#or i could because we could still ne friends but shes back in brazil so its a no go

[homoerotvic]

even though you were possibly the one to hurt my feelings the most in my entire life in every single dream you appear in i forgive you

[kzuhadovey]

promises must be kept

character: timeskip!hinata x f!reader

type: fluff

warnings: -

song recommendations: mrs.magic - strawberry guy

remember to drink your water and eat your food, i love you!!

At the ripe age of 7 years old, you made a promise.

“At 25 years old, if we’re single, we get married.” “25? That’s a little early.” “That’s old enough. I’m sure that when we’re 25 we’ll look old so no one will like us.” “Okay then.” “Okay. It’s on, Y/N.” “You’re stuck with me for life, Shoyo.”

You smiled at yourself as you find the messily scribbled paper you found deep in your drawer. It was a scrawny drawing of you and Hinata, with the words, “Y/N and Shoyo gets married when we’re 25.” The memories rush back, like a wave of nostalgia, and you sigh. If only things were that easy. You and Shoyo have been friends since the literal day you’ve been born. You guys were a package deal- you have Y/N? You get Shoyo aswell. You both told each other everything, from your first kisses to your other friends’ secrets. You supported Shoyo through his volleyball career, and he supported you throughout yours. He was the best friend you could ask for.

Until that day, you moved to Paris. You’re a writer, and you’ve had over 5 million copies of your latest book, Over The Moon. It was a love story like you usually wrote. And even though your writing career was soaring, your own love life hasn’t been so good. Yes, you were an astonishing writer with beautiful facial features, but you’ve never found the right, exact guy. He was always too pushy, or too confident- it was never the right match for you. So ever since, your love life has been incognito. You’ve mostly focused on writing for now- your book was almost finished. You just needed an ending- which you couldn’t exactly grasp. The two main characters, Tracee and Elliot, were definitely in love, but you didn't really know what to do with them. Writer’s block, as it was called.

After around an hour of staring at the blank page on your laptop, you decide to take a walk outside. It was a very beautiful day- the streets were packed with tourists and small shops were blooming with food and objects. You stared at one of the shops- a sweet, enticing Lilly grasping your attention. “Might as well just buy it.” You thought to yourself as you approached the old lady selling them. “Salut! Combien coûtent ces lis?” You said, taking a bouquet in your hands, sniffing them. “Bonjour mon cher. L'un coûte 4 euros.” The lady said as she started packing one for you. “J'en prends deux, s'il vous plaît. Je vous remercie.“ You said as you paid the lady 8 euros.

”Uhm… Pouvez-vous- a-acheter tr-trois, right? trois fleurs, s'il vo- vous plaît?“ A man beside you said. You chuckle. He was obviously not from here- he had broken french. You squinted as you tried to make sense of his sentence. ”Quoi? Je ne comprends pas!“ The lady said as she rolled her eyes, passing you your flowers. You gulped- the man seemed nervous. His cheeks were red and he was looking down of… embarrassment, maybe? ”Il veut trois de ces fleurs.“ You say, pointing to a bouquet of pink-white orchids. He looks at you with wide eyes- why’d you even want to help him? ”Oh. Ces étrangers, ils parlent à peine français.“ The old lady rolled her eyes as she prepared the bouquet. ”C'est 11 euros pour un bouquet.“ The lady said as she shoved the flowers onto the man’s chest lightly. The man seemed to catch on with the numbers as he hurriedly took out his wallet, paying the lady. ”Passez une bonne journée, ma chère.“ You say as you walk away, sniffing your flowers.

“Mademoiselle! S'il vouz plait- wait.” The man said as he rushed in front of you. He had fiery orange hair, and he had tan-ish skin. “Merci. I- I just came here, yesterday.” He said, scratching his neck awkwardly. You would usually just laugh it off and say your welcome since it wasn’t your first shenanigans with tourists. But this man was special- you recognized him. With the way he spoke, and the way he combed through his hair-

“Hinata?”

His eyes glance over to yours as the gears spin in his brain. “Y-Y/N? Ah- I found you!” He shouts, surprised. Your heart is beating so fast- you could barely recognize him. He’s grown taller over the years- and his hair’s turned more orange. “Hinata… Hello.” You mutter out. Your head can’t process this- the last time you saw him- he was literally tiny. Bruises on his arms and a big, large smile on his face. “I missed you so much!” Hinata says as he jumps to wrap you in his embrace. He smelled like citrus- sour and sweet at the same time. You nuzzle your head in his neck- you finally found your best friend. “Shoyo.” You muttered, tears pricking your eyes. Your stomach’s whirling with nervousness and your brain’s spinning with excitement.

“So… you’re a writer now!” Hinata says as the waiter gives him his coffee. You were both sat in a cafe- you’ve decided to catch up with him. “I- I saw your book in Brazil last year. You’re so famous!” You chuckle-  Hinata looks hella excited. “It’s nothing, Hinata. You’re better than me- how are the others, by the way? I saw your game with the Schweden Adlers.” You cock your head to the side curiously. “Y-yes. I’m in a team with Bokuto and Atsumu now.” Hinata chuckles. He’s turned out from a scrawny middle school amateur to a literal professional player. “What are you doing in Paris?” You sip more of your hot chocolate. “I- I wanted to look for you. I heard you were in Paris.” His cheeks turn red- it was amusing, really. So, he came for you. WAIT- HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU?? “Me? Why?” You widen your eyes in surprise. “Because- I wanted to see you! It’s the first break I’ve had in a heck long time- might aswell take a vacation too, right?” Hinata lets out a weak chuckle. “Woah- so it’s your first time here?” You ask excitedly. Hinata nods and you smile widely. “Yes!- Let’s go around- you have nothing to do, right?” You ask as you stand up. “W-well- yes- but I don’t want to- take your time up-,” Hinata says, chuckling. “No no no! It’s fine! I’m free today anyway.” You smile as you take him outside. “You’re my best friend, Shoyo. I will always make time for you.”

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You both slump on your sofa tiredly. “I love Paris so much!” Hinata says, jumping up from the sofa. You chuckle- he was always a hyper boy. “The louvre, and then Notre Dame- It’s so pretty!” Hinata says as he sits back down, sighing heavily. You chuckle softly- he was like a very hyper puppy. You both have been exploring Paris all day, talking and taking pictures. You ended the day with dinner and now you were both slumped on your sofa. You yawn and stretch your arms- before laying your head in Hinata’s lap. He was soft and warm- his thighs were very much like pillows. Hinata tenses up- your head’s in his lap. “Do you have anywhere to sleep tonight?” You ask, staring at him. He tries to relax, leaning back more. “I actually- hoped you would help me find a hotel for me.” Hinata chuckles, scratching his neck. “You can sleep in my place. We’re friends, right?” You say as you yawn again. Hinata’s eyes light up and he smiles. “Thank you!” Hinata smiles and he looks around. You’ve got a pretty tiny apartment, with the view of a flower garden. It was already pretty quiet since it was late at night but you could still hear people talking far down the road. You notice Hinata staring at the balcony view and you chuckle. “It’s pretty, right?” You ask as you made your way towards the balcony.

A wave of fresh air hits your face as you step onto the balcony. The night air is peaceful and calm- just how you liked it. “Hey, I have a question, Y/N!” Hinata says as he takes off his jacket and joins you on the balcony. “Yeah?” You ask as you look at him. You take the time to observe him more- his cheeks are a warm tone of peach and freckles dotted his face. He’s tanner than when you last saw him- he’s also gotten buffer and taller. He looks really pretty under the moonlight. “Y/N? Hello?” Hinata snaps you out of your thoughts and you smile awkwardly. “Sorry- I spaced out.” You chuckle. “It’s- okay,” Hinata says, smiling. “I need to tell you something.”

You nod and eye him more- he’s redder now- he seems nervous. “Y/N. I like you.” He mutters under his breath, looking down. Your heart drops to your stomach and you gulp. Did you hear him right?- “W-what?” He shuts his eyes nervously. “Y/N! I like you a lot! Will you marry me?!” He shouts and the minute the words leave his mouth your eyes widen. Marry?! Your head is spinning with confusion and butterflies were swarming your stomach. Your eyes are looking around frantically in an attempt to see if this was a dream. “Y/N. Do- do you like me back?” Hinata squeaks out, snapping you out of your thoughts. You think again- well, kinda. You’ve always laughed more at his jokes than others, you were touchy with him, and well- he was your first kiss. “Hinata…” You manage to mutter out and fear strikes in Shoyo’s eyes.

“Yes, I like you.” You reply slowly.

Shit shit shit- what was he gonna say- “Thank you for telling me. Don’t lie though- I really like you- and I don’t want to get my heartbroken, o-okay?” Hinata mutters out, scratching his neck. You smile a little, looking at the floor. Hinata takes a deep breath before kneeling down on one knee. “Now… will you… marry me? Please?” Your heart stops- what the hell was he doing? “We made- a pact- right? You’d marry me when you’re 25 and still- single.” Hinata mutters out and you finally remember the letter you found earlier. Wasn’t that a joke? “Will you marry me… please?” Hinata takes your hands in his and kisses them- making you blush.

Your head was very busy. Thoughts were running around and your heart was beating really fast. You didn’t know what to say- you wanted to say yes but it was so sudden, but then again you didn’t want to reject him- he just said he didn’t want to get his heart broken. “…Yes. I’ll marry you, I guess.” You say, chuckling. Hinata looks up at you- his eyes are bright and happy. “OH MY GOD- Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Hinata shouts as he takes you in his arms, wrapping you in a large hug. Your bones feel crushed- he definitely turned stronger. You giggle a little bit, nuzzling your head in his neck. “I love you so much! Y/N’s gonna be my wife!” Hinata says as he shouts across the balcony. “I’M GETTING MARRIED GUYS!!!”

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You huff in annoyance before dialing your now husband. “Yes, my wifey?” Hinata says, answering the phone. You chuckle at that silly nickname- he’s been using it ever since you two got married. “Can you pick Emmy up from daycare? They’re closing up early and I have to go to a book signing.” You say as you walk to your car. Ever since you moved to Japan with Hinata, life’s been great. Your newest book has been pretty successful, and you have a daughter with Hinata! “Ah, alright. I’ll pick her up in a sec- practice is almost done.” Hinata says. You can hear Bokuto in the background- he’s screaming and throwing balls around. “HEY SHOYO IS THAT YOUR WIFE?!” Atsumu shouts and you chuckle. “Sorry, wifey- I have to go or else Atsumu will attack you-” Hinata says as he makes a kissing noise. “I love you, bye!” The phone hangs up and you chuckle. This marriage has been a little tough since you both married early- but it’s been alright. Promises had to be kept, after all.

[thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness]

The Freedom of Expression #1  28th February 2020 “The radio program with the concept of “ask for freedom of expression in the world” is back in Youtube! We will  unravel the hot topics and the news related to the concept of Freedom of Expression.

Appareance:

Kaoru (DIR EN GREY direngrey.co.jp/) Joe Yokomizo (Writer / DJ) Tasai Reporter (Tokyo Sports) God  ?

You can watch this program here Notes before reading: If you haven’t watched any of the programs or you are not familiar at all with The Freedom of the Expresion, you will be a bit lost because they make some references to previous programs. The program has sudden edited cuts, that’s why the topic changes suddenly without any introduction. This program was previously a radio show with about 70 episodes from 2015 to 2016. You can find most of them in youtube.

For parts with subs, I tried to do a literal translation but for parts without subs I felt more confident summarizing it as translating one by one got confusing and too long. I skipped some bits and lots of “hahaha” and “sou desu ne”.  Be aware that at some parts, their talk is really random.

Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing as they are talking so casually and relaxed that it’s hard to get some parts. 

 (Intro)

Kaoru: Hello, I’m Kaoru from Dir en grey…. The Freedom of Expression…. I have heard it somewhere…it feels like something I have already done….

Joe: That’s is, yes…. but it’s not a feeling, I think that it’s certainly something we did (laughs)

Kaoru: It looks like that right?

“A radio program in which Kaoru (Dir en grey) was the main host aired from 2015 to 2016 at InterFM.” (Top left on screen)

Kaoru: The program was made from 2015….it was 2015, right? How could I say it? It’s having a revival in YouTube.

(Revival kanji appears on screen)

Joe: That’s amazing right?  At first, we were talking, it was said that there would be a revival…

Tasai: Unexpected! (laughs)

Joe: I was really happy.

Kaoru:  Right? I was surprised too (laughs)

Joe: Ah, this… I don’t mean that it was Kaoru who revived….

Kaoru: The talk got off track….

Joe: It got off track? At some point….

Kaoru: It felt like “don’t try to do it” …. ( he says it in kansai-ben)

Joe: I see. It got off track because of Kansai-ben (laughs)

Kaoru: It felt like “we will try to do it” Joe: It felt like that…let’s start (laughs)

(cut)

Joe: (At the Interfm Era) We did a lot right?  Even special programs, right?

Kaoru: Yes

Tasai: Is that so?

Joe: We also made a sticker, right?

(cut)

Tasai: Brazil?  You did a Live broadcast for the Olympics!

Joe: Dobashi-san…. Bishibashi Dobashi-san…(he appeared in this special)

Tasai: As this year there are Olympics again and in Tokyo…. I hope you can do a live broadcast

Joe: In this YouTube channel? (laughs)

Tasai: In YouTube (laughs)

Joe: It seems hard regarding broadcasting rights…

Kaoru: That …. *secret gesture* (laughs)

Joe: Secretly? Even though it was asked by Tokyo Sports Tasai (laughs)

(cut)

Kaoru: About Freedom of Expression….

God: Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait…

Kaoru: Yes? Yes?

God: Well…God has come down….

Joe: Ah, it’s God (laughs)

Kaoru: By himself…. (laughs) I thought about if he would come here in case it came down…

Joe: Usually it does! If you call him, god will come down (laughs) A god that comes down by himself at his own convenience.

Kaoru: Was that stance made before? Before I guess he should be preserved a bit more…

Joe: It can’t be helped that he comes out….

God: Because you forget about God!

Everyone: (Laughs)

Kaoru: We haven’t forgotten (laughs)

God: Don’t forget about God!

Tasai: We haven’t forgotten!

Joe: God is always inside your heart, right?

Tasai: It is! It is!

God: I see I see! (Happy) I didn’t think so…

Joe: God is not at the studio today though… Why?

God: It’s because I’m off night duty.

Joe: Off night duty? (laughs)

Kaoru: He did that before right?

Joe: Still having a night shift job? Are you really a God?

Kaoru: It’s been a long time, right?

God: That is…well…it’s seasonal…

Joe: This season is the night shift season?

God: No, it’s not like that…

Tasai: You did a job that paid 1000 yen per hour….

God: That is, that is…But the hourly wage was raised a little! You can say it’s like a holiday break…. the income has decreased (tears)

Joe: It’s the so-called labour reform.

God: That is, that is

Joe: Being God seems hard too…

God: Yes… its hard (laughs)

(cut)

Kaoru: As usual…. nothing changes…the feeling of tension…. I think we should get started…

Joe/Tasai: Yes

*Before getting into the main topic, Kaoru asks Tasai about a person who was with Bishibashi. It seems to be someone called Hiranabe who “it’s like a beast” according to Tasai. Then, Joe proceeds to tell a strange story (I think about this Hiranabe person?) *

Joe: When some celebrity passes away, he would call me and ask, “was this person your acquaintance?”. When I reply, “I barely knew them”, he suddenly hangs the phone (laughs)

Tasai: That’s mean

Joe: He is a mean person!

Tasai: That Hiranabe has finally been promoted by the director…

Joe: Eh? What is he now?

Tasai: Board member….

Joe is shocked while Kaoru asks if that it’s ok.

(cut)

Kaoru: I want to find news that have been attracting attention under the concept of Freedom of Expression…

*The topic is about Haruna Fuka, internet personality, former child actress. She seems to have a twitter account since she was just 9 years old (she is now 19) and she has used SNS to be open and vocal about several social topics. The topic now is that she filed a lawsuit against someone who slandered her in the net. It seems that someone posted that “her parents failed/ are a failure” and she and her mother filed a lawsuit asking for economic compensation. It seems that also some of her personal information was leaked. The discussion of the topic is mostly about the “price of fame” and how it can’t be helped that being famous you are exposed to this kind of things. Joe states discuss “at which point it becomes defamation” and it is not freedom of expression in SNS. He says that it might be difficult to draw a legal line online, but if that it’s not done, it can’t be helped that it gets worse. Then he asks Kaoru what he thinks about it, and he says:

Kaoru: Like, for example people write in SNS like they were talking with their friends in a room…. it’s better not to look at it (what people says) right?

Joe is like “But it’s real people, right?” and then ask if Kaoru searches himself and Kaoru says he doesn’t but he hears it from the staff that checks it so he kind of knows.

Tasai: When you are in the show business, from 100 opinions, 98 or 99 are good ones, but when there is one nasty/hateful one, it really comes through your eyes and hurts your heart.

Joe asks him as a Tokyo sports journalist. Tasai mentions how you can report it (I think?) like you can inform a legal corporation. Then, Joe again makes the million-dollar question.

Joe: How far it’s ok to guarantee the freedom of expression for tweeting? I think it’s a difficult thing.

Kaoru: Tweeting is about expressing yourself, right?

Joe: Of course, originally.

Joe adds that tweeting has an influence in things. He says that nowadays in Japan is like a hot water boiler when a topic comes out. He understands it especially for important topics, but he thinks that it’s just complaining and not trying to solve anything at all. Later, Kaoru says that it can be helped that you focus on the bad sides, even if, as Tasai said before there are 99 good things and just one bad. They go back to the Haruna Fuka topic and mention some extra information about her lawsuit.

Joe: I made an Instagram account for myself and most of the times when social things are done at The Dave Fromm Show! YouTube Channel and the topic is raised, my followers decrease…Finely, they decrease. They are going up and when the channel is updated next week, each time that is updated, they decrease. Treating with social topics….

(cut)

They discuss again about Fuka. Joe says something about young people complaining mostly in SNS and at some point, he is like “when I say young people, it feels like we are old” and they laugh, and he adds that it feels like there are 3 taboo topics: 1. Gender discussions 2. Political discussions and 3. Things that we hate to talk about but we have to talk about.

Around 13:05, God is back.

Joe: What do you think about it, God?

Kaoru: Is God there?

God: You know, God keeps being slandered right?

Everyone laughs.

God: Like God’s liar, even if I tell God there is nothing that he can do…. they even say that there is no God!…

Joe: I see, you are denied…

God: If you care about those things, you lose…

Joe: I see, do you search for yourself, God?

God: I do!

Everyone laughs.

God: There is only those things when I do research

Joe:  Surprisingly, God knows how to handle SNS really well…

God: I do!

Tasai: God is amazing…

Joe: Does God use Iphone as one would expect?

God: I have two

Tasai: He owns two!

Joe: God has two (laughs) *makes gesture on having one phone in each hand* That’s so cool

God: It is! It is! I don’t use them while I’m working though…

Tasai: You signed a contract (laughs)

Joe: He is God, right? (laughs) I don’t know if this God is amazing or not…

God: If you care about those things, you lose!......It’s better to be hated than being indifferent!

Kaoru ask God about playing video games for an hour and God answers that its good that there are so many kids that are good with games? The answer seems to let Kaoru and Joe a bit confused. God adds that it’s better to become good with games quickly, which Kaoru replies jokingly with something like “if you are not good, it’s better not to play them?” and God replies “it’s better, it’s better”.  

God: It’s like playing during a whole day and not being able to clear the game.

Kaoru: Because it’s a waste of time, right?

They talk about it a bit more.

Joe: Well, due to night shift, there is a feeling of tiredness right?

Kaoru: we are tired too. We were told to finish early

Joe: Sure! (laughs)

Kaoru: We have to make it interesting right?

God: I heard it was interesting…

Joe: Oh thank you!

They comment that they are being praised by God.

God: You can’t say that God is a liar!

Tasai: Please write that it was interesting in your SNS.

God: Yes, yes.

Joe: Please do it…

God: I’m pretending to be a human in SNS, so they don’t know I’m God…

Kaoru: It was the first program of The Freedom of Expression…how was it?

Joe: Doing the program after a long time feels fresh…

Kaoru/Tasai: That’s it!

Joe/Tasai: I’m happy…

Kaoru: Well…. mmm…. we started it with that feeling (laughs)…..but this time there is a only camera, right? This background with nothing on it…. if a a lot of people watch us…at this place…

Joe: A little more…

Kaoru: The number of cameras might increase…

Joe: Oohhh…

Kaoru: I don’t know how much Joe’s fee for appearance will be…

Joe: Eh? Is that so? (sweats) Today’s fee is written here…

Kaoru: It might be lower…

Joe coughs hard lol

Joe: That is only going to happen to me? (laughs) But please everybody, subscribe to the channel!

Everyone: Please do it.

Kaoru: Please look forward to the next programn

Everyone: Thank you!

and that’s all....

[imaginesforyourfandom]

Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 9

And it all comes out…

Alex POV:

“This is so stupid” (Y/N) mumbled as Allie let out a laugh. “I don’t even know why I have to do this…”

“Because it’s fun” Mal said as (Y/N) shook her head. She took a step back before striking the ball. The ball sailed over everyone as it went into the back of the net just missing the post. “YES! I win!”

“Fuck…” (Y/N) said pouting as Mal started celebrating with Sonnett and them.

“I beat you…” she sang jumping around as I laughed at their antics. “I beat you!”

“So what?” she said pouting as everyone laughed.

“I always knew you were a sore loser.” Christen said as everyone nodded in agreement. (Y/N) scoffed shaking her head and mocking everyone.

“It’s okay baby.” I said as she looked over at me. “You won the biggest prize of all..”

“What’s that?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“My heart of course…”

“Oh” she said as I scowled at her lack of enthusiasm. “I mean…that’s only thing I need in life.”

“Nice save.” Kelley said as I turned my glare to her.

“Thanks.” She said as I crossed my arms and gave her a look. “What? It’s just so easy to mess with you. Like, you make it so easy…”

“That does not mean you should do it.” Christen said as Tobin and them all were laughing.

“Exactly.” I said agreeing with Christen.

“(Y/N), I think your best friend is turning on you.” Rose said as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“This joke isn’t even funny anymore.” Christen said as I smiled at the irritated expression on (Y/N)’s face.

“It was never funny.” She said crossing her arms

“You just make it so easy though.” I said mocking her as she smiled at me.

“Alright everyone…back to practice.” Jill yelled as we all got back to our practice. The Sweden game was tomorrow so we had light training for the day to prepare ourselves. (Y/N) was super pumped because we both were returning to the starting lineup. It blows my mind that she is actually worried about not starting when she is one of our more technical players.

The last few weeks have been really nice for us. It’s been a good balance of time we have got to spend alone and time with the team. I have had to do more press than usual, so I know she has spent a ton of time with like Christen and Becky. It feels like we are in a great place though. I feel like we have been in a really blissful place that hasn’t really stopped since we got together. One thing I don’t like though is that I have been feeling this sense of dread, like somehow that blissful place is going to be ruined. I can’t explain it fully. I just keep feeling like something is going to happen.

(Y/N) has reassured me that nothing could break us apart, but I don’t feel like that’s fully true. Despite how open and honest we have been with each other; I know there are things that we are keeping from each other. I thought after she opened up to me that I would feel a little better, but I can’t help but feel like there is more stuff she isn’t saying. As for me and what I am keeping from her, let’s just say I messed up. I didn’t cheat or anything, but I do think it definitely counts as a betrayal.

“Alex!” I was broken out of my thoughts by Allie who gave me a weird look. “Come on…trainings done for the day.”

I turned to see mostly everyone either walking off or standing in a little circle talking. I spotted my girlfriend walking with Tierna, Sonnett, Rose, and Sam. They were walking towards the group of Christen, Tobin, Pinoe, and Ash.

“Are you alright?” Kelley asked as I nodded my head.

“I just have a lot on my mind…” I said as she nodded her head. I stretched out a little as we made our way towards the group. I took a sip of the water bottle in my hand as Kelley gave me a concerned look.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” I said as we joined the other group. She nodded her head as I walked towards (Y/N).

“Hey baby…you good?” she asked as I nodded my head. She wrapped an arm around me as I let my head drop to her shoulder.

“So, real talk. Do we think Sweden is going to put their best lineup out there?” Ash asked as some people shrugged their shoulders.

“I don’t think so…they are already onto the knockouts and when you consider which side of the bracket is more appealing…I really don’t think they want to win the group.” Sonnett said taking a sip of water from the bottle that I brought over.

“You don’t think they want to play Spain? Or potentially France or Brazil?” Pinoe asked with an amused smile as everyone laughed.

“God, I can’t believe that’s going to be our side of the bracket if we win…” Sam said closing her eyes with an exasperated look on her face.

“I can’t wait…” (Y/N) said with a grin.

“Psychopath…” Tierna mumbled as they both laughed.

“You want to be the best…you got to beat the best. I don’t want to win this tournament saying we took the easy way to the final.” She said as several people nodded their heads.

“Amen to that.” Allie said as we all then headed to the locker room.

Once we got back to the hotel, it was mainly relaxing and doing last minute game talks. I took a quick shower and smiled when I came out to see (Y/N) facetiming with Santiago.

“I just feel like you’re being a little bitch about this.” I heard him say as she rolled her eyes.

“You say the kindest things…” she said as I laid down next to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I rested my head on her shoulder.

“Is that Alex?” he asked as she gave me a look.

“Who else could this possibly be?” she asked as he started yelling at her.

“I didn’t want to be rude and assume that it was her. What if it wasn’t her?” he yelled as I laughed.

“Who else would be cuddled up to me like this?” she asked with an exasperated look on her face.

“Your whole team is freakishly close…it could have been anyone.”

“I hate you. Goodnight Santi.” She said as she hung up on him as he yelled back goodnight to her.

“He’s going to yell at you for hanging up on him” I said as she nodded her head.

“Probably.” She commented leaning in to give me a kiss. I leaned into her as I soon found myself fully on top of her.

She sat up with me in her lap as things got a little heated. One of her hands slipped under my shirt as the other gripped my thigh. My hands were gripping her face and neck as if my life depended on it. Eventually, air was a necessity as we pulled away. We stared at each other for a moment as we tried to catch our breath.

“We should really stop.” She mumbled as I nodded going in for another kiss. Our little make out session continued for a few more minutes, before I realized that she was right. We really needed to stop. I pulled away with her trying to follow my lips. I had my eyes closed trying to regain my composure. She wasn’t on the same page of relaxing for a moment, because she immediately went for my neck. It didn’t take her long to find my sweet spot as I bit back the moan that was threatening to come out.

“If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop at all.” I said as she continued placing kisses on my neck.

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked as I reluctantly pulled away completely this time.

“We have to play tomorrow which means we need our sleep tonight.” I said as her dark eyes focused on my lips. She licked her lips as she nodded her head. “(Y/N), I am serious.”

She looked up into my eyes as she seemed to snap out of whatever haze she was in. She nodded her head as she slowly laid back down.

“If I lay down, are you going to behave?” I asked as she sent me a mischievous look

“Of course, I will love…” she said as I laid down next to her. She turned a little to wrap her arms around me.

“If I have to sleep in the other bed, because you can’t control yourself…I am going to be mad.”

“Alright I hear you….no funny business.” She said with an amused tone. She placed a quick kiss on my neck before snuggling into me. “Last one I promise.” I rolled my eyes before leaning over and turning off the light.

Once morning came, I headed into the bathroom to start getting ready but stopped when I took a look in the mirror.

“Son of a bitch.” I mumbled as I immediately exited the bathroom. I jumped onto the bed and picked up the pillow and started smacking (Y/N) with it.

“You” smack. “left” smack. “A.” smack. “Mark.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Idiot.” Smack.

“Hey…” she groaned catching the pillow in her hand as she sat up. I glared at her as she frowned, but then bit back a smile once seeing my neck. “It’s not that noticeable.”

“Not that noticeable!?” I glared at her as she frowned most likely at being yelled at.

“Just put like some concealer on it…” she said as my glare intensified.

“I could kill you.” I said as I stood up and got off the bed with the pillow still in hand.

“At least everyone will know your taken now…” She let out a little laugh as I turned and chucked the pillow at her.  

I took a quick shower before getting out and looking into the mirror. I heard a little knock on the bathroom door as I turned to open the door. She was on the other side with a small smile.

“For what its worth, I am sorry.” She said as I examined the dark spots on my neck. I turned to her with a glare. The rest of the morning consisted of us getting ready while she continued saying sorry. I rolled my eyes as she grabbed my arm before we exited the room.

“I love you.” She said as I turned towards her not hiding my irritation at all. Technically, I knew she wasn’t trying to leave a mark. It just got way too heated last night. Too heated for being in the middle of the World Cup at least. I wanted to be mad, but the little pout she was giving me was making my anger melt away. “I doubt anyone will notice.”

“They are going to notice. The teasing that we have already been getting is only going to intensify.”

“Probably. All I need to do is make one inappropriate joke and then they won’t want to talk about it anymore…”

“True.” I mumbled knowing that she was right. “I love you too.”

I leaned in and gave her a kiss as we exited the room.

(Y/N) POV Switch

As we got downstairs, I knew Alex was a little on edge because of the marks on her neck. She tried covering them up with makeup but if you looked close enough you could see them. I really hadn’t intended on giving her any. I just got a little worked up last night. We entered the room for breakfast and found our seats as everyone was making their way into the room. I knew that someone was most likely going to notice, but I hope that they just wouldn’t say anything.

“Is that a hickey?”

Well, it was wishful thinking. I groaned when Alex immediately turned bright red, then whipped around and glared at me as I gave her an apologetic look.

“It is!” Kelley said as she tried to examine her neck to which Alex slapped her hands away. I glared at Kelley as everyone who was at the table were squinting and trying to get a good look at Alex’s neck.

“You didn’t have that yesterday which means you two were a little busy last night…” Ash said wiggling her eyebrows at us.

“Gross.” Tierna mumbled from next to me.

“Are you guys having sex?” Allie asked as Alex leaned on the table with her head in her hands. I sank down in my seat a little not liking all the personal questions.

“I don’t want to know.” Christen said putting her hands over her ears. I fought the internal battle to annoy christen because I didn’t want to further embarrass Alex. I mean…we haven’t had sex.

“We aren’t having sex.” I said as Alex turned her head to face me. I was convinced it was just going to be a permanent glare for today.

“Alex’s neck says otherwise.” Pinoe said taking a bite of her food.

“We aren’t having sex.” I repeated shaking my head as there were a few huffs around the table.

“Really?” Kelley asked with an incredulous look.

“I would have thought that would be the first thing you guys did when you got together.” Allie said as Kelley and them nodded in agreement

“How can we when you never leave us alone…” I said with a glare as mostly everyone seemed to catch the hint.

“Anyway…the game today…” Tobin said changing the subject.

I leaned over a little and rubbed Alex’s back. I was trying to comfort her because I knew she was extremely irritated.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. She leaned back and shook her head as she started eating. I sighed as I started eating my food. As we were finishing up, she stood and left without saying a word to me. I knew deep down that she was mad at the situation and not at me. She wasn’t easily embarrassed which is how I knew this was somewhat serious.

“Hey, we didn’t mean to upset you guys…” Kelley said with an apologetic look.

“You guys just don’t know when to quit.” I said as I moved to go after Alex.

Once I caught up to the forward, I took her hand in mine. She tried to pull it away at first, but after a moment she relaxed a little.

“Alex, I am sorry.”

“I know.” She turned towards me as I frowned. “I’m not mad at you. I just…it’s hard enough going through everything and figuring everything out with you without all of them prying like that.”

“I know.” I pulled her in for a hug. “What can I do?”

“Hold me for a minute. You always bring me comfort.” She mumbled as I nodded my head.

“I can do that.” I held her in my arms for a moment before she pulled away a little.

“I love you.” I smiled as I leaned in to give her a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Eventually, we rejoined the group to which everyone apologized. She seemed to brush it off, but I knew it was probably going to bother her for a little while.

After breakfast, we had a quick team meeting before heading to the stadium. All this excitement almost made me forget we have a game today. A game that I get to play in!

Once we arrived at the stadium, we went through our warm-ups and did the anthem and got the game started. The first half got off to a great start with a goal from Lindsay who was able to send it into the back of the net while it was in traffic after a corner kick from Pinoe. The rest of the first half was pretty uneventful, as we headed to the locker room. We did our usual talk of tactics and strategy. What was working and what wasn’t working. Then, we got back out for the second half.

Alex came out of the game for Carli in the 46th minute, which was a bummer, but we were celebrating again in the 50th minute when Tobin’s shot went into the back of the net. It was an incredible shot. I groaned when they wanted to do a VAR check though.

“I’m going to be pissed if they call this off.” I said to Tobin who nodded her head. The ref came back a moment later and motioned that the goal would stand.

“Thank god.” Tobin mumbled as I got back into position to continue the game. About 10 minutes later, I l saw my number go up as Christen was standing on the sideline. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

“Good luck.” I said as she smiled and ran onto the field. I made my way over to where the others were sitting.

“Good job!” Alex said as I smiled and sat next to her. We continued watching the game and I grinned when the final whistle went.

“Onto the Knockouts!” I said as everyone nodded.

Everything seemed to fly by as we got back to the hotel. The next two-three days went quick as we did travel and training and recovery. We finally had half a day off. We were able to get the hotel we were staying in to let us use one of their conference rooms to mess around in. The game was tomorrow so we were all hanging out trying to keep a good mood around. We knew the tournament was more do or die now because one loss and your out. Spain isn’t a team that’s just going to let us win. They are going to put up a fight and will probably be the toughest team we’ve faced so far…at least in my opinion.

Anyways, we are all hanging out like I said. We set up some of the chairs as if they were a net so we could do some soccer tennis. On my side was Mal and Rose. On the other side, was Kelley, Sonnet, and Lindsay. Alex and some of the other girls were watching as we kept rotating between teams.

“You’re cheating!” Sonnett yelled as I shook my head.

“I’m not cheating!” I said as Rose and Mal were practically on the ground laughing. “It’s not my fault that you suck!”

“Ohhhh, we want to go there now do we….” Kelley said as I laughed at the defender. We continued for another few minutes before my team won.

“Yes!” Mal said as she high fived me. “I knew we picked right with you…”

I shook my head with a laugh as Alex and them stood ready to do another rotation of teams. I winked at her as she shook her head. Some of us jumped when we heard the loud bang of the door being thrown open. I turned to see Christen with a furious look on her face. I sighed preparing myself for the fight that was coming. I thought I had a little more time…Tobin and JJ were both behind her with nervous looks as Christen stormed up to me. She didn’t say a word as she shoved me.

“Okay…” I said as she glared at me. Some of the other girls reacted by moving like they were going to separate us before I held up my hand to say stop.

“You are such an asshole!” Christen said as she glared at me. “How could you do this to me?”

“Okay…let me explain.”

“No, I don’t want to hear it.” She said pointing at me.

“You just asked me how I could do this…let me explain.”

“You knew how important it was…” she got in my face again as I swallowed and looked down for a moment.

“Christen please…” I said softly wishing for her to let me explain.

“Someone want to explain what’s going on?” Kelley asked with confusion as everyone looked between us with worried expressions.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did?” she asked crossing her arms. “Tell them how you betrayed me.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Then, what is it like…you used information I told you that I asked you not to tell anyone else…for your own personal gain. You are the most selfish person I have ever met.”

“Okay seriously…what happened?” Pinoe asked looking between us. I stayed silent for a moment as Christen scoffed.

“Everyone knows that I have been trying to help LAFC become an official NWSL team. The selection counsel changed their minds about allowing a team into the league next year and released a list of requirements that they gave to prospect teams. One of the requirements was that the team had to have an already established stadium. It’s been the biggest struggle for all the prospect teams, because its hard to find a stadium that accommodates everything. LAFC has been in talks with the owner of a stadium that is still being built. They didn’t want to just have the woman share with the men. So, they decided to find one that the woman could use to show that they care about growing the game.” She took a breath as I continued looking down.

“The stadium isn’t set to finish construction for another three months. It’s been a huge secret because they don’t have the money yet to buy the stadium which is why they agreed to finalize the deal after the construction is done. Only a few people really knew about the deal because they didn’t want to risk another team stealing the contract from them…I was one of them. I told (Y/N) about the deal months ago. Next thing I know, I am getting a call today from one of the LAFC reps freaking out because the rights to the stadium has just been purchased by FC Barcelona. Upon finding out that Barcelona has purchased the stadium, The NWSL selection counsel has greenlit them becoming an official team for next season. They are set to announce their first signing after the World Cup which will be…big surprise (Y/N) (Y/LN).”  

I closed my eyes as soon as she was done. There were a few gasps around the room as I lifted my head to look at Christen. There was so much emotion on her face. Anger and Betrayal. It hurt to know I was the cause of it.

“You’re leaving Utah?” Kelley asked looking at me. I nodded my head not breaking eye contact from Christen.

“Why would you do this?” she asked me again. “You knew how important it was for me to get to go home to LA.”

“I know that!” I said with an exasperated look on my face. “I know how important it is for you, but it’s important for me too. I saw the opportunity and I took it. You would have done the same.”

“You knew how important it was for me to be with my family!” she yelled at me causing some of the people in the room to flinch.

“It’s important for me too! I’d like to go home too! You don’t think it’s important for me to be with my family too?”

“What family do you have?” she yelled. “The one that kicked you out and doesn’t speak to you anymore?”

“Christen!” I heard Kelley hiss out.

I froze and it truly felt like everyone and everything stopped. I was paralyzed as I stared at her. It seemed to be the thing that snapped her out of her anger as she immediately had guilt on her face. I felt my throat tighten and my eyes start to water.

“How do you…” I turned my head slightly to look at Kelley who had a guilty expression as she closed her eyes upon seeing me look at her.

My thoughts were going in overdrive as my mind worked to connect all the dots. Christen knew. Judging by the look on her face, Kelley was the one who told her. So, who told Kelley? I knew this answer but for a split second I didn’t want to believe it.

I took a breath and then stepped to turn my body towards her. I lifted my eyes to Alex who had a pained expression to match my own.

“Wait…” she said attempting to come closer to me. I held up my hand stopping her in her tracks.

“You told Kelley…” I whispered as the tears started to flow from my eyes. She tried to come closer again as I took a step back.

“It was an accident, I-”

“An accident?” I asked with a look of disbelief. “How do you accidentally reveal my biggest secret to someone?”

“(Y/N)…please…”

“No!” I said as I frustratingly wiped my tears. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life. I was fine with no one knowing. I was fine not being open. I was fine with all of you thinking I’m an emotionally challenged dick.” No one spoke for a moment as everyone was processing the information they had just heard.

“You know what…Fuck this.” I turned towards Christen who looked like she wanted to say something but remained quiet. “Fuck you.” I said pointing to her as I turned towards Kelley already making my way towards the door. “Fuck you.” I turned to Alex who look like she desperately wanted to follow me…I hesitated for a moment. “Fuck you most of all…” With that, I stormed out of the room.

To Be Continued…

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Tortured Souls. (10)

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Summary: Y/N Stark is being chased and accused of a crime she didn’t commit, what happens when the person behind all of this possesses her very own face?

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Warnings: Violence, language.

Word Count: 5,000.

Tony was happy to have you back, even though you were still in danger and the feds wanted your head, he was just happy you were in his line of vision.

He thought so until Steve called him saying your gear had disappeared along with your guns and knives. Tony cursed under his breath and called you but the call went straight to the voicemail.

He asked Steve to search you and he called Peter to ask if you had spoken with the boy asking for any sort of information. The boy answered no and even got mad that you were back in the town and hadn’t told him.

Steve searched and asked Sam and Bucky where you had gone, which surprisingly neither of them knew.

Bucky got worried, he remembered the day prior where you had left the Compound really early and just told him to trust you, and when you came back you spent the day talking with your friends and hung out with Tony on the nightfall.

You arrived later in the night and slept with him, he remembered every touch and moans you two exchanged, did he made something wrong? 

He believed not since the next morning you stood laid with him caressing his hair and gazing at his cerulean eyes just enjoying the feeling of his body close to yours.

When Bucky left you to take a shower he heard the door closing. And when he got back you had vanished, he didn’t get worried since he knew you and Tony were close and he couldn’t just steal all of your time. But Steve came running asking where you were and Bucky got entirely worried about your whereabouts.

No one found you. Normally they wouldn’t get so worried since sometimes you liked to take a time to think and drove for hours, or maybe grabbing a motorcycle. But since the situation with Artem was sordid they imagined the wronger.

Y/N.

When the sun rose you stood unmoveable watching Bucky sleep. His long eyelashes, the amazing form of his lips, his cheeks, the soft wrinkles around his eyes, his almost imperceptible scars, the subtle freckles.

All of his beauty.

His breath was steady and you made sure to not move to wake him up, it was a blessing for him sleep and don’t be tormented by nightmares, you didn’t want to demolish that.

The last day you made plans with Clint, you two would go in the old Stark factory and meet the agents and Artem. You weren’t stupid and knew the chances of dying were high, but you had to end it all. So, you spent time with the people you care about

Clint parked a car ten minutes ahead of the Compound entrance and you jumped in ready to go to the old factory.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Clint asked, he was using his gear and you could see his archery at the back-seat.

“You act like we had never worked together before.” You joked.

He smiled. “Of course we did, but I just asking because that man is making his life priority to destroy yours, maybe we can wait for Fury’s-”

“No.” You cut him. “I made all of this and I will fix this, Clint.” He took a deep breath and bowed his head turning the car on. “Let’s go.” You said and prepared for the possible encounter.

                                …

You saw all the agents around. Clint being the Hawkeye himself kept on the higher levels watching every step.

You were on the platform and glad you knew the place territory since when you traveled with Tony you were astonished by the large structures and architectures so you studied all the areas that used to manufacturing Stark’s ammo. You looked at every person in the room and none of them were Artem. “He isn’t here.” You said.

“Copy.” Clint’s voice sounded in your ear.

Walking through the place you made sure to hide your body in the corners and pass unnoticed. You saw one of the rooms that was an old office and just one agent was there.

The man was huge, but that way it would be faster for you to beat his ass. You placed one of your hands on his mouth and the other held the knife that cut his throat. You let it bleed but moved so you could grab his body and place on the floor, a loud thud wouldn’t help to pass as silent.

You walked to the desk and saw a few files. Your files. “Y/N Stark 447-9 mission protocol with Captain America. Successful mission and the defaulter was arrested in the maximum security prison signed by Nick Fury.” You grabbed the other paper and it was the same example.

“124-5P mission in Nigeria. Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Y/N Stark and Tony Stark. A successful mission where the weapon traffic owner was properly attached and are locked in Berlin under the orders of Everett Ross.”

You saw another one with your and Natasha’s picture on it. “877-E mission protocol in Brazil. Y/N Stark, Natasha Romanoff intercepted documents from the Lava Jato operation where the country’s leaders were stealing large sums from the country. Successful mission signed by Nick Fury. The past president, senator, former federal deputy, executive, ex-Chairman of the Board of Directors among many other important positions are under the order of the federal justice of Brazil and SHIELD is not allowed to interfere in the case.”

All the missions you went with placed on the table. They were copies and not the real document, someone probably had printed the files and handed to Artem, not even the most qualified hacker could hack SHIELD'S system and grab mission reports like that.

You heard the man’s walkie-talkie squeaking and then someone spoke. “Tyler is everything okay there?” You didn’t know what to do, you surely needed to make some new device with Tony to change voices. You grabbed all the files winding it making a funnel and placed it inside your pants close to your waist. “Tyler? Copy?”

You grabbed your gun and took the safety off. You aimed it in your front and walked quietly out of the place. “Y/N something happened.” Clint said and you knew probably the people outside would run to Tyler’s dead body's reach and understand why the tall man didn’t answer.

“Yeah, I got it.” You turned the corner of the hall but two men saw you. “Shit! They saw me, I repeat they saw me.”

“You know you don’t have to say ‘repeat’, Y/N.“ Clint answered calmly.

He and you always made fun of how Steve and Sam used the formal words in missions, even though the new technology managed to make the ear-piece capable to send a perfect voice message without the need to have to scream ‘copy’ every now and then. “But in that way, it makes more real.“ You joked and the men reached your form.

They looked at you up and down and licked their lips, probably happy to see a woman wearing tight clothes. You throw your gun at the floor and started wrestle with them.

Two hit the floor rather quietly, people tend to only know how to work with a gun, when it comes to human contact they run off.

Idiots.

You grabbed their guns and added to your collection, if a fire starts at least you will have bullets enough. You grabbed one of their walkie-talkies, maybe you would track it down on Tony’s lab.

Pushing back a strand of hair you clicked the earpiece inside your ear. “Two down, are you okay?”

“Yeah, all cool.” You heard a loud sound like someone hit the floor. “Three down here too.“

You smirked at his teasing voice. “Oh, so this is a contest now?“ You walked out of the place aiming your gun in front of your body to any possible threat.

“Why you sound so happy? Missed missions, sweetie?“

You surely did, all the tension and danger were making you feel alive. “You have no idea.“

“Okay, but don’t let all that bliss blind you. We need to grab someone to interrogate.“

Clint remembered you, you found another office but a man was inside there, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was screaming in a foreign language and you were glad you knew so. It was Ukrainian. 

You peeked closer but still wasn’t Artem.

“Khtosʹ tut, ale ya ne mozhu yoho znayty. Mu namahalysya pohovoryty z p'yatʹma nashymy lyudʹmy, ale zhoden z nykh ne vidpovidaye.” - Someone is here, but I can not find it. We tried to talk to five of our men but none of them responds.

The man was alone so you entered the place aiming two guns at his head. He closed his mouth and you titled your head to the cell phone, he turned it off and raised his hands with a smile. “Y/N right? Wow, I didn’t think I had bee lucky enough to see you in real life.”

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it? I ain’t the one you are looking for…” He answered and sat in the chair, you walked to him knowing it was likely to have some sort of button under the desk. You kicked his chair and the thing rolled back. “Cautious aren’t we?”

“Where is Artem?” You asked nonchalantly, while the man smiled like you were his favorite superhero.

“He isn’t here.” You placed the gun on his forehead.

“Want to try again?”

He blinked. “I am not lying! He isn’t. After one kid dressed in a Halloween costume appeared he knew it was a matter of time for you arrive.” Kid probably Peter.

“So where is he?”

“I don’t know.” You hit the barrel on his head and he groaned in pain. “I’m serious, he knew you would appear he wouldn’t let me now. I’m just a henchman.” You beat again. “I’m serious.” You hit again and his eyes were tearing. “Okay okay.” He said and shook his head, he raised his hand to touch his head but you pointed the other gun at his hand.

“Did I say you could move?” You asked seriously and he lowered his eyes.

“He is smart. He and her.”

“Who is her?”

“Some American bitch, she thinks she knows something but she just delivers Artem your information.” He replied.

Probably the one that is using your face out there making a mess.

Or maybe it was another case, like Tony’s encounter with Mandarin in the prior years, where the big bad man was just an actor. “She gave information about the Avengers?”

“Yes she did.” He answered and you looked at him closely. He was speaking Ukrainian and knew who the woman was, you thought about Clint’s word of using someone for interrogation so you punched his face two followed times with precision and he passed out. “Clint, I got someone perfect for the interrogation.” He didn’t answer, “Clint, copy.”

“I’m here, sorry six guys appeared.“ Your heart clenched just at the thought of all of this being a trap and Clint being against you. ‘Please not Clint.’ You thought.

“Someone is coming. A big car.” Clint stated.

Clint ran to the top of the platform to look at his surroundings widely.

The car parked and four men walked out of it, he saw how the men were armed and he decided to fix the situation quickly. “More four out here. I got it.”

Everything went smoothly in the factory. After you knocked the man out a few other agents appeared but you managed to win the fight.

Your nose was bleeding but out of this, everything was well. 

You entered the car with Clint taking a few ammo and the witnessed with you. You decided to call your friends to say you’re fine, they probably would be losing their minds.

Tony.

Tony called Fury and asked to encounter him. He also called Rhodey asking if you had made something. Everette had been warned about your missing and called Tony to figure out what had happened.

“She doesn’t have a tracker on her suit?“

Everett asked. The agents had trackers on their uniforms to make sure if one of them got kidnapped, or run off, they could be tracked. But the moment you saw a different thing on your suit you took it off pissed.

“She took it off the first moment she realized it.“ Tony answered.

“Do you want to send a search team to search around town?“ Everett asked but Tony knew it was something complicated. CIA wasn’t known for being silent about the investigations, and a team would only alarm unnecessary public attention.

“No, let’s wait for a few more minutes.“ He turned the call off and glanced at Steve and Sam in the room. “I swear when she gets back I will kill her!“

Steve was holding his phone on his lap while a call with Bucky was occurring, Bucky was desperate too and Steve wanted to make sure his friend would be aware of the whole situation since he couldn’t be in the place physically. “She said something differently last night?” Steve asked Tony.

“No, how about you?“ Sam and Steve replayed the time by your side but it was just comfortable, their good friend was happy to be back. 

“Vision said he saw her walking out of the Compound wearing normal clothes and a bag.” Sam pointed. “We don’t know what was inside of it.”

“Probably her guns and knives, I didn’t find it either.”

Tony phone vibrated with your name on it. “Y/N?” Tony asked waiting for the worst, somehow it wasn’t your voice he was waiting for.

“Tony I’m okay.” Your voice was calm.

“I’m not playing! Where the hell are you?”

“I’m going back to the Compound to get a quinjet and fly to Washington, I found a perfect witness.” Tony widened his eyes.

“Witness? What have you done?” He was screaming and stopped his steps to control his breath. Steve grabbed the phone of Tony’s hands. 

“Sunrise.” You answered with another code word to make sure he knew you were safe and sound. “I’m fine, Steve. Seriously, I’m with Clint. We are driving to the Compound. Meet me there. I can’t say much, just know that I’ll meet Fury in Washington and investigate that whole case.” You said knowing that in the Compound you wouldn’t have the opportunity to discuss the matter. You hung up and Steve looked at Sam and at Tony. 

“Y/N, where are you? Are you okay?” He asked worried, it had a chance to be a trap to get them, someone might have caught you and since you and Steve had coded words in cases like this he wanted to make sure. “Raining?” He notified, it was one of the coded words.

“She said she is okay and it’s going to the Compound. Let’s go?” Steve asked sort of perplexed, he was waiting for the worst and suddenly you call him saying it’s all fine? Like you just went out to grab some groceries.

Tony nodded standing up realizing Steve’s phone was on a call with the name ’Bucky’ on it, he rolled his eyes and walked ahead of the men. 

Sam shook his head and grabbed Steve’s phone. “Man we are heading there, she is too.” Sam told Bucky and turned the phone off.

Y/N.

In the Compound, Clint took the man to the quinjet while you went to talk with someone. Bucky ran it your reach and touched your face like he thought he would never see you again. “Where were you? Why your nose is bleeding?”

“It’s okay Bucky, I’m okay.”

“What were you thinking? Leaving like that. Tony almost died in worry, he called everyone asking about you.” His first moment of worry faded and then the protective one appeared.

You looked at him and placed your hands on his chest, you looked at his eyes silently waiting for him to calm down.

He looked curious at first but nodded when he saw a Clint taking a man to one of the quinjets.

You couldn’t say anything since you believed someone was spying the area.

“I’m okay, I just needed to breathe.” You lied but made movements with your eyes trying to make Bucky understand you meant something else.

You handed him a piece of paper and kissed his lips before walking to help Clint.

Bucky opened the paper.

I believe someone is watching us, maybe a bug inside the Compound delivering our information. I tried to find Artem today but he wasn’t there, the man you saw me and Clint with were there talking on the phone with someone about us. I’m okay.

“Y/N! What were you thinking?” Tony shouted and reached your spot near the plane. You took a deep breath knowing he was just worried about you. “Have you any idea what I thought that happened? This was so irresponsible.” He looked at Clint. “And how about you? Would you like if I grabbed one of your children and take them on a suicide mission?”

He nodded biting his lip and looked at your whereabouts, you were talking with Clint and tilting your head to the quinjet.

The door opened again and Steve entered, Bucky nodded his head and walked out of the place.

Clint shrugged his shoulders. “If they knew how to fight like her, yeah.” He joked and Tony's nostrils fluttered with Clint’s reply.

“It’s all okay, Tony.” You stated and saw Steve approaching with the piece of paper you handed to Bucky, you smiled knowing it would be better that way.

Steve nodded at you, still mad, but was happy to see you were okay and agreed with your decision after he saw the paper.

If the place was truly compromised it was better to avoid any sort of new information spreading.

Steve handed the paper to Tony and the man grabbed it recognizing your handwriting on it. He took a deep breath after reading and darted his eyes at his side thinking about what to do.

“So I’m tired and need a vacation in Paris. Bye bye.” You lied with mockery to anyone that was hearing in a hidden bug/microphone and entered the quinjet going to Washington knowing you had told Steve about it earlier.

Sam crossed his arms and shook his head. “No, she does know how to defend herself and she is with Clint, they will meet Fury so has no need to all of us get there. Let’s search for any bug inside the Compound.”

Your friends kept quiet reflecting on your thought of the place being compromised. They followed Tony outside to talk in a spot far from the place.

When they reached an area where any sort of microphone would be able to reach Steve opened his mouth. “I think she is right, they knew a lot of things, it has a chance of someone listing us. Do we follow them?”

“Actually I have a faster way to discover if it has one.“ Tony answered and started to walk ahead of Sam and Steve.

Steve glanced at Tony grabbing his phone and saying something to his A.I, Steve darted his eyes at Sam and chuckled. “Of course he has.”

                                …

Inside the quinjet, you paid attention to the man and Clint flew the plane towards Washington. “So… That kiss uh?” Clint started and you looked at him not getting what he meant. “Come on! You kissed Buck.” You remembered the peck you gave him and blushed. “Wow, you are actually blushing. That is something new.” He said with a smile on his face.

“Come on, Clint."

“Is a serious thing?”

You wondered but you didn’t know what to say. Bucky was a man that spent years being tortured and it surely affected his life and he would never be the same again, but you believe if he start something related to intimacy with someone, it would definitely mean something to him. “What do you think?”

He shrugged. “I guess if he started to date someone it wouldn’t be only for fun, you know he had a harsh path and human contact might mean something significant to him.” He declared and you smiled since you thought exactly the same. “And it would mean something big for you too.” He spoke and you looked at him. Clint has known you for years, and he knows you better than people possible can think of.

“I really like him but-” You scoffed. “Tony and that mess.” You pointed your finger at the unconscious man. “I think I can say I love him, but things aren’t perfect.” Love had been stated to Bucky hundreds of time, but as a friend, saying you love him while you two are something more definitely has a bigger meaning.

He switched the control of the quinjet to the auto mode and walked to sit next to you. “What are you scared of?”

You tried to push him away with some remarks but he waited there looking at you with his expression of ‘I know you too damn well to lie to me’, so you took a deep breath. “I’m scared that he will realize he doesn’t like me in that way.” You looked at your fingers and started to fidget them. “Is just… things are so complicated and… and people tend to abandon me. To realize I’m not worth it and I really care about him.”

“You’re worth it Y/N, more than you realize.” You let a side smile, not truly believing in his wors. “I mean it! And if Bucky breaks your heart… screw him!” You looked at him perplexed. “For fuck sakes, the man has the perfect opportunity to have the perfect girl, or dame as they say,” You laughed. “And he isn’t stupid, he wouldn’t ruin that chance.” He said with a smile and you signed your head happy with Clint’s words. You hadn’t allowed yourself to think much about you and Bucky romantically since everything was a huge disorder. “When it all finish and you two face Tony together, just give him time. He will see Bucky is a good man and will approve you too.”

“Thank you, Clint. It means a lot.” He winked and kissed your forehead gently, just in the way Steve loves to do.

“What would your boyfriend do if he saw me kissing his girl?” He asked with a smirk truly happy to use the word ‘boyfriend’ to tease you.

He sat in the chair and regained the manual control of the plane.

Clint had called the SHIELD'S hangar supervisor and asked to land there with the orders of Fury. The man answered he didn’t receive anything and Clint told he would land the quinjet there with them allowing or not, the supervisor asked who was talking and he answered his name. After a few seconds, he allowed the landing.

When you walked out of the quinjet all the agents there pointed a gun at you, you rolled your eyes and said to someone call Fury.

When Fury appeared everyone followed his orders to put the guns down and you, Clint and the witness walked to his side heading to the interrogation room.

Inside the place, you and Clint sat the man on the chair and looked at Fury, who wasn’t much delighted to have a surprise like that. “I said I would help you but you can’t just enter the building like that with a flying quinjet. And who is that man?” He shouted.

Clint sat on the table and you propped your hips on it crossing your arms. “We went to an old Stark’s warehouse where some Hydra's agents were staying and we found that man on the phone talking in Ukrainian and they had this.” You took the amount of paper out of your waistline and gave it to him, he opened it and saw the information that should only be in the SHIELD'S system, not somewhere else. “My assumption is clear, someone inside here is delivering my information. And also the Avengers pieces of information.”

“Who?” He asked through greeted teeth, the organization was Fury’s life and career, he was pissed just at the thought of someone under his eye making all this unnecessary mess.

“We don’t know.” Clint answered. “That big guy here said it was a woman, probably the one that passing as Y/N in all the robbery and murder cases.”

You wanted to say ’I told you so’, your tongue was itching for it. But you couldn’t, Fury had come to recognize you were the victim and not the villain, so you kept quiet and let him think about the alternatives.

Fury opened his mouth but the man woke up and started to moan in pain. “Was this really necessary?” He asked and scratched his head.

You didn’t handcuff him since he was out of guns or any sort of weapon, also he couldn’t be able to beat you or Clint. “Fury right?” He looked Fury up and down smiling again.

“Do you always smile like that?” You asked pissed.

“Just when a pretty lady is near.” He winked and Clint chuckled.

“How do you know who I am?” Fury asked with a serious expression and the man just shook his head.

He looked at the black window where the SHIELD emblem was glued to the glass. 

“You should know what your employees do in their free time.”

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Warm Me Up pt. 21

songs I listened to: Wasting all These Tears- Cassadee Pope, Echoes of Love (yes still), Here Without You- 3 Doors Down, Through Glass- Stone Sour, So Sick- Ne-Yo, Water Under the Bridge and Turning Tables- Adele

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Classes were relatively easier now. It wasn’t so hard to keep up. And now, with Spring break, Will finally had some breathing room. Sadly, breathing room also meant thinking time. And he didn’t want that.

Paolo, Alex, and Cecil were sitting in the café with him. Alex and Cecil were going back home. Paolo would be staying, because a trip back to Brazil was too expensive for just a week. While they chattered on mindlessly, Will’s eyes drifted to the door on the side of the café. Then to the pillar outside. To the smoke clouds from the people sitting outside, happily talking to their friends.

“Okay, my ride’s here, I have to get my things,” Cecil said as he stood. “I’ll see you all next week.”

They waved at him and Alex squirmed anxiously in his seat. “I guess I have to go back some time, right?”

“Remember, you have us here. We’ll welcome you with open arms the second you get back,” Will offered.

“And a lot of cookie dough and blankets,” Paolo added. “We’re here for you, Alex.”

“Thanks guys.” He took a breath and gave them a thumbs up. “Wish me luck.” He left the café and Will watched as he zipped through the crowd.

Suddenly, a hand was on his forearm. He looked over at Paolo who was looking at him curiously with black eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I know you. And I can read your expressions. So spill.” Will rolled his eyes and began folding a napkin mindlessly. “It’s him, right?”

“It’s stupid,” he muttered. He shook his head and tossed the napkin aside. “I thought that by giving him his stupid sweater back I would be able to let go of everything else. The last little bit of hope and, by default, whatever emotions I have left.” He felt a burn in the back of his eyes and sighed as he shut them, putting his forehead in his hand. “But then, I see those stupid marks on his neck and… it hurt. It still hurt. Now I have this image in my head of some random guy kissing him, and… him kissing that guy back. And it hurts.” His voice broke and he groaned in frustration.

After a second, Paolo nudged him and pulled him up from his seat. “Come on,” he said. Will frowned, but followed. “We’re going for a drive.” He hauled him to Will’s car and asked for the keys. Will gave him the keys uncertainly and got in.

As he buckled himself in, Paolo grabbed the aux cord and connected it to his phone. He began driving and a song began. It had a bit of a country twang and Will frowned. His mother used to listen to these songs. “What is this?” he asked. He winced as the chorus came up and hid his face. “Could you change the song?”

“No.” Will looked over at Paolo incredulously. “You need to come to terms with your hurt. Ever since he broke up with you, you’ve been pushing aside the emotions and keeping yourself so busy you don’t even let yourself cry.”

“I don’t want to cry! Change the song!”

“Fine.” He skipped the song and much to Will’s disdain, another heartbreak song came on. “Okay, this one is you.”

“This isn’t funny,” he growled.

“I’m not trying to be.” Will glared at him and Paolo glanced over, sighing at his expression. “Will, you need to cry. I made a playlist of the best heartbreak songs of the last two decades and so help me, I’m going to help you cry out every bit of emotion you’ve been bottling away. You’re always saying not to hide what you feel, but that’s all you’ve been doing these last two weeks.” Will crossed his arms and looked out the window. A knot built in his throat and his jaw was clenched so tightly, it hurt.

As the song ended, another came on, causing Will’s heart to clench. Emotions he’d stowed away were surfacing and he was close to breaking. Memories began to fill his brain. Memories of waking up next to Nico, his arm draped lazily over him, the tired smile he’d give Will when he woke up, the smirks he gave Will whenever he wanted to make him blush, the scent of nicotine that linger on his scarred hands and worn jacket.

The way it felt when Nico hugged him or kissed him, or when he looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world, someone worthwhile, someone who mattered. He remembered how, being with him, he wasn’t worried about what everyone else saw him as. Because it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was enough for Nico. That Nico needed him and trusted him.

That he wanted him.

Before he knew it, he was crying almost uncontrollably into his hands as words of pain and heartbreak and longing played in the background. “I hate him,” he spat. “I hate him so much, I hate what he did to me, I hate the way he makes me feel, I hate that he moved on while I’m here crying over him, I hate him!” He clenched his fist and pulled at his hair in frustration.

“You don’t hate him,” Paolo reasoned. “You love him. That’s why it hurts so much. And it’s okay to have loved him. To love him still.”

“No it’s not!” he protested. “Because he didn’t care about me! He moved on, he decided he didn’t want me, and immediately went back to parties and making out with strangers. It’s my own fault. My own fucking fault, because that’s exactly how our relationship started, I mean what did I expect?” Paolo frowned, and Will realized he’d stopped the car. “He was drunk and he kissed me at a party. I got him back to campus to keep him safe and… we became friends. I thought… I thought I mattered to him.” He cursed and hit the dashboard angrily. “He’s just so good at pretending. And I’m so tired of hurting over someone who never even cared about me.”

“Don’t say that,” Paolo insisted. “He cared about you. It wasn’t always the way it ended.”

“Then when?” he moaned. “When did he decide he didn’t like me anymore? While I was falling deeper and deeper in love with him, he was getting sick of me, looking for a way out.” The truth of his words made him feel broken and breathless. “Why? When?”

“Have you ever asked him?” Paolo asked. Will frowned. “It sounds like what you want is closure, Will. You want answers to make sense of everything. And you’re entitled to them, because you truly care for him.” Will shook his head and pulled his legs up, resting his head against them.

“I just want to let go of him the way he let go of me. This isn’t fair,” he croaked. The songs continued to play and Will continued to cry, letting out every tear he’d forced back since their break up. Letting out every bit of hurt and confusion.

“He was mine, Paolo. And as soon as we break up, he’s getting hickeys from strangers and holding other people.”

“At least when he kissed you he was sober. It meant something. You think it means anything with the people he meets at parties? I’m sure he doesn’t even remember them or give them a second glance afterwards.”

Will shook his head and Paolo put an arm around him. “I can’t even think of kissing anyone else…. And Nico’s making out with people until his neck is covered with proof.” He wiped his eyes and sniffed, feeling more and more pathetic. “I just don’t understand how he could just suddenly decide he doesn’t like me….”

He wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed there, parked with music on a loop and Will alternating between angry rants and heart wrenching sobs. Meanwhile, his friend comforted him and assured him it was okay to let his emotions out.

It was dark by the time they returned to the campus.

“That was a very shitty thing to do,” Will said as they left the car. “But I needed that. So thank you. And… thank you for dealing with my crying.”

“It’s what friends are for, Will. I’ll be in my dorm whenever you need me okay?”

He nodded and they went their separate ways. Will’s eyes felt sore and raw after so much crying, but the pressure in his chest did seem to dissipate.

He clicked for the elevator and sighed, feeling exhausted in every possible way. He wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and watch crime shows and thrillers on Netflix until he fell asleep.

When the elevator doors opened Will gasped and stepped back in surprise. Nico was in his building. Shoving his tongue down some guy’s throat. In the elevator.

They’d pulled apart at the sound of the elevator stopping and Nico staggered when he saw Will. Meanwhile, Will was fighting back the bile in his throat. He stepped aside, averting his eyes as Nico and the stranger hurried out of the elevator.

Will imagined he might have burst into tears if he hadn’t cried himself out completely. He made a mental note to thank Paolo again. Ignoring the ball of lead in his stomach, he went to his room and plopped onto the bed, groaning into his pillow in anger and frustration.

Before he could fall asleep, his phone began to chime with the ringtone for a video call. He grimaced and pressed his hands against his face, hoping he didn’t look like he’d been crying for the last few hours. He answered and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a close up on Kayla’s face.

“Will?”

“Hey shortstack,” he greeted.

“What’cha doing?” she asked, stuffing a gummy bear into her mouth. “When are you coming back home? I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go back yet. I have to check with my job.”

“Tell them your little sister wants you to come home.” Will chuckled and heard his mother in the background as she took the phone from Kayla. “Mom! I was talking to him!”

“You were showing off your food. Go clean your room then come and talk.” He heard Kayla whine and stomp away. “Hey honey, how was your day?”

“Fine,” he lied. “Yours? What’d you do?”

She seemed to be holding the phone up with one hand and furiously scrubbing something with the other. “Busy and tiring. We just ate dinner so I’m cleaning. Your father’s out back setting up the pool. It’s been hot enough down here since mid-February, but he wanted to wait for a school break and for nighttime so the sun isn’t beating down on him.” She glanced at him and frowned. “Are you okay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You look like you were crying.”

Will grimaced and sighed, rubbing his eyes. “No, I just got sick suddenly. Runny nose, sore throat. Probably the weird temperature swings. I’m okay.” She hummed and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Mom, I promise I’m okay. Just feeling a little sick. I was about to go to bed.”

“Where’s Nico?”

Making out with some stranger, he thought bitterly. “He went out to get me some soup before the restaurants closed. He’ll be back later.”

“Tell him to get Robitussin too.” Will nodded, fighting the pain from the giant knot in his throat. “He’s a wonderful boyfriend, honey. I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll tell Kayla you’ll call tomorrow. Sleep well, sweet pea, I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom,” he whispered. He hung up and clenched his jaw. He remembered getting sick and Nico arriving at his door with soup and making him his first s’more, laying with him so he’d fall asleep…. Those were such sweet things to do, things a person did when they cared.

So where had that gone? When did it stop? Why?

The questions had no answer and it was starting to drive him crazy. He laid down and tried to forget, tried not to think of memories because they didn’t matter now. They didn’t matter to Nico, so why should they matter to Will?

***

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room. The sound of sloppy kisses and awkward chuckles. And that’s all Nico could process. He couldn’t focus on whether he was a good kisser, on whether the guy was making him feel good or not.

He could only process the awkward sounds and the memory of Will’s expression when the fucking elevator opened.

He’d been crying. Nico knew Will’s expressions better than anyone’s. He’d been crying and Nico wanted to know why, wanted to know if he was okay, if he needed anything. But Will wouldn’t even look at him. He looked away as Nico was pulled from the elevator and out of the building.

Still the expression of shock, hurt, and then fury that registered in those perfect blue eyes had struck him hard enough that he forgot how to breathe.

“What are you thinking?”

Nico was brought back to the present when Peter spoke. He had no idea how he’d gotten himself into this situation, but there he was. “Nothing,” he answered. He pulled him into another kiss, trying not to grimace at how horrible this guy was at it. He opened his mouth too much. He didn’t know what to do with his tongue. And my God, he produced so much saliva.

Will had been good at this. At so many types of kisses. He never failed to make Nico’s stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Maybe you need a drink?” Peter suggested, biting down a little too hard on Nico’s lower lip. Nico raised an eyebrow and nudged the boy who had been a stranger until about two hours ago off of him. He knelt down by his fridge and pulled out a bottle of Crown and a jug of vodka he’d gotten for cheap at the gas station. “Sweet,” Peter smiled.

He gave Peter a shot cup to fill as much as he’d like. But Nico filled a regular sized cup and forced the liquor down like juice. He wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to get the memories out of his head. And he would drink until they were nothing.

Peter’s lips were on his again, the lingering taste of whiskey mixing with the vodka that remained on Nico’s lips. His hands slipped under Nico’s shirt and despite the fact that Nico wanted to stop him, he didn’t. Because he had to replace Will’s touch if he was ever going to forget him. He had to let him go, because Will deserved a better chance. He deserved a chance to meet someone who would truly make him happy.

Shit. He was still thinking about him.

“Wait,” he said pulling away. He took a few gulps of one liquor before taking a few of the other. He needed to forget. He had to forget.

Will couldn’t keep holding him. He couldn’t keep tugging him back. Nico had made his choice. So what if he might never find someone he trusted as much? So what if he might never feel as happy as he did with him? Will couldn’t erase the mess in his head, and he didn’t deserve to have to deal with it. Nico had made his choice, and he had to stick to it, no matter what it took.

A few moments later, his thoughts became snippets of words, a blur of kisses, of foreign hands on his body, of a voice that was unfamiliar and oblivious, of burning liquor and tilting posters and creaking beds springs.

He had to forget. He had to forget something. Something.

***

The next day, Will trekked over to meet with Paolo at his dorm and spent the time it took Paolo to get ready by watching The Office on his SmartTV. He must have looked more solemn than usual because Paolo got in the way of the screen and looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“You okay?” he asked. “You seem more upset than when I left you at your dorm yesterday.”

Will averted his eyes and in an empty voice, he explained, “I was getting up to my dorm and Nico was in the elevator making out with some guy. Then my sister video called me and Mom asked about Nico again.”

Paolo sighed and kneeled beside him. “Will, why don’t you tell them. They’re bound to find out eventually. They’re going to keep wondering when they’re going to meet him and… it’s just going to hurt you the longer they ask.”

He shut his eyes and groaned. “I know.” He took a breath and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m still… hoping. That he’d regret it. That he’d try to see me again. Then I wouldn’t have to tell them this ever happened. It’s so stupid.” Paolo frowned and put an arm around him. “Okay, come on. It’s break. We get to go have fun. We need to get your mind off of everything. Today’s playlist is more a Fuck You playlist.”

“That sounds fun,” Will said with a tired smile. He stood and followed Paolo to his car. They wanted to go bowling. Then the next day they would go to an arcade and watch movies. Then Paolo was going to introduce him to Latin dancing at a club that played Latin and Hispanic music. Paolo had planned the whole week to keep Will busy between sleep and intern shifts. For that, Will was incredibly grateful.

The drive’s soundtrack that time had in fact consisted of songs that screamed “fuck you” and independence. Will couldn’t help but laugh as he sang along to some. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasn’t that easy. He knew his pain wouldn’t disappear just because he sang along to songs like Fuck You by CeeLo Green. He knew it didn’t wipe away the feelings he still felt for Nico.

But for the time being, they made him feel better. They reminded him it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. That maybe one day he’d fall in love again, and maybe he’d get his heart broken again, but that’s how life went. The songs reminded him he would be okay, if only to spite the person who had hurt him.

At the bowling alley, neither Paolo nor Will were very good at playing, so it mainly consisted of teasing and taunting the other’s failures. Though that made it a million times more fun than if they had actually been good at the game.

They ate nachos and mozzarella sticks, they sang along to the music that played and they laughed a lot. Will couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much within the span of a few hours.

When they returned to the dorm, with just enough time for Will to get ready for his shift, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude for his friend. Paolo had been patient and supportive, never once telling him to just get over it or forget Nico. And there was no underlying reason behind his help either. He was just sincere and kind and a true friend. Will felt lucky to have him.

So before he left for his dorm, he wrapped his arms around Paolo and thanked him. “It really means a lot. You have no idea how much you’ve helped.”

Paolo chuckled and hugged him back. “What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t there to help with heartbreak? Have a good shift, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” Will nodded and pulled away, returning to his dorm to get ready.

When he got to the hospital, he became completely focused on his work. He helped the patients in the pediatric wing, playing with a few of the kids to distract them from the pain of medications and shots that had to be given to them. Then he moved to the maternity ward where he was helping with basic check-ups on new mothers.

Malcolm wasn’t going to come in for another hour, so he spent his break mostly to himself, watching the drama that was playing in the break room and munching on an apple.

He left the break room and started for the bathroom, but as he neared it, the door opened and someone ran right into him.

It was Leo. “Whoa, hey,” Will said in surprise. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

“Will,” he said, processing him. His face was unusually serious. “You… you don’t know?” Will’s smile faded and his stomach turned.

“What?” he managed to ask.

Leo gulped and looked at him with solemn eyes. “Will, Nico’s here. He was hospitalized at like two in the morning.”

“He- w-what? What? Why? What happened?” He couldn’t help the panic, the fear that crept into his voice.

“Alcohol poisoning, the doctor said.”

“What doctor?”

“I-I don’t know, he has these weird looking glasses, really complicated name with an A-”

Will hurried off, knowing exactly who Leo was talking about. He went up to the ICU and looked for Dr. Asclepius. He found him near a vending machine and without his usual politeness, pulled him aside. “Di Angelo, Nico, did you treat him?”

“Ah, Will. Yes, I did, why?”

“What happened?” he asked.

The doctor sighed and removed his spectacles which only made Will more anxious. “He ah…. Well he came in completely unconscious. Nearly fell into a coma. His BAC was higher than I’ve ever seen in a nineteen year old. We’ve pumped his stomach, we’ve given him fluids, and stabilized him. He’s resting now. You know him?”

“Yes,” Will breathed, finally able to calm down. Nico was stable. He was fine. No need to worry. No need to care anymore…. “I… I’m sorry. Thank you.”

He began to walk away, but Dr. Asclepius called after him. “If you want to see him he’s in room 1307.” Will nodded, but didn’t try to memorize the room.

He walked in a daze, trying to calm himself down completely. He had patients that needed him…. Patients that weren’t stable. That….

1307- di Angelo, Dr. A

The blue whiteboard marker on the door teased him, tantalizing him. On the other side of the door, Nico was in a bed, probably asleep. Would his friends be inside? There was no reason for Will to go in. Not if he was stable. Not if he had a doctor and a nurse already waiting on him.

He turned away and went in search for something to keep him occupied, for work to do, for something to focus on besides the fact that Nico was laying in a hospital bed at that moment. But each time he busied himself, he found himself trailing back to the same door. He found himself facing the same stupid blue letters.

He had to know. He had to make sure. He had to see him for himself.

With a shaking hand, he reached out and opened the door. A few pairs of eyes flitted to him, each unique color widening momentarily. “Will, hey,” Percy greeted.

“His doctor told me to come in,” he explained, despite the fact that they didn’t ask.

“Yeah. Uh, guys, let’s go get something to eat.” He gestured for Annabeth, Piper, and Jason to follow him. Will wasn’t sure where Leo had gone. “See you later, Will,” he said softly as they walked out.

They left and the only thing Will heart was the heart monitor and the soft breaths from Nico’s sleeping form. He stepped closer to see him properly and clenched his jaw as he took him in.

His skin was pale. His face looked hollowed out. He looked like he’d lost weight overnight, but he supposed that should’ve been expected after getting his stomach pumped. He looked fragile and cold. Dark circles were prominent under his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked.

It was a pitiful, heart wrenching sight.

Slowly, Will stepped closer, checking his clipboard. He was fine now. It was nothing the doctor hadn’t told him. And still, Will felt his heart breaking at the sight of Nico in the bed. What had he been thinking? The worst Will had seen him had been the day he saw him at the party last semester. Now he was in a hospital.

Biting his lip, he grabbed a spare blanket from the utilities closet and placed it over him. As he fixed it, he heard Nico grumble and froze. “Will?” He kept his face passive and met his eyes. They were still bright. Dark and inviting. “Hey,” he croaked, his lips beginning to form a smile.

“Alcohol poisoning, huh?”

Nico groaned and shut his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“I’m just doing my job. I intern here remember,” he snapped, not wanting Nico to know that he still had Will wrapped around his little finger.

But Nico only smiled again and opened his eyes to look at him. “I’m still glad you’re here.” Will furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. That didn’t make sense. Nico shouldn’t have been hoping for him. He didn’t want Will. He’d said it himself. What the hell was he even saying?

He stood up straight and put the clipboard back in its place. “You should sleep. I have other patients to see.” He turned away Nico called his name in such a hoarse broken voice, it pained Will to hear.

“Wait,” he breathed. “Will, I… I have to tell you the truth.”

“The truth,” he repeated emptily, staring longingly at the door. “The truth?” He turned to face him, unsettled by the focus in his eyes.

“If I don’t do it now…. Look, I…. The things I said to you, I didn’t mean them.” Will scoffed and stepped back, feeling anger bubble in his chest. “Please, Will just listen to me. I know what I said, but I didn’t mean any of it. I said on purpose. I was trying to hurt you. I wanted to make you let go of me so you could have a chance at having someone better for you. I didn’t want to break up with you, but I had to-”

“No!” he shouted suddenly, making even Nico’s eyes go wide. “No! You don’t get to fucking do this! Fuck you! You’re the one that broke up with me, you don’t get to make dramatic confessions, not while you’re on a fucking hospital bed, you asshole, do you understand me?” he yelled, getting closer. Nico tried to speak, but he was too weak to be heard over Will. “I’m getting over you, you can’t just prance back in and say you were being selfless because that’s bullshit!” His vision was blurry, and he was vaguely aware of the tears that were falling down his face.

“Doctor?” Will was conscious of the open door, of the scurrying behind him, but it was too late. Whatever self-control he had left was gone.

“You are full of shit, di Angelo, and I am sick of your games! I’m not a fucking pawn for you to move however you want!”

“No, I’m not-”

“Shut up! Shut up, just shut up!” he screamed. A hand was on his arm, and someone was pulling him back, but he had too much to say. “You hurt me! You left! You! You don’t have the right to make this harder for me! You don’t get to knock me down then apologize and expect it to be okay!” He was pulled more aggressively, and he continued to spew insults at Nico, angry with him for making him love him, angry with him because despite all the pain he’d caused, Will still felt little beams of hope at his words.

“Will, Will! Enough! Come on, stop, let’s go,” someone said sternly, gripping him hard and pushing him away. Nurses were looking at him, a few visitors walking by. “Walk, just keep walking.” It was Malcolm. He was there for his shift.

Malcolm led Will to the break room while he tried to stop the furious shaking. “What the hell, Will?”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry, I… I lost it. I can’t-”

The door opened and Nico’s doctor walked in. “What the hell was that, Solace?” he demanded. He never got angry, but he was now. “Do you want to explain to me why the hell you were screaming at a patient in the ICU? Why you had to be dragged out of the room to stop?” he asked, his face red with fury.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I know it was completely unprofessional, Dr. Asclepius. I promise it won’t happen again. It’s just… he’s my ex-boyfriend and we didn’t exactly end things very well.”

“I don’t care who he is, you cannot do that in a hospital!” Will looked down and covered his face with his hands. “You’re lucky I don’t fire you,” he muttered. “Go home, Will.”

Will looked up and frowned. “No, please, I can-”

“Go home.” He gave Will a steady glare then glanced at Malcolm. Then he turned away and left the room.

When the door shut, Will broke down again, crying into his hands and shaking his head. How could he have been such an idiot?  How could he have let Nico under his skin like that?

“Will-”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, standing. “I’ll be fine. I should go.” He wouldn’t look at Malcolm. He didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes, the proof that all of his efforts to let go of Nico had gone to shit. He didn’t want the proof of his backtracking.

He hurried out of the break room, unable to stop the tears that were streaming down his face, the new questions in his head, the sight of Nico reaching for him, pleading for him to listen. As he walked, a strong hand stopped him and pulled him back. Will blinked and saw Leo’s distorted figure.

“Will? What is it?” He tried to ignore it and keep walking, but Leo stopped him again. “Will?”

He pulled away angrily and turned to him. “Don’t any of you pay attention to him?” he hissed. He glared at the others who called themselves Nico’s friends but couldn’t even begin to fathom the thoughts that went through that boy’s head.

Then he turned and kept walking until he was out of the hospital and back in his car.

It felt new. It felt like they’d broken up again. How dare he? How dare he try to take it all back and tell him it was for the best? Making himself out to be some selfless hero, when in reality he was nothing but selfish.

Damn him for making Will feel so helplessly in love with him.

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*****Beyonce and Amal are both pregnant with twins.

*****The Trump international hotel and tower opened in Vancouver B.C. with Tiffany and the sons amidst hundreds of protesters and a boycott from the mayor.

*****So, did anybody see Seth Mcfarlane in Real time with Bill Maher? He seemed to just sit and pout. He sat there sying nothing and suddenly blurted out “I’ve got water.” It seems that perhaps an earlier guest got his Jack D. and he got water. It just seemed to me that he wasn’t going to add much to the conversation if he did not have his drink. Such a diva!

*****Kevin Smith and comic book men are back and looking good!!

*****TLC is back with the fabulous ‘Who do you think you are?’ The season begins with Courtney Cox and her relatives who killed the King of England.

*****Leann Rimes seems to have added a few pounds and looking healthy and well too!!

*****Have John Stewart and Ricky Gervais lost it?

*****The number 1 item requested in homeless shelters is socks. Bombas (latin word for bees) socks is giving away 60 thousand pairs in one day.

*****American rehab: Detroit on DIY told a great story of a couple bringing an old house which had been part of the family back to life for a new era.

*****Nick Cannon is out at America’s got talent.

*****Louie Anderson is just knocking it out of the park on Baskets.

*****David Cassidy went public with dementia diagnosis.

*****Who knew that Hillary Farr, the’ love it or list it ‘chick was Betty Monroe on The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

*****Roger Waters is heading out on the Us and Them tour and will the poke the snake called Trump.

*****Dale Earnhardt Jr. was on Watch what happens live and seems to like Vanderpump rules. Too bad about the crash at Daytona Jr.  Hooray for Michael Waltrip and his 8th place. We do not want to see U go.

*****Stay away from the Remington 700. It shoots without pulling the trigger. Of course the company does not want to admit that.

*****Tried to watch the new sitcom Powerless. I want DC to succeed in their endeavor but hmmm..??

*****CBS Doubt looked like it had a great cast so gave it a try. The stories were of the same old kind but love the supporting cast and a nice twist. It had a little Spader/Shatner thing going on.

*****The Pats won that super bowl but it didn’t start out that way. Super bowl 51 was so up and so down. Their wide receiver, Malcolm Mitchell was asked by a woman at Barnes and Noble one day to join her book club. He joined, in part, because he couldn’t read very well. He is still with the club and it has inspired him to write a children’s book and begin a literary campaign.  For the halftime entertainment at 51, Lady Gaga gave us a statement of equality that said it all.

*****Days alert: Ok.. Is Days going to be cancelled for Megyn Kelly? Say it ain’t so.. Word is coming that there will be no Days in 2018!! Oh NBC, it is about the only thing you have left that I want to watch. Get the picket signs ready. We can’t lose Days. I am still hurting from losing One Life to Live.  Jen and Eric have seen each other again and he is saving a picture of her. Let’s fix his hair and get these two together. The last days of February and finally some progress on that front. We need that Tom and Alice couple that we can rely on and stick together no matter what. She already has the house and they have the good foundation and they have come back from the brink. **And.. is Drake feeling better yet? Bring back John Black!

*****Twitter donated a mil to the ACLU.

*****I want to be in the middle of those great scenes with Tim Omundson and Deidrich Bader on American Housewife.

*****The house votes to roll back the background checks for gun owners .This includes those mentally incapable of managing their own affairs.

*****Are we all really supposed to pray for Schwarzenegger? Weren’t the ratings of that awful show low anyway?

*****A friend told me that 80% of immigrants are on welfare. Depending on where you look, it is really 40-51%. Do your research people!

*****SNL is back with new shows starting with Octavia Spencer and Scarlett Johansson.

*****The continuing madness of King Trump includes him waiting a week into the Presidency before handing the reigns of biz to his son’s. It wasn’t until he was called out by reporters that he finally did it. His supporters do not even seem to care. The sons have secret service all over the world looking after them with our tax dollars as they go about the Trump business. *** Steve Bannon openly admitted that they put people in place to deconstruct the administration.

*****Some republicans are now asking for an independent prosecutor to investigate the Russian contact and interference. Jeff Sessions should recuse himself.

*****Our state reps are chickening out with tele town halls. They feel they don’t have to face the people who elected them and can therefor go full speed ahead with their own agendas. They use the excuse that too many people are turning up so they have to take questions by phone. Funny how the softball questions from people who mostly agree with them get through. Quit being cowards and do your jobs or get out of the way.

*****Tom Perez is now DNC chair, the moderates win. I don’t agree with scary clown 45 that it was rigged but a little shake up may have been in order. Personally I love Donna Brazile. Is it time for a new party ,the resistance party? Some will never trust the Dems. Some will never trust Republicans. A new hard left party may be in order. It will struggle but eventually take hold. We need to start with brains and artisans.

*****The President will not come to the White House correspondence dinner on April 29. He says he was elected to get work done and to focus on the country, like getting busy on that wall.  Pendejo! Oh please!

*****Pandering to Wall Street, the house is working on ridding us of Dodd Frank that was put in place to help the financial crisis. Do we really want to relax those rules? They are going for a 75% reduction in regulations for companies to add more pollution, to not look out for the customers best interest etc. Shouldn’t we be worrying more about production? Will they do the right thing as they see how the rest of us live or will they continue to ignore the problems?

*****Scary clown 45 claims he did not know what he was signing when he put Bannon on the National Security council. Huh?

*****Elizabeth Warren was stopped from reading pertinent information from Coretta Scott King on the senate floor.

*****Charlie Rose underwent heart surgery and will be back in March. He has been spotted and is doing fine.

*****Looks like a new show Trial and Error is coming. The ads look ok but they are advertising the hell out of it. Wasn’t there a movie with the same name?

*****Carol Merna, executive director for the center for prevention of abuse, wrote an open letter to Illinois governor Rauner. She asked him to put partisan politics aside and get a budget for the state. Some neglect cases have had to be dropped due to lack of funds.

*****CNN is doing the history of comedy.

*****Bill Nye saves the World is coming April 21 to Netflix.

*****Chris Kennedy, 8th child of Bobby and Ethel that was born July 4th 1963, is running for Governor of Illinois.

*****Blondie brings us the ne “FUN”. They are touring with Garbage this summer.

*****Zach Braff and Carol Burnett are both returning to tv.

*****Burger King is buying Popeye’s, lord help us.

*****Iran has cancelled visas for wrestlers that were to compete in a world competition. The Muslim ban has upset so many apple carts. Church missionaries and Doctors have to rethink leaving the country to help others because they may not get back in. We are not all as stupid as they think and should respect us enough to at least quit saying this is about our safety. Why are Christians prioritized? This new administration does not agree with Obama on much so why keep talking about the 7 countries he specified? He did no bans for these countries. Hundreds of companies have coordinated to file a lawsuit against this.

*****If we don’t live globally, things will be a lot more expensive.

*****Isis is on a drone buying frenzy. They are buying drones off the shelf and doing much damage. Our commander in chief needs to get in front of this.

*****New Power Rangers coming out this month.

*****Mar-a Lago, the former home of Emily Post and E.F. Hutton was donated to the government but Nixon did not really want it. After scary clown 45 bought the Palm Beach estate there was much ado about his flag pole. He also wanted the flight patterns changed so as not to disturb his guests. With the racist white house raging on, it is hard to believe that he was once more welcoming. The old guard of Palm Beach was not too crazy at who he was bringing to Mar-a-Lago. The resort would welcome anyone who could pay the fee. Initially it was 100 thou but as soon as he became President it was doubled, being President pays. Oh yea, and the flight pattern has now been changed. ** Scary clown 45 seems to think he is under some sort of cloak of invisibility when he is there. Hillary’s e mails were a problem but he can discuss anything classified on his own cell?? Are you fucking kidding me?**And speaking of Palm Beach, the President is spending a lot of time there. Before the election he claimed he would have no time for golf and relaxing. He has spent about as much of our money on secret service and his travels in a month as Obama spent in a year. This does not even include Melania and the NY digs and the sons who travel the world for the Trump business all the time. Of course, the business is benefitting from this.

*****Kevin Brady and Orrin Hatch can make The IRS show us the Presidents taxes.

*****Nordstrum’s dropped Ivanka’s line. Marshall’s, TJ Maxx, Sears and Kmart are in agreement.

*****If you give up freedom to get security, you get neither. –Ben Franklin

*****Why are the Sunday morning political shows just repeating the same mainstream stuff all the time? Let’s follow Bill Maher and John Oliver who at least talk more about our rights that keep getting stripped away. John Oliver is putting ads on the shows that scary clown 45 watches so he can at least get some real information. Marijuana laws, transgender rights, voting rights are all under attack. The pot industry is booming, why does this administration want to start taking away U.S. jobs? The department of agriculture has removed regs about the treatment of animals. The will no longer make lab inspection results and violations publicly available. Now, you must file a request to the freedom of information act if you want to know.** John Kasich is still making sense, why couldn’t the republicans have went with a sane person? He met with the President on health care. He feels the ACA needs reform but that you can’t just pull the rug out from 20 million people. Kasich tries to do things in a calm and reasonable manner much like the left. Is it worth trying? The administration says that the opposition is acting like 5th graders.  How many times do we reach out and try to do things reasonable only to be shut down?

*****Thank you J Lo for reminding us of Toni Morrison’s words about how important artists are in times like these.

*****Thank you A tribe called Quest for yelling “Resist” and telling us to break through the wall.

*****Seattle severed ties with Wells Fargo in protest of the DAPL. ** A federal judge denied the Sioux tribes request for a halt to the pipeline. And while the CPAC was in full bloom, the protesters were dragged away.  Some moved across the river and some moved on.

*****Good news for Kim Cade: Camping can help you to sleep better by shifting internal clocks to align with daylight hours.

*****Jimmy Carter put in enough solar panels to power half of Plains. Go Jimmy Go!!!!

*****North Korea launched a ballistic missile.

***** It was something to see when Paul Ryan was asked over and over again about Flynn and the Russian situation. He was annoyed right away. Really? How does it feel? And Hillary held up for 11 hours. Who can take it and wo can’t? Pussies!

*****FLEXIT: After many denials, Mike Flynn , the man who started the ‘lock her up’ chant, was finally ousted. When will they find proof that they all knew about this? They are not even good spin kings but how do they live with themselves? And Pence calls himself a good Christian? Did he know?** Did they make a good choice with H R Mcmaster? Of course, he is active duty so he could hardly say no. He is getting a lot of support because he wrote against Johnson and the handling of Vietnam and Bush with Iraq.

*****White house flunkie Steven Miller was getting invited everywhere after he told George Stephanopoulos he would go on any show, anywhere. Colbert and the View were waiting but he never showed. LIES,LIES,LIES: GET OUT!!!!

***** Streisand men ,past and present, seem to be showing up at CBS. James Brolin has been there for a couple of seasons and Elliot Gould is on the new Doubt.

*****Catch Trevor Noah on Afraid of the Dark.

*****Glad that Nightcap is back for season 2.

*****Scary Clown 45 gave his presidential address on the last day of February. He started the day by letting us all know that the protests and problems were Obamas fault. He started to adlib about 8 pages in. A lot of attention was paid to Karen Owens, the widow of navy seal Ryan who was killed in Yemen. The VP insists that the reports of nothing being gained from the raid are false. Trump pulled back on the immigration agenda that he earlier seemed to soften on. He did mention black history month which never happens. He is still talking about repeal and replace with the ACA. He did not shut it down first day like he said on the campaign trail. He said the same stuff in this address that he has been saying, just with a slightly different tone. He sure changed his tune about the Jewish hate crimes. Former Kentucky governor Steve Beshear gave the democratic response. What?? Why the fuck did they pick a FORMER Gov.? It was a pretty middle of the road response. He gave Trump polite hell for his lashing out at military, media and the intelligent agencies. He scolded that just because they disagree does not make them their enemies. Agreed but Yawn!! The best part of the night was afterward on MSNBC. Kathy Griffin, Michael Moore and Rob Reiner put a wonderful cap on the evening. Thank you for some sanity.

*****Better Call Saul is starting to run ads for their April 10th premiere. So fucking excited!!

*****Comedy Central is bringing ‘Colossal Clusterfest” to San Francisco on June 2nd. The fest will include stand up and sketch comedy, podcasts and music. The lineup includes Jerry Seinfeld, Kevin Hart, Sarah Silverman, Hannibal Buress, Bob Odenkirk, Fred Armisen, Tig Nataro, Ice Cube, Tegan and Sara, Reggie Watts and Princess and interactive offerings with South Park, Seinfeld and It’s always Sunny in Philadelphia.

*****Finn Whitrock, Sally Field and Joe Mantello appear in Broadway’s The Glass Menagerie.

*****The Grammy awards which I have never really understood came and went again. Some of the audience looked a bit perplexed when James Corden purposely flubbed the opening. They rarely honor anyone I really respect. But Adele’s George Michael tribute , once on track was amazing. Chance the Rapper won best new artist and claimed his victory in the name of the lord. Lady Gaga sounded great with Metallica. Again there were sound issues that you would think the Grammys of all places would have worked out but… Best dressed were Lady Gaga and Audra Day. The worst was Taraji P. Henson.

*****HBO is making a documentary about Andre the Giant.

*****The Independent spirit awards were on Feb. 25th and made some great choices. Molly Shannon won best supporting female for Other People. Moonlight won best picture, best director for Barry Jenkins and the Robert Altman award. Casey Affleck (best actor) and Jenkins took their best shots at Trump.

*****Bison have been reintroduced to Canada’s first national park after 140 years.

*****The Oscars were the next day, Feb. 26th and oh what a finale they had. Most everybody knows by now that the wrong film was announced, but that was not the entire show. It was only the second time an envelope mishap happened. Sammy Davis Jr. opened the wrong envelope last time. I always wished that they would show the honorary awards as well, they look like fun. Jimmy Kimmel seemed casual about his hosting gig and never stuck the knife in too deep. The Matt Damon stuff never really gets old. Tourists were brought in and Gary from Chicago is already getting offers from just being there. He had just gotten out of prison 3 days before after a 20 year sentence. Wal Mart is giving he and his fiancé wedding gifts. ** During rehearsal a big part of the set fell down.**The Salesman from Iran won and a statement was read about the Muslim ban. A lot of people were wearing ACLU ribbons to show solidarity. The best dressed were Emma Roberts, Haylee Steinfeld, Ava Duvernay, Laura Dern, Janelle Monae, Taraji P. Henson, Mahershala Ali, Naomie Harris, the dancer with Timberlake wearing the red and black dress, Luciana Barroso, Nicole Kidman, Ryan Gosling and Meryl Streep. Honorable mention goes to Halle Barry, Viola Davis, Michelle Williams, Karlie Klass and Emma Stone. Worst dressed were Leslie Mann, Dakota Johnson, Octavia spencer, Trudie Styler and Felicity Jones and some chick in the audience with a bold blue and white striped lace fiasco. There was a story about Karl Lagerfeld saying that Meryl Streep wanting to be paid to wear a dress but nobody believes it. In the fallout after the best picture controversy, Les Moonves said he’d fire his accountant if this happened. Matt Damon said he was not at all surprised and that is what you get when you let Jimmy host.

*****You can now get Dateline’s Keith Morrison on your GPS.

*****Michael Moore has put out a 10 point plan to get rid of Trump. Most of it is common sense but good o remember:

1.       Call your senators and reps: 202-225-3121 or 202-224-3121. A call a day keeps the Trump away

2.       Visit your members of congress and both senators once a month.

3.       Create your own personal rapid response team, form a group to be ready to leap into action.

4.       Join national groups like Planned Parenthood or the ACLU.

5.       Remember the women’s march. Join in.

6.       Join the democratic party.

7.       Form ‘regions of resistance’. Pass state laws.

8.       Run for office. Everyone can run for precinct delegate.

9.       Become the media. Report the truth.

10.   Join the army of comedy. Spread the words of great comedy about scary clown 45.

*****Elvis Costello and the Imposters are touring in June.

*****George W. Bush is making the rounds with his new book, Portraits of courage. He pays tribute to the wounded warriors and at the same time raises money for vets. He also probably feels that it is safe since he is small potatoes compared to the new Prez. We can’t forget the havoc that he and Cheney brought upon us today is today.

*****Lisa Marie Presley is in the middle of a nasty custody battel. Priscilla has her twin grandchildren living with her.

*****The Prez has already cut domestic spending so he can pour millions into the military budget. We spend as much on the military as the next 7 largest military spending countries combined.

*****Spain is going to appoint a sex czar.

*****Another Sandusky, the son Jeff was arrested for sex offenses against minors.

*****Scary Clown 45 made his

*****RIP William H. Busch, Richard Hatch, Al Jarreau, Erwin Corey, George the Animal Steele, Ward Chamberlin, Clyde Stubblefield, Bill Paxton, Judge Wopner and Neil Fingleton.

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