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monpalace · 2 years

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soulmate au with ace and deuce

ACE TRAPPOLA — a unique number

thirty-six. thirty-freaking-six was he and his soulmate's unique number. thirty and six. a number no other person shared. a number so.. so.. simple! the same number of cards in the game that shared his name. nineteen forty-four could have been better than thirty-six.

a simple look online told him that thirty-six meant that he needed to focus on himself and his family rather than his professional life in angel number, but he'd like to think he had a healthy balance of both. maybe it was his soulmate who needed to do those things? another search said that he'd acquire a mass amount of riches and would rich at the expense of him spending less time with his family. he couldn't see that being himself either— aside from the money factor, that is.

thirty-six, while he and his soulmate's unique number, was still some stupid everyone used when they learned how to count to forty. it was stupid, ugly, and plastered onto the side of his neck for the rest of his life until he decided he wanted it to be magically removed.

his dad and brother had tried countless times to tell him his number was a blessing; even if the former's once scarlet-colored twenty-eight was now a charcoal black that scaled the skin of his cheek, often causing irritation around his right eye. the latter had much more luck when compared to his immediate family, he and his soulmate rubbing their love in ace's face, even if on accident.

yeah, ace's opinion on soulmates was solidified now.

he was very open about his view when it came to the issue of lovers. to many people were to loud and boisterous about the fact that they'd either already met theirs or they were bound to meet them soon.

even if he wasn't all to interested in finding a life-long romantic partner, a life-long friend was always better.

(he supposes that a soulmate could be both, but he didn't want his friend to be his soulmate, if that even made sense.)

"my bad," ace apologizes as he looks down at the student he bumped into, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he leans down to pick up the scattered papers. he ignores the flaring of his neck in favor of gathering the papers for the upcoming magift tournament, reading it over briefly before stuffing one in his pocket for the near future. "where're you headed? i might even take them all if you pay me well!"

at his teasing words and the heat the emanated from your heat and stomach, you couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to burn in both embarrassment and an emotion you can't place. "crowley's office. today's the last day for registration." you answer as he takes the pile you stacked in the nook of your elbow, rubbing the skin of your throat.

ace manages to compose himself before he can make a one-person reenactment of the event that took place just a moment before. "i'm sorry?" he gulps breathlessly.

"you don't need to worry!" you reassure the teen, having no issue noticing his despair. "you have until the end of the school day to sign yourself up!" you extend your hand only to stop just short of his shoulder, heartrate raising when you were just an inch until touching. you retract your hand, shooting it back to the nape of your neck.

ace hums to himself as he looks the flyer once more, feeling himself calm down in an odd way. "i guess i can be thankful i ran into you, huh?" he says, eyes skimming over the reward that listed a all-paid trip to the land of pyroxene with a plus one, all funded by crowley. he didn't doubt that the trip would be to one of the worst cities in the country considering that last bit of information. "maybe i'll take you with me since you helped me so much."

.. goddamn.. why was his mark burning so much?

DEUCE SPADE — an emotive color

deuce didn't enjoy being in the colorblind category when it came to soulmates. the only color he saw was red a good majority of the time. he wasn't sure if his soulmate was constantly feeling anger of passion and he didn't know if he was genuinely curious or dangerously concerned.

there were occasional times where he wondered if his other half saw the same color he did during his.. worst years.. did his soulmate see the same sky blue when he helped his grandma cook their family recipes? a stormy ocean blue whenever he heard his mother sob over his shortcomings?

deuce was never one to believe in soulmates. his mother had loved his father dearly— even if he was a deadbeat who left them not long after he was born. his grandma hadn't even been born with one. while he didn't know if his soulmate would be his romantic partner in the end, he did pray that they'd become good friends.

could his other half see when he got accepted into nrc? see when he received his award for being one of the fastest in track and field within the first week of arriving? how he felt when he managed to pass the first semester's set of final exams only see him turn saddened and mad when hundred of other students used the same methods as him?

he hoped that his soulmate couldn't.

deuce couldn't help but hug you once he and ace reached scarabia's sand, putting his track skills as soon as you were within his eyesight. all of his weight shifts to the back of his heels as he picks you up, spinning you both into a circle before putting you down and checking over your body.

"you're okay! you're okay, right?" he states and then asks, using his words more to calm himself down rather than to check on you. his eyes flicker to jamil before jumping back to you. "you're okay? he doesn't have you under his hypnosis or anything?"

you have to nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders to get his breathing to even out. he's only able to see you and a lemonade yellow, making him wonder what had happened to make his soulmate excited and amused. his other half won a competition, maybe? "i'm fine, deuce. i've made it through three overblots already, what's a fourth?"

you can't help but laugh at the look on deuce's face. a ginger color fills your eyes, the teen's embarrassment and worry becoming more and more evident the warmer the color became.

"come on!" he hisses, shrugging one of your hands off so he can itch at the skin beneath his chin. "i just wanted to make sure you were okay! you're not gonna put that past me?"

you lift your hands to hold onto his cheeks, offering the boy the softest smile. "i won't," you hum, his eyes filling with pink. "i'm thankful you cared."

deuce really, truly hoped that his supposed soulmate would be his lifelong partner. romantically or platonically.

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janaeekook · 4 years

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Incapable iii. || {myg}

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: - mafia - depressive thoughts - alcohol

a/n: so sorry this chapter took so long I rewrote it so many times, I hope you enjoy

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iii.

The week after Win's death was a blur, it didn't feel real no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself. Convince yourself it wasn't your fault, but it was hard there had been nothing from your new supposed enemy, NCT. It was now 7 o'clock Friday night and you hadn't left your bed, Jungkook had tried his best to cheer you up. You were great full for it, for his kind words of reassurance but even then; Nothing seemed to help, to fill the hole, so you lay there, as your room darkened with the day. You felt gross, dirty, his blood still staining your hands you rolled from your bed forcing yourself to change your clothes— to pretend, at least, that you're alright.

Pretend; You'd guessed you'd done that a lot recently, it became second nature. You didn't want the others to see how truly weak and wounded you were— the emotionally scaring toll that last weeks events had put on you.

Downstairs, Yoongi walked out of the gym, a towel drapped around his neck. The black dri-fit shirt hugged his toned chest and biceps nicely. As he reached the stairs he saw everyone gathered getting ready to go out.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked with mild confusion.

"We're meeting with SKZ for a trade." Namjoon stated.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" He questioned, everyone's eyes finding another's as they glanced around.

"You're staying and watching y/n." Namjoon stated bluntly before turning to lead the others out the door.

"Why me?" Namjoon stopped and glanced back to Yoongi as the others continued out the door, "Tae's here."

"He's on monitors, suck it up Yoongi, you've delt with worse." Yoongi just rolled his eyes, trudging up the steps, he found your door was cracked open.

His hand raised, ready to knock, but through the crack he saw you. Your bare back facing him as you pulled on an oversized top. He couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from your exposed state no matter how much he wanted to. He watched until you brought your hands to the waistband of your pajama shorts, finally forcing his eyes away not wanting to invade your privacy and see anything more he wasn't meant to.

He could feel his heart pounding insanely in his chest, shaking his head he finally knocked lightly on the wood.

"One minute!" Your voice squeaked in surprise, you quickly pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and hurried to the door. You were surprised to see Yoongi standing at your door, "h-hey, what's up?"

"Uh, Your brother pinned me with watching you." He informed you, his eyes quickly and subtly flicking over your form.

You chuckled, "No need to treat me like a burden."

"Whatever," he looked over you again, only this time you noticed, "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking about watching a movie." You informed him, he pushed past you going deeper into your room, "What are you doing?"

"We're watching a movie aren't we?" You gave him a weird look.

"I guess you can join, I'm going to get water, you want anything?" You asked him, he shook his head as he looked around your room.

You sighed, leaving the room, you stalked down the hall and to the kitchen mindlessly. One might say you were lost in a daze, though in reality it was the sleep deprivation creeping up on you, looming behind your eyes. You hadn't slept beyond three hours the last few nights, not wanting to close your eyes, for fear of the lifeless face of your friend haunting you again.

A chill ran through your body at the thought, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. You twisted the cap off gulping down a sip in an attempt to swallow the rising lump in your throat. It'd been hard for you to eat, the smell of his blood, thick and irony, it was burned in your nose.

You went back up the steps your footfalls on the polished stone, was all that could be heard. The trance that enraptured your mind however, was quickly broken when you stepped into your bedroom again.

Yoongi was facing you, his features of stone remained stoic but his eyes held amusement. In his hand he held a hot pink object, your face mirroring the shade in embarrassment.

"Tch, frustrated are we?" He joked, pressing the button, a quite vibration emitting from it.

You hurried quickly to him grabbing it and throwing it back in the drawer it belonged, "Min Yoongi you should know better than to go through peoples things." You scolded.

"I can't help my curiosity."

"Just go." You said, the flames in your cheeks never wavering as you pushed him to your door.

"You sure you don't want help?" Yoongi asked as he back up while you pushed him.

"What?!" You asked in horror, stopping to look into his eyes, was he seriously-

"I can hold it for you," his eyes glistened playfully, "While we watch a movie."

You swallowed hard, trying your best to keep your cheeks from blazing any hotter. You quickly and hastily pushed him towards the door.

"You are so crude Min Yoongi." Informing him as you pushed him out into the hall, he gave you a shit eating grin, "I'll be just fine on my own."

The second you shut the door in his face you took in a breath, your heart was pounding in your chest. Thoughts racking through your brain, why had you pushed him out? You like him don't you?

But you guessed it wasn't that simple, your thoughts knew how complicated it would become getting involved with Yoongi. No matter how much your body begged to fall into his tempting grasp you had to restrain. Because the theory of him was what attracted you and so many others, not the cold exterior and troubled heart.

Min Yoongi was complicated, to say the least.

But he was human— the flutter he felt in his chest when you became flustered by merely his words. It confused him not knowing why you filled him with such warmth. But he pushed his thoughts away like any time before.

•

The next afternoon was somber, quiet, as if no one wanted to speak. You were clad in a black dress and flats, the boys in their suits. They all watched you descend the steps for the first time in what felt like ages. You were burying Win today, finally putting his body to rest, a step of 'moving forward and mourning' they'd said though it just broke you more. But you had to pretend, you couldnt let the others see you as weak. You weren't weak.

"You ok?" Your brother asked, and you could only nod to reassure him. For you knew if you tried to speak you would break down, You were greatful he didn't push for a more sufficient answer to the question.

The car ride was rather short, a feeling of dread lingering in your heart. You looked out the window of the car upon the lawn, stones where so many others loved ones names were carved in their remembrance. You tried desperately not to cry, to let out a sob and let the boys around you know you were breaking-- shattering in fact. It shouldn't have been him it should've been you, you wanted it to be you; to know that your bestfriends death wasn't on your hands. Maybe it was selfish, but the aching in your heart was begging for the roles to be reversed.

"-Y/n?" You hadn't even realized Jungkook had opened the door for you, his voice bringing you back to reality. Aware again, that you in fact were the one with breath in your lungs. You didn't say anything just stepped out of the car, and followed the others to the site. It was beautiful, a top a grassy hill that looked out over a large expanse of trees, You knew he would've loved it.

Everyone stood around the grave where the casket was to be lowered. No one spoke, not a word, just stood and looked at the sleek wood that encased Win, or his body rather. The man that stood next to it a bible on hand began to speak, and your eyes drifted to the grey stone.

Kim Seung-Win

April 23rd 1993-March 13th 2020

'The journey doesn't end here;'

"Today, we're here to put a friend to rest, to send his soul home-" The reverend started, but you zoned out, eyes locked on the grass at your feet. You felt numb, How could this be real? Win was supposed to survive to live and be loved, and have an impact everyone he met. Silent tears fell from your eyes, due to both frustration and sorrow. Namjoon noticed from where he stood next to you and pulled you into a hug, holding your head to his chest as your tears soaked his jacket.

"I invite you all forward to put a handful of dirt over casket, you may take this time to say any final words." You let go of Namjoon wiping your cheeks with your hands.

We all moved in a line grabbing a handful of the dirt and taking turns circling to the grave, doing our part. Some taking longer than others to say things aloud or in their heads, everyone who he worked with were left with a positive imprint in their lives due to him. When it was your turn, You looked down to the dirt in your hand before holding your hand over the grave and letting it trickle from your grasp.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, fresh tears brimming your eyes. You turned back to the others, standing next to Yoongi as you watched everyone else. You felt Yoongi's hand brush yours experimentally, before he finally laced your fingers with his. You looked to your hand in his then to his face his eyes those of sympathy and support. Though affection wasn't his strong suit, he wanted you to know he was there. You gave him a weak smile in return

"I give the words said here today, to Seungwin, in hopes they will help his soul move forward. Friends, Death seems cold and dark but it is not extinguishing the light of life. It is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come, and Seungwin lived fully to his dawn."

The final words resonated with you, stuck to your heart. He lived a full life, it may have seemed to be cut short but he was everything anyone could have wished to be. He was great, It should've been me. Your mind invaded with the negative thoughts again a shaky sigh passing your lips as you willed yourself not to cry again, watching the grave workers put the remaining dirt in the grave. The others had started to walk back to the car.

"Y/n, come on." Your brother beckoned quietly, but you shook your head.

"Not yet."

"I'll stay with her." Yoongi's voice sounded from somewhere behind you, You couldn't see it but Namjoon nodded before pressing a feather light kiss to your temple. He was worried, you could feel it radiating off of him, he already had a lot on his plate, the last thing he needed was an emotionally unstable sister.

"Stop blaming yourself," Jen, you went to speak but she waved her hand, "I know you, Y/n, and I know that look."

You looked around finding Yoongi sitting on a bench a few feet away. You turned your attention back to Jen, and you felt the urge to cry again.

"I'm sorry, Jen." Your lip quivered, and tears began to stain your cheeks again.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." With that she reached into the bag that was on her shoulder pulling out a bottle of liquor, "You can only have some if you promise not to cry." You wiped your cheeks quickly.

"I solemly swear!"

•

You hiccupped lightly as you sat on the grass next to Win's freshly made grave, Jen was fully laying down and the empty bottle of alcohol was between the two of you. Chuckling as you thought back to your 20th birthday when Win mixed you all his favorite drinks, you were so hung over the next morning.

"Do you remember my 20th birthday?"

"When you threw up on Win after he got you shit faced? How could I forget?" Jen slurred her words.

"Or when he flipped the table because he was losing in monopoly." You brought up the game nights you'd all have when you were younger.

"Alright you two lets get back home." Yoongi said going to help you up, the sun was setting and he wanted to at least get to the car before it was dark. He helped Jen up next and then guided the two light weight girls to the car.

The whole car ride home Yoongi listened to you and Jen reminisce over your memories of Win. Though even drunk your voice sounded weak and broken as you talked over the good times and Yoongi took notice, him being the only sober one in the car. The wall you'd been keeping up to hide your emotions was crumbling away now that you were drunk, vulnerable.

When Yoongi pulled up Jeonghan was waiting at the doors, ready to take Jen to her room. Jeonghan chuckled lightly as Yoongi told him what happened, before ultimately thanking him for bringing them both home safe. When Jen and Jeonghan walked away Yoongi turned back around to find you sitting down on the gravel drive way.

"Whatcha' doing?" Yoongi asked with a hint of amusement in his tone, though it made a deep pout form on your lips.

"I can’t walk."

"Why not?"

"I'm sad." Your voice broke.

"Ok, You think you can get on my back?" Yoongi asked quietly, you nodded, and so he carried you.

"I miss him." You whispered, which happened to be right in his ear,

"I know."

When he reached your room he set you down on the bed, then going to slip your shoes off your feet. When he looked back to your face though, he saw a tear fall from your eye.

"Its all my fault." You spoke suddenly taking him off guard.

"Hm?"

"Win is dead because of me." You chocked out, "I-I should have saved him." Silent sobs now shook your small frame.

"Y/n, None of what happened was your fault, there was no way to know."

"He blames me- It sh-should've been m-me" You managed to get out as more sobs fell past your lips. You couldn't control it anymore nor hold it in, something and Yoongi's chest ached with each strangled sob you tried to keep quiet in your throat. He picked you up lightly to make room for himself on your bed and he pulled you close to his chest.

"Shhh, No one blames you, Y/n. We cant go back, we can't change what happened, its destined to fate. You don't need to blame yourself anymore."

Not another word was spoke that night, Yoongi held you as you cried yourself into a deep sleep. He stroked your head, as your breathing became less labored with your sobs. His heart ached part of him hated to think that you felt all alone, and made him want to hold you tighter. But the other part wondered, since when did he care?

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kimhargreeves · 3 years

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Won't Say I'm In Love-Jello Biafra x Reader

Summary: You're friends with the members of the Dead Kennedy's but have always has feelings for their lead vocalist. Thing is your afraid to fall in love again since guys always dump you when you're bored, will this relationship be any different?

I've been known from around the punk scene. In fact, I have plenty of friends from punk bands and the normal people, their fans. They contact me to find them gigs around the city and in exchange we hang around and I get paid. Many of my friends who aren't famous, sneak into concerts because of my help and I wouldn't want to change my life.

Thing is I've been played before, too many times that I've lost count.

Today I was organizing another event and making sure the place was big enough for a large crowd. The Dead Kennedy's are playing tonight and tickets were already sold out.

I was walking around making sure everything was going as planned, "Hello there stranger." A male voice sounded nearby.

I stopped walking and looked up on stage and saw the lead vocalist smirking at me. His hair all over the place as always and was wearing a jacket with dark brown pants and black boots.

"Nice to see you again, Eric." I said using his real name instead of his stage one.

He jumped down out if the stage and was now face to face with me. "It's been a while since I've seen you, how've you been?"

Eric always has the biggest smile when he's around me, out of everyone I've met he's the nicest guy around and he's always treating me nicely.

"Same old thing as always, ready for tonight's show?"

I could get lost listening to his stories from his life or how the band kept on getting controversial with almost anything they'd do. I always have fun with the many bands I've been with but the Dead Kennedy's are special to me.

"Ready as always, we should all hang out tonight at the nearest bar."

That only brings bad luck to me. "I'll think about it."

"Come on! I haven't seen you in forever." He isn't wrong there. Eric and I met back then when I was working at a record store to save up a trip to the U.K.

"Alright but I'll just have on drink." I warn him with a laugh and he smiles.

"Alright! Can't wait for tonight. Well, I'll go my work and you do yours." He says and messes my already messy hair.

I laugh and swap his hand away. "See you tonight."

I'm actually nervous for many things, but blame myself for the many thoughts running through my head. Okay, I'll try and be professional like I swore I'd be. Not only have a gained a good reputation, but I've always gained one where I sleep with almost every band I've met with.

It happened with Joe Strummer, John Lydon, Glenn Danzig and many others which I'm sure almost everyone knows. I fall in love way too easily and always get tossed when I'm no longer of use.

I sure hope tonight doesn't end up the same as other nights.

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The band ended up with their "Kill The Poor" song and the crowd as always went wild and wanted more but unfortunately it was the last sing of the night.

Klaus, Raymond and Peligro were sitting nearby to us, drinking the night away when we made it to the nearest bar. Many people recognized or follow us in here so the place was full.

"So? Any luck on finding a girl?" I tease as I played with my drink.

"Now that you mention I did find a nice girl who's been after me." I nod along pretending to be interested and happy in that topic.

Eric hasn't been much in dating tons of girls like I have with guys, which makes us completely different people and not compatible.

Everytime I get ahead of myself when I'm introduced to members of a band and with the Dead Kennedy's it was no different. First time I met them or should I say Eric, I had different thoughts than just being professional, I mean for god's sake how couldn't I when he was barely dressed

"She's a nice girl, but she isn't you (Y/N)." I stopped playing with my drink and looked into his dark brown eyes. My mouth nearly fell open, I reacted quickly and covered my face with my hands.

"Eric don't go there..." I mutter and continue hiding my face.

I felt his hands on mine and slowly lowered mine so he'd look at me. "I'm serious, (Y/N)!"

"You've heard those rumors about me, they are true okay?! I can't help but be that person a-and I always get dumped when guys are sick of me. It's happened with many. Don't tell me you're okay with dating someone like me."

It hurts to say it but it's true. Eric stops smoking and placed his drink down along with it and he doesn't hesitate to tell me his answer.

"Those things don't matter to me. So what if you've been with other guys? I'm not like them and I would never abandon you. Now, let's get the hell out of here and have a proper date, you deserve someone better so I'm gonna prove it to you."

Eric stands up from his chair and offers his hand for me to grab. "You already have, there's no need for you to show me more of your kindness."

I take his hand and stood close to him. "We'll have a nice lunch, buy you some nice clothes and maybe have a nice time in bed."

He smirks and laughs at my not so happy reaction. "I'm kidding! Though the idea does sound nice, but I'm a proper gentleman so I'll wait."

I blush as I leaned forward and hugged him. "Maybe we can make an exception this time." I tease him this time and quickly leaned up to kiss him.

"Let's have that date then." Eric kissed me again and took my hand this time. "I know the best place that serves your favorite meal, after that I'll take you to one of my favorite stores and I'm going to spoil you with gifts."

"You sure? I don't want you to waste any money on me."

We stopped when we noticed a few news reporters and paparrazi outside, wanting to ask the band a few questions on why they've become such a controversial band and the same questions they always do.

Eric held onto my hand right and together we began to run away from them and laugh when they couldn't catch up with us. I have a feeling I'll be truly happy now.

#dead kennedys #jello biafra #jello biafra x reader #punk rock #80's punk #alternative #70's punk

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Meeting The Bat

You finally find out about Bruce’s alter-ego

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warnings: swearing ,a tiny bit of angst?

a/n so no smut today unfortunately however there is a sub Bruce smut on the way and maybe another Quarantine one with Superman role-play? or just another Superman one I don’t know not to sure one that yet any way this is my latest Bruce Wayne hope you enjoy it xx

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Meeting The Bat

Being with Bruce was a dream, honestly he was the best boyfriend you could ask for however there was something that was beginning to bother you. He was protective. Well not just him even his sons were protective of you, in a sense it was sweet? he wanted to know where you'd be at all times what time you'd be back and never felt truly comfortable unless you was staying at the manor. He wasn't to pleased when you and jack made the move back to your apartment after the press had all settled down used to you both being a couple, luckily superman had popped up in Gotham taking the spotlight away from you both which you was grateful for and would probably kiss the man for it if you ever met him. Bruce insisted that you should stay with him a few more days which you knew would become weeks and then months.

You'd declined stating you were going home it was too early to move in permanently plus you were still paying rent and was still under lease. You all but ripped his head off when he offered to pay your rent for you, you will not become financially Dependent on Bruce no matter how much he'd enjoy it, which was your latest discovery he loved taking care of you in every sense, he had stolen the phone from you when you was having a problem with your energy company who had been over charging you and was refusing to pay back anything... needless to say your cheque had arrived three days ago and he had taken all of your bills off of you and made sure you was on the best deal, you suspected he actually gave them to Alfred to sort out but there was no arguing with him, his excuse was that it was his job to look after you in the end it was easier to just let him get on with it. Tho this latest overprotective bullshit was a curfew Bruce had decided that if he let you go home it was on the condition that you had a curfew... A FUCKING CURFEW!! he said it was for your own good. You didn't live in the best part of Gotham but there was many worse places, it had really got to you in all honesty more so because it had caused your first real argument. He was adamant that you shouldn't leave your home after dark that anything could happen and he couldn't loose you, for you it was the principle that just because you were together didn't mean you had to obey him....

That wasn't even in wedding vows any more for christ sake. You felt a little bad afterwards when Bruce through his hands up stalking off into the manor claiming he needed a drink, Alfred had saved the day managing to explain where all the anger came from he had lost everything once before and didn't want it to happen again Bruce was frightened of loosing you, not only that but you could be a target now that people knew who you was. You forget what he has been through, he had first hand knowledge of how quickly life could change his greatest fear is loosing what he loves. Safe to say you felt like a bitch for screaming back at him but you crept up to his study finding him distraught head in his hands you'd pulled him close kissing his head promising that you wasnt going any wear and you'd agreed to his request not to leave the house after dark and if you did you would tell him exactly where you would be and check in with him aswell as let him know when youd be home.

That was the first night you could honestly say you'd made love and not just had sex, it was slow and full of feeling he had admitted that he half expected you to leave him which you'd laughed off quickly afterwards you both felt stronger you know had a true understanding of just how much you meant to each other.

Tonight was one of those nights, you was invited out to dinner a celebration for Tom and his girlfriend now fiance's engagement. Bruce had been invited but was busy... tho your not sure what with considering it was booked for 8.30pm but you just let it go, it was a small casual dinner for people at the cafe, well it had been intended to be a small and casual dinner but Bruce insisted that they should celebrate properly and had offered up one of his swanky places for the event free of charge,he was adamant that it was also an apology for not being able to make it.

Tom and Lilly never thought they'd get a chance to eat there so had agreed. so here you was in a fancy restaurant toasting the couple with some imported champagne that Bruce had ordered in for the event that tasted like some strange weak grape piss. You grimaced and bared with it for the toasts then placed it down before quickly swigging your Lambrusco red swishing it a little to get rid of the taste. The dinner was going well everyone was happily enjoying the open bar awing over Lilly's new ring that was stunning and excitedly chatting about wedding ideas.

As the night winded down everyone was ready to leave. As you gathered your things you got a bad feeling, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something just wasn't right, then before anyone could make a move Five men stormed into the main seating area covered in military grade black armor faces covered with plastic looking masks and goggles waving guns around threatening you all to get to the floor which you all did people screamed as the man kept screaming orders kicking and shoving, two of them began walking the tables taking jewelry and snatching wallets that people held out trying to apease them. You looked across at Lilly who was twisting her ring panicked.

"Lilly now!" you held out a hand she hesitated until you snapped your fingers at her, she handed it to you and you quickly stuffed it down your dress hiding it in your spanxs bodysuit she looked at you thankfully as you did realizing that you was going to try and conceal it for her.

"Psst Lilly give me that!" she looked at you wide eyed shaking her head you groaned as her whispering again

"Well well who have we got here? looks like we have a bit of luck tonight boys" you cringed as you was dragged to stand in front of him. Your heart was erratic trying to jump out of your chest you took shakey breathes trying to calm down you felt like you were going to have a heart attack with how fast it was.

"Well fuck me it is! oi! leave the rest we got all we need here" the man who had ahold of you said you assumed was the leader as he was the one who had been barking orders since he came in, one of the men who was collecting replied confused

"What do you mean? Who is this bitch?"

"You mean who's is this bitch? Its Wayne's bunny boiler. How much you think she charges for a round" he said cupping your ass pulling you towards him you dug your heel into his foot and spat in his face then head butted him for good measure, he jumped back holding his nose sniffling you used the chance to try and run being grabbed from behind by the other male the leader growled straightening and backhanded you snapping your face to the side.

"You said she was wayne's!!! nothing to do with HIM!!"

"I wonder just how much he'd pay to have you back?" you cried out hissing as he cupped your jaw as it throbbed squeezing feeling the sting of your now split lip you moved making to strike him again, he grunted dodging then pulled back hitting you with the butt of his gun you screamed nearly collapsing vision going fuzzy at how hard you'd been hit, your captor let go only for you to be held up with a fist in your hair by the leader in front of you, you grabbed his hand clawing at it trying to get him off, they used your daze to escape dragging you from the restaurant, keeping everyone else at bay with guns aiming at them as they made it through the doors.you tired digging your heals in trying to stop them from taking you so easily but your feet dragged as more hands grabbed and tugged you trying to bundle you into the back of an all black suv.

You kicked screaming lashing out and twisting the one by your head got fed up grunting he spun around holding you in a choke hold and heaved you backwards into the car you screamed again louder then you ever had before you looked up crying out. You was silenced with one swift punch in the side of your head again knocking you out. You came to as you felt yourself being jerked around you groaned as the car you was in swerved violently to the right making you thump your head on the inside of the door,you hissed and groaned trying to blink away your confusion your head throbbed, everything was too much you couldnt make sense of where you was or what was going on, you bent to the side hanging your head off of the seat to the foot well heaving you felt like you was going to be sick. The men were shouting at one another panicked screaming filled the car as they was pointing the blame to one another.

"SHE IS WAYNE’S! FUCK SAKE JUST KEEP DRIVING, HE'S RIGHT BEHIND US GOGOGO!!" you cringed as the shouting continued hurting your head, so was the passing lights out side of the car, you closed your eyes trying to block out the noise snapping them open as you went sliding across the seat again as the car skidded around another corner, you covered your mouth trying to stop the bile from escaping as your stomach lurched again.

"Well he isn't shooting so maybe we can use her as a hostage" you hissed as your head moved to fast, trying to block out the shouting men who had forgotten you was there

"NO! if he sees her he will find a way to grab her.... this is the bat were talking about not some fucking cop!"

'bat? what are they talking about?' you thought still not thinking straight holding your head trying to stop it moving you noticed it was wet you pulled your hand back seeing blood had matted in your hair you panicked looking around seeing everyone hysterical. Then you moved slow looking out of the back window. you frowned

'what the fuck?' you winced as the car took another turn quickly gripping the back of the seat to stay still watching as the batmobile followed effortlessly. Then you heard it a loud crack in from above, everyone held their breath for a second.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? WHO IS THIS BITCH? GO FASTER! GO! GO! GO!" one screamed rocking forward willing the car to go faster as the driver floored it pushing the car faster.

"How does she know these guys?" another cried crawling across the seats in the car looking desperately threw the windows trying to locate who you assumed was superman considering there was only one man in the sky

"WE CANT OUT RUN HIM NO FUCKING WAY! DUMP HER!!"

"NO SHES OUR PAY DAY!""BOSS? WHAT DO WE DO?"

"...we have no choice.. DUMP HER SHE WILL GO UNDER THE BAT, SUPERMAN WILL INTERVENE WE COULD MAKE A RUN FOR IT!, OI TAKE THAT ALLEY THERE CHUCK HER OUT AIM FOR THE BATMOBILE!!" you panicked as the car turned again a small alley that the batmobile would just squeeze through.

"NO BOSS SHES OUR ONLY GUARANTEE WERE NOT GONNA BE SHOT AT!" you screamed loud as one of the men grabbed you pushing you against the door fiddling for the handle.

"NO NO PLEASE DON'T!" you screamed trying to fight against him.

"fuck this shes not worth it , drop the dead weight" the panicking man quickly lent over you opening the door

"NONONO SHES THE ONLY REASON HE'S NOT SHOOTING!!" it was to late you felt the door give behind you and he pushed you out quickly you screamed as you fell from the car as it raced down the alley you grunted striking the tarmac winded as your back took the impact hard tearing the skin then bounced ragdolling over the concrete the last thing you remember was seeing glimpses of the stars and the screech of tires as the batmobile came hurtling towards you crying out and closing your eyes a loud crash was herd before nothing...

When you came to you groaned you was being held firm against a chest hushed voices spoke the first was behind you, you coud tell as they spoke it vibrated through you.

"Did you get them?"

"Yes they are at Gotham station... they wasn't targeting her specifically it was a last minute decision" you frowned a little recgonizing the voices

"Thank you, for coming if you hadn't then I'd have" the voice trailed off you felt the person behind you shake.

"Don't... don't do that to yourself, shes here and she'll live I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner"

"Is she ok?"

"Yes hearts a little fast but it always is....Get it checked out apart from that cuts and bruises mostly nothing broken but her ribs are cracked on the back, she's lucky she tucked her arms in and rolled, at that type of speed she could have done some real damage....Any way I'm needed elsewhere let me know how she gets on, call me if you need me I mean it Bruce"

'Bruce wha Where was Bruce?' your thoughts were interrupted as they continued talking

"I will thank you again I mean it.... I owe you" there was a small gust then you winced feeling something dabb against your head you hissed trying to move away from the stinging

"No no stay still I’m not finished yet" you felt a small stinging tug on your head wound

"They will hold now and I will check them each day" your eyes tried to flutter open when you heard a hum of acknowledgment from the person you was sitting on, opening your eyes slowly you looked straight at someone you thought you'd never see again.

"Al-Alfred?" you tried looking round then hissed as you moved your head bringing your hands up to it.

"I’m gonna be sick-" quickly a small metal Bin was pulled up from behind you and held under your head as you heaved into it you cried out moaning as the action pulled on your back, you felt the person you were sitting on slowly ruffle your hair at the base of your skull, you moaned resting your head on the bin closing your eyes.

"Miss Cooke? Y/n are you okay? is it just your head and back thats sore? nowhere else?" you looked down noticing you was in a mans tshirt and sweat pants then looked up slowly

"I- yeah what happened where are we? Who changed me?" you said looking around squinting at the bright lights that seemed to reflect of off what seemed like miles of glass. Alfred sighed packing up

"You don't remember? what was the last thing you remember?" you man behind you held his breath

"Concrete... and headlights a car? but-no it- bat-they were screaming about Batman" you closed your eye trying to remeber what had happened

"I don't- they argued and decided to throw me under the Batmobile.... that must have been the headlights,how? wh-whats going on?! I should be dead!" you panicked a little unsure of what had happened, Alfred took the Bin from your lap setting it on the floor and crouch in front of you holding your hands

"Shh its okay now your safe, everything's going to be fine I promise" he rubbed your hand a little then nodded over you before standing up taking the bin with him.

"I will give you two a minute" he said before making his way through a glass door and up some stairs. you frowned turning slowly trying not to hurt your aching head.

"Bruce? oh god!" you quickly latched onto him, he hugged you back tight tucking your head in his chest breathing you in kissing your head as you let go sobbing into him shaking as each sob wracked your body the anxiety and stress catching up to you, he moved you to straddle his thighs rocking with you slowly trying to calm you down.

"Shh its okay sweets, I've got you ,Ive got you babe your okay shh...Your okay love, I love you" he held you tight almost crushing you to his chest you hissed as he put a little to much pressure on your wounds pressing your head into the hard plastic shirt? you pulled back looking at him then focused your eyes on his chest. your eyes widened. No it couldn't, He couldn't be.

"what? what is-Bruce?" you questioned sniffling wiping the tears away to see clearer running your fingers across your lovers chest staring at the bat spread across it, your eyes searched his for answers. He looked guilty you hand kept running over the suits chest tracing and retracing the symbol, trying to let it sink in

"Y-you? Your batman?Bruce?" he nodded slightly casting a glance to his mask that was placed on the table beside you both your hand stopped moving as you saw the mask.

"Thats-this is why you disappear from bed at night? why you were so worried about me being out at night? and the reason you couldn't come to the dinner tonight? Because your out-" you waved a hand around

"Patrolling..yes" you took a deep breath cupping his face running your thumb across his jaw, he moved nuzzling into your hand just happy that you was alive here with him, part of him was worried that you would walk away being a billionaire was one thing but this might be your limit.

"Okay then" he gaped at you

"What?"

"It's okay Your batman that's okay we can work with this, what did you expect me to do?"

"Your not going to scream at me for lying,or tell me to stop...leave me?!" you looked at hims confused unable to tell if he was angry or worried. you shook your head at him.

"No, I can understand why you wouldn't have told me and I wont ask you to stop you save people I could never ask you to stop doing that, I wont leave you. I love you Bruce and this is a part of you, will I be worried when you leave at night? sure but its nothing I cant handle. I'm not going anywhere" he smiled bright going to hug you again

"ah! Babe-no that's hard and I ache" he stopped as you motioned to the suit standing up placing you on your feet you watched him curious then slowly reached out touching his cape letting your fingers glide across it a little then quickly pulled back blushing when he chuckled at you.

"What sweets?" you shrugged mouth going dry when you really looked at him and realized that he seemed much bigger and intimidating in his suit you flushed a little he cocked an eyebrow at you tilting his head.

"Nothing" you said slowly picking up his mask from the table running your fingers across it.

"No come on I haven't seen you go like this since you saw me in a tux"

"...I think I just started my list is all" you said letting your fingers skim his abdomen again he through his head back laughing then took his mask from you he took a step forward his voice deepening

"oh you like my suit do you? well i will definatly remember that" he said leaning down kissing you deep holding the back of your neck tilting your head a little to gain better access he quickly spun pressing you against the table beside you both you wince pulling away holding onto him with one hand the other going to your head.

"Shit I forgot are you okay?" you sighed

"Yes just a little fuzzy...dizzy and it hurts" he sighed calling for Alfred who seemed to pop up out of thin air

"Yes sir"

"Can you take her upstairs and help her head she needs some painkillers I will be up shortly" the butler nodded escorting you out of the bat cave once in the house he sat you on the sofa in front of a large TV showing the news he left for the kitchen.

"where are we Alfred?" he quickly got a glass of water and painkillers coming back toward you watching you look around the room glass on three sides with a room slap bang in the middle everything centered around it.

"This is one of Bruce's houses the glass lake house, not that you can see in now its to late. He thought we should bring you here instead of the main manor in case you didn't react well to his nightly ventures shall we say? I assume by the fact that you almost found your self ravaged in the cave that there isn't any problems between the two of you?" you blushed a little taking the pills he offered you.

"No Alfred there isn't I understand why he wouldn't have told me... and I suppose the boys are well you know?"Alfred's eyes widened not prepared for that before clearing his throat he nodded, there was no point in lying to you now he couldn't insult you like that.

"I'm proud of him even more now if that's possible.... besides a little secret between us I always though batman was hot" you giggled a little he chuckled sitting beside you

"Yes well lets not let him here that, we wouldn't want his head to get any bigger than it already is"

"Yes he wouldn't get his mask to fit" you leaned back into the seat a little you frowned as grainy footage was being played

"I-is that- Alfred is that what happened? is that me?" he looked at the screen seeing the nights events.

"Yes I’m afraid so, you was lucky Bruce called Superman to help he would have never forgiven himself if he had hit you" you watched as the footage was slowed down seeing you rolling from the car as the Batmobile skidded and swerved a little as it tried to stop then faster then you could blink superman was just there in front of you stopping the Batmobile in its tracks looking at you he nodding saying something to the Batmobile then shot off again as Bruce climbed out cradling you to him placing you in the back before taking off again. You heaved a sigh looking at Bruce who had just entered catching the last few seconds on the TV as the reporter then started explaining that the criminal's had been delivered to the police station by superman and no one knew who the victim was or where she had been taken.

"So that he was the other person." both males looked at you

"Downstairs I heard two voices, I suppose it was Superman?" Bruce nodded

"He saved your life, he also said your ribs are cracked and your heart was fast other then that no serious injuries" you nodded hoping the others were okay.

"Shit! Ring! who changed me? where is it? a ring there was a ring in my spanx?!" Alfred smile pulling it out of his breast pocket

"Would this be it?" you relaxed

"Yes, Its Lilly's engagement ring they were stealing jewelry so I hid it for her" Bruce sat down beside you one arm across the back of the sofa leaning close against you.

"You stuffed it in your spanx?" he asked with a laugh you blushed

"Well I didn't have pockets?! most dresses don't have any! I mean where else was I meant to put up my ass?!" you said defending yourself shaking your head.

"Men!"

"You can text tom on my phone here" he said giving it you, you quickly typed in a message reading it out to Bruce so he knew your cover story, that batman had recognized you and took you to Wayne manor on your request and that you was okay minor scraps and bruises but would take a few days off and also that you still had the ring. Bruce nodded pulling you to lean on him just needing to touch you after being so close to loosening you it got him thinking again

"Sweets?"

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me" you leaned back from him a little placing a hand on his leg

"What?" he faced you

"I'm serious, I want you and Jack to move in with me theres nowhere safer, you know now and you haven't walked away. Your the only one for me and I don't see the point of us living apart anymore, eventually your going to move in so why wait? I love you one day I'm gonna marry you but for now move in." you gaped at him shocked at the sincerity in his voice your face softened you rubbed along his leg, It did make sense now that you knew who he was, that must have counted for something you felt your heart swell as he mentioned marriage but you wont let yourself get to excited yet but you would give this a go, you practically live there anyway.

"Fine I see your point, but I will help around the place and i want to help towards the bills" he leaned down kissing you softly

"Great you can move in this weekend Alfred do you still have the movers number?

""Yes sir i will call them tomorrow morning - well later today for you" Bruce smile thanking him

"Bruce didn't you hear me I want to help with the bills" he ignored you

"I'm sorry what? No I just heard you say you'll move in nothing after that." he winked you sighed

"I said I’m helping!"

"Alfred did you hear that? I swore I heard something but I'm not quite sure?"

"Could have been the wind sir"

"ALFRED?! not you to?" he smirked at Bruce who laughed loud

"Hey you can have one of the studies, making into your own private little reading room or art studio"

"The one on the west wing would do sir it has good light and beautiful view over the grounds and a large fireplace

""Thank you Alfred, as soon as your moved in you can decorate it however you like" you deadpanned at him

"your not going to let me help out at all are you?" he shook his head at you making you sigh Alfred on the other hand was ecstatic to have a lady in the house it had been to long since there was a feminine touch to the manor. "Finally someone sensible in the house!" you giggled at Alfred's giddy expression before he cleared his throat

"Well- excuse me now you should relax you cant sleep after hitting your head so many times so I suggest watching some tv, I'm going to go get some sleep, If you do decide to entertain one another please bare in mind that the walls are all glass... for Y/n sake more than yours sir." you blushed as Bruce waved him off as he left. once alone you both became quiet it was Bruce who broke the silence

"I'm sorry"

"What? What are you sorry for?"

"I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't get there in time. I heard your screams, didn't know it was you but when I got to the restaurant your friends they were screaming at the police that it was you. My heart stopped thats why I called in Superman I couldn't risk you, not for a second and in the end it was me who nearly killed you."

"You didn't throw me from that car Bruce love come on it was you who saved me love, like you said you didn't want any risk so called in back up, and it was the back up you called in who stopped the car-" he gave an indignant look

"Batmobile what ever point is he wouldn't have been there if you hadn't called him its over anyway and as of the weekend I will be safe and sound in the manor waiting for you and the boys to come home every night."he gasped at you going to argue over the boys you placed a finger to his lips

"I already worked it out Alfred had the decency not to lie to me when I asked and I hope you do to, I love you don't dwell on all the could have's okay?" he smiled nodding you snuggled into him more wincing a bit then began surfing through the channels hunkering down for the remainder of the night.

#bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayned fic #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #batman x reader #batmom imagines #batman x y/n

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I Like Boys

A Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Story

Master List

Pairing: Stucky | Word Count: 2256 | Warnings: Language

Based on the Todrick Hall song I Like Boys

A/N: With all the crazy in the world right now, I thought we could all use a little something fun and fluffy. This is my first Pride fic, please be kind as I did my absolute best. Love who you love, people. There’s nothing greater in life.

This fic is for @magellan-88 who inspires me even when she doesn’t intend to.

***

James Buchanan Barnes was ninety-seven years old when his Hydra programming finally broke. He spent two years running from his best friend, another two in cryo, and five after that apparently blipped into nothing. After the fight - were, somehow, they all came out alive - Bucky decided, fuck it!

How many times had he almost died? How many chances had he had? How many more would he waste before finally living his best life?

So he retired—sort of.

There was no such thing as "retiring" when your idiot best friend continued to throw himself out of planes and into the line of fire on a regular basis, but Steve did slow down. He took on a more managerial role, was promoted to "General" for his service, and spent his days sitting on his ass behind a desk.

Bucky liked him there. He liked having Steve unbruised and unbusted at the end of the day, saunter through the door to their joint living space and holler, "Honey, I'm home!"

It was a joke on the blond's part that was wearing thin, for when Bucky decided to live his best life, he'd begun to do some research about what that meant. Be true to you was a big part of it. But to be true to himself, he had to be honest with himself, and honesty meant admitting he'd been in love with Steven "is this a test" Rogers for most of his natural life.

Sadly, Steve liked girls. Case in point, one Peggy "gonna bust some balls" Carter.

Bucky couldn't exactly compete with that. She was one classy dame, and it hurt him to know that Steve would likely never move on. This era and it's dating rituals had thrown Cap for a loop. Women were too forward, and Steve - surprisingly - too shy to dive into the world of casual dates and sex.

For Bucky, it was different. He liked boys. There, he'd said it, but he still hadn't said it to Steve. Natasha, however, was a different story. She'd grown used to him sighing and pining on her shoulder. She said she hated it - she didn't - but she bitched enough for both of them.

Then she took him shopping.

While he was standing in some place called Sephora with miles of makeup and aisle of perfume that kind of made him want to sneeze, he had the shock of his life. All this "girly" crap everywhere, but in the middle of it was a guy? A cute guy. With well-groomed hair and this fabulous winged eyeliner - nothing like his Hydra days - wearing really cute skinny jeans and glitter on his cheeks.

Enchanted, Bucky left Natasha's side and slowly made his way over. The guy, man, guy he wasn't sure, looked up and flashed him a smile.

"Help you, honey?"

Bucky blinked. He had fantastic skin. "You're so shiny." A flush immediately reddened his face.

But Sephora Guy, whose name ended up being Ben, laughed and lightly patted his arm. "Aw, thanks, sweets. You looking for some skin care tips?"

Bucky nodded, unsure what else to do.

"Honey, you came to the right fella!"

Ben grabbed his wrist and led him to a chair where he bid Bucky sit. For the next hour, he was educated on everything from moisturizer to foundation to why Ben wore makeup. They talked about hair care, skin care, and what it meant to be "out" with such enthusiasm. Bucky had never spoken so candidly with anyone about his sexuality and found it enlightening.

He left the shop with five hundred dollars worth of product, a list for the hair salon, and a bunch of links to reputable websites if Bucky had more questions.

The smug on Natasha said she set him up, but he didn't care. He'd had the best day.

And when everything wound up on the counter in his and Steve's shared bathroom, Steve only arched a brow, smiled, and said nothing.

Bucky continued to learn, research, and occasionally visit the mall to have coffee with Ben or his partner Matt. They were always kind, never impatient, and easy-going. He'd begun to wonder if they hadn't realized who he was until one day he asked, and they both looked at him with amused smiles.

"Metal arm, slightly brooding, runs around after a "little punk" but now with a much better skin routine? Honey. Please," Ben snorted.

After, Bucky began to explore and try new things. He cooked, found a love for baking, and especially loved baking for Steve. The man refused to slow down, so it never affected Steve's physique, but Bucky found he was a little bit softer around the middle, his face fuller, his body less hard, and he liked it.

It was nice not to be combat-ready all the time. Sure he could strap on the black and spend nine hours running down Hydra, that hadn't changed, but he had the smallest pudge of a belly, a soft little roll that he loved.

Then, out of the blue, Natasha introduced him to roller derby.

Bucky was thrilled! He'd never seen anything so flashy, showy, violent in all his life that was meant to be fun! Oh, sure he'd watch the wrestling that showed up on TV, but he felt most of that was so phony. This? This was chaos. This was mayhem.

This was freaking awesome!

And the women were great. They were loud and boisterous, or sweet and shy, but when they put on their gear, they all became demons. Natasha occasionally trained with the group known as Red's Devils, a group of women from difficult circumstances she sponsored during the blip. It gave the ladies an outlet for grief, anger, pain that they wouldn't have had otherwise.

Once they met him, they'd put him in a pair of roller skates and dragged him around the track. Of course, with the serum and his enhanced body, getting his balance and figuring out how to move on wheels was cake, and soon he was skating around the room, learning neat tricks and tips from the women catcalling and laughing along with him

Bucky loved it.

Finally, after seventy years as a Hydra pawn and all the crap that came afterward, he'd figured it out, found himself, and was happy. The only thing he wasn't satisfied with was Steve.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend like he didn't tent his pants every time the big dumb blond wandered through the apartment in a towel. Or that "Honey, I'm home!" didn’t make his damn heart flutter. Some days it hurt to look at his stupid beautiful face and not want to kiss it. Or punch it.

He swore Steve's shirts were getting tighter. Sometimes, it felt like his eyes lingered.

The shit was messing with his head, dammit!

Then, just as the world was getting it's shit back together, the pandemic happened. Covid 19 struck, and everything stopped. The world stood still, went into lockdown, and Bucky wanted to slam his head on the wall.

He had been going to his first Pride event with Ben and Matt, ready to step outside and be who he was, while those who didn't approve could kiss his lily-white ass. He was going to tell Steve. He was going to stop hiding, conforming, resiting who he was. And it all went to shit thanks to a fucking virus.

He was pissed! It wasn't fair! He'd been so prepared.

Natasha found him pouting on the couch in the common area of the now mostly empty compound. Anyone who could go home was sent home, leaving them running a skeleton crew of people, and forcing as much separation as possible.

She flopped down mostly on top of him. "Why so glum, chum?"

"Pride's cancelled," he muttered.

She snorted. "No, it's not."

He rolled his eyes. "We're under a shelter in place order, Natalia."

"I'm aware, Barnes," she huffed. "But Pride isn't cancelled. Just because you can't strut down the street waving a rainbow flag doesn't stop what this month is about. It's about you, celebrating you, and all the people who came before you who fought, screamed, raged against injustice and in some cases, died to be able to stand up proudly and say I'm gay, I'm bisexual, I'm transgender. You can't go out. That doesn't mean you can't celebrate."

She patted his chest and left him sitting there to think about what she said.

***

The music that pounded through the compound jerked Steve's head up. Reports forgotten, he rose and went to look out his office door, only to gape in shock as Bucky, wearing the shortest, tightest, black shorts he'd ever seen and a cropped top that showed off his cute little belly, rolled by on roller skates. He'd cut his hair not long ago, his interest in styling it a new hobby. Right now, it was fluffed high and held there with wax, looking soft and shiny and pretty as hell. Glitter sparkled on his cheeks, on his lashes, and glossed his lips.

He smirked as he rolled by, blue eyes amused. "Close your mouth, Rogers."

Steve swallowed thickly and followed Bucky down the hallway. Those shorts should be illegal. The top wasn't much better. The cropped top was blue, sleeveless, showing off defined muscles and metal arm. His skin freaking glowed against the blue.

It was seriously unfair how hot his best friend was, and Steve thanked his lucky stars he'd worn sweats and underwear today that helped disguise the tent forming in his pants.

When Bucky stooped to pick up a big ass rainbow flag, Steve's jaw dropped. He knew what June first represented, how did Bucky?

Like a moth to a flame, Steve followed Bucky into the common room where Bucky was skating in happy circles, singing along to the music.

"I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them, girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em, like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."

Steve's jaw dropped. His mind refused to compute what he was hearing. It blue screened, whited out, and returned in time to watch Bucky drop it low and twerk like he'd done it all his life.

"I like when they shake it, shake it. I like when they grind real slow. I like when they almost naked. Tell dad I'm so homo. Lights off, doors shut. Tall, dark, clean-cut. Thick with a bubble but. Yup, Mama, I like boys."

A sound like a fax machine escaped his throat as Bucky danced, shook his ass, swung his hips, and sent Steve's mind so far into the gutter he wondered if it would ever come out.

"Bitch, B to the O to the Y to the S, Boys will be boys, and with boys, I'm obsessed. Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress, and if boys are a crime, then I'm under arrest. 'Cause I've been boy crazy since the boy scouts. Fuck the closets, let the boys out. Don't be a camel when you are a llama, period. No comma, bring on all the drama. Mama, I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em. Like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."

The music continued to play, but Bucky rolled away from the window, leaving the flag he'd been carrying behind on the couch when he skated up to Steve and stopped. On the skates, Bucky was inches taller and caused Steve to tilt his head back to look up at him as he had when they were kids.

"So," Bucky murmured, a blush under the glitter and eyes suddenly shy and uncertain. "I like boys."

Steve's heart clenched. Before he could stop himself or second guess what he was doing, his hand shot out, grabbed the back of Bucky's neck, and dragged his friend down in a kiss that had been pent up for almost a century.

Bucky squeaked, flailed once, almost rolled away, and finally wrapped his arms around Steve in a near bone-crushing hug. Lips slanted, mouths softened, parted, inhaled, changed the angle and softened.

Tingles raced through Steve's body as he kissed Bucky, his Bucky, pouring every bit of emotion he felt into it. Then, he nipped his teeth into Bucky's lip and slowly pulled away.

"I'm bisexual," Steve murmured. "I've known for years."

"You punk-ass piece of shit! Why didn't you say something?" Bucky barked, but Steve noticed he didn't let go.

"There wasn't time." He gently squeezed Bucky's nape. "And how do you tell your best friend in the whole world you've been in love with him your entire life?"

"Steve…" Bucky whispered, resting their foreheads together. "You're an idiot."

Steve kissed him again because there was no refuting that logic.

***

From the second-floor observation deck, Natasha turned her phone camera from the scene below to her grinning face. The live stream event had hearts and comments blowing up her Instagram. "Happy Pride everyone. If those two old farts can figure it out, anyone can."

She blew a kiss at the camera and ended the stream.

-The End-

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FM4 INTERVIEW with TOM NEUWIRTH

https://radiothek.orf.at/podcasts/fm4/fm4-interview-podcast/fm4-interview-mit-tom-neuwirth

Queer visibility also plays a role in the life of Tom Neuwirth, also known as Conchita Wurst. Seven years ago he won the Eurovision Song Contest. In an interview with FM4, he tells us like it is to grow up as a gay boy and experience pride for the first time.

. "Hello Tom, nice to have you here." "Yes, hello, I'm happy to be here." "It's June and that's a very special month for many people. It's Pride month and for queer people it's Pride all year. How are you feeling with that? How is June for you?"

Tom: "It's very special, it's been relatively commercialized in the last few years, which makes it special in another way. It's more visibility than it used to be. Pride has always been" The place to be ", especially when I was 16 / 17. Oh God, that I am now at an age to be able to say that. It was suddenly possible to visibly live out our sexuality, even if it was just being there, to hold hands and to have a save space and to know "Nothing will happen to you". It might sound strange, but being able to be an LGBTIQ person out on the streets was not easy back then and is still not always easy now.

FM4:" On 19th, it is the Rainbow Parade in Vienna. Do you have plans?"

Tom: " Not really concrete plans, but since the lockdown has fallen, we all feel the need to go out and celebrate. That is why the spirit to celebrate that I feel has not necessarily to do with June, but also with the current situation. I will of course be there. After 1 1/2 years where you couldn't see a lot of people and queer visibility has not taken place, I think it is important that we go out to the streets together and maybe come back to the origins of Prides . We noticed that the pandemic was not good when it comes to questioning ways of thinking, to stand up for more equality and that is why it is important to go out "as fabulous as we can".

FM4:"Do you still remember your first Pride and your first rainbow parade? How did you feel and how old were you?

Tom: "At my first Pride, I was with my best friend, Flo. We were 14/15 and told everyone we were in Graz, but secretly drove to Vienna. We then went to trendy scene bars and the rainbow parade and it was the amazing feeling of not having to hide, to not have to expect people to talk bad to me or look at me for walking in the street with my boyfriend. It was an extreme feeling of freedom. It still is a little, I have to say. I always dismissed it when you kiss in public and then get harsh comments. “I couldn't care less.” ...But then you ask yourself “Does that have to be?” “Why do you have to put people in a situation that is uncomfortable in some way. "So this year I am a little more aware of why it is important to have a rainbow parade. The first memories ... it was just Heaven ..You danced, met new people every minute and made out on the dance floor. It was "everything you can ask for".

FM4: "Do you know how old you were?"

Tom:" At my first Pride kiss? 15....*mumbles*...14/15"

FM4: "Nice. You have certainly been to many Pride events. Have you ever been to Prides outside Austria in June?"

Tom: "If you're known in the queer community, people like to book you for Prides. That's how it was for me and it has increased exponentially since the Eurovision Song Contest. One of the most impressive Prides was Amsterdam when I was there for the first time. I didn't know it from Austria when you turn on the TV and the country's TV stations are flagged with rainbow flags and Pride is advertised in the mainstream. Then the canals and streets were full. The whole city celebrated this part of society. The kids were all painted with rainbow flags and these floats that drove through on the canals. It was extremely impressive. And I didn't know that from Austria. With the Europride, that changed. That was extremely cool. You really had the feeling that the whole city celebrated with us. I also think that Vienna has the potential to become a queer Hotspot. Barcelona and everywhere else too, but Vienna has such charm and courage. Vienna is so uncompromising. I love that. Uncompromising in any way and especially with this topic. I think that's cool. I would like it to get bigger in the next few years. It's Pride month and we have so much to offer. From queer history in all museums to theaters and clubs. Lectures, artists ... we talked about queer footballers today ... This city has so much potential.

FM4: You already gave the cue. Queer Visibility. Where does it start and where does it end?

Tom: "That has to be viewed individually. I think, a drag queen, for example, that is activism as soon as she steps out of the dressingroom. For me it is ... well I don't know. I've spent a lot of my life, pushing myself into the hetero norm and I don't do that anymore. So not at all anymore. I'm hysterical and loud and scream and laugh and talk to everyone and wear what I like. I've come to a point where I'm no longer afraid because you think “it has to be like that.” And that's where it starts with me. Everyone should start with themselves. Sometimes I find it difficult because I don't want to ask anybody, “Now be extra bad”. Everyone should be what he or she is. I express myself a lot ... Now I want to say, through my clothes, but that's not true. I'm just uncompromising and try to break the boundaries again and again and make people think. Yesterday we were on the Donaustrand and did a photo shoot wearing black lace underwear. The people who watched, the reactions differed. But they'd go home and say, "Well, I've seen something today ..." And they'd talk about it, it's the first step in a conversation.

FM4:"This month is Pride month. Do you remember the first time you were proud of yourself? That you "owned your space"

Tom: "I think that was already at the first Pride events. Although I still have it. Pride means to me .. that's a power. When many people work together towards one goal. Or something in common ... It has so much power. You are not alone as an individual, you are among so many like-minded people where you have the feeling "I breathe". The visibility. That makes us strong against everything queer people struggle with."

FM4: "You already talked about Vienna. You have been living in Vienna for a long time. But you grew up somewhere else, in Bad Mitterndorf. I checked, it has about 5000 residents."

Tom: "They have grown."

FM4: "How was it for you to grow up as a queer person in the country?"

Tom: "It was a bit ambivalent, I never really held back in my being. I often heard from my mother" You can't wear that now. You can't wear a dirndl or a first communion dress, none of that works. "But I'd always found my ways to portray myself and just did what I felt". On one hand, I totally demanded it, but on on the other hand, it was bad for me to get the attention because it wasn't positive. My parents run an Restaurant and they were a bit dependent on the opinions of their guests. They don't think like that anymore. I am happy about that. To do everything right for everyone is simply not possible. It was this duality of "I am there" and "It hurts" when you are insulted, laughed at. And so many queer people feel like that. And you ask yourself "Why?" For example, if it's a child and the adults react like that. You think "Get yourself together."

FM4: "You said there were painful things. What helped you?"

Tom: "Definitely my friends, but I also loved to go to the attic. I never wanted to work, there were too many people and too close for me ... I told my mother." I'll sew every button on you, but please don't let me work in service." And then I fled to the attic and did everything there. Drew, sewed, danced, sang. I sang out loud because nobody heard it. My Idol: Celine Dion ... high and loud. Of course I had to train that first. Yes, me and my friends. It was always my safe place. It is still like that today.

FM4: "That is also very important to have."

Tom: "I'm also very grateful that I can feel myself and enjoy myself ... not in all situations ... that I can love myself. And I have fun with myself.

FM4: Many queer people have queer role models. That help even in difficult times. Did you have someone there too?

Tom: "The first time to hear" I will always love you "was eye-opening. And the first time to hear" My heart will go on ", I think it was my" queer wakening "and comforting. Power balades, the 90s. .. then I could shout it out. That's why maybe I can let myself go so well when I sing emotionally. Because that was always my outlet and still is today. If I don't sing for a long time, it's still like that today. ..I'm in a bad mood and singing, the bad mood is gone. Singing does something to us ... it's like jumping. You have to grin and get in a good mood.

FM4: When we talk about Conchita Wurst, we also talk about identities and breaking the binary system, which has stood in our way for billions of years. You also show that identities can be fluid and can change and can be many things. Can you still remember when you let Conchita "wake up"? And maybe also when you first appeared as Conchita?

Tom: "The first time was ... now I forgot the club, but it was with the Saloon Kitty Revue. Kitty Willenbruch is one of the most famous burlesque dancers in Austria and I was out in drag once and moderated something. She was in the audience and then asked me whether I would like to present the revue. At that time it was every week, I think, and I said “Yes, I would love to.” And then thought to myself that I shouldn't shave. I look like 12 without beard. I let my beard grow and then the day of the revue came. I love to entertain the audience. I think that's my greatest talent. To be able to let go on stage. First was Starmania, then I finished school, and it was basically my first show business experience again. That's when I noticed. Despite all the worry about whether you can make a living from it, I want to go this way.

FM4: "When you think about your queer future, where are you going? What should change?"

Tom: "It would be nice if at some point no one asks the question," Are you into boys? "Because I think, or in my circle of friends, we sometimes also discuss that. We are just gay and that is totally one-sided and totally restricts you. What if I miss the love of my life, which is a woman. It would be nice if the understanding of the world goes so far that it just doesn't matter. Then we would all be Queer, which we all actually are.

FM4: "A good final word. Thanks Tom."

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