#i nearly forgot i wrote THOSE kind of things n on fucking paper too .

[noxtivagus]

reconnected w some irls after v long time not rlly talking 🥹🫶🏼

[kiss-inthekitchen]

of the jealous kind

summary: you and Harry are out at the local farmer’s market when a girl starts flirting with you and Harry gets jealous. only thing is, you don’t exactly realize she’s flirting with you. classic wlw vibes, am i right ladies? (please say yes)

my submission for @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines bi-ficathon!

a/n: fun times with Harry calling you “his girl” and being just a bit pathetically jealous (his words!) also i might continue this...in a smut type of fashion... if y’all are interested

word count: 2.2k 

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“Oh, let’s stop over there! I want to get one of those chocolate chip custard things,” you exclaimed, spotting your favorite bakery stand at the farmer’s market and dragging Harry along by your joined hands. 

“A’right, love, m’comin,” he laughed, trying to keep in step with your suddenly quickened pace. 

It was a Sunday morning, cloudy but not too cold, and you and Harry were visiting your favorite farmer’s market in town. You tried to come here at least twice a month if your schedules allowed it. Today, it just so happened, you both had the entire day free to spend with each other. 

Harry knew you had to look at everything the bakery had to offer before you inevitably bought the same items as usual (a good, crusty country loaf and the same danish you never remembered the name of). There was a produce stand across the way that immediately caught Harry’s eye, a “buy 2 get 1 free” sign atop a display of various berries calling out to him. You noticed his distraction, the two of you speaking at the same time.

“M’gonna-” 

“Go on, then.”

“Know me so well, don’t you?” He gave you a soft smile and pressed a kiss to your temple before heading off in pursuit of his beloved fruit. 

You took the last few steps over to the booth’s main table, which held a majority of the baked goods as well as this week’s free sample: a garlic rosemary bread, cut into bite size pieces. You picked one up, on instinct taking a sidelong glance at the basket of your favorite pastries by the register, when the woman behind the counter finished ringing up a customer and turned to you.   

“Can I help you with anything, hon?”

“Oh, um, I’m just looking,” you answered, looking up at her. She must’ve been new, you thought, not recognizing her from your previous visits. She had dark hair, twisted up into a bun at the back of her head, an oversized t-shirt with a phoenix decal on it. Her name tag informed you that her name was Allie. 

“Alright, well, I will say that’s the best flavor we’ve got,” she gestures to the small wedge still held between your fingers. 

“Really? That’s quite a bold statement,” you smile back at her, appreciating her friendliness.  

“You’re gonna want to trust me on this one,” she said, nodding at you to go ahead. 

You took a bite, blushing a bit at the knowledge you were being watched and that she was awaiting your response. “Mhm,” you agreed, around a mouthful of bread. “Okay, you’re right, that’s better.” 

“Thought so. I have been told I’ve got very good taste.” 

“Well, I’m not surprised.” 

She made eye contact with you, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “So, will you be taking a loaf of the garlic rosemary then?” she asked. 

“Yes, please.” Why not try something new, you thought. And she was right, it was delicious. You’re sure Harry would like it too, and you could just imagine the playful ribbing he was going to give you when he noticed you’d deviated from your usual order. “Oh, could I also get that-” 

“The chocolate chip danish? I saw you eyeing it earlier,” she said, picking one up with a gloved hand and placing it in a small paper bag. “That one’s on the house.” 

“Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you.” Allie was really on top of it with the customer service. 

“Anytime,” she said, “Anything else I can get you?” 

“No, that’s all for me! Thanks again.”

She rang up your order, handing you the bag before speaking. “You know, we also come out to the beachside farmer’s market on Wednesday’s, if you’re ever in the area. I’ll write it down for you,” she said, picking up a business card from a stack on the table and turning it over to write on the back. 

“Sounds great,” you replied, mostly to be polite. You probably wouldn’t make it out, Wednesdays being a busy day for you with classes. 

Just as she was handing it back to you, Harry appeared behind you, fruit in tow. 

“Thank you so much, have a good one!” you said cheerily, dropping the card into the bag with your goods. You’d look at it when you got home.

She waved back. “See you soon, hopefully.”

You smiled as you turned around to see Harry already standing there, startling a bit at his unexpected presence. He raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn’t say anything as he put his free arm around your shoulders. The two of you headed back to the main walkway, and he waited until your new friend was out of earshot before he spoke. 

“So, yeh just gonna let someone flirt with my girl like that?” 

“What?” That was not what you were expecting. “She wasn’t flirting with me, Harry.” 

“Oh, please, love. Saw the way she was lookin’ at you. Poor girl. I’m sure you led her on.” 

“Excuse me, I did no such thing,” you scoffed. “And she wasn’t even flirting with me, so I couldn’t have.” 

He breezed right past your denial, having already made up his mind. You weren’t going to be able to convince him otherwise, you knew that by now. “Told ya before love, you come off very flirtatious. Almost feel bad for her.” He was smirking down at you, the bastard. “Almost.” 

“Being a pest,” you grumbled, shoving against his shoulder with yours to throw him off balance. 

He stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly. “Oi! ‘S not very nice, is it?” 

You giggled in response, loving when he used that playful tone. He tried to keep a serious face on while looking back at you but failed almost immediately, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes that you forgot what you’d both been talking about. 

“Anyway,” you sang, reaching out for his free hand and threading your fingers through his. “What did you buy?” 

His face lights up at the memory of his purchase. “Got strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, plus some local clover honey.” 

“Such a sweet tooth, hm?” 

“S’pose I do,” he said with a slight smirk. “Ready to go home and eat, then?” 

“We’ve barely been here half an hour, H. Trying to get me home already?”

“Look too good today, love. Worried if we stick around I’ll have to beat the other vendors off with a stick.” 

“I thought we were done with this conversation,” you rolled your eyes at him playfully, but allowed him to steer you back toward the car park. You were getting kind of hungry anyway. 

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You’re sat on your kitchen island at home, Harry placing the bags on the counter next to you. 

“Have a nice time, love?” He asks, moving over to you and situating his body between your knees at the edge of the counter. 

You drape your arms around his neck, thumb coming up to his cheek to rub back and forth as he leans into your touch. “Always have a good time when I’m with you,” you breathe. 

“That’s m’girl,” he speaks in a husky tone, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, slow and lazy at first. That is, until he lifts his hands to your thighs, sliding them around to your back and suddenly tugging you closer to the edge of the island, body flush with his. You gasp into his mouth at the action, and you can feel rather than see his resounding smirk. 

“Harry,” you pull back, attempting to admonish him but no one would know from the way your voice shakes. 

“Sorry, love. Know what they say, kitchen’s the most romantic room in the house.” 

“I don’t know anyone who says that.” 

“Y’do now,” he grins lopsidedly at you, and it’s all you can do to remember that the two of you still need to eat. 

You grin back at him. “You’re a dork, you know that?” 

“But you love me,” he responds, and you can’t argue with that. “A’right, I’ll take everything out and we can have a picnic in the backyard, how’s that sound?” 

Your smile nearly knocks him off his feet. “I’ll go get the picnic blanket!” 

He removes himself from between your legs and you slide off the counter and head towards the linen closet in the hallway. When you return, Harry’s taken out the loaf of bread and the danish, and is holding the business card in between two fingers. 

“What’s this, then?” He asks, holding up the bakery’s business card, logo facing you. 

“It’s just their card, the cashier told me they come out to another farmer’s market during the week and she was gonna write it down for me.” 

“Oh, she wrote it down, love.” In a second, he elegantly flips the card over in his fingers to show you the back. “But that’s not all she wrote.” Underneath the name of the other market is her name and, unmistakably, a phone number. 

“No!” you gasp, not believing he was right and you’d fucking missed it. 

“And you bought a new flavor bread?”

“Well, I-  Allie said it was the best one…” you trail off, trying to remember the details of your earlier interaction. Maybe Harry was right, you guess you did seem a bit flirtatious.

“Oh, Allie said, did she? That’s all it takes?” He’s kind of joking, kind of not, when it finally sinks in for you that you’ve, yet again, completely failed to notice when another woman was trying to flirt with you. 

“Oh, god damn it!” you exclaim, completely in your own head and you didn’t even hear what Harry had said to you. “I do this every time!” 

What’s left of Harry’s joking demeanor drops. “Every time? How often does this happen?!” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice again.” 

Your friends were gonna have a field day with this one. Three out of the four of you identified as bi or pan, though when you’d all become friends back in high school only one of you had actually been out. Now, you all joked that you had one “token straight” in the friend group. 

“Y/N?!”

“I know, H, can you give me just a moment, I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m apparently a raging stereotype,” you reply, laughing at yourself a bit for being so predictable. 

“Oh, of course, don't mind me. I’ll just be here. Waiting. Very patiently.” It’s a wonder he doesn’t start tapping his foot, clearly the farthest thing from patient right now. 

You snap back to attention, realizing that if you don’t stop Harry he’s just going to keep spiraling. “You do know I’m dating you, right?”

“Do I?” 

“Oh, come on. You’re being such a baby about this!” 

“Oi! I am not!” He huffs, and you can just picture him as an indignant toddler, standing with his arms folded and a deep frown set on his face. 

You hold back a laugh at the image you’ve conjured, closing the distance between the two of you. “Baby, I love you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.“You know I do.” His jaw. “Why don’t we just throw that out, hm?” You kiss his lips this time, reaching for the card and plucking it from his fingers before tossing it away from you.  

“I guess,” he grumbles as you pull away, but you can tell he’s not quite over it. 

You rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. “You don’t believe me, gorgeous? Need me to prove it to you?” 

“Maybe,” he mumbles, and you know that you’ve brought him back from his little jealousy spiral at the mere suggestion, so you decide to make him wait for it. Just a little while.  

“More than happy to,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over the back of his hand. “Only thing is, you’re gonna have to have this picnic with me first,” you reach behind him for the blanket, “and you have to stop pouting.” You step around him, laughing as you run toward the glass door that leads to the yard.

“M’not pouting,” he lies to the empty kitchen as he grabs the rest of the food and some utensils before following you outside. 

His mood is definitely lifted, though, when he comes outside to find you seated on the blanket already, grinning widely at him and holding your arms out for him to crawl into. 

Maybe he had been just a tad bit dramatic. 

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About half the bread is gone now, a bowl of honeyed berries and a plate full of crumbs resting on the cloth-covered grass next to you. Harry’s shifted so he’s laying down with his head resting on your soft thighs, with you carding your fingers through his short curls, just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Wait a minute,” you break the comfortable silence, a thought suddenly popping into your mind. “Other people flirt with you all the time! Sometimes right in front of me!” 

“And?” he muses, reluctantly sitting up in order to face you. 

“And! I never get jealous like that!” 

“I know. Rather insulting, if you ask me. You can get possessive, love. I certainly won’t mind it.”

[justjuiceyboy]

new beginnings

in which Happy is the readers tattoo artist

word count: 1,637

warnings: swearing 

(a/n: I’m basically becoming a blog for Happy, will get back to writing Juice soon, just got this idea and knew I had to run with it. Hope you all enjoy and if you ever want to request my asks are open! Love you all, thanks for supporting!)

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7:45 p.m. The sun was setting, causing an array of colours over the buildings of Charming, lighting up the place like a movie. The air was fresh, warm as it was the middle of July. You strolled along the footpath and kicked a small rock as you walked, to calm your nerves. You had made the quick decision with your friend to get tattoos together on this day. But you were walking alone, friendless.

You were not ever going to get a tattoo alongside your ’friend’ who you had caught sleeping with your boyfriend of two years. Two years and he threw it down the drain. With your best friend nonetheless. You just packed your things as he tried to claim his innocence, even though you caught him in bed with her. You were lucky to find an apartment that day that someone was trying to get rid of. At least you had somewhere to stay, even if the entire situation wasn’t ideal.

You still decided to go through with the tattoo, wanting to use this as an opportunity for new beginnings. 

You were brought out of your daydream by the pinging of your phone, google maps telling you that you’ve reached your destination. You looked around, wide-eyed, not really knowing what to expect. But here you were, standing outside a small shop adorned with a sign stating “Mallen Tattoos”. This was the place you were looking for.

Pushing open the door, you were instantly met with the smell of cigarette smoke and disinfectant. At least they use disinfectant, you thought to yourself, trying not to show any emotion. 

You walked promptly up to the front counter and coughed to get the man's attention. He looked up at you from where he was sitting and gave you a warm smile, accompanied by “You alright Darling?” 

You were insanely put at ease by his kind demeanour and you smiled back at him, “Hi, I have an appointment for a tattoo at 8, booked it a few weeks ago?” He started flipping through a book that was on the desk and stopped, raising a brow, “says here that there’s gonna be two of you?” 

You sighed, having forgotten that obviously, your best friend was in on the booking too. You told that man that it was just you and handed over some ID, hoping he’d still allow you to be tattooed even though it was only one client. You handed over the money for the tattoo in hopes that that may persuade him further. But once again he smiled and got up from his seat, bringing you through a small hallway to a spacious room with four big leather chairs for tattooing. He gestured to one of them and you sat down.

He brought over a clipboard full of waivers for you to sign and then spoke once again. “Oh, I forgot to tell you Miss, but the artist you wanted, well, he’s sick today. Real bad infection! But anyways, we have a different guy here who gets tattooed all the time, very talented too, if you’ll take him instead?” You could tell he was nervous as to how you’d react. You’d spoken to the other artist on the phone and he’d done practice drawings of the tattoo and sent them to you so you were pretty nervous to let a new artist just take over but before you could weigh up the pros and cons you just nodded. New beginnings, right?

He let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in and apologised for all this which made you laugh. But you stopped laughing as soon as you saw your new tattoo artist.

A tall figure entered the room, walking over to the man who had led you here. They seemed friendly with each other as they talked. Your nervousness was now back in full force as you surveyed the man who was about to ink your body. He was bald and you could see the tattoos going up his arms. He had an extensive collection which you assumed went much further than just his arms but your view was covered by the plain white T-Shirt he was wearing. He was quite scary, never creating a smile the entire time the other man was talking to him. Your tattoo artist was handed a few pages and he nodded after looking through them, finally making his way over to you who was sweating in the leather chair.

“This is Happy! He’ll take great care of you don’t worry! If you need anything you know where I am” the overly jolly man as he waved goodbye to you both and returned down the hall. Happy. The man in front of you was anything but Happy, with his scary look and overly built body. You knew he was a part of the Sons Of Anarchy biker gang.

You finally made eye contact with Happy and your nervousness increased once again. He was a good-looking man and you knew this tattoo could take some time. Being trapped in close contact with a man like this would terrify anyone. Also, he has some menacing eyes that you felt nearly bore holes into you when he looked.

“Do you know where you want it?” He questioned suddenly, you hearing his voice for the first time. Your mind instantly went to the wrong idea of what you want where and you choked out an exclamation of “what?!”

“The tattoo, where do you want it?” He stated not changing his expression. You mentally hit yourself in the face for going to the dirty side of things and once again was only barely able to speak when you said “ribs.”

He nodded and set up with the pre-made stencil as you lifted your shirt over one shoulder, half your body on display now. He focused on the task at hand and lay the stencil whilst you tried to look anywhere else but at him, knowing that he’d make your knees go weak and you’d say something stupid again. 

Once you agreed to the positioning, he began the process of the needlework. This was the first time you’d been tattooed and you didn’t know what to expect in regards to pain. The second he hit the skin, you jumped. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow and you smile sheepishly so he continued on again. There was no small talk which you were thankful for. You were trying not to make a big deal of it but you could feel every touch, especially when he brushed off your boob whilst doing the linework.

He began filling the shape and shading and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ and a breath. The man finally broke the silence as he stopped tattooing for a quick minute and rustled around in the pocket of his leather kutte. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it one out to you. Talk about a hygienic practice, but you couldn’t judge right now, anything to take your mind off the pain.

“It helps, especially first time,” he concluded, lighting the cigarette and bringing it up to your lips. You took a drag and felt more relaxed now so he continued on again, placing the cigarette in between his own lips. But this time he kept talking, probably to distract you.

“Why the tattoo?” He asked, without looking at you of course, as he was busy staring at the skin beside your breast. You decided to give in to the small talk, mainly because you wanted to see what you could find out about the man who held a needle to your ribs and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“I booked it with a friend but I found out she was sleeping with my boyfriend so I’m not really sure why I still came if I’m being honest,” you told him, not being wary that you were spilling the truth to a stranger.

“Sounds like a dick” he stated point-blank, making you laugh quietly. “Yeah, she was.”

“Meant the boyfriend. He was obviously stupid,” he mumbles, one eye flicking up to you as he pulled away again. He took the cigarette from his mouth and reached up to you again to let you have a puff. You weren’t sure if it was the air or the cigarette smoke clouding your judgment but the entire scene felt slightly erotic to you now. Hot man, feathery touched on your body and sharing a cigarette between both of your mouths. 

Happy seemed to have unwavering confidence as he watched you take a long drag as he spoke again, “You need a real man.” Now it was your turn to mumble, “beats me when I’ll find one of those.” It only took him another five or so minutes to finish on the tattoo and he then wrapped the area for you in silence.

He wrote a few things on a piece of printed paper and handed it to you, telling you it was just the care instructions and told you how to wash the area. You thanked him and he nodded again, signaling that you can go. You left the room and walked out the door of the shop, waving to the friendly man at the front desk.

The air was now brisk as you turned on your heel, ready to walk home. You were about to stuff the paper into your pocket as you noticed what he wrote at the bottom.

‘If you’re still looking for that real man, call me’

It was accompanied by his phone number and a small smiley face, which in turn made you smile. Looks like you’ll be seeing him again soon and not just for another tattoo. As you said, new beginnings, right?

[watermelonlipstick]

Dreams, Chapter 12

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 12

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2369

Summary: Finally starting to talk about the dreams encourages Sam to start trusting himself. 

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           In an ideal world, you would’ve been patient enough to let Sam bring it up next. But adding the layer of possibility of seeing Dean, really Dean, again, opening some channel to talk to him in your dreams, was sending you into a spiral that ironically was preventing you from sleeping.

           You lasted a few weeks before waking up on a morning of early spring melt and waiting for Sam at the breakfast bar with your now-prized notebook. He came out of the bedroom as you were cutting a grapefruit for him and you passed over a cup of coffee.

           “You seem, uh, chipper.” He was still blinking slowly like he always did for the first few minutes after waking up, fingers wrapping nearly all the way around the ceramic and bypassing the handle.

           Waiting until he sat down on one of the stools and smiling at how short it looked compared to his legs, you put a bowl of yogurt and granola in front of him next to the fruit. Cheap bribery, but you were willing to try anything you had. “I’m hoping maybe we can, um, try to figure this out. I thought if we could make kind of a timeline then maybe we could—” you stammered, having run through this script in your head and still feeling your heart ram against your ribs as you watched for Sam’s reaction. He set the mug down and rubbed his face before resting his head in his hands.

           “Okay.”

           “Okay?”

           “I mean, yeah. I’ve been—I don’t know, I’ve just—”

           “Sam, you don’t have to explain anything.”

           His mouth tightened into a firm line and you could see his jaw flex before he picked up a spoon and started stirring the granola into his yogurt. “Where do you want to start?”

           You’d had a small variety of dreams where Dean narrowly avoided death, but you and Sam decided the best place to start would be the dreams that were explicitly good. That left:

           Sam hadn’t immediately offered what his dreams with Dean were about, and when you sensed that moment of hesitation you didn’t push. That privacy was the least you could give him, already feeling guilty at prying into his thoughts as much as you were.

           “Well, what about those days? Did anything different happen on the days you had those dreams?” you asked, trying to change tack.

           He raised his eyebrows and considered it for a minute. “The first time was obviously the, uh, the cupcakes.”

           Remembering it made you smile a little to yourself and you wrote it down in the notebook. “And the next?”

           “Uh, that Thursday.”

           “Right, but what happened that day?”

           Sam bit the inside of his lip. “Nothing, really.”

           “Okay, well work sucked, that’s for sure. Maybe that was it, that you were more tired? Remember I fell asleep on the couch while you were in the shower?”

           “If you weren’t covered in grenadine I would’ve left you there.”

           “Can you imagine how sticky and gross I would’ve been in the morning? So work was shitty, I fell asleep on the couch, what else—”

           “You folded my laundry for me.”

           “What?”

           He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. “You, uh, you folded my laundry for me.”

           “I always fold laundry.”

           “No—not the laundry, my laundry.  I forgot a bunch of my stuff in the dryer and you folded it while I was in the shower.”

           “I really doubt me folding th—”

           “We talked about it in the dream, it was the laundry.” Before you could pry, he took a big gulp of coffee. “So where does that put us?”

           “Wait, I’m still on the laundry.”

           “It was…I don’t know, it was just really nice. It felt like a really nice, normal thing. And it’s not—I mean, who cares, it was just laundry, about the lowest stakes favor there’s ever been in our lives, but it kind of hit me how far we’d come and it made me realize I’d fold your laundry too, you know? The big stuff we’ve already proven, right? But it’s little stuff like folding the laundry, that day-in, day-out, I’m-thinking-about-you—”

           “Gummy worms,” you murmured.

           “What?”

           “I feel like that when you buy me gummy worms. Maybe you’re just doing that because Dean did or whatever, but there’s something about those extra things that add up. I get it.”

           “I—yeah.” Sam gulped.

           You started writing.

           Spinning the notebook back toward him, you let Sam read and didn’t say anything for a long minute past when he was sure to have finished, even getting up to refill your coffee cups while he thought. You came back to the counter and wrapped your fingers around the warm mug, unwilling to be the first one to speak.

           Sam’s jaw tightened around nothing and he nodded slightly without looking up, vision trained on a blank spot of counter next to his bowl. When he finally tilted and met your eyes, his were so big and shiny, so Precious Moments that you almost would’ve laughed, almost would’ve smacked his shoulder and told him to stop manipulating you with those Victim’s Family Puppy Dog Eyes. But they were genuine and unmoving, electric with emotion in the morning light. You traced the angle of his jaw and slipped a fallen piece of hair behind his ear before steadying your palm on the back of his neck, hair warming your fingertips as you met his eyes, leaning an inch or two closer to Sam’s face and then he glanced down at your lips. He didn’t move at all as you slowly, carefully closed the distance between you until at the last second Sam wrapped his fingers around your wrist where it grazed his throat and turned into it, pressing his lips to the now-thrumming pulse there for an extended beat.

           He opened and closed his mouth to try to explain, but you kissed his forehead in apology before he could say anything.

           “I, um—thank you for going over these with me,” you whispered into his hairline, feeling his nod against you.  You broke away from him, taking his empty bowl to the sink for an excuse to do something with your hands. “I need new scrapers to take off the popcorn ceiling, is there anything else I should get at the hardware store?” You knew it would be hard to hear you over the running water to wash the dish, but you couldn’t risk your voice cracking if you spoke louder.

           Mercifully, he didn’t push. “Nothing I can think of, no.”

           You left a few minutes later while Sam was in the shower, careening way too fast around the curves in the rural highways just to feel the weight of the Impala strain to stay on track. There were so many things coming together, so many sweet and comfortable aspects to your life, but it was so frustrating to have the two you wanted most to be just barely out of reach; the ability to be truly happy with Sam or to see Dean in your dreams both obfuscated by the self-flagellating remnants of Sam’s unimaginable torture.

           And yet, impossible for you to be angry with Sam at all; it was yet another in a long stream of ways his life had been torn to shreds by external forces, yet another reminder of how unimaginably resilient he was to be standing at all. Screaming at the complete unfairness of it like a moody teenager in the privacy afforded by the car and the trees, you only had to wipe a few tears away in the parking lot before going into the hardware store.

           Diane was working and had some helpful tips for dealing with the ceilings, as well as a picture of her new grandchild to show you before you headed back to the cabin. You had to bump the front door open with your hip because of the heavy paper bag of supplies, and when Sam heard you he walked over from the couch with a few long strides, taking it out of your hands. His hair was still wet, dripping an uneven collar around his shirt.

           “Is this—uh, did you—do you only want this so we can see Dean again?”

           You weren’t expecting to get into it again, at least not right away, and had to take a deep breath to soothe your surprise at Sam’s nervous energy. He set the bag down a little roughly on the kitchen counter as you followed him inside.

            “Sam, of course not, Jesus. I mean, but I—but yeah, I want to see him again, don’t you?”

            “Of course I do.” He winced, pained even at the suggestion otherwise.

           “I’m sorry I misread the moment earlier. I’m—I, I love you Sam; those days were the only real happy ones I’ve had since Dean died, and if being together means we get to—” and you were cut off by Sam’s hands cupping your face as he kissed you, firm and urgent with tight closed lips like he was trying to seal himself to your skin.

           It was over as soon as it started, Sam holding your head as he pulled his own away and searching your eyes. “If it isn’t rea—” he stopped short, screwed his face together before continuing, consciously unclenched his jaw and smoothed the furrows of his eyebrows. “If we’re doing this, it has to be about us. I can’t—I just can’t build everything on some dreams.”

           You nodded, stunned.

           Sam kept looking between your eyes furiously like he was trying to communicate something you weren’t getting. You tried desperately to race through what it could be and came up short, your brain melting and swirling together inside your skull. It was impossible for you to tell whether he’d found what he wanted or not, but after a few brief seconds of shifting his center of gravity like he was getting ready to either be socked or start a sprint, his face tightened in frustration and he touched his forehead to yours. “Fuck, I’m—I’m not ready,” he growled, more to himself than anything as he shut his eyes hard. You waited for an explanation, your breath gone shallow and your cheeks fiery-hot under Sam’s hands.

           He brushed along your cheekbone with a callused thumb and lifted your chin with featherweight pressure, your lips not a half inch apart from each other. You inhaled the citrus off his breath and held perfectly still until Sam finally kissed you again. It was softer than moments before but just as serious, the emotional weight of his lips so much more than the tender movement of them against yours. As kisses went, it was one of the most innocent you’d had—even more than your first kiss ever, middle school boy you’d thought was cute at the roller rink whose braces had caught on your lips—but if this was what Sam could handle it was enough for you, would have to be enough for you. You kissed back only as his mirror and broke away when he did feeling dizzy with complicated restraint.

           “I’m almost there, I’m so sorry, I’m almost there,” he murmured, straight into the inches between you so you could let them soak in. “Please, I’m so sorry, I just—if it’s not real I can’t—”

           You wrapped your hands around his where they held your head. “I know. I know, Sam, I know.”

           Later you wouldn’t remember how you’d moved on to the rest of the day, rhythmically scraping popcorn texture off of drywall while listening to Bikini Kill. But it was a hug and a few tears in a chain of thousands between you, and that was part of it. Like Sam had said, those moments that meant so little on their own and added up over time. You both worked on different chunks of the ceiling and got through a good amount of it. The difference was remarkable, making the cabin look so much cleaner and more modern. After your shoulders got too sore to keep going, Sam threw together a bastardized puttanesca and you both tried really hard to lighten the mood over dinner, ending the evening feeling pretty close to normal.

           When you climbed into bed, Sam leaned over so that his hair fell in a curtain around your face. The closeness took your breath away, and you cursed your body for betraying you like this, unable to focus for the scent of familiar warmth coming off of him and hypnotic color shift of his eyes. For a fleeting second of panic you wondered if he would ever feel protective and safe again or if these shocks of heat—spurred on by what, two chaste kisses?—were all you’d ever feel around Sam again, if you’d be able to sleep knowing how close to tipping over that boundary you were.

           You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was going to apologize and stopped him by resting a finger on his mouth as he opened it to speak. He smiled against your hand, gentle and a little sad, before touching his lips to yours for the third time that day. It felt like some kind of healing burn; a cauterizing iron splitting you in half and reassuring you that scattered into pieces was the way you were supposed to be; giving you permission to crumble into dust, let yourself be swept away trusting that there was a plan for the place that every grain of yourself would land. There was no way to know precisely Sam’s intention, but if it was to send your mind unspooling like a cheap yo-yo about what that fourth, fifth, sixth kiss might feel like, he had succeeded.

           “Thank you,” he whispered, holding your gaze for a moment before turning off the light and fitting himself like a puzzle piece along the curve of your back.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 13

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[is-it-madness]

Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie. 

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty. 

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words. 

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.  

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there. 

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things. 

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further. 

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him. 

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more. 

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered. 

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.” 

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

~~~

“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!” 

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

~~~

Holy shit. Holy shit! 

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth. 

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[prongsies]

Adore You • Remus Lupin

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x Reader SUMMARY: An unlabeled relationship complicates things between you and Remus WARNINGS: possible mild language A/N: This has been in my drafts for so long I’m so happy it’s finally finished!!! Fine Line Master list

Remus Lupin never believed in the idea of opposites attracting, mainly in the context outside science. He’s heard this far too many times from his mother, who had him watch muggle telenovelas on their small television at home. He didn’t understand the idea - a ‘bad boy’ falling in love with a ‘good girl’? why would she even be okay being with someone like that? 

But his mind changed upon meeting a particular girl named (y/n). She was the complete opposite of him! She was the ray of sunshine in his particularly cloudy day. He had even joked multiple times about how impossible it is to believe that she was able to rope him into her rainbow paradise.

And she laughs it off, cuddling closer to him in the common room sofa near the fire, listening to him read a brand new book towards her. While he does so, he takes his time to admire her - how her smooth honey tanned skin contrasted his paled scarred ones, how his calloused fingers intertwined with the soft pads of her own.

They were the complete opposite, which had also brought problems along the way.

See, (y/n) had always voiced out that she wanted a relationship - a serious one that would last her lifetime. She made that point when they’ve confessed their feeling for one another. But Remus? Remus was unsure of the idea. 

As much as Remus liked her - loves her, even - he was afraid his furry little problem will cause major complications along the way. He was afraid he would eventually end up hurting her. Little did he know that by avoiding the topic of making things official has been hurting her far too much already. 

"A knut for your thoughts?” Sirius’ voice pushed his thoughts out his mind as he prodded his shoulder with his finger.

“My thoughts are worth more than a knut, Padfoot” Remus retorted, slapping Sirius’ hands away in irritation.

The full moon hadn’t been too kind to him the night before, leaving his muscles aching and his body covered with fresh wounds soon to scar. He wouldn’t have left his bed at all today if only their exams weren’t nearing. His three friends insisted they’d provide him their notes instead, just to get him to rest even for a day, but knowing them, he wouldn’t be able to understand anything they wrote.

So of course he forced himself out of bed, forced himself to eat his breakfast and lunch just so he could get through the day. That’s all he needed, really - to get through the day. After that, he’ll be able to go back to the Gryffindor Tower, take a well-deserved hot bath in the prefect’s bathroom, then cuddle up next to (y/n) on the common room sofa.

He could fight back the smile making its way onto his face at the thought of her body pressed up against him, a blanket over their shoulders as they continue their journey in Narnia, a book (collection) gifted to him by (y/n). 

He frowned once more as Sirius’ interrupted him again, this time with his palm outstretched towards the prefect, a single silver coin placed in the middle, “I believe a sickle if enough for your thoughts now?”

“Barely, but I’ll take it” Remus grinned, snatching the coin from Sirius’ hand who grinned proudly, “I’m thinking about (y/n)”

“That’s not fair” The older boy exclaimed, catching the attention of both James and Peter who were busy rushing an assignment to be passed in their next class. “You always think about her”

“That’s because I like her”

“But you’re too chicken to actually seal the deal” Sirius pointed out, a smirk still on his lips, “Best do it as soon as you can, Moony. You’ve got quite a woman on your hands, let her go and there’s someone else already waiting to swoop in”

“What do you mean by that?” Remus asked.

“I’m just saying there are talks about her getting really impatient about your whole... ‘relationship’“ Sirius wagged his fingers to mimic quotation marks, “and with those talks come other talks about boys in our year already planning to woo her - myself included”

“Shameless, Pads” James warned from his seat, surprisingly listening to the conversation despite doing something else.

“I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind being with her” Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, knowing the effect his words had on Remus, and hoping maybe he’d put the poor girl out of her misery. She did express to him her fears of Remus walking out on her, and how easy it would be since they weren’t even a thing... so maybe this approach would get the idea into Remus’ oblivious head.

“I mean, with my reputation, I think I’d actually consider settling down if I were with someone like her” Sirius continued, eyes darting to James who immediately understood where he was going with.

“Exactly!” The bespectacled boy butted in, abandoning his parchment to lean closer to Remus, “This is not in bad faith, Moons, you know that. We just... want you to consider it s’all”

Remus swallowed thickly, feeling too hot under the stares of his best friends. “i’ll think about it” he stated before gathering his belongings in a rush, leaving the three in the courtyard as he made his way back into the castle.

“I reckon I should’ve tried a better approach?” Sirius spoke after a stretch of silence, looking over at James whose look says it all.

“You think?”

*★,°:.☆*.°

Remus let out a contented sigh as (y/n)’s fingers ran through his hair. They found themselves in the privacy of Remus’ dormitory this time, his head resting on her chest as he read his book aloud for her. He was pleasantly surprised the boys had snuck into Hogsmeade again, leaving the room all to themselves.

“Rem?” Her soft voice nearly brought Remus’ heart to explode out of adoration. 

Shutting the book and tossing it on the bedside table, he turned to look up at her, resting his chin onto her stomach as their eyes met. “Yes, (y/n)?”

She seemed to be lost in another world as she smiled down at him, before something flickered in her eyes making her smile falter a bit despite of how hard she tried to hide it, “It’s nothing, Rem. Let’s get back to the book, yeah?”

“It’s not nothing, (y/n)” Remus stopped her as she reached over to grab the book, his hands holding her hips down on the bed, “It’s clearly bothering you. Let’s talk about it”

“I’d rather not”

“(y/n)! Just the person I want to see!”

Remus groaned as rolled away from (y/n) settling on the space beside her, on his back now. She hopped up from the bed, wrapping her arms around Sirius in greeting, who presented her with a paper bag full of Honeydukes sweets. “Advanced Happy Birthday, love!”

“It’s not until tomorrow, Siri!” She giggled, bringing Remus’ eyes to widen. Shit, he forgot her birthday!

His eyes caught James who seemed to understand his thoughts, his mouth going agape trying to fish for an idea on the spot. “Uhm, Pads, I think I forgot my quill in the courtyard a little while ago”

“Nonsense, you have it right there” Sirius motioned towards the quill poking out of James’ bag.

“Just go out, will you” The raven-haired boy grumbled under his breath, pushing Sirius and Peter out the room, before tossing a look towards Remus as he shut the door behind him.

(y/n) was grinning happily as she settled back onto Remus’ bed, peering into the bag full of goodies with her face lit up like it’s Christmas morning. Remus’ heart clenched in his chest at the realization that it wasn’t him who made her that happy today, but the same boy who said he’d be willing to change for someone like her. 

Things were clear to Remus now - he doesn’t deserve her.

“You and Sirius would make a cute couple, you know?” He stated before he could even think about it. 

Her eyes left the bag to look at him, her smile dropping into a look of confusion, “What?”

He scrambled to sit beside her, grasping her hand in his, not missing the way it shook slightly probably from nervousness, “I think- I think Sirius would do a much better job at treating you better”

“Are you seriously pushing me towards one of your friends, Remus” She asked incredulously, snatching her hand away from his, “Because if you are, you better think of what you’ll say next”

Remus’ hand ran through his hair in frustration, his thoughts contradicting each other in his head, “I just- I don’t think it’s best if we don’t take this further?”

“Don’t take this further?” She was furious now, Remus could tell, “So what’s all this shameless flirting for? For fun? Because I’ve expressed how much I liked you and you thought you wanted to take advantage of that?”

“It’s not that-”

“Merlin fucking beard, this is exactly what I told Sirius would happen!” She was on her feet now, walking over to the bed opposite his, “I told him you’d walk away from me so easily - I told him! He told me you wouldn’t but here you are!”

“You thought I’d walk away from you?” 

Her anger-flared eyes turned to him, though it looks as if she was angrier at herself. “You told me you didn’t want a relationship, I respected that! I was willing to wait! Willing to deal with the uncertainty of what exactly this is because I love you!”

“You love me?”

“Please let me let this out before- before we stop this” Her knees collapsed under her, bringing her to sit on the bed, panting as she kept her face in her hands. She let out a sigh, turning to Remus with teary eyes. 

“I just wanted to love you, Remus. I never asked anything from you, never asked you to say you love me too, never asked you to say you’re mine. Merlin, I didn’t even ask you for a birthday present even though by the look on your face a little while ago, it’s clear you’ve forgotten”

Remus frowned guiltily, head dropping in shame as his eyes connected with his hands, both placed rigidly over his lap. He was surprised when they were taken in hers, squeezing them tightly as she knelt in front of him, staring up at him forcing their eyes to connect. 

“I just want to adore you for all my life, Remus Lupin” She concluded, “and- and if it’s your wish to end this? I respect it wholly. Just know that I’m here, whether you need me as a friend or you’re ready to commit, I’ll wait for you”

Without another word, she leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, letting his hands go as she made her way out the room.

It took him a couple of minutes to register everything she said, and before he knew it, his legs were taking him out the dormitory, the wooden floorboards rough against the pads of his bare feet as he chased after her down the stairs. 

He was lucky no one was in the common room when he finally caught up to her, pulling her by the arm into him as he finally connected their lips. Her arms immediately found their way around his neck, melting into the kiss as they communicated both their frustrations and desires.

“I was so wrong” Remus mumbled, as their lips continued to move in sync, feeling intoxicated just by her lips alone. 

He had to force himself to pull away, just so they could have this conversation properly. His heartbeat quickened at the sight of her dazed state, her eyes looking intently into his as if she couldn’t believe someone like him is actually real.

“I was so wrong to think that keeping myself away from you was the best way to avoid hurting you” He breathed out, aware of the butterflies in his stomach because of just how good it felt having his lips brush against hers as he spoke, “when I had been hurting you all along”

“Rem-”

“Shh, let me finish, love” Remus chuckled, smiling upon seeing her own smile making its way onto her lips after hearing him use a term of endearment towards her for the first time. 

“I am so crazy about you! I’m convinced a day does not have enough hours for me to think about you, because you’re always the one in my mind. I know I’ve been awful making you feel like this, and I understand if you’ve changed your mind about us after everything that happened minutes ago but” He could help but let a peck on her lips escape, not getting enough of her lips feel, “But I want to be with you. I can’t imagine myself being with anyone but you!”

“I’ve been so patient”

“I know, my love, I know” Remus held her against him tighter, “And I’ve been an absolute tosser taking advantage of that, and I promise you I’ll make up for it - every second you’ve spent waiting and more”

“Suddenly, I’m not so sure anymore”

“Then I’ll be the one waiting for you” Remus smiled reassuringly, “I’ll be the one waiting for you this time. You can even break my heart a hundred times over and over again, and I’ll still wait for you”

“Are you sure you want this? That you’re not forcing yourself just for my sake”

“I am an thousand percent sure I want this” Remus dug his fingers on her waist in a tickle, making her giggle and squirm slightly, “And I promise you I’ll make up for everything. So please, would you make me the happiest man in the world by allowing me to be your boyfriend”

She smiled, her arms tightening around his neck as she brought their lips back together, relishing the way they felt and tasted, mumbling a ‘yes’ in between the kiss. A grin spread across Remus’ face as his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off her feet and twirling her, making her squeal in joy.

They were so lost in each other they had completely missed the three boys standing near the portrait hole, watching in delight as the new couple started making their way up the stairs.

“Would you look at that” Sirius stated proudly, nudging James who was grinning as well.

The bespectacled boy nodded, before mumbling “Finally”

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[inosuke-writings]

ahhh for the inosuke oneshot what about we have him and his s/o pull pranks? on random people? then like they come across this couple and theyre acting all lovey dovey kissing and what not and inosuke is just like yo...i want to do that with s/o.

ITS HERE AND HERE TO STAY!

while i didn’t follow your prompt fully (it took me so long i kind of forgot what it was halfway through lmao) i followed the gist of it? HOPEFULLY??

its’s like.. nearly 2k words im shaking i don’t think i ever wrote this much in my entire school career.

i hope? it doesn’t feel rushed? goodluck reading this!

(i do want to mention that since this was a oneshot i went out of my way and actually typed it properly with all the capitalisations needed)

also if you read my sneak peek you would realise that i changed the time of this- it was supposed to be night time but that didn’t go well with my plan

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Inosuke x Mischievous!Fem S/O - Let’s Kiss [ONESHOT- 1.7k words]

[MODERN AU]

It was April’s fools, everyone who knew you were on their toes, aside from Inosuke- he was your partner in crime after all.

The thing is, that you’re rather mischievous, you loved pranking people, while you mostly did it for fun- you would always make sure the victim would get a laugh out of it too, if not, what would be the point of the prank then (unless the victim was Zenitsu). It was never your intention to hurt them, and while there were definitely times you went too far you’ve grown to learn to be more mindful. It wasn’t long until Inosuke noticed you either- always laughing and giggling while your peers were playfully scolded you. His eyes lit up like never before. All he knew was that you were friends with Tanjiro as he had seen you before with him.

Inosuke would always be having a blast with you- especially because you were a prankster and god he loved that.

You screamed chaotic energy, just like him.

Your name? Out of the question, he called you ‘clown’ before he found out what your name was. The two of you got to hang out more and be more close over the years along with Tanjiro, Zenitsu and more! Inosuke and you got along extremely well because of your mischievousness- almost too well, often, you two were called the devil duo despite you looking so innocent.

With Inosuke, you planned beforehand what kind of pranks you’d do for each, but didn’t actually prepare anything so instead you planned to meet early in the morning to buy some supplies.

“Where the hell is he?!” you grumbled under your breath as you looked over to your wrist eyeing your watch as you stomped your feet on the concrete floor.

Inosuke was late, and fashionably so. It had been over twenty minutes since you time you two planned to meet up, and he still wasn’t here.

“Sheesh.. Can he read time or not?” you sighed, crossing your arms in anger. However, you were quick to notice some loud footsteps and laughing in the background. 

‘It’s him’

“HyAHAHAHA! LORD INOSUKE IS HERE!” he roared as he ran closer to you.

Honestly, you couldn’t help but smile on the sight of seeing him with that stupid boar mask he loves so much, but you weren’t so nice to let him off so you gave a nice yet friendly smack on his back as you complained “You’re late! 20 minutes late!”, but he rebutted head-on, wasting no time “NO! You’re just mad early woman! Who the fuck wakes up at this time anyway?!”.

“Whatever you say..anyway, ready to go shopping, Lord-Insouke?” you smirked- if only you knew that it made him skip a heartbeat.

You and Inosuke slowly made your way to the city centre, getting lost a few times but getting back on track most of the time, you two bought most of the stuff you needed.

Ready to go back, you looked back at your checklist your eyes widen and your mouth drops as you realise that some of the stuff Inosuke was supposed to buy was missing. 

“Inosuke! We have to go back to the centre since you forgot three items! How’d you forget?”  

“Huh…? Gimme that!” he said as he snatched the paper off of your hands “Oh shit. I’m-”.

“C’mon, let’s go back- don’t worry.” you said as you grabbed his hands and dragged him with you.

 [TIMESKIP]

So, you got lost.

“It’s your fault Inosuke! This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t just run away all the time!” you lamented, “HUUH??! NO IT’S YOUR FAULT SINCE YOU KEPT GOING INTO EVERY SHOP IN EXISTENCE!” refuted Inosuke.

As the two of you walked into a rather shady looking alleyway while you bickered, you couldn’t help but become red at the sight your eyes had landed upon. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you were sure Inosuke was also pretty surprised as he suddenly stopped behind and his breathing quickened a little.

There was a couple, probably both around their early 20s, that, with their hands tangled with each other’s, kissing passionately, even though shortly, under the daylight.

The two of you just stared as they broke off and giggled innocently and went for round two. 

Quickly, you took Inosuke’s hand and ran off from the direction you came from- there was no way you would go through that path with those lovebirds standing in your way!

“OI! WHAT- WHERE ARE WE GOING- M/N!” he yelled but you ignored him. The two of you passed through a crowd of people, trying to get past through to another, hopefully, empty alleyway. Luckily, you noticed there was one of your left and you and Inosuke (since you practically dragged him with you) swerved right into its entrance.

Inosuke huffed as he breathlessly said “wha- what the fuck man? Why’d you run like that!?”. The instance he said that you felt your cheeks warming up- “w-well.. Uh.. the couple was k-kissing and- we shouldn’t pry.. You know..?” you managed to reply between your puffs.

Surprised by your shyness, he just stared at you as you were normally upbeat and witty, especially when you were alone with him. He was silently observing you- you couldn’t tell that though as he had the boar head-on so you just tilted your head and leaned a millimeter closer to him, questioning his silence.

But soon after that, two hands grabbed you by your shoulders, making the bags of goods fall to the ground, and pushed you to the wall- it wasn’t so forceful that it was painful, but damn did it scare the shit out of you.

“I-InosuKE? What are you-!?” you yelled a whisper, but he cut you off with another loud whisper; “I WANNA DO IT TOO! WITH YOU M/N!”.

“HUH?! W-Wait WAIT WAIT WAIT INOSUKE!!” you rebutted, your face became as red and as hot as a pepper, “DO WHAT EXACTLY ??”.

“Well, the kissy shiz DUH??” he replied obnoxiously, seemingly unaware of his words, but that was enough to make you shut up- you dropped your eye contact with him to stare at the dark concrete floor with wondering eyes and red cheeks due to embarrassment.

Honestly, you didn’t hate the idea of it but the two of you weren’t dating despite being so close. Everyone could tell that you had feelings for this stupid pig-head, he was your stupid pig-head, but Inosuke? How does he feel about you? There were times that Tanjiro and Zenitsu mentioned that he would feel giddier, more bashful whenever he was with you, but you thought they only said these things to make to feel better as you’d often think that he would never understand the concept of love- he’d probably think it’s some sort of weakness. 

But for him to so boldly say that we wanted to kiss you- it really messed with your head.

You were dazed for so long that you didn’t even realise that Inosuke took his hands off of you but the rustling of something caught the attention of your ears. Slowly you moved your eyes and head toward the sound.

Inosuke took his boar mask off- this time, the sun-kissed sky was upon the two of you. His face shimmered in the lighting- it brought his feminine yet sharp features even more than they already were. You were also finally able to see his face, and surely enough, he too, was red which would explain why he was so unnaturally quiet.

His emerald eyes slowly made their way towards you, they were looking shy and unconfident unlike his prior excitement.

“..Inosuke…” you mumbled in awe- he was actually serious.

He looked like a lost puppy, unsure of whether to continue or run away from his words.

“Do- Do you… lo-like me..?” you asked almost breathlessly, “HUH? What kinda question is that?! Of course I do?? What the fuck would i want to-” he cried out but stopped as soon as he realised that he just confessed to you in the most embarrassing way possible- he didn’t even mean to!

“I- Uh! WELL M/N! thERE’S NO WAY THAT YOU CAN RESIST THE GREAT INOSUKE CAN YOU? HAHAHa ha..” he said trying to change the conversation, but his awkward laugh didn’t help but to enunciate his own embarrassment.

God, what a mess he was.

“Y/N”

Him getting your name right made you look up towards him with wide eyes- my, what a mistake that was; his face was too close to yours, you had no room to move back.

“Y-Yes?” you yelped out as he stepped even closer, held your hand quietly and laid his face on the crook of your neck, unable to show his flushed face to you.

“Can we kiss?” he breathed shyly on your neck, yet the statement was daring as always.

A few seconds pass, they seem like hours for both of you.

He gently removes his head off of you, his hands still intertwined with yours, and locks your eyes on you.

You nervously nod your head as a response to his question.

He steps closer to you, releasing one of his hands from your fingers to cup your warm cheeks as you quietly close your eyes. As he leans in closer, you can feel his breathing become more and more irregular until he places his lips against yours.

The kiss was soft, almost childlike and innocent since neither of you did anything like this before.

It seemed like it lasted for eternity until he broke it off.

Neither of you spoke a word, but both of you looked at each other with shy eyes.

Your wondering eyes caught the plastic bag and his boar mask. Still blushing, you reached out for both and picked them up.

“Let’s… go back I-Ino-Insouke..” you stuttered, fumbling your words.

He didn’t say anything back, but he took the bag of your hands and walked back with his other, free hand in this pocket. You held the mask close to your chest as the two of you walked together, side by side, and it didn’t seem like either of you were ready to get rid of those rosy cheeks.

Needless to say, everyone was surprised and scared shitless that the devil duo didn’t do anything this year.

[haiky-u-lously]

Just a little lie won’t kill ya. (2/6)

Warnings: Language...I think that’s it?

a/n: I do have a specific image in mind for what Alexander and Brock look like in this and if people want to know I can put that together. But seeing as the first chapter only got 6 notes (period) and three of them were from this blog itself, is kind of depressing. Oh, well. Carry on I guess. This is a bit longer than the first, but I’d claim they will all range on the high end-as do most of my things. Okay well, feedback/comments/concerns/ideas are all welcome.

Enjoy! --Admin Red

Chapter 1: Meeting

Chapter 2: The Names

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You woke to a very bad headache. Thinking, guess I didn’t drink enough water when I got home last night.

Thoughts drifting back to the night before, you found yourself smiling in contentment. Hanging out with everyone had been a valuable experience to have. And, having it occur so early into the year could only help as you maneuvered through your classes.

Making your way to your bathroom to prep for the day was easier said than done. In all your drunken wisdom you had flung off your clothes and shoes and the items laid in the way of the unlit path.

But, you survived and despite the initial shock that came from the bathroom light, managed to complete your morning routine without issue.

Luckily, you had just finished getting dressed when your roommate made her appearance.

“(F/N)!!” She screamed again, at just a slightly lower volume than the day prior.

You made a face but were happily surprised that the girl did not just phase through the doorway. “It’s all good, Kit.”

“Oh thank god.” She released, once again ignoring the boundaries of using the door. But, HEY! Progress. “Is that how it is for you all the time?” She asked, making her own visage a particular way turning to eyeball the door.

Laughing, you placed a hand on her small shoulder, “Well, yes. But normal people still use a door.”

She shuddered at the thought and the two of you found yourself laughing uncontrollably.

“Oh!” She jumped. “I almost forgot. Everyone from yesterday wants to get breakfast together, you good with that?”

You nodded in affirmation, “Sure, why not. I can always go for some food.”

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At breakfast you made note of a few things.

First, Tony had sat himself right next to you. Essentially taking your end-of-the-table seat. Okay, fine. You didn’t so much ‘notice’ this as much as had it happen to you. But, semantics.

Then you noticed that Steve Rogers and Brooklyn sat across from Tony and you respectively.

Sitting next to Brooklyn was Alexander, and Brock sat next to him. Both lost in a whispered conversation between themselves.

Rogue sat at the end most opposite Tony and looked like she was very uncomfortable in the position. You stood to go over and offer to switch with her.

“Hey, Rogue.” When Bobby did just that. Leaning over her frame, the Ice King whispered in her ear. She nodded a bit solemnly before making to shift positions.

After Bobby took her place, Rogue moved to sit across from him. Taking a place next to the beautifully accented Wanda. You just couldn’t get over it, really.

Between you and Wanda was Kitty. You saw her make a face when Bobby switched seats with Rogue but refused to believe she’d start up any high school aged drama when you all were so much older than that.

You found it extremely interesting that no one was sitting next to their ‘partners’ from the day prior. Also finding it sort of strange that there was still this divide between the mutants and the humans.

However, your train of thought was short lived as a speedster determined he’d mess with your table this bright and beautiful morning.

The streaking of silver a blue was nearly impossible to miss, but you could not make out the actual figure of the shape causing it.

That is until a bright red, near transparent wall appeared to trap the runner in their tracks.

“Oh! Come’n Wan’s.” The silver haired male cried out. Punching the wall to no avail. “Ya’ can’it take the fun out’ta the morning.”

Hearing him speak more, you realized the male’s accent matched the girl he was addressing. You saw the change in the girl’s attitude and figured this was a personal matter to be dealt with between them.

Grabbing your breakfast items, you said your goodbyes, “Well. It’s been a blast, guys. But, I am gunna go get started on these papers for the Professor.” Nodding once more, you took your leave.

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You had found a nice quiet place to work. Finishing your food, you decided the best course of action for the day was to just finish everything as soon as possible, turn it in and then enjoy the rest of your birthday.

It was just a hair’s breath away, but you caught yourself from laughing out loud and disturbing the peaceful environment around you. It was so serene, you didn’t want to move a single grass stalk.

Pulling out your laptop and writing out everything that had happened was the easy part. What took you almost an hour to do, was make the story seem like a paper written by the college intellectual you were. You had just finished skimming over the completed document when a pair of voices reached your ears.

“We can’t just walk up to her like this.”

“Well, why not? It’s not like we’re strangers or anything. And, we have a purpose for doing so. Right?”

You noticed right away that the individuals were Brock and Alexander. So, you put your laptop down, and stood to greet them. “Hello, boys.”

“SHI--!” Brock jerked, “I mean, hi (Y/N).”

Something felt a little off to you, but you threw it to him being nervous or something. “What’s up, Brock?” You smiled encouragingly.

“Oh,” He glanced at Alexander, who just shook his head.

Smiling, he took the lead in answering your question. “Brock forgot the name of the place you took him to yesterday. And, what he ordered.” Softly laughing, he continued, “And, what you did after the shooting range.”

The shock on your face was prominent.

“Truthfully he also forgot the shooting range, but since I saw him there for that, and we were altogether for the end we can fill in those blanks by ourselves.” Alexander added with another grin.

“Wait.” Holding your hands up, you looked at the pair of men in disbelief. “Do you not remember yesterday at all?”

Glancing at Alexander again, Brock just shrugged his shoulders.

“Fuck!” Exclaiming louder than necessary, you picked up your device and balanced it on one knee. “Okay so here. This isn’t my actual paper, but I made a sort of timeline with some of my own highlights before I wrote everything properly. I’ll email it to you, so you can do what you need to. How did you drink so much? Never mind. Don’t answer that. I need plausible deniability. Holy shitake mushrooms. I feel so sorry for agreeing to that boat ride now.”

You kept rambling as you pulled up the document and drafted the email out, completely oblivious to the rolling of eyes that Brock sent Alexander at your comments.

“Okay, there.” You sighed, closing the electronic device and returning to a position with both feet on the ground. “You should have it in your mailbox.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Alexander smiled to you, “You’ve been a great help.”

You blushed at the dripping sincerity of his voice and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, um, no problem.”

The pair left, but it took a while for you to get back on track with your own work.

After finally finishing your second essay, and checking the time, you noted it was time for lunch. However, due to your breakfast, and just wanting to finish with the Professor’s assignments, you decided to skip lunch.

Making your way towards the main part of campus, you ran into Tony walking with a blonde woman.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled before wrapping you into a tight hug.

The breath pushed out of you was more of a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact than anything else. “Hi, Tony.” You somehow released. The tightness in your tone telling him he was squeezing to tight.

Upon release, you took a few big gulps of air.

“Sorry, sorry.” He breezed easily. “Oh! Pepper! This, this is (Y/N). The mutant I told you about.” He pointed directly at you with an accusatory finger, “I still don’t know what your power is.”

You shrugged around him, and gave an inviting grin to the blonde woman, Pepper. “Hello, Pepper. Lovely to meet you. Tony shared so many wonderful stories of you last night.”

Not missing the beat red that appeared all over her body, you stifled a laugh. It was too funny watching Tony walk up to her with all this confidence just to have his foot smashed underneath her own, and then see him wince and hope around like a seven-year-old.

“Better have been all good things. I practically run this idiot’s life.” She chastised.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore and laughed whole-heartedly. “Of course, of course. I think he actually said those exact words at one point.”

Tony smiled at you, thankfully. Pepper’s demeanor softened, and she kissed the scruffy man’s cheek. “Well, you can’t be to careful with this billionaire.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “So you really are James Bond!”

The three of you kept messing around a bit as you made your way towards the Professor’s office.

“You are turning in your papers already?” Pepper asked innocently.

Nodding, you smiled at the girl. “Finished them as quickly as possible so that I could enjoy some free time.” Actually, I just want to see what and where my fucking-names are since I was too stupid to check this morning.

“I wish Tony had that same thought process. But noooo, he wanted to work on his project right after breakfast.” Thrusting her finger into his shoulder, you could tell it was all in good fun.

“Hey. In my defense,” The man retaliated in mock-surrender, “You can’t diminish genius when it strikes.”

Putting on your strongest blank face, you teased him. “You’re right, Tony. Let us know if you ever see a genius have an idea strike.”

Pepper was in hysterics at you comment. Tony had a mock-hurt expression on his face. And, you were just trying to keep the straight face act up.

“Oh, I like her, Tony.” Placing a small hand on your shoulder the blonde smiled at you. “We have to meet up again. You are just too fun.”

Wrapping your arm around her waist you smirked cheekily at the billionaire across from you. “Sorry, Tony. Looks like she’s mine now. Go find your own bad-ass.”

“As much as I would love to see that and trust me I would pay good money to see that,” He smiled and pulled Pepper back into his side, “She’s staying with me until she says otherwise.”

“Nice catch there.” Pepper added. “Bye, (Y/N)!” She waved, pulling them away from you.

Waving back simply, you moved on to your intended goal.

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“What do you mean he can’t stay?” You heard coming through the doorframe.

Pausing in your motions, you unintelligently decided to eavesdrop.

“Well, seeing as what this program entails, and all of Steven’s health issues, we just believe it would be better for him to—” The professor was cut off by something crashing.

The sudden sound made you jump, but you were even more invested now that you knew who was speaking.

Steve Rogers, the Professor, and Brooklyn. All three of them had to be in that room right now. You hadn’t heard Steve’s voice yet. But you knew the professor wouldn’t talk about this particular type of topic without the individual being present.

“Mr.—” He started just to be cut off.

“No! Don’t even try telling me to calm down.” Brooklyn yelled. You imagined a strained face. Mixed emotions between hurt, betrayal, rage, and…loneliness. “You are talking about taking my best friend away.” The snarl sounded with nothing but anger, but you could sense his other feelings just building it up.

“Buck.” Steve’s quiet voice brought him back down. “Stand down.”

And the taller male listened. He must have found his seat because the Professor released a deep sigh. “I realize how you are feeling right now but understand that we are just trying to look out for him.”

“That’s my job.” Brooklyn said.

The swinging of the door startled you, and seeing the short haired brunette stalk out was the least expected reaction you would have had.

You were too busy watching him stomp away to hear what was exchanged between Steve and the Professor afterwards. But when Steve’s voice sounded right next to you, it appeared like that was all the information you’d get on the subject.

“Hello, Steve.” You tried to smile at him.

Nodding in acknowledgment, the small blonde continued past you.

“Miss (Y/N). I presume you have a good reason for eavesdropping just now?” You winced as discretely as possible at being caught and turned around to face judgement.

“Hiiiii Professor. You look great.” You drawled out.

The look he gave you basically said, ‘are you serious right now?’

Shutting the door behind you, you made your way into the room.

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By the time you were released it was nearly three o’clock. But you had more answers than you initially thought you’d receive.

“(Y/N), since I know you already heard, I will explain it again.” The Professor admonished. “Steve is a bright young man, determined, but he lied on his physio forms. He is truly sick. The pressure that the next two years would have on him is unthinkable. Hank doesn’t think he’d survive.” Placing his head in his hands, you could tell that the old man was trying to manage all the possible different outcomes. “I haven’t got everyone into the swing of things yet because I was trying to figure out what to do.”

You sighed and let your head bob up and down, telling him that you could see where he came from. “But Professor. There are scientist working to change things like that. Doctor Erskine, right? He is developing that…” You glanced around the room. “That thing he is working on.”

Chuckling at your mannerisms, the Professor wheeled closer to you. “Yes, but it’s still an experiment. And, who am I to send a child for something like that?”

“I’m sure he’d volunteer, given the chance.” You expressed.

The Professor just nodded silently, moving back to the other side of the table. “Moving on to more…personal business. Guess today is the day, is it not?”

You were thoroughly surprised at how easily the Professor shared the information, and slightly wondered about his reasons behind it.

A tight spark on your shoulder had you recalling that you still did not know what your names were.

Excited, and nervous, you found yourself once again trekking around campus. This time, to your apartment to check out your new marks.

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“SHIT!” You screamed out. In a perfect circle on both your right and left shoulder blades were two names. One of which you already knew.

Hearing your exclamation, Kitty phased into your room, calling for you until you answered from behind the bathroom door.

Thanking everything in the world that she left at least this barrio between you. “I’m fine, Kitty. It’s all good.”

“That didn’t seem like nothing, (Y/N). And,” She said, actually knocking on the door, “You haven’t called me ‘Kitty’ since our first emails to each other.”

Shaking your head, you gave credit where it was due. She’d caught you, might as well fess up then.

Covering the front half of your body, you opened the door and showed her your back. “See anything interesting?”

“Fuck! (Y/N)!” She yelled excitedly, “You got your names?! That is so exciting!!” She immediately halted in her jumping, “Wait! That means!” She gasped and slapped your shoulder.

“Ouch!” You cried, clutching the now sore skin underneath your hand. Attempting to massage the pain away.

She pouted at you but didn’t apologize. “It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell anyone?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to make your way, so you could put on something nicer than a tee-shirt.

But, Kitty wasn’t going to let you off that easily, apparently. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Look, Kit. Birthdays and I don’t mix to well. I like just relaxing when I can, and I’ve had friends in the past that try to do something for me, and it never works out the way they, or I for that matter, want them to. So, I let it be.” This attempt you were successful in bypassing your roommate. “Besides. It’s my 23rd and the only new thing about me are the names tattooed on my skin. Which let me tell you,” You huffed out, anger bubbling inside you. “Is. ScReWeD. UP. EVEN. WITH. THAT!” At the last cursed word, you slammed the drawer you’d been shifting through shut. Fed up with it all you through down the garments in you hands and clutched around your waist. “I knew I’d screw this up. Just knew Fate would have another fuck you in store for me.”

The near tears wretched your voice and suddenly you found yourself in your roommate’s embrace. But you didn’t cry. Just held her a little closer for a second before getting back to your original goal.

“So, yea. It’s my birthday.” You said as if nothing had just occurred.

Kitty blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just happened before letting it go as to not cause you any strife. “Anything you want to do for it?”

Finishing the act of pulling on the backless top, your scrunched your nose. “Not really. I mean I really want to try this place down the road that I hear makes excellent bruschetta, but it’s so far off my price range, I’ll be surprised if I get a chance to visit it before I’m retired.”

“Oh, I see. Um” She racked her brain for something. “Oh! What if we just have a movie night? I can invite anyone you want, or even make myself scarce. You said you like relaxing on your birthday, right? What better way to do that?”

Smiling at her, you nodded. “Sure. A movie night sounds fun. But are you sure? I mean, we did agree early on that we’d both give prior notice to people coming over.”

“Posh!” She grinned. “Just leave it to me.”

“Kit.” You said accusingly, “I don’t want a party.”

“mhmm”

“Kit.”

…

“Kit!”

…

“Kitty!”

But she was gone, who could even tell if she heard you.

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Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow had just turned in their individual assignments and were headed away from the Professor when Brock felt his head lurching forward from a sudden impact.

“Dude?!”

“You are a fucking idiotic piece of trash, Rumlow.” Pierce teethed. “It’s her goddamn birthday, and you didn’t think ‘oh well it might be pertinent that I share this piece’ of VAL-FUCKING-ABLE INFORMATION!”

Brock shook his head in disbelief, “The story was that I forgot everything from the day prior, how did you expect me to say I remembered something like that? Hm? Exactly.”

“So, fucking stupid. That was the story to her! To her! Not to me.” Taking a few steps further ahead, the dirty blonde continued his verbal assault. “How Hydra could hire someone so stupid is beyond me.”

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You heard someone loudly pounding at the door to the apartment, while at the same time the buzzer from the intercom started going off. Glaring at a smiling Kitty in the kitchen, you went to open the door.

“Get in bitches, we’re going to eat.” Tony smirked. The droopy flower sticking from between his teeth making you laugh at his antics.

“First, I am so glad,” you whipped out your phone and snapped a picture, “that I caught that to look back on always. Second, I think you messed up that quote.” You thought aloud, utilizing your own smirk. “And, thirdly, hang on. This buzzer has got to be stopped and obviously MY ROOMMATE is UNHELPFUL in this department!”

“Not sorry!” You heard in return.

Looking at the intercom’s camera you felt a smile on your face. “Hello Alexander, Brock. What are you too up to?”

“Hi (Y/N).” Alexander smiled into the camera.

Brock did a little wave in greeting, “Sorry about earlier. Some things came back, and I cannot believe I forgot it was your birthday. Do you have plans? What am I saying, of course you have plans. Sorry, we just came to say happy birthday.”

“Oh.” You were shocked, completely having forgotten telling him at all. “Well actually—”

You’d started just for Tony freaking Stark to cut in. “We are going out to eat. All of us. My treat. Bring a friend. Or two. I just bought the place so, who cares.” Placing his chin on your shoulder he gave you a pair of the biggest puppy dogs eyes you’d seen in a while. “Come on (Y/N). You need to join us. Kit-Kat here is all for it.”

And, not to your surprise, suddenly Kitty was standing next to you. Flushing at the nickname she hadn’t been called in a minute. “Well, what are we waiting for?” She asked.

Glaring in her direction, you decided that dinner wouldn’t hurt. You’d skipped lunch after all. “Fine. Fine. But, I’m warning you!” Giving them both a particular look, “Nothing crazy.”

They hummed in response, and you couldn’t help but sigh in resignation. You buzzed back down to Alexander and Brock, letting them know that you were going to eat, and they were welcome to join.

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Pulling up to the restaurant you shook Kitty’s entire body. “I literally just told you I wanted to come here.”

She giggled lightly behind her hand and claimed she remembered.

Walking up to the door, you did it again.

“Yes, (Y/N). I know!” She said. “I called Tony and asked if he could sing something. Didn’t know he buy the joint.”

You gawked between the pair. “No way. Seriously?”

Tony just smirked at you before opening the doors. “Welcome!”

Stepping in, you were ready to be met with a hostess. You were not prepared for the sudden shout of ‘Surprise!’ that reached your ears.

By some fortunate roll of the dice, Wanda and silver-hair had been the closest to you, sensed the immediate shifting in your figure, and the pair were able to both relocate you to somewhere private and put you in a make-shift bubble.

Steadying your breath, you waved for Wanda to release the red mist around you. Thanking them with a simple nod as you calmed down on the roof.

“Kitty did say you’d be frightened. Guess t’is good we planned ahead.” The male smirked triumphantly.

Wanda elbowed him before approaching carefully. “(Y/N), are y’okay?”

Standing straight you gave her a tight smile. “I’m good, Wanda. Thank you. I’m just not happy with Kit for this. But it’s fine.” You waved. “Fine, it’s fine. I’ll get her back.”

“Oh, yes. May I help?” Silver-hair asked, suddenly beside you like he’d been there all along.

You gave him a side-ways glance and idea formed quickly. “Sure, buddy. (Y/N).” You introduced with a hand stuck out for him to take.

The wide grin directed at you should have been blinding. “Pietro. Wanda’s brother.”

“Well, Wanda’s brother. We will have to meet later to discuss details. For now, I am going to enjoy the fact that Tony is paying for all this tonight and so get me some food. So, if you’ll be so kind as to return be to the fi----------rs----t floor.” By the time you finished speaking, you were trying to steady yourself back where you started.

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It took some time, but Tony and Kitty had kept apologizing to you until you final screamed that you accepted it.

You were really happy that Steve made an appearance. Even more ecstatic to learn that your new friend was in fact asked to participate in Doctor Erskine’s program, and that he could be returning as early as the halfway point of the term. Since the Professor’s college didn’t follow a normal school year, it was broken up by breaks: half way through the terms, the years, and in between the years themselves.

Everyone else had made it as well. Brooklyn was smiling happily. Probably excited to have another night out with his friend. Steve had told you he didn’t tell the brunette. Didn’t want to get his brother’s hopes up in case something went wrong. Wanda and Pietro seemed to get along well with Kitty, Rogue and Bobby. And you couldn’t help but notice that Kitty kept maneuvering around Bobby while trying to stay away from Rogue. It bothered you a little that your roommate seemed to have such an issue with someone you felt you could be really close with.

Tony was with Pepper and some other people in nice business-type suits. Brock was nearby, talking with some others animatedly.

“It seems peaceful like this.” You heard Alexander’s voice before you turned to see him.

Nodding your smile grew, “Yea. As angry as I am at Kit for not respecting my wishes, I think this dinner thing could turn out alright.”

Alexander grinned at you but didn’t say anything else.

Biting your lip, you struggled as to whether you should ask him the question on your mind.

“It’s okay to ask, just know some questions I’d have to kill you if I answered.” He hoarsely whispered. Arching an eyebrow at him caused him to laugh. “Kidding, kidding. It looked like you wanted to say something, so I was trying to break the ice.”

You nodded along and played with your hands nervously in front of you. “Alexander—”

“Alex” He interrupted. “Please, just Alex.”

“Alex,” you complied, “Do you. What I mean to ask, is who is…fuck, um, you see I have…umm”

“My name on your back?” He smiled.

Eyes wide, you looked deep into his own. Questioning how he knew before you could say anything.

To which the dirty blonde laughed and poked your bare-back. Reminding you of the shirt you donned. “Not that hard to guess when I can see it plain as day.”

You dry chuckled as you tried to think what to say next. It’s not like you had planned on seeing him this soon.

“I’m guessing you didn’t know this morning?” Now his eyebrow was raised at you. You shook your head in the negative. “Right. Well. I guess you’d want to know where your name is on me, or if it even is. Correct?” At your inability to comment in either fashion, he continued, “Well. I had two separate names on my skin, but my…family…decided they didn’t matter and burned over them.” He slightly pulled up his shirt to show you his lower back, and you saw the deep burn scars on both sides of his body. “I was also still unconscious. So, I never even saw the names.” He let go of the shirt, letting it fall back into place and you stood to see him shrug. “But, I did feel something when we met.”

The smile he sent you was outstanding. You thought that it was possible there was just a mistake in the printing. Maybe Alex really was just supposed to be your love-mate after all.

That recollection was just as short lived as many of the others you’d been having throughout the day.

“(Y/N)!” Bobby called to you, the biggest grin on his face. “I have a surprise that I think you’ll actually like.” The comment was sent towards Kitty, and it had an immediate effect.

You scoffed at his antics, “Yea yea. I’ll be right there.” He nodded and waited a bit off. You sent another smile to Alex, squeezed his hand, went to Bobby’s side and wrapped your arm around his. “Alright, Ice King. Take me away.”

He laughed heartily at your snide but continued to lead you towards the doors.

Once through the doorway, he released you with a bow. “My princess.”

“Hardy-har-har, Bob.” You growled. “Hardy-har-har.”

He kept laughing as he returned to the inside of the restaurant.

“Really?” You asked his retreating shadow. “Leaving me out here to die? Alone? On my birthday? Come’on Bobby! At least be original.” You were laughing though. Fully aware that you friend would never put you in harms way, knowingly, and alone like this. There were extenuating circumstances that time!

The heated breath on the back of your neck sent warm chills through your body. “Does meeting your soulmate count towards being original.”

You spun around at the familiarity of the voice. And found yourself locking eyes with the short haired brunette you had eavesdropped on earlier that day. “Brooklyn.” You smiled, knowing that it wasn’t really him name, but knowing that it had to be him with the other name on your back.

“Actually, most people call me Bucky.” He smirked. “Except those that are super into logistics and go by my actual name, James.”

Smiling more you added, “Barnes.”

“Nice to meet you ma’am” He backed up and bowed over his arm, sending you into a fit of giggles. “I was so happy to see my name on your back doll. You have no idea.”

Before you could say or do anything else, someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around again, you saw Alexander there. With a hurt look on his face.

Suddenly all the prior happiness you’d thought you’d been feeling came crumbling around you. “Yepp! Just like I thought.” You screamed into the sky, causing both men to look at you with worry. “Can’t have even one thing go right, can we Fate? Not one, stupid fucking thing.”

Then you stalked off. Completely ignoring both men who called for you from behind. Later you’d be more than appreciative to Pietro for hearing your outburst and stopping either man from following your form.