowed him to spit nonsense, I would let him create fake French stories until he was blue in the face if that meant we got to stay in this happy bubble forever. 

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New Years kiss

Tate Langdon x reader 

Summary: Y/N tries to warn off some unwanted attention when Tate steps in and loses his shit. 

Warning: There is a brief mention of unwanted sexual attention nothing is written detail.

The house was filled to the brim with people, each one creating more noise than necessary. I stood at the foot of bed gasping for an ounce of unobtained oxygen. My parents insisted on throwing the New Year's party here this year. 

We had just moved into the new house a couple months ago when my parents decided that our apartment would be too small for our growing family. They wanted to show off the new house with a bang, inviting practically everyone they knew to this party. 

The door slammed shut startling me out of my thoughts, Kevin McDay leaned against the wooden door. He was my mother’s best friend's son. We are exactly five months apart in age and our wedding has been planned since the joint gender reveal party our mothers had. The problem with that plan was that Kevin was a total tool. 

“What do you want Kevin?” He gave me a raised brow accompanied by a smirk.

“Just looking for you sweetheart.” He licked his lips, throwing me a wink. I grimaced and crossed my arms. 

“Every other girl at the party shut you down?” I snarked. He only smirked wider and moved towards me, hand clasped over his heart. 

“Woah, baby that hurt.” Kevin teased his red mouth still in that smirk. He pressed forward until the tips of his shoes overlapped mine. I glanced down at them and set my jaw. 

“Piss off, Kevin.” I hissed, pushing him square in the chest, he wobbled slightly, but insufferably remained in place. He laughed, I had been doing this my entire life, pushing Kevin away or telling him off. You would think that the guy would get a hint by now. 

“Come on Y/N, I was hoping you would be my New Year’'s kiss at midnight.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, in a way that was attempting to be charming. I laughed flatly in his face. 

“As if Kevin. Go find some other girl downstairs. I am sure there is someone desperate enough to kiss a pig.” I spat and attempted to push him again, putting a little more force behind this shove. He stumbled back a little before recovering quickly.

 He slid a hand up my face, I was quick to swat it away. “Cut it out Kevin.” He just laughed, leaning in closer to me. I had never been afraid of Kevin. I always believed that he would back up after I pushed him away a couple times, but anxiety now started to rise in my chest. 

“Pretty sure she told you to leave her alone.” Tate's voice rang throughout the room bouncing off the ceiling. Kevin spun around at lightning speed, losing his footing. Tate had not made a single sound upon his arrival. I was used to it from months of living in the ghost filled house. 

“Where the hell did you come from?” Kevin spat. He had regained his footing now, his head still spinning with the suddenness of Tate’s appearance. 

Tate just gave him a wicked smile that honestly scared me a little. Five months and I had never seen this side of the young boy. I knew he had some problems, he had spoken briefly of them in passing conversations; rage and rash decisions he had made in the past. But I had never seen it first hand. 

A calm anger seemed to take over his entire body, bubbling out to show a tranquil smile. His eyes seemed too empty in that moment, the dark brown had faded into a black abyss. Kevin was just as taken back by the look as I was. He immediately backed away trying to get as far away from Tate as possible. The blonde simply wasn’t allowing the other boy to get away; he continued his advances, backing Kevin into the corner. 

I could see Kevin start to shake, his eyes trying to find a way around Tate to catch my eye. I never liked him, but his fear had sparked something loose in me. I had grown up with this kid and as much as I wanted to punch him in the face, I didn’t want Tate to inflict pain on him. 

“It's okay Tate, let’s just go.” I tried my best to sound calm and made my move towards the door, hoping to forget this whole encounter and get some time alone with Tate away from the bustle of people. However, Tate didn’t budge from his spot. A hand now fisted a wad of Kevin's shirt. 

I placed a hand on Tate’s shoulder, his muscle there so tense I could feel every clenched nerve. “Come on Tate let him go, it’s not worth it”. He stayed stapled in his spot. 

He started to shake, his whole body convulsing with anger, Kevin didn’t know what to do. Tate's grip was still deathly tight on his shirt. I was panicking at the reaction from both boys. I did the only thing I could think of which was to get in between the two of them. 

I could understand why Kevin was petrified, Tate's face was truly haunting. I had expected a wet rage to be displayed on his face, however the truth was far more terrifying. 

Tate wore a joker-like smile, it took over his entire face. His eyes held no emotion; they were void of everything besides darkness. His whole expression had the calmness of a practiced killer looking down at his next victim. Everything in me wanted to run. I reached up touching a thumb to the corner of his smile, I could feel the subtle twitch of his lip. 

“Hey, Tate it’s okay.” I hadn’t known that I was crying until the tears seeped into my voice. “I am okay, we are good.” My voice had slipped into a slightly begging tone. I just wanted him to look like him again. The Tate I knew and loved, not this scary guy. 

“Tate, please.” I begged, giving up on the dignity, the pleading seemed to snap him out of the trace as he released the front of Kevin’s shirt. 

A loud thud sounded throughout the space as Kevin’s knees hit the floor, he didn’t even bother standing up, opting to crawl out of the room. I would have found the gesture hilarious if I wasn’t still mildly terrified. 

“Oh god.” Tate said as if his actions had just caught up to him. “Oh god.” He repeated as his eyes started to fill with tears. The thing was Tate always looked so beautiful when he cried, it was like everything inside of him melted and flowed down his face showing his true self. 

My hand was still on his face rubbing soft circles with the pad of my thumb. The anxiety started to leave my body as I saw my Tate return to me. 

“I am so sorry.” His voice was wet with tears and disbelief. Something in my body took over and pulled him into my grip before I could react. I was still scared shitless of him, but my mind had overridden itself. The urge to hold him overweighting my fear of him. 

“I am so so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Tate sobbed out. I ran my hand through his hair soothing down the messed up pieces. I couldn’t speak, still too in shock to do anything, but hold him. “Please don’t be scared of me Y/N, please.” 

And the thing was I wasn’t. I wasn’t scared of Tate. I was scared of whatever darkness had taken over his body. Turning Batman into the Joker was not an easy task, yet this house had managed to do it. I shushed him, rocking us back and forth. 

“3. 2. 1. Happy New Year!” Downstairs erupted with noise, people yelled and cheered while blowing into noise makers. I pulled back placing a shallow kiss on Tate’s lips, they were cold and hesitant. He hadn't made up his mind to kiss me back by the time I pulled away. 

“Happy New Year Tate.” I whispered, the sound getting lost in the ongoing noise. He placed a kiss underneath each of my eyes, kissing away the remaining tears. 

“Happy New Year.” 

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Masterlist

Supernatural 

Everyone (platonic) 

shifting into the supernatural 

Y/N has a tendency to leave her world for the supernatural word and Sam Wonder why. 

Jack Kline 

The smallest Winchester 

Jack and Y/N are making out after a stressful hunt when Sam walks in forcing Y/N to reveal their relationship to both of his brothers. 

Criminal minds 

Spencer 

Murder podcasts 

Y/N has a tendency to listen to murder podcasts while doing chores, one day Spencer comes in unannounced scaring Y/N into action. (This summary sucks but it’s fluffy) 

American horror story

Tate  

Always

Y/N’s family moved into murder house hoping for a change. Y/N didn’t have much hope for that, her parents are destined to fight for the rest of their lives and Y/N is destined to hear it. However, it is different now because Tate is here now. 

New Years kiss 

Y/N tries to warn off some unwanted attention when Tate steps in and loses his shit. 

Marvel 

Stucky

No more double dates 

Steve is subjected to another double date with Bucky. He decides to leave early not wanting to spend the night like this anyway. Steve finds a way to persuade Bucky into no more double dates.  

Harry potter 

Sirius 

Chicken, Sirius 

Y/N is in love with Sirius but never acts upon it sticking to her role as best friend until James gets drunk and makes them play a game.

One direction 

Niall 

Niall’s ring

It’s Y/N’s wedding day but she might be holding on to a piece of the past. 

Youtubers 

Shane Madej 

Welcome to Buzzfeed high 

Y/N works at Buzzfeed and is filming ‘Following a High School Schedule for 24 Hours’ video with Jazzmyne and Lindsay. Can Shane and Y/N keep it professional when Shane is suppose to be her teacher? 

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Always

Tate Langdon x reader 

Summary: Y/N’s family moved into murder house hoping for a change. Y/N didn’t have much hope for that, her parents are destined to fight for the rest of their lives and Y/N is destined to hear it. However, it is different now because Tate is here now. 

A/N: Hello, this summary sucks it’s just there for the symmetry of my blog. 

I sat at the top of the staircase, the distant chatter of my parents continuing on. I could hear their hushed yells from the kitchen. They always believed that they were so discreet about the fighting, waiting until they thought I was asleep or occupied, but nothing could silence the noise when they really got into it. The hushed whispers would soon turn into raging shouts that rattled the base of the house until one of them eventually gave up leaving the other to weep in the kitchen. It was like that in the last house, how foolish of them to believe a new house would fix that. 

It was our fifth month in the new house and nothing had changed, but I wasn’t like them. I knew a new house in a new state wouldn’t change the broken state of our family. The arguing no longer affected me like it used to. 

Their volume steadily started to grow, their voice now at a regular pitch opposed to the whispering. I place a finger into my ear pulling it out before placing it back in, testing the volume.

“That’s not what this is about and you know it, Ben!” My mother threw the first real shout. I squeezed my eyes shut hard until spots began to appear in the darkness. Back in Washington I would close my eyes real tight and imagine I had a sibling to deal with all of this with; someone I could sit with and hold while our parents tore each other apart. Then, that fantasy shifted to a boyfriend that would hold me as I weeped at the lost love between the two people who raised me. By the time we moved to LA I had given up on fantasies, giving into the reality of having parents who hated each other. 

That was until I met Tate, a patient my father tended to. A weird boy who was dead and could somehow be too good to be true. Life had finally given me a person who would be there whenever. It had given me a weird sweet boy who needed someone just as much as I did. 

“Tate?” I whisper, not wanting to draw attention from my parents, not that they would be able to hear me over the shouting match. “Tate?” I try again a little louder. He didn’t appear right away, which is bound to happen from time to time. He wasn’t some servant that was forced to appear at my beck and call. Tate was my friend, my something more. 

I rested my head against the wooden banister, finally opening my eyes. I could see the kitchen from this angle, my parents circling each other throwing their hands around in exaggeration. Tears slowly began to escape running down my cheeks. I hated to cry. It made me feel weak, the world was shit and this was the shitty hand I was dealt, suck it up Y/N. 

“I am right here. Always.” Tate wrapped his upper body around mine, head resting in the crock of my neck, his words whispered directly into my ear. It used to startle me, him just appearing in my arms, but I soon found comfort in the thought that at any moment his skin might be pressed against mine. 

“They used to love each other, I know it doesn’t look like it, but they did. I used to come down the stairs of our old house and find them cuddled on the couch watching a movie or sharing sweet short kisses in the kitchen. I just-” He moved my hair away from my neck gently nuzzling his nose against my pulse. “I just want you to know that they weren't always like this.” I turned my head now causing Tate to pull back. He tipped his head forwards until our forehead were firmly pressed against each other. He placed a chapped kiss to my lips. Nothing to press forwards or to get lost in. Just his lips against mine for a moment, a reminder that he was there. 

“I don’t know what happened Tate, maybe that's just how love works. You fall out just as fast as you fall in.” His hand came up to cup my jaw, the cool metal of his thumb ring cooling my hot skin. “Maybe that’s what will happen to us, one day we'll wake up and not love each other anymore.”

“No!” he shouted, pulling back in a sudden outburst, the volume change made me jump, popping the bubble that we created around us. “Don’t say that Y/N.” he leaned back in lowering his voice significantly. “Always, Y/N/N.”

It was a phrase Tate said often. A promise he vowed; I will always be here, I will always love you, it will always be us. It meant all of those things and more. The funny thing was that out of all the people in the world Tate was probably the only person who could keep it. 

“Always.” I breath the words into his skin, hoping that he understood that I truly meant it. I wouldn’t let us be like them, because looking into Tate’s dark brown eyes I knew that there was no way in hell I would wake up one day and not love him with everything I have in me. 

He looked down at me with a smile. And I smiled back. 

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The smallest Winchester

Jack Kline x Winchester!reader

summary: Jack and Y/N are making out after a stressful hunt when Sam walks in forcing Y/N to reveal their relationship to both of his brothers. 

A/N: Panic attack are different for everyone so the way I descried it is how it feels to me personally it might be different for other. 

The feeling of Jack underneath him soothed away the stress from the last hunt, it was supposed to be an open and closed case. A small vamp nest an hour away from the bunker, a small vamp nest turned out to be a large vamp nest that the three brothers walked into blindly. But none of that matter when Jack ran his hand through the youngest Winchester's hair tugging on it slightly. It had taken Y/N a long time to reassure Jack that the tug felt good after he did it on accident a while ago.

He moved down Jack's neck, careful not to leave any marks that the boys could see. His nose nudging against the Nephilim’s Jawline pushing it up to expose more of his skin. Jack let out a pleasant sigh, arching his hips up clashing into the other boy's pelvis. Y/N smiled against his neck placing a hand on Jack's hip. 

“Wow easy there” he said, finally removing his lips from the other boys, the smile overtook his mouth again hovering above Jack. 

“I missed you'' Jack whispered, lazy smile displayed on his lips as well. Y/N lowered his head to connect their lips again telling Jack he missed him as well without getting sappy about it. Jack moved back to Y/N’s hair scratching his scalp. Y/N/N rolled his hips into Jack swallowing the moans that escaped. 

“Hey Y/N/N-” Y/N flew off of the younger boy landing on the floor with a loud thud, he looked up at his brother in a panic. 

“Hey, Sammy. I was just hanging with Jack filling him in on the hunt wild times. He was just asking questions about the nest and” his heart was facing and his airway was getting smaller with each word. 

“Hey calm down, I’ll be in the library when you are ready to talk, no rush” Sam left leaving the door ajar slightly. Y/N could hear his footsteps fade into the distance. He remained on the floor trying to catch his breath, half from the rising panic attack and half from the make out session he never got to recover from. 

Jack moved from the bed to sit next to his boyfriend on the floor, placing his body so they were sitting face to face. He picked Y/N’s hands up off of the floor, rubbing his thumb over the backs of his hands. This is always what Y/N/N did when he got nervous about new human things. 

“Can you take a deep breath?” Y/N nodded, taking in a big breath of air and letting it out slowly following Jack’s lead. His focus on the pad of Jack’s thumb, it was slightly calloused feeling rough against his hand grounding him back earth. 

“What’s wrong? Why did you forget how to breathe?” his voice held so much innocents

“I panicked, it’s called a panic attack.” 

“Why did you panic” it accorded to Y/N that Jack didn’t know why their relationship was a secret he had just told them that his brothers couldn’t know and he went along with it. Both boys stayed silent while Y/N tried to figure out what to say. 

“Well I panicked because the boys don’t know that I like boys” Jack cocked his head at the statement making the most adorable face that Y/N had ever seen. He moved closer to the angel until his knees sat in the other boy's lap placing his hand on Jack's jaw. 

“Well you see on earth most boys like girls that’s called being straight. That what most people are so it’s kinda like the default setting. So when a boy like an other boy that’s called being gay and Sam and Dean don’t know I am gay yet and Sammy just caught us kissing so now I have to tell them and I am not sure how” his breath started to pick back up again thinking about telling them. It’s not that he thought his brothers would hate him for it or anything. Charlie was gay and they loved her he just didn’t want them to see him any different. Jack placed his hands on top of Y/N’s removing them from his face.

“There your brothers Y/N/N. They are your blood, they love you. Plus you have done way worse than like boys so have they. I mean Dean was a demon at one point” Y/N let out a chuckle, shoulder slouching as the words took the weight off of them. He moved into his forehead was Y/N/Nsed against Jack’s 

“I love you” he whispered, it wasn’t something he said often. He showed his love through actions but in that moment his love for Jack bubbled out of him like a volcano and it felt like he had to say them. They both smiled before sharing a short kiss. Jack ran his head through Y/N’s hair one last time before the older boy stood up and left the room. 

The walk to the library felt like walking off the plank, each step closer Y/N could feel sea water hitting his face. He peeked into the library to see both of his brothers sitting at the war table, suddenly he plunged into the cold water knocking the air from his lungs. Every time he tried to take a breath there was nothing but water. Cold water filled his lungs until that’s all he could feel. He tried to picture Jack’s face, tried to remember his words of encouragement but nothing but water surrounded him. He closed his eyes accepting the ice.

“Hey Y/N/N calm down, breath” his older brothers voice plunged him from the water

“De '' he breathed, hands shooting out to grab the edges of Dean’s flannel desperate to hold something real. 

“I am drowning Dean, I can’t breathe, help” Dean looked up at Sam panic in his eyes, Sam had the Same look. They had seen panic attacks before but they had always been mild, nothing like this. 

“Hey Y/N/N buddy. You're not drowning bud we are in the bunker no water insight. You're just having a panic attack, it’s gonna pass okay but you have to breathe ok? Follow me okay” Dean began to take deep breaths hoping his little brother would follow along. He could hear Sam deep breaths behind him. 

Soon all three brothers were taking deep breaths. Y/N’s grip loosening around Dean. He could feel his body slowly return to him with every breath, the ground steadily returning underneath him. It was a while before anyone spoke but Dean was the one who eventually broke the silence. 

“Are you okay kid?” he moved to pull Y/N into him as he fully seated himself next to his brother. 

“I could feel the cold water in my lungs. It all happened so fast” he said “but I am okay now, thank you.” Sam soon joined the boys on the floor. The three of them sat huddled on the library floor until everyone’s breath evened out. 

“What got you all worked up?” Y/N snapped his head towards Sam. They shared a stare, Sam giving his brother a sympathetic look. 

“Someone wants to tell me what the hell is going on?” Dean said, poking his head in between the two boys switching between both of their faces. Y/N sucked in a mouthful of air before opening his mouth to speak.

“ I came to tell you that…” he didn’t know why he was so nervous it was Sam and Dean. His brothers, the people who basically raised him yet his tongue felt huge in his mouth. 

“Aye calm down Y/N/N. What’s wrong” 

“I umm I like boys” he finally blurted out. He was surprised when Dean started to laugh. A deep earthy chuckled flowed out of his brother's body as if he was at a comedy club. Sam soon joined it. 

“I am sorry kid. It’s just. We kinda figured” he stopped into between to laugh 

“What do you mean? No you didn’t” Y/N’s voice raised an octave. 

“I mean you never showed any interest in the girls we would show you at the bars when we would sneak you in” Sam added to the conversation for the first time. 

“And you seemed really interested in that Johnson kid awhile back” Y/N’s face turned bright red, David Johnson was the son of two hunters that the brothers ran into two years ago. He was a couple years older than Y/N and hot. Dave happened to be the first kiss but he thought he had been more conspicuous about the ordeal. Sam and Dean's laughter grew louder at their brother's embarrassment. 

“Yea, you were cloud nine when we left there” Sam and Dean looked at each other starting a whisper of conversations about Y/N’s lifted mood after hunting with Johnson’s.

Everyone went quite as Jack entered the room. Y/N cheeks heating at the sight of Jack. His blond hair stuck up in multiple directions creating what looked like little horns. He wanted to laugh at it but the sound caught in his throat as Dean looked at him with wide eyes. His pinked cheeks turned absolutely crimson. 

“No,” Dean says looking in between them, Jack cocked his brow at Dean. He looks so adorable I might die, Y/N thinks and God I am so in love with him. 

“Dean I-“ He wasn’t sure what he was gonna say in the first place. Jack plopped down next to him without saying a word.  

“Did you tell them?” Jack means to whisper and fully believes that he had silently asked the question to just Y/N but it came out loud, all three Winchesters hearing it clearly. 

“Yes I did. Thanks Jack” Y/N ‘whispers’ back at the Same volume. He smiles at the nephilim. Jack smiles back. Y/N leans down to rest his head on Jack's shoulder, Jack is quick to place his on the inner part of his knee. 

“So proud of you” it comes out like an actual whisper this time. It makes Y/N’s eye sight go blurry with tears. A kiss was soon Y/N/Nsed to his temple. 

“Woah” Dean half shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. “I am all for you liking dudes go for it, but the devil's kid” he protested was half ass. 

“Sam dated a werewolf.” Y/N was quick to accuse. The room broke out in laughter even Jack picking up on the lightness of the moment. “I am kinda in love with  him Dean,” it comes out mumbled and almost ineligible but everyone in the room knows what he meant. 

Y/N's face feels like it’s on fire as he hides his face in Jack's shoulder. He wanted to get lost in Jack. 

“Fine don’t get all chick flick moment on me” Dean rolls his eyes before adding “ I will smite your ass if you hurt him or cause an apocalypse, devil boy” with that he excites the war room. 

“I am happy for both of you. We love you Y/N/N no matter what.” Sam left the room after that leaving the newly outed couple by themselves. 

“I love you too,'' Jack says,they started starry eyed at each other for longer than necessary. They couldn’t help it. Love was love and it was in the air. 

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Shifting into the supernatural

Sam x reader (platonic), Dean x reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N has a tendency to leave her world for the supernatural word and Sam Wonder why. 

A/N: From what I understand shifting is a super realistic version of lucid dreaming. It is a big thing on tik tok at the moment. So that is where I got the inspiration for this fic. I have not attempted to shift realities so I am not 100% sure how it works so if you are interested in attempting to shift watch a youtube video and do research.

I sat in the small hotel bathtub. My knees pulled into my chest at an attempt to make myself as small as possible. The tub was only about 4 feet long and half that deep, which didn't mix well when you put two people in it. Especially when one of them was Sam Winchester who stood at 6’4” without shoes. Sam let out a small grunt as he tried to sit up taller, his left foot kicking me in the back. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, moving around trying to fit his legs at a more comfortable angle. I quickly shushed him. Dean was just outside of the door, a girl screaming at him as he calmly tried to explain why he was also sleeping with her friend after their night of so-called “passion”. It would be quite funny if he hadn’t forced Sam and I into the bathroom after getting the angry call from said girl claiming she was coming to get “something off her chest”. I am pretty sure he thought she was gonna come in, rant about her day, and then take him away to have a “good” time, meaning Sammy and I would only be in the bathtub for the five minutes it took Dean to suggest heading back to her place. But when she came in yelling about Dean being a “no good dirty bastard” we knew we would be in here for a while.

The creaking under Sam's weight felt like the loudest sound for miles, even though it hardly made a dent against the sound waves traveling from the hotel room. The yelling soon grew repetitive and old, no longer being gossip to hold against Dean. I looked at Sam for a while, trying not to laugh as he grimaced about the details the girl was giving about her night with Dean. Dean’s voice soon came into the conversation. Sam and I had both zoned it out at that point. 

“Kid, there actually is something I have been meaning to ask you,” I nodded at him to continue. “Why do you come here?'' The question stumped me. I knew why I shifted into their world everyday, why I sat anxiously in my last class waiting for the bell to ring so I could come here and be with them. Why I hold in a tiny breath every time I start to shift, praying that this still works. I had just never had to put those feelings into words. Now all of the words I was  thinking felt wrong. Like the weight of them didn’t match the weight in my heart. 

“Not that we don’t love to have you here Y/N. I mean we wait around all morning for you to get here. I just don’t understand why. You’ve told us about your world. There are no monsters or demons or angels in your world. No looming apocalypse every year or death waiting around the corner. You are safe there, so why come here?” 

They waited for me, they sat here anxiously waiting to see if I would show up. That’s why I came here, I thought. 

“I matter here, Sammy,” he looked confused at me, his puppy dogs eyes shining through. “At home I am always second best. You know the friend you talk to after your first friend said no. Or the filler friend until you can find someone better to replace me. I am average in my classes and just in life in general, but here; I matter. I am on Team Free Will, saving the earth.” My voice starts to lose its edge and volume. “I am truly loved here, you and Dean and Cas make everything better. I guess because you care about me so deeply, that it makes me care about myself. So you’re right, no death threatening event in my world, but also, no you. No Dean. No Cas. Hell I would appreciate Crowley being in my world.” We both let out a laugh that dies down quickly as we soak up the new knowledge we were each given. 

Sam suddenly had that protective big brother look on his face, the one that was normally displayed on Dean's face. It felt weird to go from being the one that cares and makes sure everyone is okay to being looked at like a fragile being that someone else is willing to hold together while you fall apart. I cried the first time Dean looked at me like that, I wanted to be mad and tell him piss off that. I didn’t need a big brother to watch over me. I had gone my whole life without one, but the truth was, I desperately needed a big brother and now I am realizing, I needed two. 

“Don’t tell Dean though, don't need him getting all sappy on me.” We both let out a loud chuckle that rippled off the small bathroom walls. Sam leaned back into his laugh. 

Cold water jolted out of the shower head, spraying me directly in the chest. A gasp escaped me, as it soaked straight through my clothes. Sam’s laugh became nuclear, he seemed unbothered by the water that was slowly making it way to his side of the bath. Too distracted by my current shivering state. I pulled sharply at the edge of his flannel to catch him off guard. He fell forward, giving me just enough room to slip underneath him to the other side of the tub. The laughter stopped abruptly, the cold water knocking the air out of his lungs. It was my turn to let out a loud cackle. 

We were so caught up in the water war that we didn’t notice the lack of yelling followed by the loud sound of the front door slamming. Dean threw open the bathroom door. His mouth formed around words but stopped at the sight of me and Sam laying on the tub floor soaking wet, water still cascading down on top of us. His angry expression vanished.  

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I could tell that it was taking everything in him not to laugh at our position. He was putting on what me and Sam call his dad face, his face set in a stone cold serious expression. It always had a way of making you feel like you’re three years old and you just got caught cutting your siblings hair with the kitchen scissors. His eyes betrayed him though. There was a glimmer of light in them that said he wanted to laugh.  

“We are doing what you told us.” I squeaked, moving into an upright sitting position, smiling sheepishly at Dean. 

“I told you guys to hide in the bathroom, not create a tsunami in the tub.” Sammy let out a bark of a laugh that was silenced by Dean's crossed arms. My lips curled involuntarily inward to stop my own laughter from spilling into the room. 

Sam now stood, making me so tiny on the bathtub floor, alone surrounded by two giants. I stood to suppress that feeling. It didn’t work. I was always a foot or so shorter than the boys even while standing. The water now hit the top of my head, spraying around me. 

“What did you expect Dean? We were in here for thirty minutes while that girl screamed about the ‘night of love making’ you two shared and how you had one with her friend two days later. We got bored.” Sam reached up and moved the shower head so it was now pointed at the very front of the tub. 

“Yeah,” Dean reached around and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry you had to hear that kid.” I gave him a real smile followed by a shrug of my shoulders. I knew Dean was a player, I could have gone without the details, but I am not scarred for life or anything.  

“Hey, what about me? I deserve an apology.” 

“You deserve nothing.” Dean pointed an accusatory finger at Sam. “I told you that was her friend the other night at the bar, ‘No Dean, her friend was shorter with lighter hair’.” He mocked Sam's voice as he turned around in a small circle to face the opposite wall. Sam bumped his shoulder into mine lightly. Looking up I saw a mischievous grin displayed on his face, he was holding the shower head in his hand. He gave a short nod towards Dean, before mouthing a wordless countdown. 

“You no good dirty bastard!” I yelled when he got to one. Dean whirled around fast, confusion riddled his whole body. Sam was quick to lift the shower head up, spraying Dean straight in the face. His face the moment the water hit was priceless, he was truly in disbelief. 

“You two are asking for it.” Dean growled, lunging towards us. 

I quickly tried to jump out of the tub, unfortunately so did Sam. We crashed into each other landing on the tile floor, a heap of legs and elbows. Sam manages to catch my head in his palm before it smacks the ground. The room echoes with laughter, each of us wet, cold, and unbelievably happy. 

“Alright we need dry clothes or we will all catch pneumonia.” Sam says breaking the laughter. 

“Like that would kill a Winchester. Right kid?” Dean splashes water in my direction, I laughed nodding my head. My heart was growing as Sam threw a towel around my shoulders. 

I could stand being Y/N Y/L/N in my world as long as I got to be Y/N Winchester here.

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Niall’s ring

Niall Horan x reader 

Summary: It’s Y/N’s wedding day but she might be holding on to a piece of the past. 

A/N: Hey guy I just want to clarify the jargon, Y/N= your name, Y/BFF/N= your best friends name, Y/F/N= your friends name, Y/OF/N= your other friends name, Y/M/N= your mom’s name. 

The dressing room was filled with the laughter and chatter of bridesmaids as they circled around the bride. Y/N was wearing a beautiful white dress that covered the floor around her, her hair half up with the rest in loose curls framing her face. She felt beautiful with all her closest friends surrounding her gawking at her appearance in the vanity mirror. She absently mindly rotated the engagement ring around her finger. It still felt weird even though Derek gave it to her a year ago. Everyone's attention was now on the ring. 

“I still can’t believe the rock on that ring,” Y/F/N said, taking Y/N’s hand in her own. They all laughed, the ring was truly amazing. It was at least three carrots and noticeable from four feet away. It was breathtaking to another female in a twelve mile radius but Y/N had never been one for diamonds. 

“I have been meaning to ask what that ring is from?” Y/OF/N asked, pointing at the ring on the opposite hands ring finger. It was a simple ring with a metal square on top, a five petaled flower burned into the center of the square. “I don’t think I have ever seen you take it off within the four years that I have known you”. Y/N’s face slowly started to turn crimson at the comment. 

“A friend gave it to me a long time ago” Y/BFF/N let out a loud scoff turning everyone's attention to her. 

“It’s a ring that Niall gave her ten years ago” everyone’s face twisted into one of shock. They have all heard of Niall Horan it’s hard not to when he is ridiculously famous and ex best friend of one of your friends. They were also Y/N’s closest friends so they knew that best friends was not the best term to use for their previous relationship. 

“Y/N, maybe you should take it off,” Y/F/N said. The words took awhile to register in her head, She hadn’t taken the ring off except for a shower in ten years but it made sense. She shouldn’t wear Niall’s ring while she walks down the aisle. She slid the ring off her finger with slight resistance. All of the girls cheering as she placed the ring on the vanity. 

“Girls, the groomsmen need to practice walking one more time before the real deal” Y/M/N said poking her head into the room. A loud groan was shared between all the girls as they left.   

She holds the ring between her thumb and forefinger fiddling it between the two fingers. Her gaze remaining on the small flower burned into the metal. Tears were starting to brim in the corners of both eyes blurring her vision of the ring. The door’s hinges made a creaking sounds as an outsider stepped into the room. Only her mother and the bridesmaids were allowed in this part of the house, she knew it could only be Y/BFF/N.

“ I always thought he would give me a wedding ring to go along with it” the tears began flowing down her cheeks landing softly on the wooden vanity. 

“ I would have got you one, petal” that was the last voice she was expecting to hear, she spun her body around at lighting speed, the ring slipping from her grip landing on the carpeted floor softly.  

“I- I, You’re not supposed to be up here, Niall” She truly didn’t know what to say, he obviously wasn’t supposed to hear her confession. 

“I just wanted to see you before you walk down the aisle,” the awkward silence grew by the minute, Niall began rocking heel to toe still standing in the doorway. He made the decision to leave, turning his back to her. Y/N finally felt the courage to speak, 

“I would have said yes” her words were a mere whisper in the wind. Every syllable hit Niall’s heart like a bomb exploding a different piece each time until it was nothing but ash and memories of the chances he never took. She would have said yes and he was the idiot that toured the world and never thought to ask expecting her to stay here in this small town until his life slowed down.  

Bending down she swooped the ring off the floor, sliding it over the first centimetre of her index finger before realizing the action, the anger settling in her chest as his words rang in her ears. She ripped the ring off her finger violently, throwing it against the farthest wall. The tiny dink of the metal against wood did nothing to satisfy her anger. 

“I just saw Niall, he looked like he wanted to throw himself down the stairs, serves him ri-” Y/BFF/N sentence died at the sight of her best friend. She all but ran to Y/N her arm wrapping around her friend's frame. 

“Oh sweetheart what happened?” Y/BFF/N started rocking both of them back and forth trying to soothe the woman like she was a small child. The two friends stayed like that for a while Y/N’s cries filling the small dressing room. 

“I am scared I will always love him more than anyone else” Y/N's words came out breathy, she was holding back another wave of tears. She had already cried way too much for a bride on her wedding day. “I love Derek, I really do. I love his smile and I love being around him and his jokes. I love his hair and how he sings stupid songs in the shower. I-”

“Y/N” Y/BFF/N said stepping in to cut off the woman's rambles “You don’t have to prove that you love him to me” They both knew that Y/BFF/N wasn’t the person she was trying to prove anything too. 

“But, what if that’s not enough. What if I can never love him with everything in me because part of me will always be stuck in 2010 when he gave me that stupid ring and told me he loved me. I wanted to marry him so bad that I held on to the dumbass ring for ten years hoping that one day he would propose to me and I would be able to say this is the first ring your dad ever gave me to our kids” spit was flying from her mouth splattering against the mirror. The lump bobbing in her throat creating a choking sensation. 

“Hey, woah calm down. Breath.” she began rubbing a small circle in her back, Y/BFF/N had honestly been waiting for this occurrence. She had warned Y/N multiple times that inviting Niall to the wedding was a bad idea. 

A faint knock startled both girls, untangling their arms from each other both girls were surprised to see Niall back at the door. His hands were clasped in front of him. Y/N couldn’t help but think that he looked incredibly small in that moment, like the boy he was when he had given her that ring long ago. 

“Can I have a moment?” The question was directed at Y/BFF/N, she was glaring holes into his skin hoping that he would die. Her gazing moving towards Y/N looking for any sign of discomfort when she showed none. Y/BFF/N slowly made her way out the room, closing the door as she made her final descent. 

“I just want to say, m’sorry. It’s your wedding day and I want you to be happy s’all” he was still standing nervously by the door not wanting to overstep his bounds. She let out a huge sigh. 

“I love you Niall, I have always loved you and will always love you till the day I die. The day you left for x-factor broke my heart and you gave me that ring and I kept it on for ten year Ni, TEN YEARS! Through three boyfriends and an engagement I kept that dumb ass flower promise ring on hoping that you would come back to me and you never did” Niall opened his mouth trying to think of something to say “No, and I never hated you for it. I wanted nothing but success for you because out of everyone in this world you deserved it. I just wished you had stopped to come back for me.” Her breaths came out ragged and sharp. Her heart was laying on the floor and she couldn’t decide if that was a good decision. He would either stomp on it again or pick it up and both frightened her. Niall’s feet were pulling him closer to the girl he had broken. His arms wrapping around her waist before he could think too hard about it. 

“ I am so sorry, love. I waited too long and I will never forgive myself for that. But I would just ruin your life, petal. My career is not stopping and you deserve someone like Derek that can be there every day and be there for you and your kids one day and be a happy family. I want that so bad, only ever wanted that with you, but I can’t give you that to you, sweetheart” Her body moving into his, needing to feel his chest against her cheek. There was nothing left to say between the two. 

Y/N wiped her face pulling back to look at Niall in the eyes for the first time. Fresh tears were still leaking out of his crystal blue eyes. Her thumb moved to wipe his tear stained cheeks, It was like caring for him and was wired into her system.

“I forgive you” she wasn’t sure those were the right words to say, but Niall let out a sigh of relief regardless making her feel better about her choices. Their foreheads moving together until they bumped. Niall's hand moving up to cup Y/N’s Jaw. The kiss was short one second Niall’s lips were pressed firmly against her and the next they were gone. 

“I will always love you, petal. Never forget that” He swiftly moved out of the door. Y/N stood rooted in her stop listening to his footsteps get farther away. 

“Okay” she said aloud to the empty room smoothing down the wrinkles in her dress. “Time to get married”

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No more double dates

Steve stood behind the small group that consisted of Bucky and the two girls that were their dates for the night. He didn’t mind much when the girl that was his “date” elected to stand by her friend instead of him. He didn’t mind that most of these double dates that Buck set up went like this. He didn’t mind because he liked the smile that appeared on Bucky's face when he agreed to go. A smile that is similar to the one plastered on his face as he turned around to look at Steve. 

“Do you see that?” He asked, his bright with excitement. Steve went to nod his head when he came to realize that he couldn’t see anything on the stage, Bucky and even the two girls were blocking his view. Bucky could tell by the hesitation oh his best friends face that he couldn't see anything. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought as he knew that Steve would never admit that.

Steve's mind went into shock as he felt Bucky’s hand wrap around his bicep, moving Steve infront of him. Steve could feel the rise and fall of Bucky's chest against his back as they were forced together by the swarm of people; everyone was trying to get a peek of the future that was displayed on the stage. A single man stood, doused in the spotlight, occupied by a red car and a few beautiful, model type dames. 

“In a couple years, the car will be renovated into flying cars. In fact, we have already started the process.” The man spoke a bright brim poking through his mustache. The whole crowd was silent, eyes following as the man moved towards a panel of buttons. He pressed a few, and like he promised, the car began to hover off the ground. 

Steve couldn’t believe what he was really seeing, his blue eyes sparked as he watched the car bob up and down, never touching the ground. He suddenly felt a hot breath fan across his left ear, his body stiffened at the feeling. 

“This is the future, Stevie.” Bucky whispered into his ear, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder. Steve could feel his body go hot as Bucky’s fingers dangled just above Steve’s belly button. He looked back to see Bucky’s smile wider than the Atlantic Ocean.

Steve knew that Bucky meant the carnival full of people, floating cars, everyone coexisting in peace with each other. But in his heart he wanted so badly for Bucky to mean the future was this, Bucky standing close to him, arm thrown over his body. He wanted Bucky to mean them, that they were the future. 

The amazement only lasted a few more moments, before the car fell with a loud crash breaking into pieces upon impact. The apparent failure sent the crowd into a fit of laughter. 

“I did say in a couple years?” The man joked, trying to regain control of the crowd. Bucky turned towards the two women - arm still around Steve - causing him to jerk the smaller boy around with him. 

Steve couldn't help but feel awkward staring at the beautiful dames in front of him. The one meant to be his date was at least 5 inches taller than him, with gorgeous light brown hair that traveled down to her waist. Her name was Meredith and she was truly beautiful, but not Steve's type of beautiful. She gave him a weak smile before turning her gaze back to Bucky. He couldn’t blame her though, Bucky Barnes was his definition of beautiful. 

“What would you say to a dance ladies? I know an amazing bar that’s just up the street,” Bucky said. His voice was smooth and he ended his sentence with a smirk that made the girls giggle. Of course both of the girls agreed to go dancing. Bucky’s date, Beth (Steve thought he remembered Buck introducing her as Beth), grabbed Bucky’s hand as Steve’s date held on to Beth’s. He trailed behind the three and thought about leaving, he wouldn’t be missed and he would be having a better time in their apartment, sketching.

He slowed his pace, watching as the group distanced themselves from him. Once they were almost out of Steve’s sight, he turned around ready to make his way towards his apartment building. He was halfway to the apartment, when he felt a hand clasp down on his shoulder, he knew immediately that it was Bucky.

“Where do you think you’re going, pal?”

Steve let out a sigh as Bucky spun him around. He couldn’t look Buck in the eyes, not wanting the embarrassment that was came along with it. 

“I just want to go home.” He said and he felt a hand slide under his jaw, lifting his head. Bucky always had the prettiest eyes, a gray color that made Steve melt. 

“Well why didn’t you say something?” Bucky asked as he moved his hand to Steve’s forehead. 

“Not sick, Buck.” Steve grumbled, placing his hand on Bucky’s, moving it away from his forehead. He looked back at Bucky's eyes, watching as the worry slowly disappeared from them. 

“What’s wrong Stevie?” Bucky asked as he cocked his head to the side not understanding why Steve would leave like that. 

“Just don’t like double dating, they never like me cause I’m so small. I just want to go home and draw.” Steve’s gaze returned to the ground at his confession. When Bucky didn’t say anything back, Steve became fearful that he was going to leave, not wanting to deal with his problems tonight. 

Bucky placed his hand back on Steve’s shoulder, turning the both of them back around in the direction of the apartment. 

“Okay Stevie let’s go.” 

“What about the girls?” Steve asked glancing back to where he saw them go earlier. Bucky looked down at his blonde head and smiled. Typical of Steve to worry about other people when he could easily let it go and get what he wants. Bucky just laughed at him. 

“Don’t worry about it. I am sure they knew where my priorities lay when I ran after you.”

Once they arrived at the apartment, Steve bee-lined it to the living room, plopping himself down on the couch, and opening up his sketchbook. He couldn’t get the flying car out of his head and he had been itching to get it on paper. Bucky peered down at the sketch, watching Steve’s hands glide across the paper over the back of the couch. Steve could feel Bucky’s gaze bare into him. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your night.” He mumbled, not looking up from the page. Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly and moved to sit next to Steve on the couch. 

“Didn’t ruin anything pal.” Bucky said and moved to pull Steve into his side. “Rather be here anyways.” 

Bucky placed a kiss on the top of Steve’s head. Steve’s eyes went wide at the feeling of Bucky's lips against his scalp, sure they hugged every now and then but never kissed. Not even on the cheek. 

Steve lifted his head looking Bucky in the face, he looked just as shocked at the kiss as Steve did. 

“I, umm,” it wasn’t often that Bucky got speechless. 

“Can you kiss me for real?” Bucky's eyes tripled in size, unsure if he heard what he thought he heard. He slowly moved his hand to cradle Steve’s small face. His mouth now inches away from his. 

“You sure Stevie?” 

“Please, Buck.” That’s all Bucky had to hear before connecting his lips to Steve’s. Steve had never kissed anyone before, but if this is what it felt like he hoped to never stop kissing. They pulled apart slowly. 

“Is it always like that?” Steve whispered forehead resting against Bucky’s. He could feel Bucky’s laugh against his face, causing him to smile. 

“No Stevie it’s never been like that.” Bucky rubbed his thumb over the side Steve’s face, smiling like he won the lottery. They sat like that for a couple minutes before Steve moved, resting his head against Bucky's chest.

“Bucky?”

“Yea?”

“No more double dates.” Steve didn’t move his head, he wasn’t asking a question, he was stating a fact. 

“Okay Stevie. I like this better, anyway.” Bucky placed his hand in the middle of Steve's back, spreading his finger. His hand almost coverd Steve's whole back. They stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Chicken, Sirius

Summary: Y/N is in love with Sirius but never acts upon it sticking to her role as best friend until James gets drunk and makes them play a game.

A/N: Okay so I never explained how the game chicken works it’s pretty self explanatory but basically two people lean in until either they kiss or one pulls away.

Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup and they would be damned if the whole castle didn’t know about it. The best way to gloat their success, was a party held in the common room.

Y/N didn’t feel much like partying. She would much rather sit by the black lake, her marauders in tow, Sirius sitting next to her while the other boys tried to jump in the lake. The wind blowing over her as she laid down, feeling the ground underneath her; solid and real just like the boy that would be sitting next to her. The girl was snapped out of her thoughts quite literally by James’s fat fingers in her face. She gave him a blank face informing him that she hadn’t been listening.

“I said you’re going to the party right? To support your favorite quidditch player?” He flashed her a charming smile, puppy dog eyes along with them. How could she say no to him? James was so proud of the win, and she was proud of James. Her reply was on the tip of her tongue when Sirius Black slid onto the bench next to her, swiping a roll off the table before taking a bite.

“Your favorite marauder will be there, sweetheart.” He spoke, mouth full of bread making his words come out choked and uneven.

Without missing a beat the witty girl turned to Remus smiling. “Rem you’re going tonight?” Remus smirked, not looking up from his eggs.

“Nice try princess, we all know you like me the best.” Sirius said pulling her in for a hug, bread roll hanging out of his mouth giving him access to wrap both his arms around her frame. She nuzzled her head against his chest. This was her attempt to hug back with her arms pinned down by his.

“I wouldn’t miss it, James.” She said once Sirius had let go. She stared at him, watching his jaw tense everytime he took a bit out of the roll, ocassionally stopping to say something stupid before returning to the bread.

Oh how she wished it wasn’t true, but it was. Sirius was her favorite everything; marauder, boy, person. She loved Sirius Black with every piece of her.

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The common room was decorated in red and gold; everything screaming Gryffindor. The party was in full swing as Y/N walked down the stairs from her dorm. She had spent too much time on her outfit, missing the first hour of the party. James was quick to approach her, stumbling up the first stair. He was already tipsy, but he deserved it, so the girl pushed down her mother-like instincts.

“Hello James.” She said as his smile somehow grew bigger.

“Y/N, brilliant we are playing a game and needed another girl.” He grabbed the girls wrist, not asking if she really wanted to play.

“James let me get a drink first.” James whined, but stopped by the table of drinks. He let her pour a fire whiskey before continuing to drag her towards the group of people in the middle of the common room.

Y/N spotted Sirius immediately out of the circle. He sat on the couch talking to a blonde fifth year, drink lazily hanging from the hand that laid behind her head. Y/N finished her drink in one sip, liking the burn that it brought her.

“Okay James, what is this game anyways?” She asked looking at the bottom of her red plastic cup.

“Oh it’s a muggle game called chicken.” Y/N stomach turned she’d heard of this game and had no interest in playing. Turning around, she headed straight for the drink table. She filled her cup up the brim with some brown liquid and took a couple swings. She refilled it once more to the top before heading back over to James. If she was going to play this game she at least wanted to be tipsy.

James had just finished explaining the game to people when Y/N joined the group. Sirius had removed himself from the couch and the blonde now standing in the center of the circle next to James. Sirius smirked as Y/N arrived rolling his eyes at the rules of the game.

“Alright,” James let out a hiccup “Michael, you and,” he looked around the room before landing on a third year Ravenclaw, “Valerie.” Jame clapped a hand on each of their shoulders moving them so they were standing face to face a good distance between them.

Valerie ended up backing away at the last second, sending laughter throughout the common room. James handed the girl her losing shot before quickly plucking another couple from thin air, two sixth years Y/N didn’t recognize.

Two more couples had gone only one of them ended up kissing. She had to admit it was kinda fun watching the squeamish strangers back away from each other. She had finished her third drink, giving her the tipsiness she so desired.

“Alright James, my turn.” She wanted in on the stupid game, growing bored of watching from the sidelines. James stumbled his way towards her using her shoulder to keep himself up, he too had been drinking while commentating the game.

“Alright Y/L/N, who shall I pick for you?” Y/N watched unnerved as James’s eyes scanned the crowd of people, until his eyes landed on Sirius. He wiggled his brows at her, a smug grin shining.

“Sirius.” Y/N’s heart jumped in her throat, but only for a moment, the alcohol quickly consuming her thoughts. What could go wrong? The worst being one of them would backing away. She was still going to kill James when he was sober enough to care, but she would play the game.

Sirius’s eyes jumped toward James, not expecting his name to be called. He looked over at his drunk friend wondering how in the hell he was even standing up and also how to kill him.

“No, this is a bad idea.” Sirius said, Y/N smirked at him, the alcohol taking over. She walked towards the long haired boy. The tips of their shoes now pressed together.

“What are you a chicken, Sirius?” The girl asked, edging dangerously close to him, watching him back away slightly.

“Just don’t want you falling in love princess. Can’t have you running back begging for more.” Sirius said, his famous cocky grin returning to his face. He finally leaned closer to the girl. Their noses now resting on each other.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Black.” Their lips met, the common room went silent. Neither participant moved as their lips pressed against each other, they were simply just connected.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, Sirius had actually committed to the stupid little game and was kissing her. Well not really kissing, their lips pressed together. She liked the feeling of it though. The pressure of his lips against hers. A heavy reminder that he was there, standing close to her, touching her.

She pulled away knowing she would miss that pressure for the rest of her life. Sirius was quick to pull his hand up. He cupped her jaw, running his thumb over her lips. Y/N stared at his hand in amazement, before looking up at his gray eyes. The center of them dark.

“This isn’t part of the game, Sirius.” Y/N whispered.

“Screw the game, princess. Want to show you a proper kiss.” Sirius moved in again, tilting his head to the left this time. Y/N closed her eyes. His lips were back on hers, parting them. Her hand ran up his arm leaving it to rest on his elbow. He pushed her back against the stone wall, the crowd quickly averting their eyes to anywhere, but the couple making out.

The girl pulled back once again placing her forehead against his, looking into his now blown out pupils. His hand slid underneath her shirt. The contrast of his cold hand against her warm skin made her jump. Sirius chuckled. She closed her eyes, wanting to be this close to him always. Y/N would crave this; his eyes looking at her like she was everything, his cold hand against her warm skin, Sirius being here with her. It was too much. She couldn’t do this now and than go back to just being his dumb best friend. She couldn’t know what he felt like and go back to watching him feel others girls. These thoughts made her pull away, removing his hand from her stomach. His eyes shining his confusion and hurt.

“Hey what’s wrong love?” Sirius tried to place his hand on her again, but pulled away when he saw the brim of tears in her eyes.

“I don’t want to play anymore.” Her voice cracking, but only slightly before pulling herself together. She fought back the tears and turned to walk away.

“Play? Play what?” Sirius mumbled looking down at his feet not noticing the girl was slipping away. Y/N pushed through the groups of students, desperately trying to get to her dorm. She wanted nothing more than to sleep until images of Sirius were out of her head.

Her foot was right above the first stair leading to the girls dormitory when a large hand grabbed her wrist pulling her backwards. Sirius stood in front of her, hair messier than when she had left him.

“I-I wasn’t playing, that game was stupid and I wasn’t playing. I wanted to kiss you. Always have. I’m not very good with my words, you should know that princess. You’ve watched me muck stuff up all the time just because I can’t speak. But the point is I like you and I want to kiss you all the time, not just for some stupid game.” Sirius rushed out, barely stopping to breathe as he spoke. He painted slowly, praying that his words were the right ones.

“I, um, I don’t,” Y/N was at a loss or words. There were thousands of things she wanted to say, but none of them felt right. So all said was, “Okay.” Sirius looked up at her with hope and still a bit of confusion.

“Okay as in, okay I am sorry I don’t feel the same or an okay, please take me up to my dorm. Need a little more from you princess.”

“Okay, you can take me to Hogsmeade Sunday and than up to my dorm.” Sirius smiled up at her knowing she was going to be a girl he would have to work for, but oh boy was he willing to put in the work.

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Welcome to Buzzfeed high

Summary: Reader works at Buzzfeed and is filming ‘Following a High School Schedule for 24 Hours’ video with Jazzmyne and Lindsay. Can shane and Y/N keep it professional when Shane is suppose to be her teacher? This fic is based off of this video. 

A/N: Hey guys, so how this is going to work is normal text is the actual scene and bold represents the interview scenes. I couldn’t think of a better way to distinguish between the two if you guys have any ideas please let me know. Sidenote: thanks to @fuckhead-writer for helping me edit this fic 

The small board room erupted with laughter, everyone staring down at the “school” schedule that had just been handed out. Y/N shook her head at the silly thing, already knowing that she would hate almost every second of the day tomorrow.

“Okay here is how the day is going to go,” Allsup said breaking the laughter from the head of the table. He goes into the spiel about how Buzzfeed will be running the video. The three women were prompted to vlog during any moments of the day when a camera was not set up for them. Allsup then started listing how the classes where going to be run. 

“So your going to my teacher huh?” Y/N leaned over whispering into Shane’s ear, bored of Allsup’s rant. Shane tipped back in his chair, smirking slightly. They both found the newest project extremely funny. The list of teacher/student taboo jokes would write themselves tomorrow; making the episode better.

“Okay Shane,” all the attention was turned towards the lanky man as Allsup addressed him directly. “Do you have a lesson plan for tomorrow?” The question hung in the air before Shane cracked a joke. 

“Oh yes! These women better be ready for the rigorous lesson I have planned, really going to make them work.” The group laughed at the comment before Allsup moved on to the next “teacher” asking about their lesson plans. That’s how it went the employees telling their boss that they did have a lesson plan that they were excited for, until it was Janna turns to talk about her lesson. She stood up passing out a paper to the three women that would be portraying the students. 

“I actually have a homework assignment for my students, they will be responsible for reading Act 1 scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet and writing an analysis paper on it.” Y/N’s heart started to beat a little faster. She had been great at English back in high school, but she hadn’t written a paper in ten years. Not to mention her hatred for anything Shakespeare. 

Y/N glanced down at the paper, taking in all the details of the assignment. Settling back down, she noticed the paper only had to be one page; double spaced. How hard could that be? After all the details were written up, the meeting was adjourned with the reminder that the school bus would be picking them up outside of Jazz’s house at 6:50 am. 

Y/N sat in between Jazzmyne and Lindsay, light shining down on the three of them. They were filming the intro before leaving to officially start the challenge with their homework tonight.

“Hi I’m Jazzmyne.” The woman to Y/N’s left introduced herself. 

“I’m Y/N.”

“And I am Lindsay.”

“And we are following a highschool schedule for 24 hours.” The three said at the same time, slightly out of unison. Y/N flashed the schedule to the camera giving a glimpse of what the viewers had to look forward to. 

“We have a set of rules, you disobey the rules you get a strike. Three strikes you get sent to detention.” Jazz explained. 

“The rules are simple: no skipping class, no foul language, no phones out in class without permission, no bad behavior, hall passes are required, follow the dress code, and lastly do not be tardy.” Lindsay said reading from the list they were given. 

“So what I am hearing is, all of us are going to end up in detention by the end of the day?” Y/N joked laughing. The other women soon joined in. Jazzymne stated what rules she would have a problem with before announcing their homework assignment.

“We have to write an essay on Romeo and Juliet. It has to be a page analyzing act 1 scene 2.”

“It’s double spaced right?” Lindsay asked, giving a worried face to the camera. 

“My significant other, K8, is a 9th grade english teacher who teaches Romeo and Juliet.” Jazz mentioned, leaving both of the other women mouth’s in a pout. 

“Well, that’s just not fair.” Y/N stated.  

Y/N sat on the floor with her legs crossed, knees pressed up against the coffee table. Her laptop sat open to an empty word doc, the paper describing her assignment sat next to it. She quickly pulled out the small black camera Buzzfeed had supplied her for vlogging. 

“Okay guys so It’s 9 o’clock at night. I have read the act, understood almost nothing, and now I am going to attempt to write my paper.” The woman talked to the camera before switching it around showing her blank doc. “Shane refuses to help me.” Y/N turned the device again showing her boyfriend slumped on the couch above her, typing on his phone.

“Sorry, have to do it on your own.” He says unapologetically, shrugging his shoulders dramatically for the camera. She shut the viewfinder and placed the camera on the table. Y/N scanned over the requirements of the assignment once again before typing in the doc.

So wrapped up in her work, Y/N didn’t even notice Shane slide off the couch onto the floor. Him reading over her shoulder. He placed a quick kiss to her arm startling her out of her work flow.

“It’s good sweetheart, really good.” Shane wraps his extremely long arms around the small woman, smiling as she continues typing.

“Thanks bub.” She said taking her left hand off of the keys, and nessiling it in his floppy brown hair. He smiled happily pushing his head into her hand. Kissing at her neck, a laugh escaped her diaphragm. 

“Shane. Stop. Have to. Finish my paper.” She let out in between giggles. 

“Mmh or you could blow it off like a real high school student.” He suggests looking down at the clock on her laptop. It flashed 10:39 in the lower right hand corner. Y/N turned her head, looking into his golden brown eyes. The puppy dog look that was displayed on them melted her heart. Causing a smile to appear on her face, she pressed her lips against Shane’s for a short kiss. She was reluctant to pull away. 

“I am almost done babe, go play some video games or something. I promise ten more minutes and I will be finished.” Shane let out a pout, kissing her again before standing up. His long legs unfolded as he stands, them cracking slightly, producing another laugh from Y/N. 

She was a woman of her word. Less than ten minutes later, she closed her laptop, happy with her paper. Y/N looked up at Shane, he had changed into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white tee. He looked comfortable. his thumbs lazily moving across the Xbox controller. She stood in front of him, smiling down at him. Shane raised his head to peer up at her, pausing his game. She crawled into his lap, watching as he returned her smile with one equally as kind. 

“So Mr. Madej, what will you be teaching me in class tomorrow?” She asked in a teasing tone, hands wrapped around his neck. He placed a hand on her back, the other to her hip as his thumb rubbed her hipbone like the controller, lazy and soft.

“Mmh can’t tell you that princess, now can I? That’s just not fair to my other students.” His voice was a soft whisper as he spoke. She stuck her tongue out at him, giving him a kiss before laying her head in the crock of his neck, feeling suddenly tired in his warm embrace.   

 “Well let’s get you to bed little lady. Big day tomorrow, first day of school.” Shane stood up, as Y/N clung to his body sleepily. Legs wrapping around his slender waist as he carried her to bed. 

Her arm shot out immediatly, shutting off the stupid alarm. One of the perks of working at Buzzfeed, is they normally have pretty slack business hours. Which meant the women normally strolled in at 10, but not today. Her alarm was set for 5:50 last night and it did not disappoint, going off at 5:50 am on the dot. Y/N  tugged on the string of her lamp. Rolling over, she was met with Shane’s bareback. She moved closer to him, craving his warmth. As soon as her body was press against his, Shane was turning around. 

“Got to get up sweetheart, suppose to be vlogging.” Sitting up, he kissed her on the forehead before getting out of bed and walking into the master bathroom they share. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. 

The vlog camera was held above her as she laid back down into the bed, head resting on her pillow. 

“It’s currently 5:58,” she said and held up her phone showing the time “This freaking sucks, I don’t want to get out of bed.” She snuggled closer into her pillow before switching the camera off and getting out of bed.  

“It was the worst part.” Y/N claimed, pouting at the camera. Jazz and Lindsay nodded in agreement 

“Like I remember pulling all nighters or staying up until 4 am doing school work in highschool and waking up at 6. I have no idea how I did that, I only stayed up until like 11:30 the night before and it took everything out of me to get out of bed in the morning.” Y/N explained herself. 

“Exactly! Damn teenageers are ruthless.” Jazzmyne added. 

“Yeah, I certainly don’t miss that part of school.” Lindsay said making the final statement. 

It wasn’t until 6:48 when Y/N pulled out the camera again. She was in her car outside of Jazzmyne’s house. She huffed lightly, straightening out her baby blue jean jacket. It was over a black band tee paired with black ripped jeans. She decided to dress like she did in highschool going back to her edgy roots. 

“So It’s 6:48. The bus gets here at 6:50 and I am just now arriving at Jazz’s house, so that’s my morning. Oh there’s Lindsay. Glad we all don’t have our shit together.” She turned the camera showing Lindsay pointing her camera at Y/N. They both gave an unenthusiastic wave to the other person’s camera. Before stepping out of her car, Y/N turned her camera off shuffling over towards Lindsay to get in the frame of her camera. 

“So running late as well?” Lindsay poses the question with a laugh, Y/N just nodded her head laughing as well. 

“If we are running behind, I can’t imagine what Jazz is like.” Y/N said adding fuel to their laughter. 

“The bus was suppose to leave at 6:51. I didn’t walk out of my house until 6:53.” Jazz rolled her head with statement, her black frame sunglasses sliding down her face. 

“Thankfully the bus was still there. Normally that would not happen.” Lindsey butted in.  

“Actually I made really good friends with my bus drivers, they would have waited for me.” The woman on the left clapped back.  

“Of course you did. I can see it now, ‘Oh Jazzmyne, I love her let me just give a little honk’.” Y/N pushed her palm against the air to stimulate a horn. The three women busted out laughing knowing that’s exactly what happened. 

Allsup was standing outside of the office in a suit, his hands held behind his back looking strikingly like a real principal. Y/N so desperately want to laugh at the man pacing in front of the door. The three women dropped their heads as they passed him on their way into the building, each mumbling their own version of ‘Hello Principal Allsup’.

Buzzfeed had went all out for this video, even going as far as making a little hallway lined with lockers with posters hanging around them promoting fake clubs and plays. Each woman chose a locker and placed their gym clothes in it along with anything extra they didn’t need. The women stared at each other after they closed their lockers.

“Okay well I have to go do morning announcements.” The blonde said sipping what Y/N assumed was water through a pink straw. 

“Okay, see you in first hour.” Jazz said throwing her backpack over her shoulder and heading towards stage 8 for their first class of the day. Y/N gave a small wave to Lindsay before following behind Jazz. 

“Our schedule starts with history with Mr. Madej.” Lindsay points out while waving the schedule back and forth in front of the camera. She turned to wiggle her eyebrows at Y/N. Y/N felt a small blush heat up her face. 

“We know that will be your favorite class.” Jazz said and bumped shoulders with the woman teasingly. 

“What can I say, I like history.” She retaliated, shrugging her shoulders. 

First hour was with Shane, and Y/N couldn’t help but be excited to see him. They typically get to commute to work together. She missed that time they normally got to share together, so she was eager to see him.

“This is so cute.” Jazz said gesturing to the tiny classroom that Buzzfeed had set up in stage 8. It truly was cute, a little chalkboard was set up in front of the room, a world map drawn on it in chalk. There was a table with three red chairs in front of the board. A small circular table sat next to the board, a water bottle and book placed on it. Then there was Shane. He leaned over the tiny table reading the book. 

That’s what Y/N eyes trained on, she couldn’t focus on anything else. Shane was dressed professionally, wearing a white and navy blue striped button down paired with a red tie. It made his torso look long and lean. His lengthy legs were covered by black skinny jeans held up by a brown belt. He looked so handsome. Her eyes couldn’t focus on anything else, her mouth felt dry looking at him. 

“Good morning.” Shane Mr. Madej said as the two women entered the room. He nodded softly, watching as they took their seats next to each other. Jazz sat in the middle seat as Y/N took the one closest to the wall. 

“You look spiffy.” Jazz said from her seat.

“Oh thank you.” Shane replied looking down at his outfit, tugging at his tie. Y/N nodded her head in agreement. Words not really working out for her at the moment. They sat in silence for a moment before the speaker crackled from somewhere in the room. Allsup’s voice filled the room. 

“Goodmorning Buzzfeed High! Hope you all have a fun day, but remember to have fun, you have to follow the rules.” Shane pointed up in the air at the word ‘follow’ and back to the two women at the word ‘rules’. Y/N and Jazz laughed pointing a finger back at him. There was silence as the mic was passed to Lindsay. 

“Please stand for the pledge of Allegiance.” Her voice boomed. 

“Here we go I was waiting for that.” Shane smiled pointing towards the small American flag that he had taped up on a bookshelf. Y/N smiled at his pride for the tiny flag. The announcements carried on with Lindsay stumbling through the lunch menu. 

“What the hell? These announcements suck.” Jazz laughed. The mic was passed back to principle Allsup. 

“Let’s go corgi’s, go get them, woof woof!” And that was the end of morning announcements. 

Lindsay soon joined the other two women in history, taking her seat next to Jazz. She placed her bag on the floor getting comfortable for the lesson. 

“How’s everyone doing this morning?” Mr.Madej asked clapping his large hands together. 

“Well you know, it’s early.” Jazzmyne mumbled back at him. 

“I am gonna see if I can switch this board around.” He pushed the board forward trying to flip it to the other side. He unfortunately didn’t pull it forward enough, causing it to smack against the wall. The sound echoed throughout the room. She tried to hold it in, she really did, but Y/N couldn’t fight back the bubbling laughter that flowed out of her. Shane’s head snapped back to the woman, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“You think that’s funny Miss.Y/L/N?” 

“Yes.” She gasped, barely getting it out among the fits of laughter. Shane stared her down, trying to be serious but he couldn’t help but laugh back. Everything about Y/N was contagious, so it wasn’t a surprise when only laughter filled the room. 

“Mr. Madej was a cool teacher.” Jazz stated, Lindsay nodding her head in agreement. 

“It was a nice way to start off the day.” The blonde said. 

“He was hot.” Y/N said dryly, like him being hot was a fact not a statement. The other woman burst out laughing. 

“He just had a great way of connecting with us, having fun.” Lindsay added trying to get the conversation back on topic, but failed as the next thing out of Y/N mouth was:

“I really wish I could have connected with him a little more if you know what I mean” She gave a wink to the camera and a smirk to go along with it. 

Y/N blanked out as Shane started his lesson. Her focus was on the way Shane moved around the chalkboard, scribbling his messy handwriting in orange chalk. She watched his lips move, he was talking about something history related she was sure of that, but she didn’t exactly know what. 

“Miss. Y/L/N are you okay?” His voice snapped her out of her trance. 

“Yes sorry just a bit distracted.” 

“And what is distracting you?”

“You are, with those tight jeans and perfect lips.” She teased back at him, Lindsay snickered at the comment.

“That’s highly inappropriate Miss. Y/L/N.”

“I believe that falls under bad behavior Mr. Madej.” Jazz points out smirking at Y/N. Her eyes widening back at the short haired woman. 

“I am afraid I have to agree, sorry that’s a strike.” Y/N’s face was priceless as her mouth hung open, her eyes so wide they might explode out from her. 

Jazz tried to talk, but the laughter was too much. She and Lindsay both hunched over with their laughter. Y/N on the other hand, sat in the middle, fake fuming for the sake of good entertainment. 

“Okay sorry,” Jazzmyne said finally calming herself down “So Y/N got a strike for flirting with a teacher.” 

“I really thought it would be Jazz to get a strike for being inappropriate, but here comes Y/N talking about Mr. Madej’s tight jeans and perfect lips.” Both women laughed at the reintroduction of Y/N words. 

“He really should have been filtered.” She crossed her arms over her chest a pout coming out on her lips. 

“But the best part was a second later she got another strike because she flicked him off when she thought he wasn’t looking.” The women were almost on the floor at that point. 

The bell rang dismissing the women to the next class which was Englsih with Ms.Macatangay. The women underestimated the time they had to get to this class, causing them to have to run up the stairs nearly dying on the way. They luckily made it just in the nick of time. They were forced to read their homework assignments in class, which made Y/N feel like she was actually back in highschool, anxiety racing through her. However, she recited it without a hitch.

Before the women knew it, it was time for P.E. They had survived physics and Spanish and they were on their way to grab their gym clothes out of their lockers. Buzzfeed had made cute little gym shirt they were black and read “Buzzfeed 2019 highschool athletic department” in white. The women were also granted other classmates in this class. Of course among those classmates was the famous Ryan Bergara. Through the two years of dating Shane, Y/N and Ryan had became somewhat close. Bonding over their shared love for the tall boy like man. So it was natural when he dropped down next to her on the floor.

“Ten minutes into P.E and Jazz gets called out for talking.” Lindsay says. 

“All I said was she was thick.” She defended herself. 

“Which I think is unfair that I got a strike for that.” Y/N chimed in. 

“That was different, I didn’t tell her to her face that she had perfect lips.” Y/N face heated up as she smirked. 

The dodgeball game started with a whistle. It was Y/N and Jazzmyne on one team and Lindsay and Ryan on the other. Y/N’s team lost the first game prompting Ryan to trash talk to her about her crappy throwing skills. Which was not a good idea because now she was out of blood. She waited for the whistle, foot touching the back wall, staring daggers at Ryan. She used her foot to push off as soon as the whistle sounded. Y/N quickly grabbed a blue ball, aiming it straight at Ryan.

“This is for trying to steal my boyfriend Bergara!” She shouted, ball flying out of her hand hitting Ryan right in the gut. He played up the pain for the camera hobbling over towards the sidelines grumbling about how Shane was his first. Her team ended up winning the second and third game. 

Lunch was the worst, the food was cold. It also didn’t help that everyone else in the office was eating chipotle. Y/N was over the day at that point. She was hungry, tired, and her brain ached from all the knowledge that had been thrown at her. She grumbled her way back up the stairs for 6th hour which was math.

“I walked in thinking it was pre-cal, but it was trig I never took that class in highschool.” Lindsay complained. 

“Same.” 

“I took it, but I didn’t remember anything.” Y/N stated, her enthusiasm slipping. 

Y/N sat through the class, head in her hands trying to understand what Mr. St.Juste was writing on the board. She might have been the only one to take the class in highschool, but it didn’t make the subject any less alien to her. Luckily they all passed and were on their way to their last class, home ec with Mrs. Mcclenny. They were making Tamagoyaki, a japanese style omelette. It was delicious which was amazing because Y/N was starving. A huge sigh left all three women lips as the final bell rang. 

“It was exhausting and I never want to do it again.” Y/N stated bluntly. 

“Yeah, teenagers deal with a lot of shit and we should appreciate them more.” Lindsay said. 

“Exactly, well that was following a highschool schedule. We are going to go home and sleep for five years.” Jazz said. 

“Bye!” All three said in unison waving at the camera. 

Y/N was slowly grabbing things out of her locker when Shane creeped up and leant against the locker next to hers. Looking like a stereotypical jock from a teen movie. He smiled, watching as her slumped body packed up her things. 

“Need help with that beautiful?” She smiled as his voice put some energy back into her. 

“Do you flirt with all your students Mr.Madej?” She asked walking away from him. He followed after her, a cheeky smirk played on his face. They dropped the subject on their walk to the car. 

“I am so tired Shane, today was fun but awful.” She groaned resting her hand against the handle of the car. 

“Well, let me take you home and make it better princess.” A smug grin crossed his face. 

“I don’t think so asshole, you gave me two strikes.” She held up two fingers before sliding into the car, Shanes grin fell as he too got in the car 

“You’re joking right?” He asked hopefully. 

“I don’t know, get me home and we’ll see.” The grin returned as he started the car. I guess sleep could wait a little longer.