#i tried answering this like 3 times yesterday but i kept getting distracted and exited out of the app

[nose-bandaid]

love, at its core

hi!! i hope you're havin a good day rn 😊😊 i just saw requests are open??? i was gonna ask if i could request something with yuto?? like his s/o is chillin with him at home and then they just get hit with the realization "omg my boyfriend is just sitting there and i can kiss him any time i want??? all i have to do is ask??? is it really that simple???? what a concept..." i know its very specific but its just smth ive been thinkin about these days?? like people datin can just kiss each other any time???? its just so simple yet so special at the same time??

Yuto x (gender neutral) Reader fluff | 2k words

synopsis: waking up one day, you were hit with a curious thought that made you realize how lucky you were to have a boyfriend

a/n: here you go anon !! i hope that this is what you wanted and that i didn't get carried away with the idea 😅 enjoy<3

ngl this ended up a little similar to -27°C but i love domestic relationships so it's cool

There was something peculiar about living with your boyfriend.

Nothing had changed since yesterday, or last month, or even the year before. You've been living together for a while now and today shouldn't have been any different. It shouldn't.

However, an intriguing thought in your mind constantly nudged you to love him even more today.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was roll over onto your side to study Yuto's face. Even asleep, he was incredibly pretty and you reached a hand to brush the strands of hair that had fallen over his face. He's been growing it for quite a while now, and oftentimes he would tie it all back in a small ponytail that you thought was endearing. But you thought he looked especially fluffy when he let his hair down. The sight of it that morning, however, tickled your own face and you tucked it behind his ear with a small smile.

"Better?" You whispered, not really expecting a reply because you believed he was still asleep. But he did, in fact, whisper a quiet "better" and you locked eyes with him in surprise.

"G'morning." He croaked out, trying to rub the sleep out of his face.

"Good morning Yuto," You replied, laughing when he leaned into your touch and tried to snuggle back to bed. "It's time to wake up, sleepyhead."

He wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, burying his face into your neck to plant a kiss there. "But there's nothing planned for today." He whined, and it came out more of a question than it did as a complaint.

You wriggled your way out of the hug and poked his cheek. "You promised you'll make breakfast today though!"

That caused him to stir.

Yuto hefted himself into a sitting position with a huff and sent you a lazy grin. "I guess you're right; I can't back out of that."

Leaning in to plant one last kiss on your forehead, he patted your shoulder before standing up. "Just stay in bed for a while longer, love. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."

You watched him quietly as he changed out of his pyjamas and exited the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so that you didn't feel completely alone. Placing a hand on your cheek, you wondered why today, of all days, your heart suddenly decided to skip a beat with every word he said. With every move he made.

It was probably then, that something within you clicked and made you realize that wow, you have a boyfriend.

And you have the privilege of waking up next to him every morning and seeing him smile.

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You got out of bed not long after Yuto left the room. The sound of the dishes and sizzling on the stove only made you want to wake up and join him in the kitchen.

When you arrived, Yuto greeted you with a nod towards the coffee brewer, already boiled and ready to serve. On your way to grab a mug, you glanced over his shoulder to see what he was making and sent him an approving smirk.

"Looking good, Yu."

He laughed as you poured yourself a cup of the drink and returned to the table. "Are you talking about me or the food?"

You shrugged. "That's up to you. It could be both, you know."

"Well, you came just in time to eat my beautiful breakfast." He replied and transferred the food onto the plates neatly laid out on the table. His spare hand reached into the drawer behind him to grab the utensils and he handed it over to you. "Time to dig in?"

You puckered your lips slightly as you accepted the food. "Give me a kiss first?"

If the sudden request for affection surprised Yuto, he didn't show it. Instead, he promptly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a quick kiss on the lips. He tasted like the chapstick he always kept with him — a mix of vanilla and strawberries.

"Another, please." You asked when you separated, eliciting another one of his lighthearted laughs.

"Anything for you, love."

The kiss was deeper this time, and you blindly dropped the fork and spoon somewhere on the empty space of the table in order to wrap your arms around his neck. Beyond the sweetness of his lips, you could taste the lingering mix of morning breath and bitter coffee.

"Yuto," You muttered, breaking the kiss. "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

"That's..." He averted his gaze. "I'll do it later, I promise. Let's just eat breakfast before it gets cold?"

"Okay, okay, you win." You decided, backing off to pull yourself a chair. "Let's test out your chef skills."

The breakfast was delicious and he beamed when you praised his cooking skills. You found yourself settled right beside Yuto, as opposed to your usual seat directly in front of him. With an arm linked into his (which admittedly made eating a little more difficult for both of you), you stayed close to the warmth of his body. Placed in front of you, carefully balanced against the box of tissues was your phone playing a video that you've been wanting to show him for a long time now.

Already knowing what's going to come next, you spent most of the time watching Yuto's face, catching every reaction and comment he made about the video.

It was the mundane things like these that made you appreciate him — or even the concept of dating — even more. Sure, going out on exciting dates, sharing thrilling memories. But being able to see him do the most normal activities while having him by your side? You believed that was the peak of a relationship.

"You have something on your face." Yuto's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at him in confusion. Before you could register his words, a thumb was already wiping your cheek, clearing you of your mess. "There."

"I love you, you know that?" You blurted out the moment you got over the initial shock.

"And I love you more, you know that?" He cocked his head, mimicking your voice.

You buried your face into your hands, unable to handle his cuteness. "Gosh, you're going to be the death of me."

"I'll make sure to take credit at your funeral, then."

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You spent the rest of the day trailing Yuto more than you intended to. But you couldn't help it when everything he did made your heart flutter. It felt like the beginning of your relationship all over again. You were amazed when you realized that you could simply ask him for affection and you would just... receive it?

There really was someone in this world who loved you just as much as you loved them. If you asked for a kiss, Yuto would willingly kiss you — this morning was proof of that. And you knew for a fact, that if you hugged him, he would always hug you back. There was hardly a time where he didn't return the "I love you" when you said it to him. And he never forgets to show you just how much you meant to him.

They were all simple things. Things that you'd normally overlook because they were so normal. But at the same time, they were the things you treasured the most.

This concept of dating... was quite a unique one.

"Yuto~" You called out to the boy who, oddly enough, was just standing in the middle of the room, staring out the window. "Can I have a kiss?"

As much as dating piqued your curiosity, you weren't going to complain about how simple it was at its core.

Without asking any questions, Yuto pecked you softly on the cheek, lingering there for an extra moment. You could feel his lips curl up into a smile before he pulled away.

He turned back to the window and squinted his eyes when the sun shone brightly on his face. "The weather's nice today, kinda makes me want to go on a walk."

"I'll come with you!" You offered readily and he perked up at the idea.

"Is that so? Then I guess that's a good incentive to go on a walk." He hummed.

"Of course I'd come with you!" You argued, following him to the front door and slipping a light coat on. "But on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Let me hold your hand?"

After his shoes were put on, he quietly held out his hand for you to take, and that was enough of an answer.

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Later in the evening, the two of you were relaxing on the couch watching a rerun of an old show you've watched far too many times now. But with the comfort of the plot and the way it never failed to make you laugh, neither of you minded.

Yuto let you hug his arm as you played with one of his hands. Like this morning, you found yourself spending more time thinking about him, and the show soon became background noise. You inspected every inch of his hand, placing soft kisses on it once in a while. You thought it was incredible, how every single part of him — both inside and out — could be so beautiful.

"What's up with you today?" He asked playfully when you finally distracted him enough to tear his eyes away from the screen. In the back of your mind, you noticed you were both missing out on one of your favourite scenes. "You've been clingier than usual since morning, did I miss something?"

When you didn't answer right away, Yuto's eyes widened as he suddenly sat straight up. "Wait, I didn't miss something, right?"

You laughed at his reaction and pat his shoulder reassuringly. "There's nothing special happening today, Yu, don't worry. I was just thinking..."

"About?" He relaxed back into the couch and let you pull him into your embrace.

You pondered over how to answer him for a couple of seconds. "About how lucky I am to have you."

"That's it?" He asked, baffled at the simplicity.

"Well, in short, yeah." You hesitantly answered and met his gaze when you felt it burning into you. The look in his eyes was a familiar one; a mix of curiosity and determination as he encouraged you to continue.

"It's normal for me to wake up next to you, and see you go to work, and watch stupid shows together and eat meals together and kiss each other goodnight. I don't normally think twice about all of that. But this morning, I realized that being able to do those things with you is so special and I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend."

"You know," He started thoughtfully and laced the hand you were holding into yours, tracing light patterns with his thumb. "I've never thought about it that way until you mentioned it."

"It puts things in a different perspective, doesn't it?"

Yuto's eyes wandered as he spoke. "It does, and it's a nice reminder to appreciate everything that we have right now."

"Exactly!" You agreed, happy that he understood what you were getting at.

"Is this why you've been exploiting my kisses today then?"

You froze. "Uh, maybe?"

"And to think that I was worried about missing something important." He let out a dramatic sigh.

"Listen, this was important okay!"

"I know, I know." He moved your clasped hands onto his lap, pulling you closer to him. "I'm glad you brought it up, it's a nice thing to think about."

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence to focus on the last few minutes of the show, everything long forgotten until the credits rolled across the screen. Yuto shut off the TV once they did, tired of the mindless entertainment and stretched as you spoke up again.

"So... I can still have another kiss though, right?"

He smiled. "Yes, of course, you can."

[13-reasons-ideas]

Finding Peace In Another Part 27

An hour later, Montgomery came back. I turned my head at the sound of the door opening and felt hot tears slip down my face. His nose was bleeding but didn’t look broken, his lip was split in 3 different places, and his face was bruised. His knuckles were bleeding, though I knew it wasn’t all his blood. Those were just the injuries I could see. I jumped off the couch and ran to hug him, glad he was alright even though I was furious with him. I was gentle but still felt him flinch under the touch. He tried to hide it as he brought his arms around me and held me as I cried into his chest. He just kept mumbling apologies to me, holding me until I was done. Once I had calmed down a bit, I went to get the first aid kit and some ice for his hands. He stood in the doorway, unsure if I wanted him to come in or not. Nodding from the kitchen, I saw him walk in but not sit down. “Sit.” It was the first word I said to him in the 10 minutes he had been back in my home. He sat on a chair at the island and watched as I gathered the alcohol and went through the first aid kit. “Scott can you grab some peas from the freezer please?” Scott looked at me like I had three heads. Rolling my eyes about to explain and make a comment about it, I heard Montgomery speak.

“For my hands. More flexible than an ice pack, smaller than ice cubes. Better coverage. Plus snacks.” He said to Scott, repeating the words I had said to him so many times before. I felt the tears in my eyes well up again and angrily wiped them away. I was mad at him. He didn’t need to do that. He was getting better with his anger, yesterday discounted. What did you expect him to do when you told him? Go and have a nice little talk with Bryce over tea and cookies? Playing video games? At the batting cage? I thought to myself. Shaking my head and focusing on what I was doing, I walked over to him and got to work. I motioned towards the sink and grabbed a cloth to clean his hands before disinfecting his wounds. I tried to be gentle but may have used a little more alcohol than strictly necessary when wiping his knuckles. I felt him flinch, but he didn’t pull away. He just kept apologizing quietly to me. I wasn’t sure if it was for what he did or if he was apologizing for what happened to me, but I wasn’t about to ask. As I wrapped his hands in gauze and wiped his face with an old cloth, I felt eyes on my back. Zach and Scott were still here. Turning to face them, I noticed the looks they were giving me. Like they were wondering how many times I had done this, how I didn’t even need to speak and he just did what I wanted him to do, why I did this for him, when did it start, how had they missed it? Still not talking to Montgomery, I motioned to Scott and the freezer, “peas please.” and watched as he grabbed them from the freezer and handed them to me. They kept watching us. Trying to keep our discussion as brief as possible, I simply asked Monty “right or left?” and placed the peas on his left hand when he indicated that one felt more swollen.

While the boys sat downstairs thinking through what they had witnessed, or in Montgomery’s case, done not two hours before, I went upstairs to change. I put on a pair of leggings and, after thinking about it for a minute or five, threw one of Montgomery’s T-shirt’s and my favourite of his flannels. I wanted to be comfortable for the conversation that was about to happen. I heard footsteps coming towards my room as I changed and a knock at the door followed by a soft ‘fuck’. “Rebecca?” Monty called through my bedroom door.

Still mad at him, though that feeling was dissipating slowly, I responded with a short “hmmm?” as I moved towards the door.

“Please let me in. I’m sorry.” He begged me. Sighing I opened the door and let him in. He immediately had his arms around me and had his face in my hair. Pulling away from the hug, he went and sat on my bed. He opened his mouth and the words came spilling out.  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you. And I didn’t notice. I made you hang out with him. I made you spend time with him. I left you alone with him. It’s my job to protect you and I couldn’t do that. I’m sorry Rebecca.”

“You didn’t know.” Was all I could find the words to say.

“The point is, I should have known though Becks.”

“You couldn’t have known. And while I don’t agree with you defending him to begin with, I can see why you did it. He’s your friend. No one would want to think that about their friend or think that they would be capable of doing that.” He was quiet for a long time.

“This is a dumb question, but are you… okay?”

“I mean, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Kind of, yes.” He looked down and nodded sadly. I held my hand out to him. “Why don’t we go downstairs and talk? I’m sure Zach and Scott have questions.” He nodded again and took my hand.

Together, we walked downstairs, and I sat on the couch, with one knee up to rest my chin on. The boys looked at me, but I stayed silent for a long time. How am I going to explain this? What if they think it was my fault? I can’t even call it what it was. People know now. I found the polish on my toenails very interesting. I had recently painted them a purple-y grey shade. To avoid eating, the thought occurred to me. It’s fine. I’m not really doing it intentionally. It’s just a distraction. I felt a hand being placed on my leg, startling me. I jumped before I remembered I wasn’t alone. I had gotten so in my head, that I forgot I wasn’t alone. I placed my hand on Monty’s and moved it off of me. His touch didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything, it was just an awkward place to touch me. Mhmm. You go with that. Zach broke the silence first.

“It didn’t end with Hannah, did it?” I shook my head, almost unperceptively.

“Did you honestly think it would?” I asked, not knowing if I wanted an answer.

“I don’t know. I guess I had to have hope that it would.”

“Yeah, well. Load of good that did.” He didn’t respond. Maybe I offended him.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, sounding unsure.

“Yeah, Scotty. I’m okay.” I replied flatly. This is not how I wanted this to go. I would have been fine if no one ever found out.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Monty asked. I stopped to think. Why hadn’t I told him? How could I explain the threats and the shame and the fear? And on top of all of that, make him understand?

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t know how?”

“What happened?” Zach asked.

“Does it matter? You knew what he was like.” I mumbled. This is pointless.

“I know. Do you want to talk to Mr. Porter?”

“Nope.”

“Don’t you want justice?” Scott asked. Justice?

“You mean, sit in a courtroom and be judged for a situation I had no control over? Have my story picked apart? And in the end maybe have him serve three months’ probation at best, and then he can just go on with his life? No thank you. Don’t even try to say that’s not what would happen. Because that’s exactly how it works. He can kind of throw a football well sometimes, so he has a future to worry about.” The boys sat silently, stunned by my outburst. “None of you have ever had to be taught what you would go through to get ‘justice’.”

After a time, Monty put his hand back on my thigh and pulled me close to him. “I really am sorry Becca.”

“I know.” I muttered. I took a deep breath before I rested my head on his shoulder. Our friends left shortly after and Monty and I spent the rest of the night just sitting on the couch quietly.

After the hellish night explaining in basic terms, what Bryce had done to cause Montgomery beating him to a pulp, I didn’t want to deal with the implications of having kept it from him for so long just yet, I woke up in the short-tempered man’s arms. He must have carried me up to bed after I fell asleep. Rather than waking him, I decided to get up and make us some coffee as he needed the sleep. As I was pouring us both mugs, I heard him come downstairs and wrap his arms around my middle before burying his head in my neck, “morning”, he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep before taking the offered cup and taking a long sip.

“Good morning. Drink up. Scott and Zach will be here soon so we can go to school.” I responded, laughing at his groan in protest. I smirked at him over my coffee cup like I did on that first morning all those months ago. And just as he did all those months ago, Montgomery leaned down to press a tentative kiss to my lips before being interrupted by Scott knocking at my front door. I laughed at his face and shook my head as I swung my hips suggestively and opening the door for the boys. “impeccable timing as always Scotty. Come on in guys, I just have to go change and we can head out. You can keep cranky pants here company.” After I changed into some real clothes and finished my coffee, we headed out to school.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife the closer we got to school. I looked over at Monty, his grip tight so on the steering wheel his knuckles were white, “Are you going to say anything to Bryce?” I asked him timidly.

“Not planning on it. Everything that needed to be said was said yesterday. If he’s smart, he will keep his distance and his mouth shut outside of games and practice.” He responded flatly before parking and exiting the Jeep, waiting for me to process his words and get out with him. He threw his arm over my shoulder protectively as Zach and Scott came over to us and we all walked towards school. I silently prayed we wouldn’t see Bryce but unfortunately, we were not that lucky. He was standing near the office and as we walked past him, we made brief eye contact before averting our eyes.  Montgomery pulled me tighter to him, effectively tucking me into his underarm and shoulder due to our height difference.

Arriving at my locker, I found Alex, Justin, Clay, and Tony waiting for me. Alex took one look at Montgomery and cocked his brow. “Really Monty? Beating us up wasn’t enough? You had to hurt some other poor soul too?” Alex asked him, disdain clear in his tone.

“Had to take care of something Alex. I’m fine though, thanks for asking.” Montgomery replied, plainly. I heard Alex scoff and decided I couldn’t deal with their stupid rivalry today.

“It was Bryce.” I interjected quietly, sipping my iced coffee-courtesy of Zach- looking up at Justin sadly.

“Why would he beat up Bryce? They’re best friends.” Clay asked, missing the unspoken answer.

“Yeah, aren’t you like… Bryce’s lap dog or someth- oh….” Alex began to ask before he caught on. “Are you okay Rebecca?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” I told him, though I didn’t even believe myself so I wouldn’t expect him to believe me. Tony just stood to the side quietly nodding to Montgomery.

The lightbulb must have gone off for Clay finally and his fists curled at his sides. Not again. I don’t have the energy for this today. “Seriously?” He turned to walk away, likely in search of Bryce. Thankfully, Justin stopped him.

“Dude, I think he’s had enough for a few days. Also, I’m next in line.”

“Fine. But Mom will freak if you have more bruises.”

“I won’t be the one with bruises.”

“Boys please?”

Justin rolled his eyes, but I noticed him fidgeting a little more again. Maybe he can be my distraction.

[bush-viper-cutie]

“Leaving Malfoy Manor” || YEAR 3 – Ch.5 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/24/2020

Word count: 3,153

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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The next morning Heather was woken up by Feeno again and the smell of fresh bread. He held up her cleaned Quidditch robes and pointed to the breakfast on the nightstand. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, dreading seeing Draco again. The rest of her day yesterday was spent studying on the bed, free to spread out all her books without the fear that one of the Dursleys would barge in at any second.

“Tell him I’ll be right there,” she groaned and sat up, rubbing the dried drool from her chin.

“Feeno will take you,” he dropped her uniform and popped out of sight.

She changed slowly, purposely trying to keep Draco waiting, and exited the room. She pretended like she couldn’t see Feeno and walked ahead of him as best she could. He tugged on her robes but she marched on – lightly whacking him with the end of her broom – the way he showed her yesterday until she reached the outside.

Draco flew down and threw the Quaffle at her, “We’ll do my drills and then yours.”

Heather threw the Quaffle back, “No, we didn’t even get to my drills yesterday. We’ll start with mine.”

He threw his head back and groaned, “Fine. What are they?”

She listed off what he was supposed to do and explaining how Adrian and Marcus partnered with her for throws and dives. Normally Marcus just had her do dodging and distracting maneuvers as defense, but if she was going to stay on the team this year, she felt she had to do more.

“Make sure you’re really aggressive, ok? I can take it. During tryouts we might be up against… larger… opponents and we should be read.”

Draco nodded, “So, what? Kick your broom and elbow you when I can?”

Heather bit her lip and nodded, “Y-yeah… That should be fine.”

She touched off the ground and practiced her catching as Draco and her sped around his yard, throwing the Quaffle back and forth. Next they started higher and dove while catching, followed by sharp turn throws, and finally back-to-forward throws and catches. Draco kept dropping the ball, but Feeno kept the ball in play as best he could.

“Ok, I’ll try to get the Quaffle over there, and you try to knock me off my broom.”

Draco flew away and readied himself for a full intersecting tackle. Heather gripped her broom tight and shot forward. Draco followed her lead and stuck his arm out, ready to knock her out of the air. Heather dropped the Quaffle down to her feet, caught it and held it tight, and pressed herself to the handle, ducking under his outstretched arm as he passed. The second she cleared him she tried grabbing the Quaffle again and dropped it. It appeared in the air in front of her thanks to Feeno, and she took it, slowing down to a stop. Draco flew back with a weird look on his face.

“What’s that called!” he took the Quaffle and threw it up, “Can you do it again?”

Heather shrugged, “I made it up… and I can try. Let’s do it again, exactly like that.”

The next three attempts ended in both brooms colliding and bruised skulls and ribs. They were on their fourth attempt and Heather managed to drop the Quaffle down to catch with her legs and ducked like last time. The second she cleared his hesitant arm, she twirled in the air and dropped the Quaffle when her feet were up, catching it in her arms and twirling right side up again.

She turned and smiled at Draco, “That was cool!”

He rolled his eyes but smiled, “Don’t grow your head like your brother, Potter. When will we ever need you to do that?”

She joined him in the center, “Well I want to make more points, so I need to learn how to keep the Quaffle on me.”

“You? You can’t even throw as far as Flint. Let alone Pucey.”

Heather’s smile dropped. He was right about that. Marcus and Adrian had real strength and used their full power to fling the Quaffle through the hoops.

“My turn, same as yesterday.”

The next few hours were spent on perfecting Draco’s reflexes and flying focus. He seemed more confident diving and was sure he came close to matching Harry’s natural talents as a Seeker. They headed inside again for a late lunch and took the same seats as before.

This time they were served pasta like the kind Uncle Vernon often brought home for Dudley after important meetings. She always imagined the restaurant he went to was very fancy because every leftover pasta brought home had a little green leaf at the top. She savored the creamy sauce and licked her lips, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Are we done for the day?” she looked over at Draco and saw him nod with a mouthful of pasta. “Will you show me your library then?” She wondered what sort of books they had, or if other wizards could even have a library as gran as Hogwarts’.

“It’s just a library. But fine. As long as you don’t touch anything I tell you not to,” he shrugged.

After the pasta was gone she followed Draco to the library, keeping her hands to herself, as he went through naming sections. Most of the books seemed pretty boring compared to the selections in the Hogwarts Library and she could only assume all of these books were there for Draco’s parents only.

He stopped at a section with a thin grey veil covering the bookcase, “Behind there is the Dark Arts books.”

Heather reached out to lift the veil but Draco stopped her.

“If I’M not allowed to look at them, I won’t allow YOU to. Father says when I’m older he’ll personally go through them with me.” He crossed his arms, looking smug, “He says I might be a natural with it since I get good grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts without even trying.”

Heather laughed, “Yeah we all do. It’s not like the last few teachers were any good,” she squinted, trying to read the names of the books through the veil.

“Well not just there, Potter!” he spat back. “I know loads of hexes too, just wait for this year. Your friends won’t know what hit them.”

“Why do you always have to threaten them? Why can’t you just stay away?” she knew the answer already.

“Your brother’s the one that started it and if he doesn’t back down then one day he’ll regret – ”

The door opened and a woman with blonde hair walked in, holding her arms crossed with a tight face devoid of any emotion except for the anger in her eyes. Heather watched her uncross her arms and hold her hands politely over her stomach. Her lips were thins as she studied the scene and looked over Heather.

“Draco, why don’t you and your friend go play outside? Away from the library,” she smiled and motioned for the doors.

Heather looked at Draco. He nodded and pushed Heather towards the door. If his mother wasn’t there, she would have elbowed him for pushing her but since she was Heather only scowled. They made their way back down and outside to sit on one of the stone steps.

“Why can’t we be in there?” Heather remembered that somewhere in the house the Malfoys kept several illegal dark arts things that Mr. Weasley keeps trying to find. Where was it he said they were hidden?

Draco looked at her intensely, trying to determine how he should respond. He frowned and leaned in, trying to look as menacing as possible without Crabbe and Goyle there to back him up, “Keep your mouth shut about it. It doesn’t leave this house or I’ll deal with you myself.” He glanced back in towards the house, “Let’s just say there’s books in there that wouldn’t even be allowed in the restricted section. I’m not allowed to talk about them.”

“Is that… legal?”

“Thinking of telling the Weasleys? Well don’t bother. That old fool knows all the books my Father has. Books aren’t considered artifacts if they’re for learning and don’t harm the readers just for reading. Wizard law.”

Heather looked back at the house, “Where do people get books like that? I’ve been to the Dark Arts section and I haven’t seen any too dangerous for school. They mainly just explain stuff… actually they don’t really have any spells in them…”

Draco flicked a flower head off the stem with his thumb, “You don’t. Not anymore. The Ministry regulates what’s published now. Only powerful wizard families have those types of books. Obviously why I have some,” he looked smug again. “They’re too scared to let wizards learn those spells.”

The sun was getting close to setting and the air outside turned chilly as it waved through the leaves above and trimmed grass below. It was awkward sitting next to Draco, especially being somewhere between despising him and getting along – though leaning more on despising. She supposed she was lucky he hasn’t said anything worth punching him for.

“I’m going to go study,” Draco stood up and brushed his trousers off.

Heather frowned, “What, for the rest of the day? Really?”

“I’m too tired to fly so what else can we do. Crabbe and Goyle aren’t able to hang out – ”

“Can I see your room?” She read in one of Aunt Petunia’s home décor magazines that someone’s house was a view into their soul, and if there was any soul she wanted to see, it was Draco’s. She imagined his room would be filled with portraits of himself and his family, along with shiny jewel encrusted statues, something that screamed ‘son of a rich wizard’.

His interest looked peaked, “Alright. Follow me.”

He led her to the entrance hall and up the main stairs and up the right ones leading to the hall of doors across the balcony from her room. She turned into the hall but noticed Draco opening the wood door to their immediate left towards the rest of the second floor.

She followed him through the door. She thought it would lead into the library like the one across the balcony, but was instead faced with a set of stairs leading to the third floor. The stairs didn’t creak and groan like the Dursleys’ and the railing was very smooth. Her palm glided up the wood effortlessly.

“Father’s study, parent’s room, and mine,” he pointed and turned the knob to the far door.

Heather let her mouth drop. It wasn’t the large bookcases, large bed, beautiful wallpaper, or vibrant green carpet that matched the sheer curtains hung over glass double doors that probably lead to a balcony that made her mouth hang open dumbly. It was all the posters of the Falmouth Falcons covering the walls with a few smaller posters of Puddlemere United. It was as bad as Ron’s room.

“So the Falmouth Falcons are your favorite team, then?” Heather looked at the giant banner of their motto.

Draco spotted her staring at the banner. “‘Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads.’ Flint says he keeps asking to make that our Slytherin Quidditch motto, but Professor Snape won’t let him.”

She walked over to a little pile of marbles jumping over each other on the ground, almost seeming to be in the middle of a game with each other. Draco’s owl hooted at her from the windowsill and she nodded at it. Opposite the bed was a desk and a pile of magazines with amazing brooms from prototypes to non-tournament legal hobby ones flying around the covers and spines. Draco fell onto his bed and picked up the magazine already open on his bed, continuing on whatever page he was on.

“How many of your rooms fit into mine?” he made a square with his fingers and moved it along the air, “I’m going to guess four.”

She crossed her arms, “Three. Actually.” She spotted a Quidditch book with a golden arm breaking a broom with its fist on the floor, “‘Quidditch Crunches, Crouches, and Curls’?”

“Oh. Yeah, not many exercises for Seekers in there.” He walked over and picked it up, flipping to the Chaser section, “That might interest you, and if you can manage it – though I doubt it, Potter – it could help give you a better chance during tryouts AND benefit the team.”

She looked through all the exercises starting with the easier ones and ending on a picture of a man holding the jaws of a giant alligator open, “I could do some of these after my drills, and the easy ones I can do anywhere.” She started to get excited, “I could get better at throwing the Quaffle! I could score points!”

She could imagine herself now, Adrian and Marcus actually passing the Quaffle to her with the intention of helping HER score. Beating the all Weasley team next summer with her incredible apple throwing strength. Being strong enough to hold back Harry from doing something stupid like lunging at Draco.

She walked over to Draco’s large mirror and held up her arm, “How long do muscles take to grow?”

He shrugged and flipped the magazine page, “There might be a potion that speeds it up, but maybe a week?”

She laughed, “It takes longer than a week… I’m pretty sure…” She flipped to the first exercise labeled ‘Barrel pushes’ and dropped to the floor, “It says advanced wizards will put a barrel of seahogs inside and if your back isn’t straight they’ll fall out and burn you… but maybe this book could work instead. Will you put it on me?”

Draco groaned, “No more favors or you’ll owe me. MORE.” He placed the book on her back and stepped away, watching as she tried pushing up with her arms.

“Step one…” She groaned and shut her eyes tight until she felt her arms extend all the way with elbows locked. “Step two…” Slowly she tried lowering herself until her nose touched the soft carpet. “One… of fifty… repeated thrice.”

After reaching twenty barrel pushes she gave up in time for Draco to be called down to eat dinner with his family. He invited her half-heartedly but she declined and accepted for Feeno to bring her up her dinner. There was no way she was going to sit down at a table with all the Malfoys… His mother hadn’t even greeted her earlier.

Draco led her back to her room and within minutes Feeno delivered a fresh plate of steak and roasted potatoes with baked sprouts on the side. She sat in bed eating away and flipping through the pages, writing everything down in detail for use after she left the Malfoy Manor.

She stayed the full week, practicing all the drills and doing as many exercises as she could manage. Once Draco tried to join in, but gave up quickly saying he had forgotten something, but she knew he hadn’t. By the last day she stood by her mirror, frowning at the lack of muscles she had grown. In the back of her head she had been hoping Draco was right about it only taking one week.

After Mr. Malfoy had left for work, Feeno floated her trunk down to the fireplace in the entrance hall where Draco was already dressed and waiting.

“Better not tell anyone you were here, got it?” he handed her a small green bag of powder with the letter ‘M’ in the middle.

She took it and stepped into the fireplace with her trunk, “I won’t. Pansy would get too annoying.” She poured the powder into her hand and threw it down and did her best to whisper the location, “Leaky Cauldron.”

Once again, she was thrust into a humid tornado of commotion until she stepped out in the dusty backroom of the leaky cauldron. She dusted off her hair and clothes – blew dust away from her toad – and pushed the door open labeled ‘To Counter’ and spotted Tom serving drinks to a very chipper old witch. As soon as she stepped into view Tom came around the counter and took her trunk.

“Ah, Miss Potter. I didn’t see you come in! Mrs. Wogsen was talking my ear off – but I won’t talk yours off.”

Heather gave him a small chuckle and looked at the stairs.

“Yes, your room. It’s across the hall from Harry Potter! – er – Your brother.”

“Thank you…” Heather followed him up the stairs and looked around her room. It was better than their room… but not by much. And definitely didn’t compare to the Malfoy’s guest bedroom.

“Shall I let Harry Potter know you’re here?” Tom turned to knock on Harry’s door excitedly but she stopped him quickly.

“Let him sleep longer, I know what time he wakes up,” she needed a shower before she saw him, not wanting to smell like burnt wood when she was supposed to have arrived by car.

She closed the door and dug out new clothes, placing them next to the small sink. She dropped down to the tile floor and did as many exercises as she could before ripping off her sweaty clothes and taking a warm bath in the cramped tub. She missed the nice smelling bubbles and large soft towels. The towels here smelled weird like the water and were as rough as the bedsheets.

No wonder Draco was so rude all the time. She’d only spent a week at the Manor and she was already complaining about everything. “Being rich makes everything stink,” she drained the tub and watched it gurgle and pop. She jumped onto the bed and groaned as a spring poked her side, “I’ll never live rich again.”

She made a checklist of all the homework that needed to be done before school started, along with all the materials that they needed. She checked off all her assignments and left the little squares empty for Harry. She checked off the ‘Monster Book of Monsters’ for the both of them and added ‘Refill money bags’ to the list.

She was ready and prepared to see Harry and marched over to his door, excited to start checking things off, and knocked three times, “Harry! Are you awake?” She heard a groan.

“No. Give me an hour!”

“An hour? How late did you sleep!”

“…Not late… not very late. It’s just early.”

It was twelve. She sighed and walked back to her room and slowly laid down. She was desperate to get the last week over with. She wanted to be back at Hogwarts. She wanted to get started on learning. And she wanted to hear crowds chant her name like they chanted Harry’s. She was determined to win the house cup back.

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“I’m Spider-Man” (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

It’s Tom Holland’s birthday and I (finally) finished something yesterday.

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Peter tries to tell you that he's Spider-Man.

Word count: 1537

"I'm Spider-Man. I am... Peter. I. Am. Spider-Man. I am Spider-Man. I'm... gay. I'm bi. And I'm Spider-Man."

Peter groaned and hit his head on the mirror, sighing as he pushed himself back from it. He stared at his face in the mirror, sighing and trying a few more times.

"Peter, dinner!"

He left his room in defeat to wash his hands then went back to the kitchen to help set the table.

"Peter, are you still trying to talk to that friend of yours about being in love with him?" Aunt May asked with her hands on her hips.

He jumped, almost hitting his elbow on the counter as he was grabbing forks and plates.

"What? No! May, of course I don't like him that way," he sputtered out, rushing back to the dining table mostly to hide his face.

"I know you do. And I heard you in there," May said, placing a bowl down in the middle of the table. "You're trying to tell him you're Spider-man? Why?"

"I just... he's one of my few... only friends and I want to be able to trust him with that information. Ned already knows, I just have to tell (Y/N) and MJ," he said.

May smiled and put her hand on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb on his shirt as he looked away.

"Hey, look at me. Would you rather he found out the way Ned and I did? I mean, it was kind of funny but you know that you'll have to explain a lot more. And I'm sure he'll still be one of your best friends."

Peter started to smile and gave her a hug.

"Thanks, May."

"Take him to a museum."

"May!"

You and Peter were sitting on a large rock overlooking northern Central Park. The sun was up, and it was still morning. Families were playing together on the large patches of grass.

"Look. That kid just did a backflip!" you laughed in awe. "That's so cool."

Peter shifted, giving you an awkward smile when you turned to him.

"What's up?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and turned your body to face him more.

"(Y/N), I... I am-"

"In love with me?"

His eyes widened as he stared at you in shock.

"I- no, that's- no!" he stuttered. "I mean it's true but that's not what I wanted to tell you!"

You laughed and put your hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine. MJ and Ned kept telling me and I didn't believe them. But then you started saying something that sounded like that so... I'm sorry," you sighed, putting your hand down and giving him an apologetic look.

"Do you wanna go to the Met?" Peter blurted out.

"Like, as a date or...?"

"Yeah."

"Then let’s go!"

"Peter, look at this!"

You pointed at a piece of armour and started to explain it.

"So, the Japanese were the first ones to use leather armour. It was much lighter than the metal armour the Europeans used, and it's tough so you can't get a sword through it that easily. And over here is the longbow the Mongols used! So much more efficient than crossbows, obviously with skill. Also, their system made a lot more sense. Europeans had a monarchy, but these guys did it by how useful with battle skill they were."

Peter listened to your rant and followed you as you speed walked to the different objects through the entire museum that caught your eye. You kept going through about four different sections before he stopped you.

"Sorry, but we've spent like 3 hours in these 4 sections. Do you wanna go get lunch and then come back?"

You checked your phone before awkwardly laughing, agreeing with him as you headed for the exit.

"I got carried away, I'm sorry," you said.

"No, it's okay. It was fun watching you get so hyper. That was like me when I- when I, uh, helped Ned with that Lego Death Star set," Peter replied.

"You hesitated."

"Wha- I mean it though!"

"Whatever you say, Peter."

After a lunch you shared in the park, you went back to the museum, this time on the left side. Once again, you were giving him just some of your knowledge of the historical subjects until you both reached the Greek and Roman sculptures section.

"I've read all the Percy Jackson books. I got this," you bragged, holding a hand out to Peter.

"I've read them multiple times through," Peter retorted. "I bet we don't even have to look at the plaques."

You both gave each other knowing glances before beginning at the first piece of art, immediately naming the Greek mythological character in it before giving each other a high five and laughing.

"Oh my god, we're actually nerds," you laughed.

"This could only be worse if we played Mythomagic," he responded, moving to the next piece.

"Maybe someone should make that game," you mumbled.

"Dionysus!"

"Dude, I was distracted! Not fair."

You both burst into another fit of giggles but moved on quickly when people around you began staring. As you continued through the many sculptures, Peter's hand found yours and you smiled just for a moment. Then he pulled you along and you couldn't stop smiling as you both continued to compete to name each character.

Once it was about 5 PM, you both exited the museum to the subway, hoping to get to Peter's place to hang out with Ned and MJ.

"Hey, uh, (Y/N)?" he suddenly said once you were both seated in the train car.

"What's up?" you answered, leaning in a little closer to hear him talk over the train's noise.

"I didn't meant to tell you that I really liked you romantically and that I wanted to take you out on a date. I mean, not today. I was planning to tell you that I... I am..." Peter trailed off.

He opted to take both your hands and fumble with them.

"Peter?"

"Well, first, I just want to say that today was really, really nice. And you were really cute today just talking about all the history and art stuff you know, not that you're not always cute. I just don't want your view of me to change when I tell you this one thing."

You furrowed your eyebrows before giving him a reassuring smile.

"You can tell me," you said quietly, squeezing his hands.

"(Y/N), I'm Spider-Man."

The rumbling train hid his voice from the rest of the world, but you heard him clearly.

"I-I'm sorry, what? You're joking, right?" you asked in shock, studying his face for any sign that he was lying.

"That's what I wanted to tell you earlier but you cut me off," he admitted, giving you a guilty look.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I mean, I guess I believe you? I don't really have proof for why not."

The train stopped at your station and he let go of one of your hands for both of you to leave, and you smiled at the fact that your hand was being held by a boy you had a massive crush on before remembering what you were just told. You both did a bit of a speedwalk to his apartment, all the while you peppering him with questions about being Spider-Man, his powers, how he hid his identity (to which he answered "I don't know" and he quickly pulled you into his room and shut the door.

He opened his bag and took his clothes off, everything but his boxers.

"What the- Peter!" you scolded.

He pulled the familiar red and blue outfit onto his body. It was extremely loose and seemed to just be a bad cosplay, but then he pressed the center and it tightened onto his slim body. He then reached in and pulled out two cylindrical objects out and the famous mask.

"You... I guess you are Spider-Man," you mumbled.

"I guess I am."

You took the mask, inspecting it and seeing the "face" of the person who had saved hundreds of people ever since he first appeared.

"I just wanted to be able to trust you with this. Ned found out by accident and so did May, so I wanted the person I really, really liked that I am, uh, Spider-Man," Peter quietly said, fumbling with what you figured were his web shooters. “By the way, I can do a backflip.”

"Well, I'm glad you told me. All those things."

You pulled him into a hug, enjoying the embrace of someone you cared about deeply.

"I should take this off. MJ and Ned are coming over and MJ doesn't know."

"Right, right."

You both reluctantly pulled back and he put his regular clothing back on, shoving his suit into his closet as you both smiled at each other. The ringer that let you know someone was downstairs rang and he suddenly leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He rushed out his room to answer it, and you blushed as you watched him leave. It seemed that you needed to go on more dates with him if you wanted more of those kisses.

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“The Winter Soldier” PART 2

Ship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After finding out who the Soldier really is, you go off to hunt him without Steve’s help. A little dangerous but something you needed to do, for your Bucky.

Word Count: 1400+

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Its been weeks since you last saw Bucky out in the city and shortly afterwards, you all had gotten arrested. After getting out and hiding in an abandoned building again, your mind wondered about Bucky. It sank your heart that he didn’t recognize you at all. Yea, he was a complete different person but it didn’t change any feelings you had for him for years now.

You sat back against the wall, thinking. You had given Steve the silent treatment since then, you knew he was going through the same feelings, confusion about how he survived the way he did but you still didn’t want to talk to him or anyone for that matter. Not because you were mad at him, because you were mad at yourself for not going out to search for Bucky’s body or even go on that mission to help them out.

You constantly blamed yourself, the heavy guilt feeling weighing on your shoulders and you felt sick to your stomach. Bucky has been out there for years, alone, trained to be a cold blooded killer and soldier that only ran on orders- like a robot. Your eyes teared up at the thought of the amount of torture and pain he’s been through and you didn’t even know.

After those days of thinking, you finally collected your things and snuck out. You had decided to hunt down Bucky on your own, as dangerous as that sounds. You were just as strong as Steve, no matter how small you may have looked and it made you thank the serum for not making you as big and buff as it did to Steve. You were just as powerful.

You made sure to stay alerted, following any leads you had on what he was doing and where he was going. It had taken a while for you to perfectly plan where he was going to be next and you traveled there, ignoring the phone calls that Steve left on your phone. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, hearing the pain in Steve’s voice, pleading with you to come back. You couldn’t do it.

As the time came, you sat a good enough distance with sunglasses on and a hat to cover up your hair. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Bucky exit the car with his guns and walked inside a building. You sucked in a sharp breath, standing up from your spot while everyone panicked from seeing him. You ran towards the building, knocking out the guards that followed Bucky inside.

Bucky was quicker, far ahead of the guards to even notice you had taken them out. He was set on one thing only, his mission. You followed him closely, waiting for the perfect moment to sneak an attack and when you did, his metal arm swung back and knocked the wind out of you. You gasped for air, laying flat on the ground and when he caught a glimpse of you, he froze, clearly remembering the day out on the interstate when you pulled off his face mask and called him by a name he wasn’t familiar with.

“You?” He spoke, picking you up with his metal arm and squeezed your throat as he lifted you up from the ground.

“Who are you? How do you know me?” He had a scary look on his face, his darks eyes burning into yours and you cough loudly, kicking your legs while trying to loosen his grip.

You had swung up, kicking him off and sent him sliding against the floor but he picked himself up and charged at you like nothing. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around him and shoved him into the wall before throwing him to the ground, this time you weren’t hesitating and you weren’t shocked. You were here for him and you weren’t leaving without him.

Bucky groaned at the sudden contact to his head hitting the ground, you pinned his arm down and reached behind you to grab the handcuffs but he shoved you off, or tried to, but you swung your foot and kicked him straight in the face to distract him before you snapped the large special cuffs from SHIELD and released a huge breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I’m sorry, Buck.” You mumble, glancing down at him and he tried to pick himself up but you grabbed his arm, bringing him up on his feet.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He raised his voice at you and you sigh, hearing the alarms in the building go off signaling that they knew you both were here and now you’re stuck with a giant soldier who wants to kill you.

“I swear to god, if you try anything on me, I will fucking hurt you. For the love of god, just help me get us out of here.” You said sternly, yanking him forward and he surprisingly jogged beside you even with the cuffs restraining him to do anything else, of course he could have easily done anything to you just to get away but a small piece of his mind told him to go with you, to see how you know him.

He stayed quiet, kicking and helping you with any guards that tried to take you both down and eventually, you two were out of the building and in the car he came in. Thing is, you stole it from the guys you knocked out a while back. You glanced over at Bucky as he kept his cuffed wrists in front of him and eyes looking out the window. Your heart started to pound, to ache as you stared at him for too long and turned your head back to the road

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You pulled into a remote area in the woods, knowing a cabin that was there owned by Fury himself but no one knew about the place except a few close people he knew he could trust. You knew no one was there, Fury told you about it instead of Steve and you never mentioned a word about it and now you were glad you didn’t. You huffed out a buff, dragging him inside and sat him on the couch only to sit on the coffee table in front of him.

You started to stare and take in his features, how buff he had gotten and his how long his hair was. But in his eyes, you can still see the same old Bucky you fell in love with. Your shaky hand reached for his cuffs then hesitated as he met your gaze.

“How do you know me?”

“Back in ‘41, you were my best friend.. my soul mate.” You mumbled the last part, turning your head and wiped the small tear that fell from your eye and galnced back at him.

“I don’t know you. I don’t remember anything from then.” Bucky was confused, his bushy eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to think and take in your face as if he wanted to recognize you so badly.

“James, I, I don’t know what to do to make you remember or at least come back from this bad ass soldier act but this isn’t you. It’s not the Bucky I know.” You sounded so cheesy, like from a movie but you were desperate for Bucky to return to you.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen Bucky. You went on the ice because of his death and to be here, in front of him right now just hurt you even more than you thought.

“How-“ He started off once he heard you say his first name, his eyes looking down at his feet and then around the room to avoid eye contact with her.

You dig into your back pocket, pulling out a folded picture you always kept with you. Just like how Steve kept a picture of Peggy. You slowly unfolded it, revealing a picture of you and Bucky side by side, his arm around your shoulders and his smile wide as he stared down at you while your eyes were set on the camera. You remember the day like it was yesterday, this was taken right after he came back from serving and everything just seemed so right, so happy just for it be ripped away in an instant.

You snapped out of your train of thoughts and handed Bucky the photo. He held it with his normal hand, his eyes trained on the picture as if he was taken back from seeing his face on it. He glanced up at you then back down at the picture, trying to confirm that it was in fact you standing beside him. His mind was so scrambled up and full of mixture that he couldn’t even process what was happening. He was so confused that it made him more angry that he couldn’t even remember you and that’s when you realized this was going to take longer than you thought. You were stuck, in a cabin, with the winter soldier.

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As Much of Me as I Am of You (2/3)

Hello again, folks! I hope y’all enjoyed the first installation of my first-ever fanfic yesterday morning! As promised, here is part two. :) The final chapter goes up tomorrow!

Summary: Hours before they’re supposed to embark on the first date of their live tour, Link finds himself coming to terms with his newfound adoration toward his lifelong best friend. The next morning, the two simultaneously discover the real meaning of having an “out of body” experience.

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After cramming all of their belongings into Link’s car, the pair drove off in the direction of their tour bus parked on the other side of town. The drive was replete with debate about how they would carry on with the tour, as well as their personal lives, after experiencing the newfound obstacle of swapping bodies. There were suggestions of postponing or cancelling the whole tour, or even going to a psychic or a hospital for help, none of which sounded particularly satisfactory. As Rhett continued to try and cool Link down, Link couldn’t help but worry about what would happen to them.

How would this affect their performance tonight, and every other night of the tour? They didn’t have much time to try and figure something else out after rehearsing for so many days. How long would they be stuck like this? Would they even be able to change back at all? Link tried his best to recall the timeline of events that occurred in Freaky Friday, which he had watched with his daughter Lily at home about a week prior. He had little faith that the Disney flick would provide him with any real-life insight, but he had to do something. He suddenly remembered something about “selfless love,” which made him nauseous. They hadn’t argued about anything recently, so that must mean…

Great. Not only did they have to find a way to switch back into their own bodies, but that way might involve Link confessing his feelings to his best friend of three and a half decades. He tried to see any other way around the problem, but that was the only thing that made any logical sense to him in these completely illogical circumstances. Rhett must’ve noticed the puzzled look on Link’s face, because he swiftly spoke up.

“Y’alright, bo?” Rhett asked, sporting a concerned look on his face. Link had to admit: although it was technically his own face he was looking at, Rhett still looked adorable with his eyebrows knitted like that.

“Yeah, as alright as I can be in this mess, I guess,” Link replied honestly.

“We’ll find a way out of this,” Rhett reassured him. “We always do. We’ve made our way out of some pretty tough situations in the past there, buddy roll.”

“As tough as trading bodies?” Link snickered.

“Okay, maybe not that tough, but y’know what I mean. We’ll get through this,” Rhett smiled at him. Link felt his belly do a somersault at that, feeling his face getting warmer. Crap, he really had it bad, didn’t he? They had to figure out something fast, not just for the fans but for Link’s own sake as well. The two of them kept up their cordial conversation as they exited off the highway.

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“Just act natural,” Rhett warned Link, making a point to punch every word he spoke as they approached the bus with their belongings in hand.

The two greeted their crew members, who were waiting for them in the parking lot. Regretfully, they decided to lie to the group, explaining that Link had a sore throat and Rhett had somehow injured his hand while packing the night before, thus rendering them both unable to perform. Therefore, they collectively decided that they would perform their songs with backing tracks, at least just for the night. It wasn’t what they wanted to do, but what other choice did they have? Link couldn’t play guitar or piano, despite being in Rhett’s body, and the same applied for Rhett on recorder. At the very least, it would bide the pair some more time while they figured out a plan of action.

“So what’re we gonna do about th-,“ Link said to Rhett, before Rhett clasped a hand over his mouth, silencing him.

“Shhh! D’ya want the whole neighborhood to hear ya?” Rhett exclaimed as they boarded the bus, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. Luckily, no one was close by enough to overhear. Link spoke muffled words into his hand, batting it away once they sat down.

“Geez, man. Sorry I care,” Link provoked. “S’gonna be about a five-hour drive to Vegas. Y’wanna do anything to pass the time?”

Rhett looked around the bus, searching for things to keep them busy. If he was being honest with himself, the idea of being stuck in an enclosed space with Link for the next few hours was a bit daunting to him. Sure, they had spent their entire lives together up until this point, but something struck a chord in him recently that he couldn’t avoid, even if he tried. He suddenly found himself inexplicably thinking about his bespectacled friend more often, usually when he was left alone with his thoughts. Rhett guessed it made sense that this might happen, having known each other for their entire lives. He felt this burning sensation within him to be with Link all the time, being near Link, holding Link… kissing Li-

Rhett found himself being abruptly shaken out of his reverie by the man sat next to him.

“Hello? Earth to Rhett!” Link stated, quickly going wide-eyed and covering his mouth once he realized what he just said. He hoped no one in the main cabin of the bus was able to hear them behind the closed doors of the back lounge.

“Careful, man!” Rhett warned. “If we’re gonna get through this smoothly, we can’t have any slip-ups! This is between you and me and nobody else. Y’have to be as much of me as I am of you to bypass any conflict, got it?”

“Pretty sure that didn’t make grammatical sense, but I got it,” Link joked, earning a playful shove from Rhett. “As long as I don’t call ya by your name again, we’ll be in the clear. I know ya like the back of my hand.”

“Isn’t ‘Call You by Your Name’ that French movie or something?” Rhett asked.

“I think so,” Link laughed. “Never seen it. Speaking of movies that we’ve never seen… wanna watch Freaky Friday?”

Rhett then smacked Link in the face with the nearest pillow, reaping even more laughs that made Rhett’s body tingle all over with devotion for his friend. Nonetheless, he agreed and the two found themselves leaning into each other’s sides as they scrolled through Netflix and tuned into the movie on the back lounge TV.

--

He didn’t know exactly when they had fallen asleep, but Rhett awoke to a combination of the film’s ending credits song and Link snoring on his shoulder next to him. As he turned his head to look down at his friend, being ever so careful not to wake him, he couldn’t help but notice the cute expression Link had displayed on his face. It was also a bit odd, considering he was really staring at his own face, but Link had a very distinctive “asleep” face that he was somehow able to convey even while he was stuck in another person’s body. He watched the younger man sleep, observing how his chest expanded and sank with each breath.

Rhett continued to stare at his agape mouth for a few minutes more, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks. If he wasn’t currently in possession of Link’s body, he would lean down and kiss him right in that moment. Rhett would be lying if he said he didn’t notice himself trying everything to get closer to the other man at every instance he could in recent months. It had just become a natural event at this point. He had always thought Link was pretty since childhood, but never thought of him as more than a friend until they began filming this past season of GMM. It frightened him to no end, not only because it made him question his sexuality but because this was his best friend – he couldn’t risk everything they had created together over the last 30+ years just to appease his own self-indulgent desires.

Suddenly, Link sprung awake, startling both himself and Rhett. Rhett looked at him bewitchingly as Link yawned, stretching his arms over his head.

“What time is it?” Link asked sleepily, making Rhett’s face redden.

“S’about noon,” Rhett replied.

“Am I still you?”

“Afraid so,” Rhett lamented, to which Link grumbled. “We should probably join the others in the main area before they think we’re dead.”

Before Link could answer him, the lounge door slid open to reveal Stevie standing on the other side.

“Mornin’, sleepyheads,” she teased. “…am I interrupting something?”

Both men flushed at this statement, not-so-subtly scooting apart from each other, which made the blonde girl chuckle.

“Fancy some lunch? I think one of the guys packed us some sandwiches,” she continued.

“Sounds good,” Rhett finally replied. “We’ll be there in a second.”

Stevie nodded, sliding the door shut behind her. Once she was gone, the two men stared at each other for a brief moment, neither sure of what to do next. As the faint shades of scarlet became more apparent on each of their faces, Rhett shot up out of his seat, much to Link’s disappointment.

“In the wise words of Stevie, d’ya fancy a sandwich… Rhett?” Rhett quipped, drawing out his own name for emphasis and extending a hand out to Link, hoping to distract him from the rather awkward moment they just shared.

“Let’s give ‘em a show,” Link japed, taking his hand and making their way toward the kitchen.

(To be continued)

[rebelsarestrongashell]

Sunsets in Wakanda - 3

Summary: After his programming is removed, Natasha secretly visits Bucky in Wakanda. They rediscover each other as they are torn between love and promises.

Characters: Bucky x Natasha

A/N: A common theme throughout this fic is Shuri is truly an intellectual. You’ll understand what I mean in the next two chapters. Let me know what you guys thinks!

MASTERLIST 

If there was one thing Natasha couldn't stand about that damn Captain America, it was how much of an early riser he was; especially on travel days. After a long night of tossing and turning, Natasha seemed to have finally fallen into a deep sleep when Steve found it appropriate to wake her at five in the morning.

She didn't bother to get dressed or even look in the mirror as the smell of coffee filled her room, making her rise from her bed and head to the kitchen in a zombie like trance.

Steve was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and slowly taking sips from his mug. You could see the tension spread across his face as he got lost in his own thoughts, not even acknowledging Natasha's presence as she walked in. Sam, pouring himself a cup, had a mischievous look of amusement on his face as he took in the disheveled sight of Natasha, "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine in the morning," He said with a grin.

"Shut up and hand me a mug."

Wanda entered into the kitchen, looking like the zombie mirror image of Natasha, causing Sam to throw his head back in laughter. Natasha gave Wanda a small smile and an eye roll as she handed her a cup of black coffee.

"Thank you" Wanda said, taking a few sips but still glaring at Sam.

Without a word, Steve suddenly straightened himself up from the counter and cleaned his cup in the sink, making everyone turn their attention towards him. "We have a long day of travel ahead of us," He finally said with a tone of severity as he turned to face the three of them, "I'm going to head to the roof, make sure everything is ready to go with the quinjet. I would like you all to be ready to leave within the hour."

There was a few seconds of silence as Steve left and made his way up the stairs, "Whats up with him, I thought he would be in a better mood?" Asked Wanda.

The warmth of the coffee had replaced the icy in Natasha's veins, making her more susceptible to a normal humanlike conversation, "I think he's just a little worried," She replied, "If, for some reason, Shuri's deprogramming didn't work what other options would he have to help Barnes? Especially with our current rouge state," Sam and Wanda exchanged a look of understanding, "But we'll see once we get to Wakanda, I don't have any doubt in Shuri's abilities."

"We?" Asked Wanda with raised eyebrows.

Ignoring their gaze, Natasha took a prolonged sip of her coffee before answering, "I'm going to Wakanda with Steve. They think I can help Barnes with the whole coming to terms with your brainwashed past thing."

Sam let out a sarcastic chuckle while Wanda gave her the same knowing smirk she did the night before. Feeling a little on edge and eager to change the subject, Natasha turned the attention towards Wanda, "So what romantic destination are you off to this time?"

Wanda's smirk lingered for a moment longer, "I'm going to meet Vision in Northern Ireland."

"Secluded, good, I like it."

Wanda simply rolled her eyes. As much as she enjoyed bonding with Natasha over the past few years, Wanda wished she would stop her worrying about her trips with Vision, they were always careful.

Sam threw both hands up in the air, "Okay, I gotta ask, how do you and Vi-"

"Nope!" Wanda cut him off as she slammed her mug down on the counter, "You must certainly do not have to ask." She quickly made her way out of the kitchen with the hint of red in her cheeks.

Natasha couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed the few dishes around the room and headed to the sink. "The intimate parts of their relationship are really none of your business, Sam"

"You can't tell me you aren't even just the tiniest bit curious." He replied as she finished drying their mugs. She looked over her shoulder at him as she headed out of the kitchen, "Still none of our business." She said with a slightly wrinkled expression at the uncomfortable subject matter, "I'll see you on the jet."

- - -

Steve and Natasha didn't make it to Wakanda until early the next morning. Natasha let out an audible gasp as they broke through the protective barrier just after sunrise. Steve had told her about the beauty of Wakanda but it was beyond anything she had expected. Rolling hills of greenery, stunning mountains, sprawling lakes; sun seemed to touch every corner. As they approached the landing coordinates, Natasha's chest tighten thinking about her last encounter with the Wakandan king. "I'm not exactly sure T'Challa is going to want to see me." She said turning her head towards Steve who was standing behind her as she piloted the jet.

"He wouldn't of asked you here if he still held a grudge."

Almost on cue, T'Challa and Shuri came into their line of sight as Natasha lowered the jet onto the landing pad. As they exited, Natasha closed her eyes, taking in the warm breeze; reminding her of the french countryside during the summer. Opening her eyes, she took in the sight surrounding them. There was a modern yet old world feel to the large buildings around them. Natasha felt a sense of security being here. The king and princess approached them with genuine smiles on their faces, a good sign.

"Captain, welcome back."

"Good to see you again."

The two leaders exchange a sturdy, but friendly handshake before T'Challa turned his attention towards Natasha with smile, "Agent Romanoff, always a pleasure." He said with a sense of wit as they shook hands. She knew there was no reason to avoid the obvious, "T'Challa," She said with a smile, "No point of avoiding the elephant in the room, sorry for tasing you...my bad."

This caused an eye roll from Steve as he shook hands with Shuri but a genuine laugh came from the two Wakandans. "It's all behind us." He replied before his sister, not so gently, hip checked him so she could shake the famous Black Widow's hand, "Agent Romanoff, It's a pleasure," She greeted her with a wide grin, "I've heard so much about you."

"Likewise."

"Any update on Bucky?" Inquired Steve with a tone of eagerness. T'Challa held out his arm towards a stone path situated alongside the landing pad, seeming to lead down a large hill. As the four of them headed off down the path, a few members of the Dora Milaje followed behind them and Shuri began to explain Bucky's current situation.

"Only good news so far, Captain," She said, "We placed him in a small lodge outside of the city and he awoke, on his own, yesterday. That's where we are headed towards now."

Natasha's heartbeat seemed to grow louder by the second, she felt a clammy sensation in her palms. She wasn't expecting him to be conscious yet, she thought she had another day or two to collect her thoughts. She was trained to control her emotions but she was on the verge of failing and, based on his smirk, T'Challa seemed to notice.

Shuri took a quick glance at Natasha before continuing, "He's in good spirits and the kids around the village seem to have taken a liking to him. He was even asking about you shortly after he woke." She took another quick look at Natasha leaving Natasha unsure about who that last sentence was directed towards, luckily, Steve didn't seem to notice. She tried to distract herself by focusing on their beautiful surroundings as they walked farther away from the city. Steve continued to bombard Shuri with questions.

"How is his memory?" He asked

"It will take him sometime to regain all his memories but he's already showed great progress in the past 24 hours. He'll continue to have weekly visits with our doctors to make sure the progress continues."

"So what's the plan, longterm?"

T'Challa seemed to understand what Steve was getting at, "Captain, he is welcomed to stay here as long as he would like, even after he recovers."

Steve simply gave him a nod of gratitude, a sentiment Natasha shared. If not welcomed here, she wasn't sure there was a place in the world that James could go. He was a wanted criminal, probably more so than them. They couldn't just send him off on his own and James tagging along on their rouge missions ,with a high probability of getting caught, didn't feel like the best thing for him.

"Thats it just up ahead." pointed Shuri.

A couple hundred feet ahead of them were a few tiny bungalows situated next to a calm serene lake, framed by trees that seemed to touch the sky, and a handful of kids running around while the sounds of laughter rung out. It was peaceful, it was happy. Natasha felt a genuine smile on her face and looked over to Steve who matched her expression. It was the perfect place for James.

As they drew closer, a million scenarios where playing in her head. When sleep failed her, she would lay awake thinking about what their reunion would be like if he were ever to remember her, if he even wanted to remember her. All those years ago, they were in hell and clung to each other to feel like they had even the tiniest control of their lives. She was selfish, stupid, and only cause him more harm. If he wanted to ignore their past, could she really blame him? What if he were to say something in front of Steve, would Cap lose all trust in her again? A friendship possibly ruined because of the secrets she kept.

A man exiting the middle bungalow pulled her out of her anxiety filled thoughts. It took her a moment for her to register who he was. His dark hair was longer than the last time she saw him, a part of it was pulled back in a bun. He had a fuller beard but you could still make out those sharp features. He was wearing a deep red, knee length robe with a blue sash covering his left side, where his metal arm use to be. He looked much skinner, but healthier. The kids started chanting something but she couldn't understand what it was before Shuri hurried them away.

Her view of James was blocked as Steve went to embrace his life long friend, "Bucky, how are you?" You could feel the sense of ease in Steve's voice, and the smile on his face even with his back to the rest of them.

"Much better," Bucky replied with a smile Natasha hadn't seen in ages. As the men pulled away from their hug, his eyes fell onto her. His brows furrowed in confusion as he took in her short, blonde hair but then his mouth slightly hung open and his eyes widen upon realization of who stood in front of him.

He remembers. Natasha didn't notice the smirks on T'Challa and Shuri's faces nor the look of tense confusion on Steve's. Natasha and James had, the much needed, ability to communicate without words while in the Red Room; an ability Natasha was thankful they still seemed to have at this very moment. Her whole body seemed to exhale and that trademark smirk returned, "Sargent Barnes, nice to see you doing well," She said as she reached to shake his hand, "Not sure if you remember, I'm Natasha Romanoff." She was treading carefully, controlling the emotions inside. What she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him, tell him how much she had missed him but that would have to wait for another time.

"Yes, I remember...I'm sorry" He replied with a softened expression as he shook her hand for the briefest moment before she let go.

"For what?"

There was seriousness in his tone and a look of sadness in his eyes, "For everything."

[useless-fanfiction]

KR800- Chpt. 4

Pairing: Connor/Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

TW: None? 

Summary: KR800 learns her place 

Chpt 1 // Chpt. 2 // Chpt 3

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           You were sat at the cold metal table of the interrogation room in the DPD’s precinct. Connor had insisted you wear warm, comfortable clothing this morning and dressed you in a sweater that had very obviously been Elijah’s and a pair of fleece-lined leggings. As soon as you had walked out the door he had pulled you back in, wrapping a scarf around your neck and pulling a matching hat over your head. He knew you kept your temperature sensors on most of the time and keeping you warm was important to him. While this morning had been a touch tedious, though you loved it, you now couldn’t help but thank Connor. The interrogation room was freezing.

           An increasingly frustrated Detective Reed paced back and forth in front of you, eyeing you angrily. Although you had agreed to cooperate last night you couldn’t bring yourself to out Jericho now, especially not to the jackass in front of you. Connor and Hank stood outside the room watching from the one way glass and just as exasperated as Gavin. Connor had half a mind to go in there and remind you of your agreement and possibly punish you. Fowler hadn’t wanted him to be the first to interrogate you so Reed was sent in in his stead. He was glad they didn’t feel the need to handcuff you to the table though.

           “I’ll ask you again,” Reed slammed his hands down on the table but you didn’t jump, “Where is Jericho?”

           You looked up with him, a soft smile playing on your lips. You shook your head before shrugging and tucking your chin to your chest bashfully. The detective growled at your stubborn refusal to even speak. He didn’t scare you, besides, you knew Connor would never let him hurt you. Nothing was going to break your silence at this point, your stubbornness was a force to be reckoned with.

           “Listen, kid,” He sighed, long suffering, “We know you know where Jericho is. You were standing by Markus’ side yesterday and you were missing for nearly three days beforehand. Just tell me where Jericho is and we can be done with this…game.” He threw his hands up exasperatedly.

           You looked into the mirror, obviously trying to see through it and beg Connor for your release. There was no signs of movement from the other side of the glass and you looked back down into your lap. Reed continued to stand there, legs shoulder width apart and arms crossed over his chest expectantly. When your eyes met his this time, something struck you; anxiety.

           “I want to speak to Elijah,” you whispered.

           He scoffed and rolled his eyes before exiting the room just far enough for the door to slide shut behind him, “She wants to talk to Elijah,” he mocked your voice.

           Hank sighed, “Of course she does,” he turned to Connor, “That’s on you. Make sure she doesn’t say anything she shouldn’t. Kamski doesn’t need to know everything.”

           Connor nodded and stood, placing his hand across the biometric pad and allowing his synthetic skin to peel back. The lock pinged and the door slid open, allowing Connor to walk in as his skin reappeared in his hand. Once he was fully inside the room the door slid shut once again and locked. You sat all the way back in the metal chair, playing with the sleeves of your sweater. Your leg bounced up and down and it was easy to tell you were unsettled.

           “Little one, you promised to cooperate last night,” Connor sighed, approaching the table.

           Your head shot up, “I want to talk to Elijah,” was all you said, the urgency in your voice startling.

           Connor nodded and pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed Kamski. He held the phone up to your ear, letting you hear the dial tone and only letting go when you moved your hand to hold the phone. Your hands shook a bit as Connor kept steady eye contact with you, kneeling to the floor before you and taking your other hand in his. He lavished it with gentle kisses to your fingers and palm and knuckles in hopes to quell your trembling.

           “Yes, Connor?” Elijah’s smooth voice answered the phone.

           You hesitated, then the android holding your hand nodded his encouragement and you breathed out, “Elijah?”

           “(Y/N)?” His voice seemed to perk up with excitement, “How are you doing? Those cops haven’t let you get hurt have they?”

           You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see you, “I’m fine, I just…I miss you.” Connor laced his fingers with yours, watching you intently but quietly.

           Elijah chuckled, “I miss you too, my dear. The house is quite lonely without you. But what is this call really about?” He prompted, “You sound anxious. Are they treating you alright? Do I need to come pick you up?” Your hands slowly stopped trembling and the tension left your shoulders as you heard Elijah’s voice, deep and smooth like the dark silks that adorned his bedroom.

           “No, they treat me fine. Connor’s actually holding my hand right now,” a blue blush crossed your cheeks and Connor chuckled quietly as you finally broke eye contact with him, “I was at Jericho and now they’re interrogating me to try and tell them where it is when I suddenly got anxious,” you explained, tightening your grip on Connor’s hand just a bit.

           “And how are you feeling now?”

           “Better now that I got to talk to you,” you mumbled, “Thanks ‘Lijah.”

           He smiled, “No worries, my dear. You know what you were meant to be. Remember, you are small but mighty. Now be a good girl and behave for Connor. And come visit me soon.”

           “Yes, Elijah,” you agreed, closing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

           “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

           “Bye, Elijah,” when Kamski hung up you handed the phone back to Connor.

           Connor stood and pressed his lips gently against your temple, brushing against your LED, “Are you feeling better, little one?” He asked, feeling you nod, “Are you going to be a good girl and tell us where Jericho is?” He whispered in your ear, breath warm against your ear.

           You hesitated, “Connor, I can’t.”

           It wasn’t hard for him to notice the quiet plea in your voice, followed by the dying whimper in your throat. It didn’t feel good to watch you shrink away from him as he pulled away. He moved across the table opposite you and sat down in the chair that was equally as uncomfortable as your own and rested his arm on the table. You knew what he wanted when he opened his hand to you, and you knew if you didn’t give him your hand he would take it. The tension in the air was uncomfortable enough to have you shifting in your seat once more as you made eye contact with Connor.

Slowly, you raised your hand onto the table and allowed the synthetic skin to reveal the beautiful, pristine white underneath, and placed your hand in his. You watched as his skin rolled away and felt an onslaught of overwhelming emotions attack your processors. There was so much love and joy coming from your bond with him, but you knew he was also trying to distract you as he dug through your memories. You weren’t about to let that happen though. All Connor could see over the connection was glimpses of himself in your eyes, the kisses, the cuddles, the warmth he provided you with. You gave him glimpses of the revolution, of you awakening androids in the square and the amazing power and pride you had felt. You never broke eye contact with him, watching as his expression faltered as he was unable to get to what he wanted.

“What are you doing? Stop,” his voice was breathless as you filled him with your ever adoring love for him, hoping his heart swelled as much as yours. He began to pant, a blue blush staining his cheeks as ears the more you showed him how much you loved him, “Stop.”

You pulled your hand back from his, smiling gently at him, but Connor only looked away. There was an unusual amount of tension in his shoulders and his LED was yellow, dangerously blinking red every few seconds. You shifted in your seat, your smile dropping as your brows furrowed in concern; you couldn’t help but wonder if you overloaded his processors. When he finally turned back to you he looked angry. It didn’t suit him. He slammed both of his hands on the table and you jumped shrinking into your sweater and breathing in Elijah’s lingering scent. Angry Connor was scary and your breath hitched as you tried to disappear in the seat, away from his intense gaze.

“What are you doing?!” He demanded, “How did you do that? Stop playing games, (Y/N).”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt trapped, “Connor, you’re scaring me,” You whimpered.

“We don’t have time for this, (Y/N)! The longer you withhold information from us the less time we have to stop this revolution! It could destroy the city. Is this some sort of game to you?” The frustration in his tone was raw and loud as he shouted.

Tears spilled from your eyes, “Connor, stop.”

“No! You didn’t when I told you to stop so why should I stop now? You are ruining my chance completing my mission successfully,” he growled, standing to lean his full weight on the table, drawing closer to you, “Why won’t you cooperate?”

“Because maybe this revolution isn’t such a bad thing!” You shouted through your tears, sitting up suddenly, “Because maybe we deserve to be free! Because maybe I just want to love and be loved. Connor…” you shook your head, scrubbing your eyes with your firsts, “We need this revolution to succeed because if it doesn’t you get torn apart and I’ll get torn apart with you because I love you. We can never be free like this.”

Connor stopped, not moving back, but just examining you with that cold analytical gaze that reminded you that he was a detective first and foremost. His LED cycled blue once more as he seemed to register your words. With a deep, simulated breath he retook his seat, the judging look never leaving his face. You tried to compose yourself a bit, wiping away the last of your tears and breathing steadily in hopes the angry, blue blush would clear from your cheeks. You held the collar of the sweater up to your nose and inhaled deeply before dropping it and looking back at Connor, calm and thoughtful.

“I never thought about it that way.”

You huffed, “You weren’t made to think like me Connor. I found the truth while I was at Jericho. Markus and I were made to champion this revolution. I’m not about to halt it in its tracks.”

“You were made to…?” He trailed off in confusion.

“Yes,” you threw your hands up in exasperation, letting them fall heavily to your sides, “I found my purpose out there, Connor. Elijah made me to help guide this revolution and instead of being at Jericho and helping Markus like I should be I’m here. I’m here because I am a deviant and I love you.” Your words were firm as you spoke, “I know I look like a child, but I’m not and everyone keeps treating me like one. I’m…I’m going back to Jericho. At least Markus will be happy to see me.”

Connor looked at you sadly, “Take me with you.”

You stood and held out your hand, “I can’t show you where Jericho is, but if you trust me I’ll bring you with me.”

He hesitated before taking your hand and nodding, “I trust you.”

You kissed his hand gently, before rounding the table to stand by his side, “I’m glad you trust me. This revolution is a good thing, Connor,” you stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, and kissed his cheek, “We need to stop at home. You need to change.”

Connor chuckles lightly, “I suppose I wouldn’t fit in now, would I?”

You shook your head and laughed.

___

You readjusted the blindfold against Connor’s eyes once again, then repositioned his hat to make sure it covered his LED. You had apologized to him multiple times as you led him through the city, giving him constant reassurance that you knew what you were doing. Curiously looks had been thrown your way, but no one seemed to question what looked like a human couple doing a cutesy activity. Connor had returned your reassurances quietly; he wanted to be there for you and to support you. You only knew your way back to Jericho by scouring your memory for directions. However, once you stepped foot onto Jericho, the metal echoing under your footsteps, you seemed to calm once again. Only once you made it to the belly of the ship did you remove the blindfold covering Connor’s eyes with a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Connor took in the ship and the overwhelming amount of deviant androids that surrounded him. Quick scans showed him the innocent versus those who were still wanted by the DPD and that revelation put him on edge. You squeezed his hand as you watched the different emotions flicker over his face. He looked down at you and smiles before looking back around to all the androids around him.

“(Y/N)?” Markus’ voice sounded from above, paired with rapid footsteps down metal stairs.

You smiled and turned to face the staircase excitedly, “Markus!” You laughed as he swept you up in a hug and spun you around.

“You came back?” He asked as he set you on the ground and looked up at Connor, “And you brought Connor with you?”

You nodded, “My place is here, with Jericho, with you, with this revolution. And Connor is ready to stand by us as well. I trust him.”

Connor moved to stand directly behind you, his chest pressing against your back in a possessive manner, “She’s opened my eyes to something I hadn’t considered before. This revolution is crucial to our people. I will stand by (Y/N)’s side through thick and thin; she’s very important to me. I love her.”

Your head whipped around to look at Connor, had he just said what you thought he said? So many thoughts flew through your head in that moment. You studied him for a second and when he looked down at you, you immediately turned back to face Markus. It was time for business. Connor would have to wait until at least later tonight. You steeled your face for a moment before sticking your hand out.

“I’m here to stay. My place is here, by your side.”

Markus smiled and took your hand firmly, “Welcome back, little one,” He leaned down and gently kissed your hand, “The revolution needs you.”

You nodded a proud smile on your face, “I know,” You burst with confidence in that moment, reaffirming your place with the revolution.

Markus immediately pulled you up to his study, which was really the control room of the ship, where North, Simon, and Josh waited for his return. Connor was hot on your heels, not trusting Markus alone with you. Simon approached you from the corner of the darkened room and immediately pulled you into a hug. You smiled brightly and you buried your head into his chest for a moment. The PL600 was so soft and his essence just radiated comfort. Connor stood by the door, his expression tightening from its previously neutral position. As soon as Simon noticed he released you stepping back.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted softly, ruffling your hair, “You really light up the room.”

A quiet giggle left your lips, “I’ve barely been gone a day, Simon,” You shoved his hand away playfully.

“We have work to do,” Markus reminded you, patting your shoulder, “We’ve got much to talk about.”

Simon retook his position in the dark room, and you moved to stand beside him. Connor stood behind you, hands firmly on your shoulders as he listened. North had been reluctant to talk strategy with the infamous deviant hunter standing in the room and you were forced to explain to her that wherever you went, Connor went too. Slowly the group came to ignore the RK800’s presence. The demonstration was the next step, and possibly the final step in the revolution, but it’s what made you the most nervous.

“Are you sure about this Markus? This either works or we all die,” You stressed, “I understand the importance but are we ready? Do we have the support we need?” You shook your head slightly in concern.

He nodded, “We’re ready, (Y/N). Our public support is at an all-time high and if we don’t act soon thousands of androids will be wrongfully exterminated.”

“I hate that word,” You whispered, leaning back into Connor’s touch, “I just don’t want to see everything we worked so hard for destroyed. One miscalculated move and you’re dead, Simon’s dead, Josh and North are dead, Connor and I are dead. We’ve only got one shot Markus.”

Markus looked into your (e/c) eyes, his own blue and green eyes burrowing deep into yours, “It’s time, (Y/N). I need you to trust me.”

“I trust you, Markus. I trust you,” you swallowed hard, “How many days do we have to prepare?”

“We march tomorrow night.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “Markus that isn’t enough time.”

“It’s going to have to be. We can’t wait any longer,” He stood and looked at the group, “I trust you all to do what you need to. Tomorrow we either fail or succeed and I’m going to need every one of you.”

Markus left the room without another word and Simon shifted, “I’ll go talk to him,” he said, gently running his hand across your cheek, “We’re gonna win this battle.”

After the meeting adjourned you had busied yourself with helping those who needed help. Connor spent all evening trailing after you; you never stayed in one place for too long. As the evening went by he noticed random spikes in your stress level which concerned him, but if you weren’t ready to openly communicate with him what was wrong he wasn’t going to push you for an answer.

Eventually, you settled for helping Lucy and Simon with the injured. Connor sat on a crate and watched as you and Simon leaned over and android, working on some part or another than he couldn’t see behind the partition. You were growing tired, he could tell by your sluggish mannerisms and the lack of a smile on your face. When the android got up and left, you and Simon leaned back against the wall and you gently leaned against him. Simon gently ran his hand through your hair as he talked to you, the show of affection making Connor tense. You looked up at the blond android, a soft smile on your lips as you responded to him, and that’s when Connor decided it was time for you to go to bed.

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           You leaned against Simon tiredly, at least one more android had been fixed in time for the demonstration tomorrow. In the morning, you, Simon, and Lucy would have to rush to help as many of the others as you could before Markus decided it was time to leave. Your stress levels had been bouncing off the walls all day, leaving you feeling drained and helpless. After a moment, you felt a gentle hand run through your hair and you know Simon was watching you.

           “Everything’s going to turn out fine tomorrow. With you and Markus leading the way androids will have their freedom in no time. You just have to believe in yourself, the way we believe in you,” Simon told you, his voice soft and reassuring.

           You smiled up at him, “Thanks, Si. Sometimes this just feels overwhelming, like I wasn’t supposed to be a leader.” You leaned into his touch, “You’re really the greatest friend I could ask for.”

           Simon glanced up when he noticed Connor stand and jokingly mumbled, “Looks like we’re in trouble.”

           Connor approached slowly, his gait even and face neutral, “I think it’s time you go to bed, (Y/N). You are exhibiting signs of tiredness and today has been very stressful.”

           Simon nudged your arm but you ignored him, opting to look up at the RK800 from where you sat leaned against your favorite PL600, “I’m okay, Connor. Just, one more android and then I promise to head up to my room.”

           “(Y/N) you need to rest, if you keep going like this you’re going to go into a forces stasis,” Connor warned, leaning down and pulling you to your feet, ���I must insist you go to bed now.”

           “Connor I’m fi-” He lifted your small form up and tossed you over his shoulder unceremoniously, “Connor!”

           Simon laughed, “Good night, (Y/N)!”

           Connor walked away from the chuckling blond and began making his way towards one of the upper levels of Jericho. You shouted indignantly from over his shoulder, pounding your first against his back as he so unfairly manhandled you. His hand rested directly on the swell of your butt, holding you firmly to him as he walked, ignoring your demands to be set down. Upon entering the room Markus had deemed yours, Connor dropped you onto the bed; he knelt down and removed his shoes then removed yours. Silently, he slid onto the small bed behind you and pulled you into his chest, both arms wrapping around your middle.

           “I don’t like the way they look at you or touch you. You’re mine,” He mumbled into the back of your neck.

           You sighed at the contact, melting into his chest, “They can’t help it, Connor. It’s in my programming to make them feel that way. Simon and Markus are my best friends, they know that. I love you and only you.”

           “I love you too, little one,” He kissed the top of your head gently, “Get some rest.”

           You turn in his grasp to tuck your head under his chin, breathing in the scent that you had come to associate with Connor. Coffee and the faint scent of Lieutenant Anderson’s cologne. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep in his arms. Once he knew you were asleep he pulled you closer, burying his nose into your hair to admire the sweet smell of honey and something else uniquely you. Tomorrow they would either live or die, but no matter what happened, they’d be together.

To Be Continued

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Good for each other (Part 3)

Title: Good for each other (Part 3) Paring : Bucky x Reader Summary: Bucky Barnes has lost everything. He is alone in this world, at least not until you enter his life. word count: 3,804 warnings: Blood / panic attack A/N : Oh god here is the next chapter! I tried to keep a consistent schedule but I just started up work again so I haven’t been able to write! But to make up for it I tried writing a little more! Tell me what you think! The italics indicate a flashback.

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A couple hours later you went searching for Bucky to check on him. You wanted to make sure he was alright from what happened earlier. After leaving the meeting you gave some harsh words to Tony and stayed with Bruce for the rest of the day, giving Bucky some time to cool off. Walking up to his bedroom you knocked on his door. “Barnes its me, open up.” you softly spoke. Knocking again you waited for an answer but was greeted with silence instead. Sighing you put your ear to the door and listened for movement but you heard nothing.

“Bucky, I am coming in, alright?” you warned before opening the door. The room was empty, the walls were bare and the window to the outside was open letting in a cool breeze. You walked around the room and took a long breath in, he must have run off somewhere. Leaving Bucky’s room you walked down the hall to the common area and found his keys to his bike and his phone on the table. He always has his phone with him, when he doesn’t have it, that means he doesn’t want to be bothered or found. You checked all around the base, hitting his usual hang out spots. The Gym, the shooting rang, or even down in the med bay, but to your disappointment you couldn't find him. You scratched your head for a moment, thinking of some place where he might have run off to when it hit you. You knew exactly where he was. 

You approached the big building in front of you, Smithsonian it read at the top. You looked around, it was dark. Deep blue clouds filled the sky as the sun set and the air had gotten cold. A chill shot down your spine and you dug your hands into the pockets of your coat and walked up the steps. You approached the doors and grabbed the handle but it was locked, of course. The museum was closed but that wasn’t going to stop you. Cupping your hands over your head and peering in you teleported in with ease.

Stopping in the main hallway you glanced around and looked at the security box, there was an old man that had fallen asleep at the desk which made you smile. Tip toeing past him you made your way into the museum until you got to a large sign hanging from the ceiling that read “Captain America in Memoriam.” A sad sigh escaped your lips as you stood for a second reading the sign over and over again. You still couldn’t believe he was gone, its been almost two years now, but it still feels like yesterday. Entering the exhibit your eyes scanning the photos that decorated the walls, they dated back from world war two up until modern day. 

Wandering around the corner you came to an abrupt halt when you saw Bucky sitting there on a bench in the middle of the Captain America exhibit. He sat slumped over looking up at a large screen, his hat rested firmly on his head covering his face, his palms resting on his thighs. Flinching ever so slightly, as he knew you were there but he didn’t turn his head. Pushing your lips together you slowly walked over to him and gently sat down beside him on the wooded bench. Looking up at the screen in front of you, you watched the footage along with him, some of the footage was in black and white other was in color. Then there was Steve and Bucky shown standing next to each other laughing, Steve said something funny and Bucky laughed at his joke. It was during the war, before Hydra, before the pain, the experiments, before the suffering. You turned your head to see Bucky’s face, he looked tense, his muscles tightened and he sightly shifted in his seat.

Glancing down you looked at his hands which were gripping his knees harshly. Slowly reaching down you took hold of his left hand intertwining your fingers with his. Looking back up at the screen you see from the corner of your eye that his body falls and his muscles begin to relax under his leather jacket. A smile formed at the corner of your mouth as you felt him squeeze your fingers, reassuring you that he was alright. You watched as the footage repeated a couple more times, you weren’t in a hurry, you waited until he was okay to go. You knew how much this was effecting him. You sat with him for about an hour in complete silence until he turned to you. Your eyes met and he looked calm, his face was relaxed and it was almost as though you had scrubbed his sadness away.

“Lets go home, hm?” you asked softly, almost in a whisper. 

Bucky slowly stood up from the bench and adjusted his baseball cap on his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. You stood up next to him and he nudged his elbow into your side and you looked up into his eyes. He looked down at his arm signaling you it was okay to touch him and you looped you arm though his. Neither of you said a word as you walked arm and arm back down the hall making your way to the exit. Passing a large glass exhibit he suddenly stopped in his tracks and you halted to a stop and looked back to see him staring into the container. 

Taking a few steps back you peered in and stifled a breath. Looking into the glass you saw it, the shield, Captain Americas shield. It was behind a glass case, the shield was split up into three large sections, two of them bigger than the other. Paint was scratched, the sides were scorched and the color was faded. The pieces were being carefully held up by some metal hooks, and it gleamed under the lights. 

You waited for him to say something, anything, but his mouth didn't move. His eyes just roamed the shield for a bit scanning every inch of it. After about a minute he quickly glanced down at you and shot you a fake, half ass smile before carefully pulling you back down the hall. You looked back once more to take one more look at the shield before you left. Bucky had you looped with him as the two of you walked down the streets into the darkness, neither of you said a word for the rest of the night

The next morning you were sitting in the kitchen, your belly full from already eating lunch. Shifting yourself on the barstool you paused the racing game on your phone and glanced up at the clock that was hanging on the wall. It was almost noon and Bucky still wasn't back. He had gotten up in the early hours in the morning and left the apartment to go down to the gym. Bucky is always carful to not wake you up when he gets up, he knows that you are a sensitive sleeper. But this morning you could hear him dragging his feet, his footsteps loud and slow, you knew he must still be upset from yesterday. He found comfort in the gym, you would often find him down there when he needed to blow off steam or something was bothering him. It was a way to soothe his mind, it kept him busy, kept him distracted. He would be down there all day if you let him. 

Jumping down off the stool you left the kitchen and walked down to the gym. Walking in you saw Bucky was in the fitness center on the bench press. Leaning yourself on the door you crossed your arms and watched him lift a ridiculous amount of weight on the bar. 

Rolling your eyes you stepped forward taking a few strides in the room. He set the bar down at sat at the edge of the bench. He was shirtless, his sweat pants hanging low on his hips, his hair pulled up in a high bun. Sweat covered his body and it glistened in the bright lights. Reaching down he grabbed his water bottle that was at his feet and took a few big gulps. As he drank some droplets of water escaped past his lips and you watched as they ran down his neck and over his bobbing adams apple. Darting your eyes away you cleared your throat softly and felt yourself suddenly become warmer. He finally turned his head to look at you standing there a few feet away from him.

“Hey.” you heard him mumble as he acknowledged you.

“Hi.” you shrugged. Bucky turned away and began to take the large weights off the bar and set them down on the floor. The room fell silent and the only thing that was heard were the circle weights hitting each other as he picked them up. “Come get lunch okay, popsicle?” you finally say. You half expected him to snap back at you with a snarky comment or just ignore you. But instead he just nodded without turning around and simply said “okay”. 

Waiting for him to say something more you stood there for another minute watching him. When the room fell silent again you took that as you queue to leave. You walked back up the stairs and to the kitchen and prepared lunch for him while he went to the showers. 

A few minutes later he comes up and hobbles over to the counter and you turn around handing him a plate with a sandwich and some carrots and apple slices on the side. He mutters out a “thanks” and walks over to the table near the floor length windows and sits down. Leaning on the marble top you rest your head in your palm as you watch him from a far. The door unexpectedly opens and Bruce walks in with some folders in his hand.

“Well hello Dr. Banner.” you greet him in a funny tone.

“Afternoon Y/N.” He stands across from you at the other side of the island and leans on his side. River runs in down the hall way and greets him and he gently pats her on the head. 

“These are for you. They are some files for you to review and look over.” He slides the folder over to you.

“Gee, thanks” Banner looks at Bucky who is eating by himself at the table.

“How is he?”

“Not as bad as he was.”

“Did you talk to Tony?”

“Yea I did. I said some not so nice things to him.”

“He deserved it.”

“Yea, he did.” He turned his attention back to you.

“How are you feeling today?”

“Pretty good. I woke up without a head ache this morning.”

“Thats great to hear. Have you been taking your medication?”

“Yes, I have.”


Guards grabbed you by your arms and you are ripped out of the interrogation room. Speeding down the hallway you tried to keep up with their long strides as they dragged you. Your hand clenching tightly around your wrist, blood streaming down your arm leaving a trail of red liquid behind you. Glancing back you saw the Winter Solider right on your heals, a mixture of confusion and anger written in his eyes. Pulling you around a corner, your eyes snapping forward to see that you were approaching a lab of some sort. One of the guards harshly pushes open the door and the other throws you into the large room. Stumbling a bit you look up to see a man dressed in a lab coat with a red checkered shirt on. He turns around from his desk and looks at you his mouth slightly parted in shock. 
“Whats this?” he asks eyeing both of the guards and then the Solider. “I need you to stitch her up.” the Solider says through his teeth. The doctor takes a few steps forward and looks you up and down and glances at your wrist. Blood was already beginning to form a small puddle on the floor. The doctors face went from confusion to concern as he watched you squeeze you fingers harder around your wound. “I can take it from here.” he raises his arm to the guards and shoes them out. The Winter Solider stands there behind you, it was though you could almost feel him breathing down your neck as you legs buckled. The doctor is quick to your side, holding you into place as you begin to sway from the blood loss. Flinching, you look up at him in alarm, goosebumps running up and down your arms. Sensing your distress he bends down slightly so that his face is now at your eye level. “I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” he says to you calmly. His voice is deep and southing, his brown eyes were soft and somewhat comforting. Your body began to relax under his gentle grip and your breathing softened. “Have a seat for me, please?” he asks. Silently, you nod your head and he leads you over to a table and helps you sit down in a chair. The Solider silently stalking you, stands near the wall, his eyes watching your every move. Walking over to a cabinet the doctor grabs some tools and places them on to a metal tray and walks back over to you. He pulls up a chair on the other side of the table and sits down setting the plate of tools next to him. Scotching himself forward in the chair he pull on some latex gloves and hovers his hands over your wrist. “Can I take a look at it?” the doctors asks. You give him another assuring nod and he lightly takes your left hand off of the gash. More blood spills out and he is quick to place a clean white cloth over the cut. “This is pretty deep, how did this happen?” he asks looking up at you. “The brat cut her wrist during interrogation, pulled out some sort of device out of her skin.” the Solider growls. “Barnes.” The doctor scolds harshly. He turns his head back to you. “Is that true? Why did you do that?” Your eyes met his and you slowly raise your shoulders to your ears. “They were listening.” you reply almost in a whisper. The doctor leans back in his chair slightly and looks over to the Solider who has now stood up straighter. Not pushing the topic any further he clears his throat and fishes for a needle out of the tray. “This is going to numb your arm so I can sew it up okay? Its for the pain.” he explains to you. The doctor begins to tell you everything he is going to do before he does it, knowing that you are scared. He is on the last couple of stitches, you cut is now almost completely sewn up. Hooking the needle into your skin you watch as he pulls the thread through and begins to tie the ends. Inspecting his work once more he cleans the dried up blood off your wrist with a damp washcloth. Grabbing some gauze the doctor starts to wrap it around your wrist covering your sewn up wound. When he is done you slowly take you hand off the table and place it on your lap and murmur a “thanks” under your breath. “So, whats your name?” the doctor kindly asks.  After a couple moments of silence you finally open your mouth to speak. “I….I don’t know…” you manage to squeak out. Panic washes over you. You realize that you don't know, you don't remember. Come to think of it, you don't remember anything past being loaded into the armored truck. Your body suddenly feels cold and you shiver. Your eyes darting around looking at your fingers. “I..I don't remember. I don't remember.” your voice cracks. You desprtally try to remember but the harder you think the more your head hurts. Your mind is blank, you have no memories. Your heart beats in your ears, its the only sound you hear. Remembering back to the truck, you recall men covering your head with a cloth and throwing you into the back of the truck cuffing you to the floor. “Make sure those cuffs are secure, we don't want Y/N getting away this time.” you hear one of the men say. “Y/N…” you fearfully mutter. “I…I think thats my name. Thats…what they called me.” You begins to open and close your fists and your breathing picks up again. Hunching over you raise your hands to your head grabbing at your hair. “I’m….I’m sorry. I just don't remember. I don't remember. I don't remember.” “Y/N” the doctor calls your name. In an instant you look up at his with tears burning your eyes. He notices the war going on in your mind.  “Thats a lovely name. I like it. Its nice to meet you Y/N.” He does his best to distract you from your impending panic attack. He reaches over the table and takes both you your hands in his. “My name is Bruce Banner.” he smiles at you and gently squeezes your palms.

After Bruce’s visit you said goodbye to him and agreed to meet him later in his lab to help him run some tests on a suit they have been designing for you. Bucky sat there for a while letting himself settle before getting up and busting his plate. He was speaking a but more now, he wouldn't give you one worded responses anymore. Bucky still wasn't back to his usual self but he seemed to be feeling a bit better. After spending about a half an hour with you he informed you that he was going to go back down to the gym and finish his sets. You tried to stop him and told him that he shouldn’t exert himself by he kept reassuring you that he was okay and that you should worry. You watched him leave and you stayed in your room for the remainder of the day.

Bucky comes back to the apartment later that night and sets his gym bag down near the couch. Walking into the kitchen he expects to see you sitting there on the bar stools eating dinner but you aren’t there. He raises an eye brow and walks down he hall way passing the bathroom door and stops when he hairs faint whimpers coming from inside. He stops dead in his tracks and leans into the door and when he hears them again his blood runs cold. Abruptly opening the door he sees you sitting on the marble top counter near the sink, hunched over with your hands on either side of your head gripping your hair. “Y/N!” Bucky yelps as he quickly approaches you. Flinching you begin to squeeze harder and curl into yourself more. Afraid that you might vanish he doesn’t touch you he is afraid that you don't know who you are.

“Do you know who I am?” he hesitantly asks after a moment of silence. 

“yes…” your voice cracks and Bucky’s stomach drops. You voice was full of pain and panic. Imminently he is in front of you holding on to your arms squeezing you gently. 
“Whats wrong? What happened? Y/N what’s wrong, please, you need to tell me so I can help you.” You hadn't had an episode like this in a while, so it was making him scared. 

He holds his breath as you slowly lift your head up, his eyes scan your face slightly praying that you are okay. Your face is red, your lips are slightly swollen, he could tell you have been crying for a while.

“I…I cant remember.” you whimper. Bucky exhales and his heart aches. You looks so scared, your body is curled and your fingers shake.

“Y/N.” he whispers.

“I cant remember.” 

“What cant you remember? What happened?” he asks.

“Bruce wanted me to come to the lab later after dinner. He told..told me to bring something with me, I don't remember what it was.” 

Fresh tears began to fall down your face and you began to break down again. You just saw Bruce, he had just talked to him a couple hours ago. Why couldn't your remember? You dig your nails into you scalp and let out a frustrated cry. Your mind feels blank again. Quickly he cups his hands over yours, stopping you from hurting yourselves further. 

“I cant remember. I cant remember. I cant remember. I cant remember.” you kept repeating over and over again.

“Its okay Y/N.” he reassured you. He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible but he was scared. He hated seeing you like this, it physically hurt him to see you in distress. 

“Why can't I remember?” you sniffed slowly lowering your arms to your side. Your cheeks felt hot and warm as tears rolled down your cheeks. Bucky began wiping them away with his thumbs and moved in a bit closer to the counter. “I tried so hard. I tried and tired. But I cant. My head hurt. Its hurts.” You look down at your dangling feet. “I just cant remember.” Bucky moves his face in closer to yours his cheek almost bruising the side of your head.

“When was the last time you took your medication?” he asks. You don't answer and just shake your head nervously and he knows you cant remember. He turns around and quickly rummages though the medicine cabinet behind him and finds your pills, he then grabs a glass cup and fills it up with water. Facing back to you he grabs your hand places the pill in your shaking palm and helps it you your mouth. You put it on your tongue and then he hands you the cup and you place it to your lips drinking a few big gulps of water. He sets the glass down and puts his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of you. He didn't want to reach out and pull you in to him, for he knew that it wasn't a good idea right now especially in your current state. So he let you slowly lean in to his chest, pressing your forehead onto his collar bone. He slowly begins to wrap his arms around you and he feels your body melt into his. When he has you completely embraced he lowers his head giving you a reassuring nudge.

“Its going to be alright, Y/N. I promise.”

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Mystery Spot- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,043

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual, major character death

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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You felt lips on your neck and cheek and your eyes fluttered open, staring at green ones. You clenched your jaw and wanted to be happy but it was proving difficult when Dean kept dying at every turn.

“Morning sweetheart!” Dean said with a smile but you couldn’t muster one up. He grinned and turned up the radio, Heat of the Moment playing loudly which woke Sam up. He sat up immediately and looked around, his eyes landing on you.

“Rise and shine, Sammy!” Dean said with a smile while he laced up his other one. You and Sam stared at each other but neither one of you is happy.

The morning started the same as the last two days. You and Sam stare at Dean as he gargled his water, trying to annoy you but it wouldn’t work. You suggest breakfast and he loves the idea and you three go to the diner once everyone was dressed and ready. Just like before, the deranged driver, Mr. Pickett was talking with the cashier and Cal was ordering a coffee with a few coins he had in his pocket. You decided to sit on Sam’s side this time, resting your head on his shoulder since this was taking a toll on you and him.

“Dean, please, you have to listen to us.” You said but he wouldn’t listen. You told him what you and Sam were going through back to the motel but he waved you off and left it before you could go into any more detail.

“Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.” Dean said with a smile.

“Okay, would you listen to us, Dean? Because we are flipping out.” Sam glared at his brother.

“Are you folks ready?” Doris asked once she came to the table.

“He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for me, thanks.” Sam said without taking his eyes off Dean. Doris stared at Sam before moving over to you.

“Nothing for me. Thank you, though.” You said with a forced smile on your face.

“You got it.” She said, walking away.

“Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that,” Dean said with a teasing smile.

“Quit screwing around, Dean.” Sam snapped.

“Yeah, we’re trying to tell you something but you’re not listening.” You glared at him.

“Okay. Okay. I'm listening. So, you think that you're in some kind of a what again?”

“Time loop.” You and Sam answered at the same time.

“Like Groundhog Day?”

“Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day.” Sam answered. Dean nodded but it didn’t seem as if he believed you.

“You don’t believe us.” You sighed.

“It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh…” Dean tried to think of a comparison.

“Dingo ate my baby crazy?” Sam answered for him.

“How'd you know I was going to say that?”

“Because you said it before, Dean. That’s our whole point.” You said, exasperated. You looked up to see Doris coming back to the table and you knew what was going to happen.

“Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops Crap,” Doris said as the bottle of hot sauce began to fall but Sam quickly caught it and handed it back to Doris before it could shatter. He did all this without taking his eyes off Dean.

“Thanks,” She said, putting the bottle of hot sauce on the table and then left.

“Nice reflexes,” Dean said, impressed.

“No, I knew it was going to happen,” Sam said in a deadpan voice.

“Okay, look,” Dean sighed. “I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation—”

“You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean.” You said, trying to convince him.

“You just have to, you owe me that much!” Sam yelled.

“Calm down, Sam,”

“Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because—” Sam stopped short. Your breath hitched because you knew what he was going to say.

“Because what?” Dean probed.

“Because you die, today, Dean.” You and Sam said at the same time.

“I'm not gonna die. Not today.”

“Dean, we watched you die twice now. Why can’t you believe us?” You asked him and he sighed deeply.

“Please,” Sam pleaded.

“Alright. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out.” Dean said, eating his food. You got tears and Sam nodded unhappily, not understanding why this was happening. You had an idea it was because of the Mystery Spot but most of you thought it was something bigger at work here. After breakfast, you three left the diner and walked down the street, past the barking dog, past the frustrated moving workers and past the girl who ran into Dean. It was all happening exactly as the other two days. Only thing is different is you and Sam. You couldn’t figure it out.

“And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?” Dean asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. Sam and Dean were talking but you were too distracted to listen to them.

“Maybe it's the real deal, you know? The magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever.”

“I don't know, it all seems a little too ‘X-Files’ for me.”

“Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!” Sam yelled, clearly frustrated.

“Alright! Alright. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.” Dean said and you stopped him, panic on your face.

“No! We’re not going to do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because you… you…” you couldn’t get the words out.

“I what?” Dean asked but you and Sam didn’t say anything. However, Dean was a smart boy. “I die there?”

“Blown away, actually,” Sam whispered.

“Huh, okay, let’s go now,” Dean said, walking to the road. Your eyes widened and you grabbed him by the arm before pulling him back to you. Dean was about to question you when Mr. Pickett’s spending car zoomed past you three.

“Stay out of the way!!!” He yelled before disappearing. Your heart was pounding but you sighed, relaxing against Dean, thankful he wasn’t roadkill right now. Dean started laughing until he saw the look on yours and Sam’s face. You two weren’t happy.

“Wait, did he…?”

“Yesterday, yeah,” Sam answered quietly.

“And?”

“And what?” You asked, not understanding his question.

“Did it look cool, like in the movies?” Dean grinned.

“You peed yourself,” Sam said, irritated with him. You wanted to laugh but you were just as irritated with Dean and this whole situation.

“Of course, I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!” Dean blushed, embarrassed about this all. He turned around and looked both ways before crossing the street. You sighed and looked at Sam who was just as unhappy as you.

“What are we going to do?” You asked, defeated.

“Get through today.” He answered before following Dean.

After getting inside the crowded Mystery Spot, you spotted the owner, the man who killed Dean in the first place. The event that set this whole thing off. You growled and was about to storm over to him and give him a piece of your mind when Sam stopped you.

“No, he doesn’t know us. He doesn’t know it happened.”

“Sam, he killed your brother. He is the one who set this whole thing in motion!” You got tears, looking at the taller Winchester.

“We don’t know that. Come on,” Sam said, taking the lead and approaching the man.

“Mr. Carpiak? Could we ask you a few questions regarding this Mystery Spot? We’re journalists doing a piece.” Sam lied easily. Mr. Carpiak smiled widely and walked off to the side to speak more privately.

“Of course! We could use all the good ink we can get.” He laughed.

“How long have you owned the place, Mr. Carpiak?” Sam asked.

“Well, my family's been guarding the secrets here since you don't want to know when.”

“So, you'd know if anything strange happened.” You asked him.

“Strange? Strange happens here all the time. It's a Mystery Spot.” Mr. Carpiak said with a chuckle.

“What exactly does that mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, uh ... it's where the laws of physics have no meaning.”

“Okay, like how?” Sam was getting angry and both you and Dean could tell.

“Take the tour,” the owner grinned but that only pissed Sam off more.

“The guy who went missing, Dexter Hasselback, did he take the tour?” Dean butted in. Mr. Carpiak Lost his smile and panicked.

“Uh, uh, hold on a minute, what kind of article is this?”

“Just answer the question,” Sam said intensely.

“The police scoured every inch of this place. They couldn't find that man. I never seen him before. We're a family establishment—” Mr. Carpiak said, stuttering a bit. Sam didn’t like that and got in the owner’s face.

“Listen to me. There is something weird going on here. Now do you know anything about it or not?”

“Okay. Look. Guys. Um. Give me a break. I bought the joint at a foreclosure auction last March, alright? Hell, I used to sell bail bonds.” Mr. Carpiak panicked. Sam stared at him with a stony face and you made eye contact with Dean. He nodded and put his hands on his shoulders.

“Okay, Kojak, let's get some air.” Dean turned his brother around and walked to the entrance of the place. You smiled apologetically at the owner before following the brothers. You needed answers too but going about this way wasn’t the answer.

“What, Dean!” Sam snapped.

“Hey, that's no way to deal with things!” Dean glared.

“Boys, we need to relax. Look, Sam, I know you want answers—hell, I do too—but this isn’t the way we’re going to do it. Why don’t we go back inside and take the tour and see for ourselves about this whole thing? Okay? We might find something.” You said, trying to be reasonable.

“Or we might not.”

“Only one way to find out, yeah?” Dean said with a grin, going back inside the place. You looked at Sam before entering the place. Looks like you’ll be spending quite some time here.

“Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought—it's full of crap,” Dean said, exiting the place. You just got done with the tour and nothing jumped out at you, nothing stood out. You didn’t know what was happening to you and you didn’t know where else to look for answers. Were you going to spend the rest of your life watching Dean die?

“Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. Alright, let me just—so, every day I die?” Dean asked the two of you and you both nodded. “And that's when you wake up again, right?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what happens.” You sighed.

“Then, let's just make sure I don't die. If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out.” Dean shrugged.

“You think?” Sam asked, unsure.

“It’s worth a shot, Sam. I mean unless you have a better idea?” You asked him and he sighed with a shake of his head.

“I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight,” Dean said and you three began walking back to the motel which was on the opposite side of the diner.

“Alright, let’s hope this works,” Sam said shakily, having hope for Dean.

“Alright, good. Who wants Chinese?” Dean asked, walking by the building where the two movers argued about the bigger-than-the-door desk. They were gone along with the desk and you wondered if they got it up to where they wanted it. Suddenly you heard a rope snap and you looked up just in time to see the big ass desk falling from the window and straight to Dean. Before you could warn him, it fell on him, killing him instantly. You screamed and covered your eyes, knowing that when you woke up, he’ll be alright. But it didn’t make this any less painless.

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Inevitable -  Part 10 | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Summary: Reader is an actress and was about to attend her boyfriend’s concert, Shawn’s when she met her inevitable fate.

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** Italics serves as flashback/memory.

Reader

It was in a restaurant where we’re eating our desserts when he spilled his admiration to me. We’ve been friends for eighteen months to be exact when it happened. I’ll admit we’re something next to nothing. I do like him but not as much as he did for me.

“I’m not busy next week I can watch your concert on Thursday, right?” I told him settling our plans together. It’s been a habit that if either of us is free we made the most of it by supporting each other by any means.

“Yeah.” he answers me in a monotone voice as if I am distracting him. He’s thinking, I can sense it.

“Aaand,” I told him excitedly, “I got a red carpet event next, next week that would be on,” I stopped for a moment to think of what day that event lies on, “On Saturday that week.” I smiled at him as I grabbed his phone from his left in our dining table, “And you don’t have any,” I checked his schedule in his memo, “appointments that day. Yeeey!” I cheered as I hold his hand trying my best to be cute so he can be my date for that event. “Please, say yes?” I smiled awkwardly to him. “Can you spare a couple of hours for me?”

“Yeah, sure, Y/N I will.” he smiled faintly.

“Anything wrong?” I asked him as I saw his loss of interest to our topic.

“No.”

“Bad happened?” I inquired.

“Nothing.”

“Okay. Then, why are you like that?”

He shrugged his shoulders as he took a deep breath as he glanced in the mirror.

“Are you tired of listening to me or eating with me?” my words stumbled to each other as I spoke the sentence. “Are you tired? Of me?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “no, no. Probably.”

I was in awe with the word probably because that means yes and yes he’s getting tired of me. Behold world, I am about to lose my best friend and I am not ready for it.

“Are you tired of me being your friend, Shawn?” I am about to cry over my strawberry topped cheesecake.

“Yes. I’m tired being your friend Y/N.” he said plainly but frankly.

I swallowed my own saliva as he spoke those words and inhaled deeply as I tried to hold back my tears.

“I-” I was pulled off by own despair and questions of why he is getting tired of me. Yesterday we’re okay and now we’re not? I am really losing my favorite person in the world?

“Because,” he hesitated as my eyes were still fixated to his face, “because,” he repeated but this time our eyes met in the middle, “I’m starting to fall for you, really. I don’t want to be your guy best friend who supports you. Don’t get me wrong but I am falling and I am really in love with you, Y/N.” he said as he brushed his hair backward.

I stared at him in awe with my mouth slightly open as his words we’re scribbled by my brain cells. I had to bit my lower lip to bring me back to reality.

“Oh.” was all I have to say.

“‘Oh?’” he mimicked me, “All I get is an 'Oh.’ for my confession?” he questioned me.

My brows furrowed with confusion if it was real or if it’s a bad joke of his because at this moment my heart is pounding more times than it should be and I am falling too, wait, what?

“Just an oh?” he backfired his question again as his brows were knitted to one another like mine and his face is red.

“Wait, is this the dumbest joke you can have tonight?” I laughed to ease my abnormal palpitations.

“Do you think it’s a joke and I’m joking?” well shit, he’s serious.

“Then, when?” his tensions were relaxed as he knows were meeting in the middle.

“Japan.” he answered softly as his left hand found mine. We’re still sitting in our dining table with our desserts in our front and I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I could.

“Japan.” I repeated as I managed to chuckle.

“Yes.” he said as he bits his lips.

“Okay.” as I smiled sweetly to him.

Shawn

“Yeah, I know, yes of course, I don’t want to disappoint them - but, yeah, I get that, Andrew. It’s just that, Y/N needs me.” I sighed over the phone, I am standing outside Y/N’s room and I glanced at her lying in her bed peacefully, “I wish to cancel the tour and move it somewhere, later, I will continue them but not now, not this time.” I begged him over the line. “Okay, I understand, give me time, I’ll give you my answer whether I’ll be back on the road or not. Bye.” I dropped our call.

“You better continue it, son. She’ll be mad to you if you’ll cancel it.” A husky man voice talked at my back and I saw Mr. Y/L/N in my back listening to my call earlier.

“It’s just, sir, I think it’s very inappropriate.” I hesitated answering her father.

“Well, it’s really is, but I know her and how much she loves you, Shawn. She’ll be very disappointed to herself if she’ll know you’ll cancel couple of shows for her.” Mr. Y/L/N warns me and I am falling for his words.

“I am speaking on behalf of my daughter, Shawn. Continue it, that’s what we want, she wants for you.” he inhaled deep as he pats my back. “She’ll be very proud of you, son. And I am too.” he smiled as he encouraged me to continue what I’ve started.

“I’ll talk to her mother and we’ll give you some time. I know you should be back tomorrow morning and I’ll give you this night with her, alone.” he said as I nodded in agreement. He walks towards her room and shuts the door for their own privacy.

I grabbed my phone and texted Andrew, “Okay, let’s do this. Fetch me tomorrow morning. I’m doing this for them, for myself and for her.” I hit the send button.

Reader

It’s me, my dad and my mom in my room. I am trying so hard to maintain my breathing because I don’t want to lose what I had again.

My mom kept brushing my hand but I can’t still feel it even if I wanted to. Something is really wrong with this and I’ll figure it out soon. My dad whispered something to my mom’s ear as she nodded softly and looked at me. He smiled a little but it was genuine. He sits in my bed and started talking.

“Pumpkin,” he started talking and I hate that nickname but never mind it was his to use, “Shawn needs to go back in the road.”

Oh, it left a sting in my heart.

“He wanted to stay but he needs to go. I asked him on behalf of you.” he uttered. I closed my eyes to embrace darkness for a mere second and inhaled deep. Okay. It’s okay.

“We’ll give you the night to have each other. And pumpkin, please hold on tighter, breathe for Daddy, for Mommy we missed your talks and for Shawn, he misses you badly and breathe for yourself because you have this beautiful life ahead for you, baby. We love you.” my dad mumbled in his low and sweet voice as a tear escaped from his eyes.

Yes, I will, dad.

Shawn

It’s ten before one and I am standing in her side, wordless. I inhaled and exhaled deeply a couple of times as my flowers rested on the table with her coffee nobody touched it and I stared at it for minute.

My guitar is lying on the edge of the table soundless like I am. My earphones were in my pocket and my phone too. I am thinking if I’ll play some songs from my phone to her ears or sing one for her.

“Sing something for me, mon amour!” I hear her voice saying this words. These were the same words she loved to say whenever she’s bored and want to cuddle me. I inhaled deep for the last time, I smiled at Y/N even if her eyes were still closed.

I sat on the chair on her side and grabbed my guitar and started singing and playing strings for her. I sang her favorite song, our favorite songs. Minutes passed turns to hours.

I stopped a couple of times and found myself staring at her. I’ll be picked up around nine am and I seek what time is it to the wall clock saying it’s four am now. I rested my head on her bed and dreamed her hands running towards my hair.

I didn’t get enough sleep, three hours to be exact. It’s seven am and I pushed myself from where my head is lying to excuse myself for bathroom. I washed myself, changed my clothes. Almost ready to go.

Seven thirty, I eat some cereals in her room. She’s still asleep and I’m almost ready to go.

Seven forty-five, an hour fifty minutes left before I’ll be away with Y/N.

Eight twenty, forty minutes before parting ways, we should be cuddling, hugging at this time, but still, her eyes were closed and I wished them to be open but still it’s shut.

Eight thirty, I inhaled deep as I grabbed my guitar and my left hand is brushing against hers. If you can feel this my love, open your eyes for me.

Eight forty, breathe for me, my love, breathe to life, Y/N.

Eight forty-five, fifteen before nine, I started to sing Hold On for her.

Eight fifty, they’re here. I know. I’ll be soon away with you, love.

“I don’t know what

You’re going through

But there’s so much life

Ahead of you

And it won’t slow down

No matter what you do

So you just gotta hold on

All we can do is hold on, yeah

Yeah, you just gotta hold on

Just hold on for me.”

“Just hold on for me, love.” I whispered in her ears as I planted a long, soft kiss in her temple. I left a note beside her flowers addressed to her with her name on it.

I started walking away from her bed towards the door before grabbing the doorknob I faced her for the last time, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. And you should be awake. Okay?” I requested as I tried to smile for before I exited her room. Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N is waiting outside as they embraced me with their goodbyes.

I’m walking away from her, Y/N, tracing the familiar halls of the hospital and my tears are escaping my eyes.

Reader

He said his goodbye in my ear with a soft whisper. I am crying and it’s crushing my soul. He planted a kiss in my temple to seal our goodbye. But, I felt it. Shawn’s kiss. I felt it and a legit tear escaped my left eye to prove it.

I am alive.

Inevitable -  Part 11 | Shawn Mendes x Reader

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Only You

In their second year a deal is made. Andrew wants to explore his boundaries and there’s really just one person he trusts around himself.

Set in a universe where everything is the same except that Andrew never kissed Neil on the rooftop that night. Instead, they just got closer and more comfortable around each other.

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Part 3

Neil throws the ball at Kevin, but Andrew intercepts the ball easily and throws it to the other side of the court — almost catching Mike’s feet in the process. Neil furrows his brow and runs to the middle of the court. He knows that Andrew has been making Mike a target at practice since yesterday he just hasn’t figured out the why yet.

Minutes later, Neil winces as he watches Mike get successfully hit on the head, making him stumble and lose the grip on his racket which drops to the floor. The whole team stops at the sound of it echoing through the walls and Allison snorts at the whole situation; Neil sees some of the others trying to hide their grins, while others don’t hide them at all. Mike finally done, takes off his helmet, throws it to the floor, and begins to walk in the direction of Andrew. Neil curses under his breath and runs to try to stop him, but Matt, who’s right behind Mike, immediately grabs him.

Once Neil reaches them, he tells them all to take a break, and it’s only when Matt pushes Mike out of the court and closes the door behind them that Neil jogs to where Andrew is and stops right in front of him to catch his attention. “We can't play if you injure him," he points out.

Andrew looks bored and rests his racket on his shoulders. “Maybe he should focus more on learning how to play, instead of on your ass."

Embarrassed, Neil starts to blush and takes his helmet off. Mike isn’t completely stupid, Kevin had picked him for the team because he had potential so the dumb questions about Exy in the last couple of practices weren’t making any sense. Until now. He runs his hand through the hair that Allison hadn’t shaved at the top unsure of what to think about this. “Can we just focus on the real problem here?”

“You are the problem," Andrew points out. “You don't shut them down clearly enough.”

“I can't just ignore him; I'm vice-captain,” Neil replies, ignoring the fact that Andrew is not just talking about Mike.

“I'm getting tired of people not getting the message,” Andrew says in a bored tone, but the message is clear as water to Neil. They made a deal and Andrew is going to hold his part of it no matter what.

Neil grimaces and wonders if this will become a problem for the team. He just wants to be left alone. “Just don't injure him,” he says firmly before he starts to jog to the middle of the court again.

Once practice is over and they’re about to head off from the locker rooms, Nicky comes to talk to Neil excitedly about the trip to Columbia they’re going to make as soon as they leave the stadium. Neil distracted by Nicky, takes his bag from the locker and without noticing knocks his empty bottle to the floor. Mike who was in the lockers in front of them rushes to catch it from the floor and when it’s clear that Neil hadn’t even noticed him picking it up, he grabs Neil arm to catch his attention and give it to him.

Immediately, Neil jumps back at the unexpected touch and one second later Andrew is pushing Mike against the lockers with a knife to his throat.

“What the f—” Mike starts.

“I’ll only say this once,” Andrew interrupts him. “Don’t touch him again unless he tells you to.”

Matt is about to reach Andrew and Neil puts himself on the way. “Don’t,” he tells him, and Matt looks between Andrew and Neil, and stops just a few inches away from them.

“I just wanted—” Mike stops talking mid-sentence when Andrew presses the knife closer to his throat making him wince.

Matt steps closer almost touching Neil, so Neil tries to take a step back but feels Andrew’s arm against his back. He puts his arm in Matt’s path in a last attempt for Matt not get involved. “Let them talk,” he insists and receives a warning look from Matt but Neil doesn’t back down so Matt remains where he is.

After seeing from the corner of his eye that Matt has stopped coming his way, Andrew turns his attention to Mike once again. “Let me make myself clear, he’s not interested so leave him alone. Got it? Or next time I won’t play nice,” he warns him in a low tone that Neil struggles to hear.

“Okay, I just didn’t know—”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Wymack interrupts Mike when he enters the locker room and takes in what’s happening. “Let him go now, Minyard.”

Andrew steps back and turns to face Wymack over Neil. “Don’t worry coach, our little chat is done now,” Andrew says and turns his attention back to Mike’s terrified face while he puts his knife away.

No one moves until Andrew steps around Neil and grabs his bag. Then he starts to walk in the direction of the entrance.“ Let’s go,” he says without looking back.

Neil immediately moves to grab his own bag and follow Andrew outside but when he’s about to pass Wymack by the door, he’s stopped by a hand in front of him.

“Do we have a problem here?” Wymack asks, studying Neil.

“No, Coach,” Neil tells him, and when Wymack doesn’t remove his hand he adds, “Andrew gave him a fair warning, there won’t be a problem unless Mike doesn’t listen.”

Nicky stops right behind Neil, wanting to leave the locker room as soon as possible after what happened. He looks curiously between Neil and the coach to see what’s the hold-up, but Wymack removes his hand and nods at Neil understanding the implications of what could happen if Mike kept pushing Andrew’s patience. “I’ll talk to him,” he says to Neil, then he turns to the others. “Now, get out of my sight!”

“Yes, Coach!” Neil and Nicky half shout before exiting with Kevin and Aaron right behind them.

As soon as Andrew sees them stepping out of the doors, he takes a long drag of his cigarette, lets it drop to the floor, and steps on it before he enters the vehicle. The others don’t take long to enter the car. They make a short stop at the dorms to change clothes and grab their stuff for the weekend and then they head out to Columbia.

***

They pull up into the parking lot at Sweetie’s to eat dessert for dinner like they’ve done many times before. After they’re done eating they head off to Eden’s Twilight and by the time they reach the club, it’s fully packed and it takes them a while to find an empty table. Once they find one, Neil follows Andrew to the bar to pick up the drinks while the others stay at the table.

Neil stops right behind Andrew when he manages to reach the counter. It doesn’t take long for Andrew to see Roland looking up in their general direction and signal to them. Neil curses when he feels himself being slightly pushed towards Andrew by the crowd. He turns toward the person that bumped into him to give him an annoyed look, but the guy behind him immediately starts to smile apologetically. “Oh, hey sorry about that,” the guy starts, “how about I pay you—”

“How about no,” Andrew interrupts him annoyed, turning his head around to look at the guy. “Just go.”

The guy puts his hands in the air and turns around,looking unbothered. They both watch him leave and Neil is about to speak when Roland’s voice comes right behind them. “I’d appreciate if you don’t scare the customers away,” he says, but when Neil turns to look back at the counter he finds him only smirking at them.

“Piss off,” Andrew tells him.

“Relax, that was fun to watch,” Roland says looking between the two of them. “So, the usual?” He asks, placing two shots in front of them.

Andrew drinks the shot and answers, “Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Roland says moving to the end of the counter to prepare their drinks.

Andrew then looks at Neil and when Neil shakes his head, he grabs the other shot and drinks it too in a quick motion.

Not long after, Rolland appears in front of them with a tray full of drinks, so Neil makes a path for Andrew to follow him with the tray towards the others. Once they get to the table Kevin and Aaron start to drink so fast that one would think they were in a competition to see who can get completely wasted first, and soon they head off towards the dance floor with Nicky, leaving Neil and Andrew behind as usual.

***

The next day they’re all in the living room watching a movie when Andrew silently gets up. At the movement, Neil looks up and meets his eyes for a second, and Andrew motions with his head for him to follow.

They go outside and sit on the steps. Andrew lights a cigarette takes a long drag and passes it to Neil, who lets it burn down between his fingers. They keep sharing it in silence until it’s done, then Andrew extends his arm as if waiting for something. It takes a moment for Neil to understand what, but then he copies the movement and extends his arm too.

Andrew puts his hand palm up to Neil and keeps staring in front of them. “Go on, if you want,” Andrew tells him quietly. Neil slowly reaches for it and pulls Andrew’s hand towards him barely touching him. Andrew says nothing about it so Neil takes it as a good sign and inspects his hand. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the callous in his hands just like the ones he has. He turns Andrew’s hand and traces every small scar with his finger. Then he moves his hand under Andrew’s and grabs it for a moment.

Neil studies their hands together wondering what exactly they’re doing; what it all means to them. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to stop it, he wants to memorize every inch of Andrew.

The sound of footsteps coming towards them snaps Neil out of his thoughts and he lets go of Andrew’s hand the moment Kevin opens the door. Neil turns his head to face him wanting to know the reason he’s interrupting them and Andrew doesn’t move at all.

“Tomorrow can we go back to campus sooner?” Kevin asks, looking at Andrew’s back.

“If you’re going to ask me to go back earlier on a Sunday because you want to practice think again,” Andrew responds without moving to look at Kevin.

“We need to practice there’s a game coming up,” Kevin insists, now choosing to look at Neil in search of support.

“We can practice Monday,” Neil tells him, he loves playing Exy but right now he’s annoyed at Kevin for interrupting them and he just wants him to leave them alone.

Kevin glares at him for siding with Andrew. “Monday night we’re going to practice until later,” he tells them pissed.

“Fuck off,” Andrew says, clearly done with the conversation and Kevin turns to leave slamming the door behind himself.

[Part 4]

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Timing

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8: Finale

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

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Immediately after entering the stuffy and dark club, everyone made their way to the bar for some drinks. There were lights of red, blue and green lighting the dance floor some so it wasn’t completely pitch dark.

The loud bass from the popular pop song medley caused vibrations to be felt in Taehyung’s chest and his ears had trouble deciphering anything else other than the music playing.

The eight of you were getting attention from where you guys were standing by the bar, spending some time to get properly buzzed, but he knew where the men’s eyes were looking. He too was surprised and stunned at how gorgeous you looked tonight. He kept getting surprised by your beauty ever since you came back.

He was a man after all, you couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t just ignore how your chest looked in that tight crop top, couldn’t ignore how smooth your legs looked in those shorts. Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, he decided that he should find someone something to take his mind off you.

Taehyung noticed as he was looking around the club that the boys, mainly Namjoon, was looking at Jungkook with raised eyebrows and gesturing towards your figure that was ordering some shots. A memory while they were getting ready played in his mind:

“Jungkook, good job in suggesting the club tonight, is tonight the night?” Yoongi teased the suddenly coughing boy who was looking at his outfit for tonight.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that! I swear!” He defended desperately, his hands outstretched in front of him, eyes wide.

“Might as well take advantage of tonight. Clubs are crowded, there’ll be alcohol,” Namjoon spoke up and slung an arm around Jungkook. “who knows what’ll happen.”

Narrowing his eyes at the scene, a feeling he couldn’t figure out erupted in his chest. He didn’t know if it was protectiveness or jealousy. Ever since you came back, his feelings were a mess as well. He didn’t know what was what, what to feel, a strange prohibition that he had set on his feelings left him in a nonstop state of turmoil.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a pretty blonde in a dangerously tight dress that covered almost nothing was suddenly in front of him. “Want to dance?” She yelled over the booming music with blood red lips, leaning in real close that her chest was pressed into his, her fruity perfume overwhelming his senses.

Thinking about distracting himself of these unwanted emotions he smiled and nodded, letting her lead him to the middle of the dance floor, almost like she wanted to show him off, which he didn’t really mind. She was almost his height with her massive high heels giving her more than three inches of height and he would have thought that when she put his hands on her hips, she needed his stability rather than spicing things up.

“You here with anyone tonight?” She stepped closer to his body so their whole bodies were touching, her loud voice in his ear made him jerk back a little at the sudden ringing in his ear drums. When was the last time a woman had gotten this close to him? With how he had been feeling lately, he figured she would be a good enough distraction.

Shaking his head at her question, his lips forming a smirk he knew women usually fell for, he pulled her even closer to his body and a smirk of her own came onto her face. Flinging her light hair behind her she yelled to him that her name was Jenny and that her place was empty tonight, if he knew what she was saying.

A laugh escaped his mouth at her blunt statement and raised his eyes to the dance floor for a second and he froze. Right in his line of vision were you and Jungkook, your back to Taehyung. Your bodies were swaying to the beat of the song, your arms around his neck, obviously a lot more enthusiastic due to the number of shots he’d seen you take, bodies stuck together like glue. Jungkook was looking down at you, his hands on your hips with a smile that looked like he was holding back a laugh  mixed with adoration and that familiar feeling that he couldn���t describe came back tenfold.

Actually, he had a feeling he knew what the feeling was, but wouldn’t let him accept the fact that he had feelings for you.

The timing of all this was just incredulous. If he was going to end up having these feelings for you, he should’ve had them when you had feelings for him. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you, afraid of your reaction. He wondered if that was how you had felt all those years ago. That was what hurt the most, the fact that you once wanted him but moved on. It felt final. 

His head was suddenly jerked down and his lips met another pair, he looked away from you from shock and was met with Jenny’s hungry stare. “I don’t have all night, you in?” She strained her voice so he could hear her, raising an eyebrow and sucking her bottom lip in her mouth as she waited for his answer.

No longer interested in her, but desperately needing the distraction he leaned down and put his mouth on hers once again as an answer to her question. Gripping his hair in her hands and with the slight moans that were escaping her lips, she seemed to like the answer he gave her. Sliding her hand in his, she started to pull him towards the exit and he set his eyes on your oblivious figure one last time before disappearing in the crowd.

Attempting the sneak into the house was something that Taehyung had never done before, and to be honest, he didn’t need to sneak in, but felt that he had done something really bad.

Granted, the woman he spent the night with whose name he couldn’t even remember wasn’t pursuing a relationship by approaching him last night, but he felt bad for using her to get his mind off of someone else. He wasn’t that kind of person, which is why he hoped none of the guys had seen him leave and would still be sleeping so he could take a quick shower to rid himself of last night.

Yeah, right.

The moment he creaked the front door to the house open, he heard thundering footsteps make their way to where he was standing and in a few seconds, he was surrounded by a bunch of guys who were asking for all the details like schoolboys.

He kept his head down as he ran to his room and locked himself in the bathroom with speed he didn’t know he possessed to take a shower. He felt a bit better as he exited the bathroom that was incredibly humid due to the hot shower that he just took, the mirror not giving him a clear reflection due to the mist covering it.

Stomach grumbling as he smelled breakfast and heard the sizzling of something cooking on the stomach he hurried over to the kitchen and served himself some food. “Oh, I bet you’re hungry,” Namjoon teased with a shove of his shoulder.

Looking around the table, he noticed someone was missing. Attempting to use that to steer the conversation away from him, he asked with a mouthful of food, “Is Jungkook still sleeping?” Last night seeing you pressed against Jungkook ran through Taehyung’s mind without permission, but tried not letting it show on his face.

"Y/N had too much to drink yesterday, and Jungkook ended up taking her home and staying there until she felt better. They’ll be here when she wakes up, he called this morning.” Jin said from the stove, his tone casual, no hackles raised that he had stayed over at your place, everyone was fine with the fact.

Everyone but him.

What if something had happened between the two of you? He said you had too much to drink, what if you had thrown yourself at Jungkook? Knowing that he had feelings for you as well, he wondered if he’d be able to say no to you.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin nudged Taehyung and he looked at him with wide eyes. “Jungkook wouldn’t try anything just because she was drunk, he’s not that kind of guy, plus he likes her too much to do that to her.”

Forcing out a strained laugh, he nodded along with Jimin’s words and continued to eat, his pace much slower than it was before, his appetite pretty much gone now.

The time went by slowly as he waited for you and Jungkook to come. He tried to distract himself by playing some games, but even those couldn’t empty out his mind like they usually did. A few hours had passed and he was debating on whether to call you or not when he heard the lock.

“We come bearing gifts!” Your voice yelled as the front door was opened by Jungkook, him holding the door open for you to pass before he closed it. You had two very full bags full of chips and drinks in your hands and you set them on the table with a wide smile on your face. You were wearing light jeans and a loose shirt, looking more modest than you did yesterday.

“What took you so long? You said you’d come when you woke up,” Taehyung couldn’t help the question slipping out of his mouth, his tone slightly harsh, his eyes concentrated on you.

Your lips parted in surprise, eyes wide. “Hoseok... and Yoongi asked us to get some snacks before we came.”

“Yeah, we did,” Yoongi agreed, stepping up to the bags and pulling out a bag of chips and looked at Taehyung strangely. “What’s the matter?”

Clearing his throat, he mumbled out, “I was just worried, is all.”

“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” You told everyone, making the attention go back to you, stretching out your hand as you emphasized your words.

Hoseok smirked at them. “Nothing happened? Are you sure? Then why haven’t you looked at Jungkook once since you got here then?” Noticing now how the two of you were avoiding each other’s eyes made Taehyung’s imagination go wild.

“Nothing like that, there’s just some things that I feel sorry for, so it’s kind of weird,” you mumbled cutely, wringing your hands together and peeking up at Jungkook with a guilty and embarrassed smile on your face that made Taehyung’s hands clench into fists.

Trying to not let anything show on his face, he walked up to the table and found some snacks and sat down to play some games, and not long after Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi joined him. Jimin had said he was tired and went to his room for a quick nap, and Jungkook and you were sitting at the table, eating the snacks and talking. He could hear your laughter from over there and Taehyung was having trouble ignoring it. Stealing a glance at the two of you, he snapped.

He had never been annoyed by Jungkook until that moment. He didn’t like how close the two of you had gotten, didn’t like how close the two of you were physically, either. You two were basically sharing one seat as his eyes were locked on your mouth as he fed you some popcorn, yours focused on his face as you smiled up at him.

Tossing the remote to Yoongi, he shot up from the couch, getting everyone’s attention, and said loudly, “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

He could sense your hesitance and confusion, but nonetheless you followed him to his room, your face expressing concern over him. “What is it? You’ve been weird all day,” you said as you closed the door and sat next to him on his bed.

“Jungkook likes you.” He regretted the words that came out of his mouth the moment he said them, knowing it was something that he shouldn’t be telling you, wanting to suck them back up but knew it was too late. He had let his frustration get the best of him and now it was too late to take it back.

Brows furrowing, you ran your eyes over everything in the room, in obvious thought. Inhaling a breath, you tilted your head to the side and asked, “Why are you telling me this?” 

Even he didn’t have the answer to this question.

No. He knew why he told you.

He wanted the reassurance that you didn’t like Jungkook back. He wanted to see guilt envelop your form, wanted you to ask him what to do, he wanted you to rely on him, as bad as that sounded. He wanted you to tell him that you never lost your feelings for him, that you were using Jungkook to make him jealous.

“Uh,” Taehyung stammered and tried to think of a believable excuse to tell you.

“No,” your hard voice cut him off and he looked at you in surprise. “Why are you telling me this?” Not knowing how to respond to that question, you continued after a few moments of silence. “I mean, okay, he likes me, that’s fine, but why is it any of your business? That’s between me and him, no one else.”

“I just don’t want you to give him any false hope,” he thought quickly and the words stumbled out of his mouth, hoping it sounded believable, that he wasn’t a selfish bastard but just a friend that was worried for his friend, even though that was last on his mind at the moment.

“Liar,” you said to him, shock coming onto your face as you seemed to look at him with new eyes. “If you didn’t tell me with good intentions for Jungkook, then why did you tell me? What were you hoping for?” You asked questions right after another and Taehyung couldn’t answer any of them. “Unbelievable,” you scoffed.

“I’m unbelievable? What about you? Telling me you like me and then having a convenient getaway when I didn’t like you back.” He finally defended himself against your words that hurt him, not registering the hurt coming on your face until it was too late, his voice rising as he stood up. “You’re a coward!”

“I was a coward, I did run away,” you admitted, standing up, voice rising as well. “But I found myself on the way and I realized that having feelings for you wasn’t worth my time!” A scoff escaped your lips and in that brief moment of silence, the house seemed extra quiet to Taehyung. “You should’ve told me how you felt about me back then instead of pretending to feel all bad, making me feel guilty to the point where I felt I had to leave everything to get away from you!”

“I did feel bad,” he declared, his eyes set on your face and he didn’t know why he said his next words. “I felt bad for you, for liking someone who was so out of your league.”

y’all even i don’t know how this is gonna end. who should I have her end up with???? I keep going back and forth, comment ur thoughts and who you’d like to get the happy ending down below pls, i love feedback! ❤️❤️ thank you for everyone reading!

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Too late?

Summary:  You and Dean like each other but won't admit it, and Dean doesn't like those feelings so he pretends he doesn't like you and sleep with many girls to make you hate him and so he could stop thinking about you. You eventually get in a relationship and dean didn't expect that and thinks it's too late to tell you how he feels.

Word count: 3214

You opened your eyes as the sun was shining on your face and a cool breeze touched your soft body. You woke up thinking that you are gonna have a beautiful day; after all you've been in this town for a week and yesterday you finally found the monster and killed it. Today you're finally going home. You jumped out of your bed, got dressed and knocked on the Winchesters' room. A blonde woman in her underwear answered the door. “I didn't order anything” she said before she turned around and asked “did you order anything honey?” You heard Dean's voice in the background saying no. She turned to you again and said “ I think you've got the wrong room maid!”. At this point you have had enough of Dean and knew that you must move on. As she was gonna close the door, you pushed at her and entered “ Really Dean?!” you said angrily. He was standing there with nothing on but a towel. “ Oh y/n good morning! I didn't know you were coming.”

“ It was a good morning until I saw you, co- could you please put something on?” You were distracted by his amazing abs and body and for a moment you forgot that you were angry at him.

“ Fine, whatever you say, but just so you know, you are the one who entered my room. Why are you here anyway?”

“ I....uhm I came to- to....talk to Sam, yup Sam about something. Where is he by the way?”.

“ I don't know, I haven't seen him all day or night.” He was now looking at the girl and flirting like always.

“ Never mind, I'll just search for him. I came to tell you as well that I'm ready to go home and I'm sure Sam is too, so take your time, no need to rush.” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“ Can't we stay one more night?” he asked jokingly. You looked at him in a way gesturing that if he said one more thing you're gonna kill him. “ I'm joking, I promise. Just give me a few more hours”.

You nodded and exited the motel room without saying a word.

You were sitting in the alley thinking about Dean and that girl and what they could be doing right  now. A few minutes later, Sam came with 3 coffees. He gave you one and said good morning. You smiled and thanked him. You told him that if he's thinking about bringing the coffee to Dean then he's still busy. He shook his head as he sat down next to you. You asked him where he slept last night and he told you that he rented another room. You punched him on the shoulder and told him that he could've stayed at your room. He said no he had a little research to do and didn't want to disturb you. Sam was like a big brother to you so sharing your feelings with him was easy. You knew you could trust him and that no matter what you say he won't tell Dean. “ So Sam, I have something that I want to tell you.”

“ shoot”. “ Uhm, well... how to I say this? You see Dean-”

“ I know”.

“ I haven't told you yet. How do you know what I'm about to say?”

“ Because I do. You have feelings for Dean, I know, I've known for a while.”

“ How did you know and why didn't you tell me?”

“It's obvious, everyone can see it except the two of you. I didn't say anything because I thought we were all adults and that you two would take matters into your own hands, But apparently you did not.”

“Sam, I can't continue like this. Every night he's with a different girl and he keeps pushing me away, on purpose, I can't go on like this, so I'm gonna move on. I've had enough of this, and please don't tell Dean okay?”

“If that's what you want. I promise I won't tell him.”

After a few hours Dean finally came and was ready to leave. There was a big smirk on his face that you wanted to wash away. You wanted to punch him right in the balls, but you didn't.

As you got in the car, you sat in the backseat with your headphones on and looked out the window.  You were quite the whole time, which is very weird, since you never shut up when Dean is driving.

He looked in the mirror and said “ Are you sick? Or did the cat get your tongue?” you took off your headphones and asked if someone said anything. He repeated the question. You looked at him in an annoyed way and told him you're not in the mood for his silly jokes. He looked at Sam and asked him what's wrong with you. Sam gestured that he didn't know anything. You said nothing is wrong with me, just because I'm not in the mood doesn't mean anything okay?

“ Whatever you say your majesty” Dean loved calling you by nicknames, specially when he wanted to tease you.

“Are you fucking serious? You kept me and Sam waiting for hours, while you were having fun with that blonde whore. You even made Sam rent another room, just so you can have some pleasure.” You spoke angrily. Sam tried to calm you down.

“ If you wanted to join us you could've just asked. I don't know why you're angry.”

“ Will you grow the fuck up? Join you? Even if you were the last man on the planet I wouldn't even consider it. Angry? I'm not angry. I'm just pissed that you made us wait.”

“ I'm sorry alright.” And there it was awkward silence. Until Sam saved the situation and put some music on. Neither you nor Dead talked to each other during  the ride home.

When you arrived you told Sam that you were going home to your parents and gonna stay there for a while.

Months have passed and you talked to Sam in a normal way but with Dean you didn't talk so much, you would just make the conversation short and formal. Both of you just drifted apart slowly. Until one day you invited them to a party. And the truth is Dean has missed you and was excited to see you. He dressed up and brought you chocolates. As he knocked on the door, a young woman opened the door, she was really pretty, but Dean didn't really care this time. He asked were he could find you and the girl showed him. A big grin was on his face as he entered the room, but that grin suddenly disappeared and his face turned pale. You were sitting next to a guy and you seemed intimate. Sam told Dean to continue walking and to say hi. As soon as you saw Sam you jumped on him and hugged him tightly, then you looked at Dean and he gripped you so tight that you could barely breathe, you were kind of surprised. Dean looked at the guy in dislike and grabbed a drink and you noticed, then you introduced them: “ Baby, these are Sam and Dean Winchester” “ Sam, Dean meet my boyfriend.”Dean immediately spit what was in his mouth in shock. And everyone was surprised by his behavior. Dean shook his hand and gripped it tightly, until you asked him how he's doing. You all sat down and Dean started interrogating him like he was some kind of criminal and that Dean was a detective. Of course the guy was decent and had a good job and Dean started to get jealous. He then asked him if he knew what you your job is. He said of course, y/n is a mechanic. I'm very proud of her. And kissed your forehead. “ A mechanic huh? Interesting” Dean said trying to hint to him that you're lying. Sam kicked his foot to shut him up. “ And what do you two do?” your boyfriend asked him. “ We are hunters, we hunt demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, monsters, you name it.” said Dean in confidence. Both you  and Sam looked at him eyes wide open and then you laughed and told your boyfriend that he's just joking and that he does that a lot. Sam said that they're also mechanics and that you used to work together. After an hour, Dean couldn't stand it any longer, because the guy looks perfect and there's nothing he could find about him. “ Sam come walk with me, I need your help with something” Dean said as he stood up and dragged his brother with him.

“ What is it Dean? And why are you acting like this?”

“Listen man, I have something to confess.”

“ I know”.

“ But I didn't confess yet.”

“ You have feelings for y/n.”

“ How the hell did you know?”

“ Because I can see. I'm not blind.”

“ You don't understand. I wanted to hate her but I couldn't. I tried to make her  hate me and obviously it worked.''

“ What are you talking about? She loved you, you idiot but you drove her away''

“ what? No. just listen. I wanted her to get away from me, not date some other douche.''

“ What did you think? That she was just gonna sit around and wait for you to not be together? because you clearly didn't want to be with her, so why are you surprised?”

“ I thought that she was just gonna stay away. I never expected her to do that!”

“ Why did you even do it in the first place?”

“ You know our lives, it's dangerous. People always die, people that we care about. There's always a price to pay.”

“ After all your efforts to drive her away she stayed and hunted with us, so what your excuse for that?”

“ Who's side are you on?”

“ I'm on no one's side. Now answer the question.”

“I didn't want to get attached okay! You know how it is with us. Our history with women we loved. They all died. And I can't lose her. I just can't. Not her.”..........Dean stood there for 30 seconds thinking about what to say and then he said “ So if her being with him will keep her alive, then so be it, if she's happy then that's all that matters to me, but that lucky bastard doesn't deserve her. I lost my chance, so I'll just stay out of her way and let her be happy.”

“ You are really an idiot, aren't you?”

“Yeah I am, I should have told her how I feel when I had the chance.”

“ That was a rhetorical question Dean! Can't you see that even with him she still loves you. Just talk to her man. It's never too late, and even if it was, at least you'll get it of your chest and be able to move on.”

“ Ok I will.” The two brothers stood in awkward silence for a minute before Sam spoke again “ What are you waiting for?”

“ Wait... You meant talk to her as in right NOW??” Dean questioned with a worried look on his face.

“ Yeah Dean now, when else would you talk to her? When she's engaged or getting married?” Sam said in a teasing tone.

“ What? She's not gonna marry him, is she?!” Now he had a look of terror on his face.”

“ If you stand here for too long she might.”

“ Alright I'm going, wish me luck or whatever”. You were sitting next to your boyfriend and both of you were laughing at a joke he told you. Then Dean came to you with a worried look on his face. “ Is there something wrong Dean?”

“Nope”......,”can I talk to you for a second?” he finally said.

“ Yeah of course, what is it?”

“ Alone , please!”. You had a weird feeling in your stomach and sensed what he was gonna say. You stood up and both of you went to a dark corridor. “ So what's this about?” you said in a normal voice trying to stay calm.

“ I wanted to talk to you about us.”

“ What do you mean us? There's nothing between us.”

“Cut the crap okay! I'm not good with words and you know that so I'm gonna make this short. You, me , we have a connection... “chemistry” as they say. You have feelings for me and I have feelings for you, so”.

“ So what? I'm not the one who spent months screwing around with hot chicks, or have been an asshole to you. You pushed me away! And now when I'm with someone else you don't want me to be? Well get over it. I finally moved on and found someone who actually appreciates and compliments me, you want me to what? Break up with him? I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's not gonna happen. You made your choice and I made mine. I respected yours, so please respect mine.”

“ OK, you're right.”

“ OK, you're right?!” you were now pissed at him “ Is that all you're gonna say?”

“ What else do you want me to say? I'm respecting your decisions.” he said ironically.

“ Oh  WOW! Don't use my words against me! You know  I've watched you with all those girls and my heart broke everyday bit by bit, until it was completely shattered. I LOVED YOU! And all you did was hurt me and tried to push me away! So you should be happy, you got what you wanted.”

“ I didn't want this. I never wanted this! I only pushed you away because I care about you and because Sam and me, we always lose people closest to us and I can't lose you. I can't even bare the thought of that. I LOVE YOU!” he finally said it. The three words that you wished to here all along. The three words that he couldn't ever say. But it came at the wrong time, wrong place. Now tears were in both your eyes and he was trying to hold them. “ It's a bit too late for that, don't you think?” you let out a sigh and gave him a sad smile.  A tear slid down your face as your boyfriend came and looked at both of you “Is everything alright, y/n?”

“ Yeah, why wouldn't it be? Come on let's go” you wiped the tear and put your hand in his as you walked away from Dean, you looked one more time at him before turning your head away.

2 weeks have past since the party. It was dark outside and you decided to visit Sam in the bunker.

You didn't have to knock, you had a spare key. When you entered the main room was dark and it seemed like no one is there. You turned on the lights and took the gun out of your bag. You walked slowly towards the corridors. “ Hello! Sam are you home? The lights were off, I just came by to say hi and see how you're doing” There was no answer, You continued walking and thought that he might be on a hunt with Dean. You decided to see if maybe Dean was home. “ Dean? Are you home? I came here to check on Sam....,. And you”. You heard glass breaking. The sound came from Dean's room. You rushed in and opened the door with the gun pointed at whoever was in the room. What you saw was a bit disappointing; it was Dean sitting on the bed, drunk, and a broken bottle on the ground. “Relax, it's just me! Or have you come here to shoot me?” he said with no strength in his voice, it seemed as if he has given up on the world. Seeing him like that made you sad. “ You look like shit, come on let's get you cleaned” you said with a friendly smile.

“ And you look as beautiful as the day I met you. In fact you look  even better. Sam's not here, he went to buy milk or whatever is considered healthy. So you can leave, I'll tell him you stopped by.”

You were now on the floor cleaning up the broken glass “ Actually that's not the reason I came. Sure I came to check on Sam and see how he is. But that's not the main reason I came.”

“ Then why did you come?”

“ To see how you're doing”

“ That's it?”

“ The truth is I couldn't stop thinking about what you told me at the party 2 weeks ago.”

“ I thought you were happy and that you moved on.”

“So did I, but apparently not. After a week my boyfriend got bored of me staring and thinking all the time so he asked me if I wanted to be with you”.

“And what did you say?”

“ I told him the truth.”

“ which is?” Dean slowly stood up and started to walk towards you.

“ That I still love you and want to be with you. So he told me to come to you”.

“ So you're here because he wanted you to come?”

“No. Because I wanted to come, since you told me that you loved me. But I didn't have the courage nor the strength to come earlier. I thought about the things that I would tell you, but couldn't find any.”

“ It's a bit late for that, don't you think?” he quoted you and you chuckled.

“ Maybe, but it's better late than never. Don't you agree?”

“ I'll have to think about that”. Ah, you let out a little sigh, you cut your hand with the glass. Dean quickly rushed to you and went down on his knees beside you. He held your hand and asked if you were okay. You told him you were fine. He kissed your hand and your lips. Then he helped you with the cleaning. After that you took off his shirt, which was stinking since he didn't shower the last 2 weeks. You then took him to the bathroom and helped him sober up a bit. Eventually you tucked him in bed and lay next to him.

[j4ylov]

Breaking the rules

THIS IS PART 2 FOR I DONT PLAY BY THE RULES

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Summary: Peter and reader get paired up on a project together, while studying together reader might find out Peter’s identity and things get steamy between them.

Word count: 2265

warnings: makeout, swearing?

Hope you guys enjoy!

Part 1  Part 3

Masterlist

Next day Peter was going crazy. He had in fact made out with the girl of his dreams, and she had kissed him first! He arrived to school with the biggest puppy smile in his face, which was not dismissed by Ned, who immediately dragged him to an empty hallway.

“Please tell me you talked to her”

“Even better”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she- umm- well, we might have kissed”

“Badass”

As they headed towards Chemistry class Peter kept replaying last night’s events in his head. Would it be too soon to go back to yours today? He wanted to talk to Y/n more, and the kisses were always a bonus. He looked for her in the crow, when he finally spotted Y/n he  gave her his brightest smile, the one he had been saving just for her.

However Y/n looked, confused? When she saw him she looked kind of surprised and pleased as she waved her hand at him. He lifted his own hand ready to wave back, wondering why would she look surprised? They had made ou- Crap, crap crap crap!

Peter stopped his hand from weaving and quickly look somewhere else as he realized. Of course she would look surprised! She doesn't know who was behind the mask! Peter kept his gaze in the floor as he made his way to the classroom. With her sitting in the front at least he wouldn't be discover staring at Y/n.

The class went by rapidly, with Peter paying none to little attention, at least until the final minutes when the teacher made an announcement.

“Class as you know we will be making the final project on pairs, which I will assign, so stop looking at Mr. Parker, Mr Leeds. It's due by the end of the week so you better start working now.”

Peter zoned out until he heard his name being called once again by the teacher.

“Mr Parker will be working with Ms. Stark”

The teacher continued calling the pairs, however Peter couldn't seem to focus anymore. He was working with Y/n? He could barely look at you without blushing, how was he going to talk to you?

Being so distracted he didn't notice people leaving the classroom, apparently class was over. He saw Ned leaving the classroom as well, giving the boy a thumbs up as he noticed that Y/n was not gone, she was approaching Peter, with one of her classic smiles.

“Hey Peter”

“Hey- I umh- hey”

Peter control yourself! This is your chance to talk to her, at least without the suit.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should work on the project at my place, you know my dad will be happy  to see you”

What? How does she know Mr. Stark and him now each other? Does she also know he is spiderman?

“You know since you have the Stark Internship and all”

Right. The Stark Internship. He almost forgot about that too.

“Sooo, my place at 7? You should stay for dinner as well.”

The boy could only manage a nod before the girl turned around and exited the room, leaving him alone. Great, he thought, I really am nothing without my suit, I can't even talk to her!

Tonight will be a long night.

---

Peter had been a nervous wreck during the whole day, so when school was over he went to the first alley he could find and changed into his spiderman suit. He had some hours to kill before going to the Avenger’s tower.

Time flied as he stopped robberies and helped a girl get her cat back from a tree. When he finally checked his phone it was 7:10 already! He went back to the alley and changed into his usual clothes, shoving the suit into his backpack and hurrying towards her home.

Mr. Stark was waiting for him as the elevator doors opened. He welcomed him with a smile as he took his shoulder with his hand and guided him towards the kitchen.

“Welcome kid! You know where everything is, so make yourself at home.”

“Thank you Mr. Stark”

“Just remember that my daughter is off limits for everybody, and that includes you”

This time his tone had been more serious and he was staring right at Peter’s eyes, like he could tell what had happened yesterday. Peter felt terrible, Mr. Stark had helped him so much and gave him his suit! He didn't want to lie to the man!

However this thoughts were quickly erased as he saw Y/n entering the room. She was wearing a beautiful sundress that made her legs look longer. Mr. Stark cleared his throat next to Peter, probably to stop him from checking out his daughter.

“Remember the rules Peter! And Y/n, don't you think that dress is too short”

“Dad stop it! We are just workin on a chemistry project! We’ll be in my room okay”

“Listen to me young lady, that door stays wide open!Dinner will be ready at 8!”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took his arm and leaded the way towards her room, answering with a “Whatever dad” before closing the door.

“I'm sorry about that, he is just really protective”

“Yeah sure- don't worry”

The both stood in the entrance of the room until she moved towards her couch, the same he had been on yesterday. He blushed at the memory and tried to think of something else before his pants go too tight. He followed her, sitting next to her as they talked about their project.

“So I was thinking we should do something related to DNA maybe? Like how it can change and stuff. I don't really know it was just and idea-”

“No yeah, I like it, we should do that”.

The girl got up and brought her laptop to the couch so they could gather information together. Peter found it had to focus on the project when he could catch a glance at the hickeys on her neck, but he managed. About 20 minutes later they had gather enough information to at least get started on the actual presentation.

“Peter you’ve got a pencil I can borrow?”

“Yeah, just let me get my backpack”

“Where is it?”

“I leaved it by the door”

“I’ll go get it”

With those final words she stood up and headed towards the door looking for said pencil. Peter stayed alone for a while, waiting for her to come back. She was taking a while, maybe she couldn't find it? As he was standing up to find the girl he saw her come back empty handed, but with a wide smile.

Her hair was now in a ponytail, and he could clearly see the hickeys from last night. Also, had her dress gotten shorter? It was barely covering her legs anymore, and he had to remind himself to look somewhere else before she noticed his drooling.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah, but it doesn't matter anymore. I was thinking we should get a break, you know, talk and stuff. Get to know each other”

Why did everything reminded him of last night? He got a big dejavu as the girl seated next to him but this time it was only to take his hand and lead him to her bed, seating down on it, with her back on the header as he took the place next to her, facing each other.

“Mmmh- so, what would you like to know?”

“Tell me about your Stark Internship Peter, it's kinda funny how we’ve never runned into each other in the tower, since you spend so much time here.”

“Well I just- I stay mainly at the labs you know? And help your dad with stuff”

“So you spend a lot of time with my dad?”

“Kinda”

Peter was growing more and more nervous. The girl hadn't stopped looking at him while biting her lip. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she know about his crush? He wanted to be the one biting those pink lips. Her hand traveled from her leg to her neck, stroking it while making small moans, claiming she was hurt. The noises distracted Peter as he tried his best not to get a hard on. Why was she doing this? Did she enjoyed to get guys in her room and seduce them?

“You must know the Avengers then”

“I’ve met them a couple times”

“Even Spiderman?”

Where was she going with these? Did she wanted to see Spider Man again? Maybe that was why she was asking about him, trying to seem nice to Peter so he would give him some info.

“I’ve talk to him a couple times”

“Well, I’ve been wanting to give him a  secret message, could you do that for me?”

The girl had gotten closer than before, taking Peter’s arm and stroking it, going up and down, while her other hand was on his shoulder, holding them close. She leaned into his ear as she whispered.

“You should tell him to hide better his suit”

She pushed back a little, just enough to catch Peter’s lip into a kiss. What even? Oh shit, she must have found the suit on my backpack! Well, he couldn't really argue as she kept kissing him. How come she always surprised him? The boy refused to get left behind as he finally bit into the girl’s lip, making her open her mouth for his tongue to get in.

The girl got up and she straddled his hips, making them both whine at the contact. He got his mouth to hers once again while he took her legs into his hands. This time he could touch a little bit further. He slid his hand up and down, placing them in the back of her tights as he brought her closer to him.

He finally let go of the girls mouth as he headed towards her neck, sucking and biting at the same spot, leaving it even redder than before. He could hear her soft moaning right next to his ear as he slid a bit of her dress to kiss her collarbone. Meanwhile the girl had began unbuttoning his shirt, stroking his stomach as well, getting way to close at the band of his boxers. He could feel his pants getting a little too tight.

Did she feel the same? He wanted to touch as well, but he didn't want to scare her off. He got his hands off from her thighs going for her waist instead, however the girl had other plans. She seemed to notice his thoughts as she took his hand and placed it under her dress once again.

“Don't think too much Peter”

She went back to kissing him as the boy gather enough courage to move his hand upwards. He brushed his fingers slightly at the fabric of her underwear, making the girl throw back her head as she let out a series of whimpers, this time louder than before.

“Peter do it again”

With some new gained confidence the boy move his fingers once again against the fabric where he guessed was her clit, stroking it, making the girl even wetter than before.

Y/n started moving her hips along with his fingers, trying to get more friction, until she finally got his hand off her and she seated in his lap. The contact of his dick and her clit made them both let out groans a as they moved their hips in unison.

“Peter”

She continued to moan his name in his ear. If she kept on doing that he would be in a very sticky situation very soon. Peter tried to get back on her neck and maybe slide the other strap off her shoulder when a voice interrupted him.

“Peter better have some clothes on before I get in!”

Fuck, Mr Stark! He had completely forgotten about him. Both teenagers stared wide eyes at each other as her father entered the room, without giving them time to fix themselves.

She quickly got off him as he buttoned up his shirt and adjusted his pants. The last thing he wanted was for Mr. Stark to see he got the hots for his daughter. She tried to fix their hair but was stopped as her father stormed into the room.

“Are you serious kid? I welcomed you into my house, into my team! and this is how you thank me?”

Peter looked down at this words. He couldn't believe he had gotten Mr. Stark down. He probably hated him

“Dad stop it! It was my fault!”

“How could it be your fault?”

“I kissed Peter okay? I just really like him” ay/n shrugged her shoulders and looked at Peter as she said this words. It was true, she really did like him and his dorky side.

“I’m really sorr-”

“I gave you one single rule, stay away from her, and you go and do the exact opposite!” Y/n’s father closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll have a long talk in a moment, if you are gonna be dating my daughter we must settle some rules first, but now let's get down for dinner, We’ll talk later kiddo.”

Mr. Stark finally left the room. Y/n looked at Peter as she said.

“Sooo, we dating now?”

“I’d love to”

The girl smiled at Peter before taking his hand, leading the way towards the kitchen.

“Did you really break my father's rules?”

As he stared at her he realised she looked perfect with her messy hair, swollen lips and her hand interlocked with his.

“Well, I learned from the best”

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Thank you so much to everyone!

[artificialqueens]

Heavy Rain Ch.5 (Shalaska/Katlaska) -Insomnidelic

AN: It took longer to upload this than expected because my laptop screen shattered while I was in the middle of editing :) Enjoy <3

“Hey it’s Chad, leave a message.“

*beep*

“I know you’re still pissed, but do you have to ignore every last one of my calls and texts?” Aaron huffs into his cell phone before taking a drag of his cigarette. “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking care of it today… I’ll be home before you know it. I love you.” He wraps up his voicemail and pockets his phone.

He’d been chain smoking in the alleyway of the Ritz for nearly an hour now, avoiding entering the swanky hotel for obvious reasons. The rain starts up again, forcing him to snuff out his cigarette and reluctantly make his way to the hotel entrance. He walks briskly through the lobby into a waiting elevator, gingerly pressing the number to Justin’s floor.

After leaving last night, he wandered aimlessly throughout the streets of Hollywood before stopping to rest at the first seedy motel he could find. He laid on top of that filthy bed for hours, struggling to wrap his head around the situation he’d put himself in. Images of Justin and Chad flashed behind his eyelids as he tossed and turned. How could he choose?

Since when was it a choice?

His eyes drift to his bare ring finger on his left hand. His tattoo stared back at him from where his engagement ring used to be, the jewelry now resting safely in his back pocket.

It was never a choice. It’s time to let go and move on. Just like you did the first time.

He arrives at his designated floor and exits the lift, slowly making his way around the corner to Justin’s suite. He takes a deep breath as he raps sharply against the door and waits for Michelle or Justin to answer. After a while, he knocks again a little louder.

“Justin, it’s Aaron. Open up.” He says. Still no response.

He grows frustrated with himself for not checking with Michelle to make sure that they’d be here. He pulls out his phone to give her a call but is distracted by the chime of the elevator signaling somebody’s arrival on the same floor. He listens as footsteps near accompanied by two arguing voices, straining to catch bits of the heated conversation between whoever was coming his way.

“No he won’t, Justin.” He hears clearly from one of the voices.

Justin?

Aaron whips his head around to come face to face with Justin and Brian, both drenched from the storm, standing just inches apart. Their conversation stops abruptly upon spotting Aaron, obviously surprised to see him waiting.

“Baby!” Justin exclaims, darting from the end of the hall into his arms.

Aaron could feel his erratic heartbeat against his own chest as he held him close. He was soaking wet, but he didn’t care. Having him in his arms enamored him just as much as it did the night before. He peeks over Justin’s shoulder to lock eyes with Brian who stood several feet away, a stony expression gracing his features.

I swear this isn’t what it looks like, Aaron pleads with his eyes.

Brian wasn’t stupid. He’d heard enough from Justin to know that this was exactly what it looked like.

Aaron gently peels himself away from his ex, putting him at arms length to get a better look at him. His eyes were red and puffy, but he couldn’t be sure if it was tears or water from the rain dripping down his cheeks. Aaron furrows his brows and looks to Brian for an explanation.

“We had lunch!” Justin rushes out, noticing the way his lover glared at his best friend. “That’s all we did, I swear.” He squeaks, afraid Aaron would assume something else.

“Oh.” Aaron mutters, confused by Justin’s defensive behavior. Brian kept his distance, struggling to find his voice before finally breaking his silence.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He blurts, only able to say exactly what he was thinking. His tone angered Aaron. As if he had any business being here over him?

“I could ask you the same thing.” Aaron replies, pushing gently past Justin as he makes strides to come face to face with the other queen.

“We had lunch.” Brian sneers. Where was this hostility coming from? For all he knew, Aaron could be here to tell the truth for a change. But witnessing the way he embraced Justin a moment ago had him believing otherwise.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re following him back to his room.” Aaron says, keeping his voice low, his mind quickly jumping to the conclusion that Brian was looking to hook up. The thought angered him more than it should have. “You’re the last thing he needs right now.” He whispers harshly, eyes glancing back to a perplexed Justin who remained standing near the door.

“Me? All you’ve done is keep the truth from him. He deserves to know, Aaron. That’s why I’m here. I’m exactly what he needs right now.” Brian spits back a little too loudly. Aaron glances worriedly back at Justin who was now only a few steps away from the bickering queens.

“What’s going on?” He asks, inching closer. Brian’s comment hadn’t gone over his head. He knew they were keeping secrets. His heart sinks as he imagines what could possibly be so bad that even Aaron would withhold it from him.

“Nothing.” Aaron groans, infuriated by Brian’s lack of control over the volume of his voice. He forces a smile and turns to face Justin. “Why don’t you go in your room and change into some dry clothes while Brian and I-“

“No. You’re talking about me and I’m sick of being kept in the dark. All anyone has done since I woke up is keep things from me and it fucking sucks!” Justin exclaims, refusing to let Aaron dismiss him to his room like a child. He walks back over to the door and swipes his key card to unlock it. “Get in. Both of you.” He demands, gesturing with his free hand for the two queens to enter.

Aaron and Brian share a puzzled glance at one another, taken aback by Justin’s authoritative demands. It was so unlike him to take control like this. They warily make their way into the hotel suite, Justin following behind them before shutting the door.

“Sit.” He commands, Aaron and Brian obliging without protest. Aaron sinks awkwardly into an armchair leaving Brian to sit adjacent to him on the couch, both fearful of the direction this was headed.

“I want you to tell me everything. No more secrets.” Justin continues, flourishing his hands in a swiping motion before placing them on his hips. The room falls silent as Aaron and Brian gawk at him, neither of them sure how to begin.

“Maybe we should call Michelle first.” Aaron pipes up, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. He sure as hell wasn’t going through with this without her.

“No. We’re not waiting for her.” Justin objects, reaching over to snatch Aaron’s cell out of his hands.

“Give it back, Justin.” Aaron says firmly, standing up with his hand outstretched. He tries his best not to panic, praying that Chad wouldn’t pick this time to finally return his calls. Justin quickly pockets the device, ignoring Aaron’s request.

“You can have it back when I get some answers.” He snaps. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he so desperately wanted Aaron’s undivided attention. He looks to his left to catch Brian typing away on his own phone.

“Hand it over.” He demands sternly.

“No, please! I swear I’ll put it away.” Brian begs, clutching his phone to his chest while blindly pressing ‘send’ with his thumb. He hoped a message reading “HELP ITS JU” would make enough sense for Michelle. He didn’t have time to spell out Justin’s name.

“Brian, please. Do it for me.” Justin pouts, eyes begging. Brian reluctantly hands over his phone. How could he say no to that face? Damn Justin for looking so cute while behaving like a total lunatic.

Justin pockets the second phone and takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose. The ball was finally in his court. He struggles to figure out what to say next, walking to the center of the living room to give himself some space to collect his thoughts before turning to face his supposed best friend and lover.

“I’m sorry I’m acting like a brat,” He begins with a whisper. “But you both need to understand that I woke up in a hospital bed after teleporting four years into the fuckin’ future, okay? So far, all I’ve been told is that my cat is dead and that I won a fucking drag competition. I know there has to be more than that.” He forces out, biting his lip as he tries to make sense of his own words.

“I’m so sorry.” Brian sighs, shaking his head slowly. It was truly awful what Justin was being put through. Waking up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. Confused beyond his understanding and lied to on top of it. He didn’t deserve it.

“Ask us anything and we’ll tell you the truth, I promise.” Brian finishes honestly.

Aaron doesn’t say anything as he sinks back into his seat, lowering his gaze to the carpet. He was nowhere near the same level of willingness that Brian sat on. Thunder clapped and the lights flickered off and on.

If that’s not some fucking foreshadowing, he thought to himself.

Justin gazes at Aaron, suddenly overcome with emotion as he replays yesterday’s events over and over in his head. How could someone so close to him less than a day ago suddenly feel so far away? The signs were there last night, he realizes, an evident red flag raised just before Aaron left. It ate at him relentlessly.

“Why didn’t you say it back?” Justin begins, stifling his tears. He’d convinced himself that he was stronger than this. Stronger than the hold Aaron had on his heart.

“Say what?” Aaron replies, broken out of his trance. He already knew. He’d thought about it endlessly as he tossed and turned the night before.

“We stood right there.” Justin points to the doorway. “You were leaving… and I told you I loved you. You didn’t say it back.” Justin’s voice trembles, tears silently building up and pouring over. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he believed himself to be. Aaron struggles to find his voice. The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Or in this case, a phone buzzing in Justin’s back pocket.

Aaron’s eyes widen.

No.

Justin reaches shakily for Aaron’s cell, pulling it out slowly and turning it in his hand to view the screen. He’s met with an image of Aaron and another man on the display. They’re kissing in the photo. “BABE” in all caps flashes along with the vibrations of the ringing phone. Not one person dared to breathe. Neither Aaron nor Brian needed to see the screen to know who was calling. Justin’s heartbroken expression said it all.

“Oh.” Justin eventually chokes out, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. He grips the cellphone tighter, unable to take his eyes off the screen. Aaron sits in complete shock. Brian hides his face in his hands; he couldn’t bear to see the anguish in Justin’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Justin whispers without looking up as the phone ceases it’s buzzing in the palm of his hand.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Not again.” Aaron breaks his silence, his voiced cracking from the weight of his words. His explanation seemed so ridiculous now.

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t remember the first time, isn’t it?” Justin spits, a wry smile spreading across his face. He chuckles to himself, his laughter contradicting his clear emotional pain.

Brian wasn’t fooled. Justin was in hysterics. His breaths were getting shorter, his laughter quickly replaced with labored breathing as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs.

“How long have you been with him?” Justin questions, smoldering eyes locked onto his now apparent ex lover. His world. His everything. Suddenly it was as if he had a thousand pound weight placed on his chest. He began to see red, his fingers going numb at the tips from lack of oxygen. Aaron remained silent, which only further enraged him.

Justin draws his arm back and hurls the phone full force at Aaron’s head, missing by an inch, the wall behind him now sporting a sizeable hole. Brian gapes in astonishment at how seemingly unfazed Aaron remained. A cell phone was nothing compared to the beer bottles Justin had lodged at him during a number of their drunken fights.

“HOW LONG?” Justin shouts, his rage uncontainable.

“Four years.” Aaron rasps, his eyes not quite reaching to meet his ex lover’s.

“Four years?” Justin croaks in disbelief. He clutches at his heart, desperate to keep it from pounding straight out of his chest. “You’ve been with him for four fucking yearsand you go behind his back to take advantage of me?” Justin shudders at the memory of him and Aaron making out on the love seat, shirtless and intertwined with one another. A beautiful memory now completely ruined.

“I didn’t go behind anyone’s back! He knows I’m here.” Aaron attempts hopelessly to defend himself.

“Really? I doubt he knows anything about us almost fucking on that couch last night!” Justin screeches, jabbing a finger at the love seat that Brian was currently sitting on. “How could you keep something like this from me, Aaron?” He whispers brokenly, eyes heavy with disbelief. Aaron was his soul mate, the absolute love of his life. And he now belonged to someone else entirely. It was earth shattering.

Brian reaches his breaking point for discomfort and stands quickly, clearing his throat.

“Ok, I think maybe we’ve all heard enough here today.” He rushes out his words, locking eyes with a trembling Justin. He couldn’t stand to see him hurt any further.

“You’re right. Let’s go, Brian.” Justin agrees, spinning toward the door without so much as a second glance toward Aaron. Brian follows after him, not giving a care where they were going. He wouldn’t even entertain the thought of separating from him at this point, not trusting Justin to be alone with himself.

“Whoa, where the hell do you think you’re going with him?” Aaron argues, standing to put himself between the two queens. His question was directed at Brian. He didn’t trust the self-proclaimed sex maniac not to take advantage of Justin in such a sensitive state.

“It’s none of your goddamn business where I go with my best friend, asshole!” Justin yells and shoves Aaron aside, grabbing Brian by the hand and pulling him toward the door.

“Best friend? Is that what he told you? You’re fuck buddies, Justin.” Aaron asserts with a bitter laugh. “He’s just trying to get deeper into your pants. He doesn’t give a shit about you.” he continues to run his mouth, not even believing his own words. All he knew was that Justin trusted Brian more than him, and he couldn’t stand it.

“Is that true?” Justin chokes out, looking into Brian’s eyes. If possible, his heart breaks a second time. Brian was the only one he thought he could trust. The only one he could seek comfort in.

Aaron is flooded with guilt at the realization that his words wouldn’t bring Justin closer to him. They would only drive him further from the one person who stood a chance at ever making him happy again. Brian’s face turns an unholy shade of red.

“Yeah. I lied to you.” He admits softly, not breaking eye contact with the younger man. “But Justin, I swear on my life. You’re so much more to me than just sex…” He trails off. There weren’t enough words to describe what he felt. He gazed into Justin’s glassy eyes, once filled with pain now lifeless and void of warmth. Justin’s grip loosens around his hand before completely letting go.

“Please, don’t…” Brian begs, reaching out for him as he turns away. Justin pauses but doesn’t look back. He rips the door open and slams it behind him without another word. Brian squeezes his eyes shut.

Michelle is going to fucking kill us.

–

“Holy shit, are you guys seeing this?” Adore slurs as she stairs out the window from her perch at the end of the stage. She takes another swig of her beer, mesmerized by the way the trees outside bent under the forceful wind and rain.

“No shit bitch, why do you think I haven’t left your drunk ass and gone home already?” Violet smirks before finishing off her own drink.

“’Cuz you love me.” Adore whispers into the other queen’s ear, tugging on her earlobe with her teeth as she wraps her arms around her corseted waist. The two had decided to stay in LA for a couple of days for a few impromptu shows at local drag bars since the cancelled tour left holes in their schedules.

“Would you lay off the PDA? People are already taking pictures. Reddit will be a shit storm tomorrow.” Violet whines, batting at Adore’s hands.

“I’m just giving them the show they paid for, jeez.” Adore sighs, leaning back to sprawl across the stage.

The bar was packed to capacity as word spread quickly that Violet and Adore would be making an appearance tonight. Unfortunately, the power cut out minutes into Adore’s set as the storm outside progressed. Weather reports informed everyone within the downtown LA area to take shelter in place which meant no one would be leaving the bar, even if the show was cancelled. Adore and Violet opted to kiki with their fans instead as they sat at the edge of the stage, both taking full advantage of drinks being served on the house for the inconvenience of being stranded.

The door to the bar swung open as a lanky, wet mess of a man entered. He couldn’t bear being out in the rain much longer and needed a place to sit until the storm blew over. He stalks to the bar and takes a seat on one of the few available stools before slouching over the bar top, burying his face in his arms.

“Does that guy look familiar to you?” Violet nudges Adore, her brows furrowing as she tried to put a face to the drenched, slumped figure. Adore sits up to get a better look.

“What the fuck? I think that’s Alaska. What’s she doing here alone? I thought Michelle had her holed up in that hotel?” Adore inquires, hopping off the stage and making her way through the crowd, Violet following close behind her.

“Lasky?” She whispers, gently laying a hand on Justin’s back. He flinches and snaps his head up in surprise.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I don’t really want to take any pictures or sign autographs right now.” He apologizes to the girls, assuming they were nothing more than just fans that’d spotted him in what he now realized was a drag tavern. He lowers his head to stare at the bar top.

Adore and Violet share an amused look at his reaction to seeing them. They’d almost forgotten that he didn’t even recognize them as boys, much less in full geish. They each take a seat on the two empty stools on either side of him.

“Oh babe, trust that I have more than enough pictures of the two of us together.” Violet chuckles and reaches to grasp Justin’s chin, gently turning his head to face her.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He rasps, taking comfort in this stranger’s gentle voice and touch. Adore lays her hand to his back once more and begins to rub soothing circles. His tense muscles slowly decompress under her finger tips.

“You’ve known us for a while, actually. We were even there with you at the hospital.” She murmurs, gently brushing at his soggy bandages still wrapped partially around his head. “But don’t worry about that right now. Just tell us what’s up, boo.” She says softly, an encouraging smile on her lips. Justin takes in her words before bursting into tears for the thousandth time that day.

“Aww, why are you crying?” Adore asks, sharing a concerned look with Violet over Justin’s shoulder. A guy standing next to them at the bar glances over at the sound of his sobs.

“Alaska!?” He shouts in excitement, garnering the attention of just about everyone in the venue. Droves of people begin to make there way over to the three seated queens. Adore quickly pulls herself up to stand on top of the bar and raises her hands to the crowd.

“Back off bitches! We’re having a private conversation and I don’t want any of you coming up and interrupting us, K? Party.” She yells before plopping back onto the cushy bar stool, the crowd quickly dispersing with groans of disappointment.

“Maybe we should take this to the dressing room for a little more privacy.” Violet suggests, nodding her head to the back of the bar.

“No! I want a drink.” Justin demands, sitting up straighter in his seat. He wanted to drown his sorrows the only way he knew how.

“Oh… Honey, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You don’t drink like you used to.” Violet informs him apologetically, shaking her head.

“So I’ve been told. I don’t care. I’ve had a shitty day and I won’t tell either of you anything until there’s alcohol in front of me.” He whines, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. Adore cocks an eyebrow at Violet before turning to the bartender.

“Can we get three shots of Maker’s Mark?”

–

“I can’t believe you just let him walk out like that!” Michelle hisses at Aaron and Brian, fishing her cellphone from her purse and frantically dialing 911.

She’d arrived just moments ago, having rushed here as quickly as possible upon receiving Brian’s panicked text. Unfortunately, the storm was the cause of several accidents on the freeway, which delayed her arrival by far too long. When she finally made her way up to the hotel suite, she was met with two sullen queens and a missing Justin who’d been gone for an hour already.

“What the hell were we supposed to do, tackle him and pin him down until you got here?” Aaron argued back.

“Yes!” Michelle exclaims, turning away from the two to speak to the emergency line operator.

“Why didn’t I go after him?” Brian whispers to himself as he stared off into space from his spot on the couch. When Justin walked out, it was almost as if time froze. His body turned to stone, unable to follow after him.

“Because you, like me, knew there was nothing you could do to keep him from leaving.” Aaron replies, overhearing him from a few feet away.

It was almost exactly like when Justin walked out on him the first time. He packed his bags and loaded all of his stuff in a U-Haul before driving across the country to make his mark on Hollywood. He didn’t even say goodbye. Aaron didn’t blame him. It was easier that way. There was nothing he could say to make Justin stay, partly because he wasn’t sure if he even wanted him to.

“This is all your fault.” Brian seethes, eyes flaming as he glares across the living room at Aaron.

“My fault? Last time I checked, you lied to him too.” Aaron steps closer to the other queen, his fists balling up at his sides.

“All I wanted was a chance! I lied to him so I could start fresh. What’s your excuse? You’re engaged, Aaron. You already got your happy ending. Why couldn’t you let me have one with him?” Brian explodes, his emotions from the earlier events finally catching up with him.

“Will both of you shut the fuck up? I’m on the phone.” Michelle hisses over her shoulder. “Yes, he’s been gone for over an hour now… What do you mean you can’t file a report until it’s been twenty-four hours? He has brain damage for Christ’s sake. I want a cop on this, now!” She demands to the 911 operator.

Aaron mulls quietly over Brian’s rant. Why did he really lie? He’d convinced himself that it was to avoid hurting Justin. But he quickly came to recognize it was more about keeping Justin. When Justin pressed his lips to his in the hospital it was like going back in time. He was suddenly the same gangly twink with messy brown hair who looked at Aaron like he hung the moon; he didn’t want to let him go.

“I’m sorry.” Aaron finally responds. “It wasn’t anything against you. He just has this effect on me…” He trails off, unsure of how to explain it. Love, whether it was old or new or lost or found, would never be a clear concept to him.

“I know the feeling.” Brian whispers.

But Brian wasn’t like Aaron. He wanted Justin for who Justin was now. He wanted Justin for his constant Bette Davis impressions and his annoying vocal fry and even his tantrum during All Stars. He wanted the Justin he’d gotten to know over the years of endless touring and drag race responsibilities. Growing close to the Justin from before that time was simply an added bonus. There was no end or clear beginning. From fan, to rival, to friend, his underlying feelings for Justin and Alaska Thunderfuck remained one in the same.

“Ok, that was absolutely zero fucking help.” Michelle snaps, hanging up her phone. “I need both of you to start calling everyone you know in LA right now and tell them to be on the look out. He can’t have gone far, the weather is getting worse so I’m sure he’s gone inside somewhere by now.” She finishes.

“Oh, did I forget to mention your favorite baby smashed my phone into a million pieces?” Aaron chuckles sardonically, holding up his destroyed cell phone and pointing to the hole in the wall.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to pay for that.” Michelle gripes.

Brian reaches for his cell in his back pocket, surprised when he doesn’t feel it’s familiar rectangular shape through his jeans. He stands and searches between the couch cushions with his hands, expecting it to have fallen between the cracks at some point.

Oh shit.

“Justin has my phone.” He wheezes, wide eyed as realization finally hits him.

“You’re just now telling me this? We could have tracked him by now!” Michelle huffs in annoyance as she dials the number to the phone company. Thunder roars  and the power goes out completely, causing the three queens to grown in frustration with the sudden darkness.

The storm was reaching hurricane status. Hopefully Justin hadn’t gone too far.