When Sevatar invites you to join the new Kyroptera but then you realise he also included his mute Raven Guard boyfriend in order to rig every vote in his favour:

recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen. 

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

Curse

Where she's cursed with immortality so she chases around the reincarnations of her first love over and over again and the one time she’s decided to give up, it just happens to be an explosive blonde.

Warning : none!

Words : 6590 (wtf my goal was 3000)

Masterlist 

A/N : Thank you all for being so patient. The ending is kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy!

Quirks had left an undeniable mark on the face of society. It just came one day and slapped some magical powers on to someone and left just as quickly, with no explanation whatsoever. No one knew why, or how. Nothing could've hinted to the appearance of quirks and none of the decades of research that followed had any more insight into the matter. Y/N was quirkless. Immortal yes, but she had no quirk of herself. She was born a thousand and so years ago, in Japan, and within a decade or two, became known throughout the lands for her immaculate beauty and poise. She became an object of affection for thousands, and one of the men happened to be the emperor. Bakugou Katsuki. He had approached her presence with the sole intent of adding the most beautiful woman in the world to his harem. He was an arrogant and prideful noble, and the thought of her in his grasp has excited him to no end. He could then prance around with his head held up so high that people would crane their necks to meet his eyes. He smugly grinned at the idea of her clinging to his arm, or for her to be waiting for him back at the palace with the rest of his concubines. He flooded her with extravagant gifts, compliments and praises, small private dates in a back garden of the palace, away from prying eyes and complaints of Bakugou's other dozen girls. She had been easily wooed, being kept away from suitors from an early age, the emperor had certainly been her first escape into romance and she was ecstatic. Her parents had gleamed at the idea of her being with the most powerful man in all of Japan, and had given her away to the palace at the first suggestion of the emperor's affection. 

He had fallen in love with her, not only her beauty but her personality, her small habits and her other mannerisms. It wasn't his initial plan, he had only wanted to add her presence into his long list of women, that he had reassured the other women, but his heart can softened considerably and he had fallen hard. Anyone around the emperor could see that, even the towns' people were gossiping about it. The other concubines too, quickly caught on. She was a woman of absolute beauty, only a few hairs short of Y/N's, a princess of a famous descent from China, promised to be married to the emperor. He had taken a liking to her because like himself, she too had a quirk, which was still a very rare trait to have at the time. One of curses, sure it was evil in nature, but she had proven to be a responsible and respected lady. It all turned sour when her fiance liked another woman. In her rage, she had cursed the younger woman. The aforementioned girl had been told what had been done by the princess, by the sobbing and apologetic woman herself, but she was clueless to what extent this curse was. She had forgiven the princess straight away, an act of kindness that the nobles had shined to and the emperor had simply fell more in love with her for. But as countless years went by, she stayed the same. She then truly realised the horrors of her curse and at that moment in time, she wished she hadn't been so naive, so kind to just forgive the woman who left her life in ruins. The curse was one of immortality. Something she couldn't escape even after the princess had passed away. To watch her lovers grow up and prosper, only to stay the same young woman when she watched they started to wilt and eventually die.   And so here she was. An entity of over a thousand years old and yet she remained the same bubbly and happy woman on the outside, smiling brightly at the cameras as she walked around the towns. Everyone in Japan knew of her. Not only did her predicament attract the attention of the public, she was also the CEO of Japan's most well known and successful hero agency. She had set up the agency with her husband, Katsuki, a mere 18 years ago, before he was killed in one of the largest villain attacks in Japan history 2 years after it opened. They had employed All Might when he was in his younger days as well as worked with all of the top 10 heroes, and after his death, she become the sole chairman of the agency. And thanks to the technology present in the modern day, those who weren't previously interested in her at least knew her name. There was then the nickname the media had given her after she had survived the attack : ‘The Undead Hero.’ She sure as hell wasn’t a hero. For god’s sake she was quirkless! But the internet took joy to praising her successes within the hero world. And as a joke, an online petition started for her to become licensed pro hero and the people in charge decided there'd be no harm, since she can't die and all, in making her one, titling her in as Pro Hero Number Zero. So here you were, the country's first quirkless pro hero. ~~~ You had watched the UA sports festival, looking for students to intern here at your company. One certain blonde had caught your eye but you felt yourself flinch at the mention of his full name. It had certainly been a long time since the last time you met another reincarnation of your first love. There had been many different personalities before and the situation you met him in varied to such extent that you had given up with the idea of repeatedly seeking him out and your last encounter with him, or his spirit at least, was your breaking point. You have a good 16 years to grieve his unfortunate and untimely death but even the ten hundred years you were alive wasn't enough time for you to forget and move on. It seemed that you had a curse where you could never escape your one lover, but maybe that was the package deal with immortality. "We're definitely sending an offer out to him right boss?" your assistant, Naomi asked, writing down that all so familiar name down on a notepad. "Up to you, I'm taking a break." you replied, standing up and walking away from the big screen. You knew her eyes softened as she watched your figure retreat out of the room, after all she was there with you after your husband died. Your husband, the one who shared the same name as the boy mentioned. "Alright I'll send you the list later." she replied softly, before turning her attention back to the live broadcast, which now showed a green haired boy. "Thanks. I'll look over it and then you can send out the offers tomorrow." you said before completely leaving the room. It had been a week since the sports festival and it was time for the internships. You had a very important meeting in the morning, causing you to regrettably miss welcoming the trainee heroes to your agency. Standing up, you voiced your thanks and bowed, to which the other businessmen and women returned the guesture.

"I'll be expecting to see you soon." you smiled as Naomi showed then out. "Of course." one of them replied, smiling once more before all of them left the building. Waiting for them to disappear completely from sight, you turned back around. "Alright, what's next?" you asked, looking over. "Next we need to speak to the interns. Briefly would be fine but we need a positive review of our work place." she replied and started walking away, to which you followed. "Of course." you replied curtly. To be frank, you didn't need her to remind you how to keep up the reputation, after all you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you bit your tongue as you didn't want her to feel as if her work was unwelcome. She was a great assistant and you knew that you needed her and her abilities. Turning the corner, someone roughly crashed you into you, sending you tumbling back a few steps. "Watch it." they snapped, sending to you a glare. "E-excuse me." Naomi stuttered. She wasn't too intimidated by the way the young boy was fuming, instead at her bosses reaction. You had a vendetta against extremely rude people and she braced herself for an ugly ending. "What?" he scowled, turning to send her a nasty look before he turned his attention back to you. You pursed your lips, unsure whether to snap back or not as you didn't want to cause a scene. The meeting had taken much longer than expected. It was only two in the afternoon but all you wanted to do was sleep, but you needed to meet the interns and consolidate the arrangements with the other heroes that worked here. "Well are you going to say anything?" he asked. "Why are you just standing there like a idiot?" "Young boy I don't think that's very appropriate to say to someone." Naomi said quietly, eyes flickering to observe your reaction. "Well it's true isn't it." You let out a sigh, deciding to not waste your energy on anything out of your plan, especially people who were unnecessarily rude. "Hey, don't ignore me." he shouted as you walked past him, your assistant shuffling behind you. You walked briskly towards the training halls, ignoring his shouts for you to acknowledge him. He eventually stopped to pick up a phone call but at that point you had already walked down two corridors, too far away to hear him stop shouting profanities at you. You pushed open the doors to the largest training hall in your building, leaning on the wall next to the door as you watched several people combat each other. You had stayed there for no more than a minute or too when the fuming blonde stomped back in. A green haired boy, Midoriya was it, waved excitedly at the him, but he simply flipped him over, moving over to the side of the hall. If they had any more interactions planned, they had to be stopped there as one of the heroes spotted you, quickly shouting for everyone to come over and you slowly walked onto on of the courts. "I'm glad you to see that none of you are slacking off." you announced loudly, your eyes scanning over the small crowd of people. "Of course not boss." a young hero replied. You smiled at her with a small nod. "Boss?" someone shouted and you turned slightly to spot the blonde from earlier, his mouth hung open. "It's nice to meet you Bakugou-san." you said, a small bitter edge to your words before you turned back to the rest, a large smile on your face. "Good afternoon everyone, it's a shame I wasn't able to welcome you this morning, I hope there hasn't been any trouble. My name is Y/N and I'm incredibly pleased that you chose to intern at my agency." "Y/N!" Midoriya shouted, a look of glee filling his face. "You're my favourite hero, I love you so much." he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. The gesture from the boy made you grin even wider. It was almost as if some of his endless energy had been transferred to you. "That makes me very happy, thank you Midoriya." "She knows my name!" he shouted, earning a few praises and snickers. "Shut up Deku." Bakugou seethed. He was fuming at the thought of you. He had not only completely embarrassed himself in front of you, but also insulted you, the CEO! He cursed himself for not researching prior to this, but the fact that you seemed so young to him gave no implications that you were the big boss of this place. "Alright." you shouted, clapping your hands together. "Let's get this show on the road." ~~~ Midoriya had fallen asleep extremely quickly, a small 'good night Kacchan' and he had been out like a light. But the same had not befallen Bakugou and instead he stayed awake, shifting and turning restlessly as he lay on the bottom bunk. After a few more moments of him lying wide awake, he shuffled out of his bed and left the room. He walked down the corridor, planning to head towards the kitchen when he spotted a light on. It was indeed the same direction in which he wished to go so he followed it. Stepping inside the room, he saw you sat on the couch. Your back was to him and you were muttering something. As he got closer, he made out the words falling from your mouth. "He loves me, he loves me not." He turned around to exit the room, sure that you wanted nothing but space, but his foot slipped slightly and he fell slightly, cursing. You jumped at the sound behind you. "Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" you asked, looking up and around at him with a sniffle. Your cheeks were flush and the tip of your nose red, a few stray tears resting on your cheeks. Bakugou stood their awkwardly as you wiped your sleeve across your eyes and cheeks. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He hadn't comforted someone in years, always opting to leave his group of friends to take care of a problem, only ever observing from the side line. "D-do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly. He tried to make sure his words were more gentle than usual, careful not to make you start crying again. Your eyes widened at his questioned but you slowly nodded. Patting the space next to you on the couch, you smiled slightly. "Have a seat Bakugou." You laughed at the irony. Here you were crying about your deceased husband as his reincarnation sat beside you, offer on the table to listen to your troubles. Your mind began to wander at the word troubles. What exactly in your life was going wrong? It was a simple answer really, everything. "So how are you?" you asked, breaking the silence. He blinked a couple times in confusion. "I'm good." he answered slowly, his voice low and hushed. "Well that's good." you nodded turning back to the lonesome rose stem in your hand that you had been previously picking the petal off from. "So why are you up?" you asked. Bakugou at this point was lost for words. Wasn't you the one who had been crying? Why were you so intrigued in asking him questions? "Couldn't sleep." he muttered, a glare on his face as he stared forwards at the coffee table, trying desperately to understand you. "Fair enough." you hummed, turning to look in the same direction as him, your eyes landing on your untouched mug of hot chocolate. "Do you want a drink?" you asked, gesturing to the mug on the table. "I haven't drank from it yet." Bakugou nodded, after all he had come out of his room for the hopes of getting a drink. "Thanks." he muttered. You watched as the boy brought the mug up to his lips and you thought back to your previous encounter with his spirit. "He liked hot chocolate too." you mumbled, turning away and back at the rose stem. "Did you say something?" he asked, mug in hand as he sent you a glance. You pursed your lips, taking a moment before shaking you head. "No, it was... nothing." you trailed off. "Well you accepted my offer so you'd better start talking." he scoffed, but his angry facade was falling apart almost as quickly as he started it and he was sure you could see through it, but you decided not to comment on it. And so you spent the rest of your night with Bakugou. He had proven to be much more thoughtful than you had imagined, less rude and obnoxious, which you were grateful for. It was obvious that he hadn't recognised you during your first encounter, and more than likely did not know about your immortality. You didn't need any more pity for that. So you talked about your husband, to an extent, keeping away from mentioning his name, instead reminiscing the memories you had with him. The younger boy listened, nodding and throwing in small comment here and there. The two of you exchanged a few more words after that topic, but in an hour or two, it was a simple silence. He had fallen asleep next to you, a peaceful look on his face. You got up and cleaned away the mug and flower petals, before returning to your room to get a blanket. Laying it gently on him, you took the liberty to press a kiss to his forehead before leaving, turning off the lights. "Sleep well Katsuki." ~~~ Bakugou was needless to say, very disappointing that he had barely seen you all week. He understood that you had a lot on your plate running a business, but a part of him had hoped that after your emotional night with him on the first day, you would at least take some time to say hello to him. He had went to the living room a further 5 more times, hoping that you would be there waiting for him. But he found himself being disappointed time and time again when he saw that there was no room with a light on in the corridor. Today was his last day of fully interning, he was due to leave the following morning and although he could say he was very happy to leave the other bastards in the company behind, he couldn't say the same for you. In truth, he had formed a small interest in you. Call it a crush or whatever, it wasn't as if he would say it out loud. Sure you had a pretty face and all, that much he would admit, but he was genuinely confused by your appearance. You said you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you didn't look anywhere near your 40s? That had greatly puzzled the explosive boy. "Deku." he shouted, catching the attention of the smart boy as he was chatting with one of the heroes. "Y-yes Kacchan?" "How old do you think Y/N is?" he asked. The green haired boy gasped, shaking his head. "Kacchan! It's rude to ask about a girls age." he scolded him, to which Bakugou snorted. "But between you and me, I'd say about a thousand and one hundred?" "Are you shitting me you nerd?" he bellowed, hand raised with his palm upwards, ready to start an explosion. The hero chipped in. "I'd say so too. She's definitely over a thousand." she commented. "I think last year was her one thousand and seventyith birthday? I could be wrong, I wasn't invited to the party." she sulked. "You two are fucking joking right?" "We're not." the hero replied, furrowing her eyebrows before she let out a small gasp. "Are you telling me you've never heard of the boss?" "No. Should I have?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes!" she cried out, throwing her hands up in the air, before bringing them down and massaging her forehead. "You're overreacting." Bakugou stated, giving a deadpan look to the girl as he let out a 'tch' in annoyance. "She really not Kacchan, literally everyone has heard of Y/N. She's a massive sensation in the hero community but also the beauty one, I'm not sure how you've never come across her." The truth was Bakugou had come across your name on his browser, twice, maybe three times. But most of them had popped up during the start of the school year, when Midoriya had suddenly shown up with a quirk. So as soon as he read that you were quirkless, he made sure to avoid your name like the plague. Midoriya soon left to start his patrolling, and left Bakugou standing there, thinking about you. With many more questions than he had answers. ~~~ "Y/N." he said, standing at the doorway of your office and you and your assistant stared back in confusion. "Hello there Bakugou, is there anything I can help you with?" you asked. He froze up at your question. Why was he here? He had barged past some security just a few moments prior, saying he had something urgent to talk to with the boss, but now that he was here, no excuse would pop up in his mind. "Alright Naomi, give me a few minutes." you said, handing the papers you hand in your hand off to Naomi before she nodded and left. "So." you began, leaning forwards so both your elbows were on the desk and your chin rested on the back of your intertwined fingers. "Have a seat Bakugou." You gestured to the big chair in front of your desk and he complied, sitting down in utter silence. He opened his mouth to speak but it took a few seconds for the words to come out. "I haven't seen you in a while." he blurted out. He immediately wanted to slam his head into the desk before him, cringing at his words and the smug smile that you shot him. "If I knew any better, I'd say you missed me Bakugou." “Katsuki." he corrected, eyes trailed carefully on yours. You nodded and ran a hand through your hair.

"Honestly, I'd love to stay and talk Katsuki, but I'm on a tight schedule right now." you explained, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his response. "Will I see you again tonight?" he asked, his voice so quiet that he seemed almost... shy. Your smile grew wider. "Sure thing. I'll make sure to swing around earlier so you don't need to stay up so late waiting for me." He nodded at your response and started to get up. "Tell Naomi to come back in when you leave." "Alright." he muttered, turning away towards the door. "And Katuski?" you said, earning a grunt from the younger male. "I missed you too." He quickly turned away at your statement but you could see the tips of his ears grow red. Of course you had missed him. He was the only other person you confided in about your husband other than Naomi. But it was truly Bakugou Katsuki that you had missed. His soul that you had hopelessly fell in love with over and over again. The result was always the same, and after each time, you would tell yourself that it was the last. But he would always come back. And you, once again, would fall for him, like a drug that you simply couldn't fight the addiction of. And so you braced yourself for another heartbreak. After all, it was inevitable. ~~~ Bakugou had waited for you in the living room of the dorm space he currently stayed in, a cup of chocolate in his hands and one for you placed on the coffee table. You kept to your word and came earlier. It was around 11pm when you slipped into the dorm floor of the building. Seeing the light on, you made your way quietly towards it. "Hey." you said, your voice warm and gentle as he looked up towards you, moving to hand you the mug. "Thank you." You sat down on the couch with your legs crossed and he chucked a blanket to yo, to which you laid on your lap. "Is there anything in specific you want to talk about?" "You." he stated. You hummed in response. The rest of the night he asked questions about you, your immortality and more about your latest deceased husband, who he found out the name of. He recognised the hurt that flashed in your eyes as you recalled telling him about your immortality. He had be an accepting person, loving you for you as a person and paying little to no mind to your unchanging outer appearance. At least that was what it seemed on the outside. There had been times were his act slipped and he crumbled, talking about how he wanted to grow old with you, not for you to look the same when he was in his older years and your children looked the same age as you. But of course you hadn't even gotten the chance to think about having children, setting up the agency had taken up most of your time, and which to this day you still regret. You wished you had spent more time with him, appreciating him instead of work, before his dying moment. You hadn't thought too much about things, his presence made you live in the moment, not caring about any problems or consequences as long as he was with you. But of course he wasn't. He had left too early. The younger boy had wrapped an arm around your shoulder when you began to sniffle, grabbing a box of tissues from the table for you. After he was satisfied with the amount of answers you gave him, he opened up about the guilt that he felt for All Might's retirement. He told you about the things he witnessed during the fight against All for One, how utterly useless he felt. He followed with nightmares that visited him almost every night, how he was force himself to stay awake to avoid them, causing him to form a habit of being unable to sleep. You had been so understanding and sweet that the boy couldn't help but let out a few tears, relishing in your soft touches and soothing tone that he eventually fell asleep in your arms. The following morning he waited excitedly for you too see him off along with the other heroes from your company. But you didn't come. He left in the train with a heavy heart, head titled backwards against the glass window as he thought back. He hadn't seen you in the morning, waking up alone and in his own bed. He had wandered out into the living room, hoping that your figure would be sleeping on the couch, but alas, you weren't there. His way home was unusually silent. Midoriya had definitely picked up on it but when he attempted to talk to the blonde, he only received shouts and threats. He eventually gave up, opting to leave the teen to his own devices. Once Bakugou returned home, he unpacked him clothes, throwing everything into a pile to wash. He turned every pocket inside out and when he got to his pajama bottom, a small piece of paper fell out. 'Hey sorry I had to leave so early in the morning, here's my number if you wanted to talk more. xxxxx-xxx-xxx' He instantly smiled, diving for his phone, typing your number in just as quickly before he sent you a text. ~~~ It had been a few months since the internships and Bakugou had found himself calling you on a regular basis. It would mostly be in late into the night, with you obviously busy with your agency during the daylight hours. You would talk about your day, ask him about his. He would often complain about his classmates, maybe his teacher, but on some rare occasions he would say something nice about them, like how Shitty hair had improved in combat or that Deku was getting progressively less annoying. You listened, giving him tips about a variety of things, ranging from things about the general hero world or what he should get for his pink skinned friend's birthday. And he soon found himself hopelessly falling in love with you. He hadn't planned for this to happen. Fuck, he'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't. He didn't want to have to deal with the consequences of your immortality, but he found himself crawling back to you even at a bat of your eyelashes. Your grasp on him was truly... inescapable. He had been horrified at the thought, refusing to acknowledge your existence. Your calls would go through to voicemail, your texts left unread. You didn't understand why he was ghosting you, beating yourself up about it over a few glasses of wine as you slowly sunk into sadness. It was another simply another repeated loop and you recognised all of the signs, but you felt what was left of your heart completely shatter. Sure you had previous reincarnations reject you because they disliked, or even feared, the idea of you being immortal, but they had made it clear at the beginning, not half a year into talking with you daily. Your mood soured drastically, and Naomi had tried to persuade you into talking to her, but you refused to, keeping all of your thoughts bottled up. You buried yourself with more and more work, creating a wall around you that even the one or two friends you had couldn't break down, let alone your employees. The company continued to receive praise, by media and heroes alike, but what used to be your sole joy and pride left nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth. You had gotten so used to Bakugou's company that without hearing his voice left you so empty. And to save yourself from being hurt like a broken record on repeat, you gave up on love. ~~~ It was on an interview that Bakugou witnessed the true extent of what his actions had done to you. He had the unfortunate timing of walking in when Midoriya was watching your interview live on the big screen in the common room. Bakugou had initially refused to stay, but his friends had forced him to, saying something about how he should see how his old mentor was doing. He had complained to the point where his friends willingly let him go but instead he begrudgingly stayed, standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed as he furrowed his brows at the screen You sat across from the interviewer, a tired expression on your face as you explained the agency's plans and future aims. The other woman nodded, asking questions here and there, and then it came to the questions fans asked. "Have you been taking care of yourself?" The question caught you off guard and your breath hitched. You tried to take a deep breath in but everything around you started to blur together into nothing but a background noise. "S-sorry, could I have a moment?" you asked, but before she gave you any answer, you had already left the set. At the same time, Bakugou slipped out of the common room, his heart clenching at the terrible state you were in. When he first met you, only a few months ago, you stood high with your head help up high, a sort of excitement in your eyes, an aura of authority when you dared to ignore him! But now you were reduced to short sentences and even shorter smiles, fake and forced. And unbeknown to you, you were doing the same to him. His loud shouts had reduced to smaller, and less often sharp erratic outbursts. The distance he had put between him and his friends was almost immeasurable and none of them could reach even close enough to console him in the slightest. He had shut the world out completely, solely focusing on training and school work. He gritted his teeth as he fought back the itch to call you, but eventually he relented, taking him phone out of his pocket and dialling on your number. He sure wasn't expecting you to pick up, but when you did, his heart felt elated. "Hello?" you asked, your phone on speaker by the side as you dried your hands in the bathroom, lookign at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself an encouraging nod. "H-hi." he whispered, locking himself up in his room as he sat down on the floor, his back against the door. "I'm sorry." ~~~ He was in his early twenties, too young to be giving up what his future held. You hadn't meant to choose his path for him, but you had indirectly done so when you said no. So there he sat with his head in his hands, cheeks stained with tears and the ring somewhere lost in the corner of his room. It was selfish, you knew, but the time you spent with him only felt like a ticking bomb, each week, day, hour even, was counting down to the day in which you would lose him. And you weren't ready. He knew it was a stupid move to make. After all, you have discussed with him countless times about how scared you were to commit to a relationship you knew would once again end up in flames. "Death is inevitable." he said, watching as you fiddled with his sleeve as you laid together on the couch. "Well not for me." you countered back. "If you could remove this curse, would you?" "I don't know Katsuki. I'm honestly so scared." You shifted so your face was buried in his chest. "I've seen what death can do and I'm just so, so scared." "I want to grow old with someone I love." you continued. "I really do. But I don't know how to feel knowing that was my last few years alive. I've been around for so long that I've become afraid to die." "I'm tired of the heartbreak, but there's always a comforting moment because I know you'll come back. Sooner or later, your soul will be back in my arms, whether it takes 20 years or 200. But if I were to find a way to remove my curse and you died before me, I'd never see you again." He found himself at a lack of words that day. Nothing would leave his mouth so the only thing he could do to comfort you was to hug you even tighter. Eventually something came to his mind. "What if I just find a way to be immortal too?" he asked. You looked up at him. "That's highly illegal Katsuki. Think about it, if you could easily do that, then everyone would be able to live forever. And normally, the effect of the quirk disappears as soon as they die." He hummed in response, mood downcast that he couldn't help you in any way. He spent the rest of the night comforting you to the best of his abilities. You truly had felt better after his words, but he didn't see the subtle change in mood. He wanted to reassure you, to be someone you could rely on. But all he brought into your life was constant worry. He replayed your words in his head on a loop. He already saw this coming, but his constant refusal to acknowledge his situation had led to his downfall.   You had sent him a quick message and in the following days, you hadn't picked up his calls in days. He had called your assistant as well as visited your company, but he was told you weren’t there. He cried in anguish at how hell bent you were at avoiding him, even going to the extent of having your employees lie for you. But he soon found that they weren't lying. No one had seen you in weeks and your fans had picked up on it fairly quickly. There were articles all over the internet, forums and interviews with her assistant and closest friend. "She has left on her own accord." Naomi stated as multiple cameras flashed in her eyes. You had told her you were out to seek happiness, as vague as it had been, and that she needed to cover for you during the month or so that you were gone. That was all of the information you had given her, before you disappeared without a trace. She sighed at your foolishness but part of her resonated with you, knowing she too would do anything for her love.  You sent Bakugou a 'I'll talk to you later' text, before taking apart your phone, leaving it under your pillow before grabbing your get away bag and leaving by train. His proposal haunted your every thought, and it drove you insane. He knew you were scared of commitment and heartache and yet he still asked you! You didn't blame him though. More so yourself. Nobody had made you talk to him about your troubles or reach out to him. You had given him your phone number. He could've left your company with new knowledge about the hero world and not about you, but he already had your heart and you had taken the opportunity to reconcile with your first love, regardless of whether it would leave you in ruins in the future. You were going to make this right. You were so utterly tired of the constant dull looming tide of sadness, doubt, anger. You wanted it to end, you really did. You had told Bakugou you were scared of dying. You were. But your greatest fear was losing him and you couldn't take it anymore. You raised your hand to knock and a large smile decorated your face. It had been a good month since you had last talked to him. You had set out to the remote countryside, searching for some young woman who had a curse removing quirk. 

You had gone with no expectations, telling yourself over and over again that you would be fine if it was unsuccessful. But deep down you knew you would be distraught if your current situation could not change.

The door opened to the blonde, his instantly furrowed his brows as his mouth hung open.

"Hey Katsuki." "Y-Y/N?" "I think I'm going to die-" "What?" he shouted, startling you. "Let me finish." you laughed. "I think I'm going to die in 50 or so years. Hopefully longer if that means I can be with you until old age." "W-what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion littering his face. "I'm no longer immortal." you grinned, before it fell slightly. "At least I think I am, the girl told me he got rid of the curse fully, but I’m not expecting too much." He continued to stutter, incoherent sentences falling from his lips as he fought back tears. "Surprise?" you asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. You started to grow worried at his reaction. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but your feet stayed frozen in place, after all you had rejected him a month or so ago.   "Y-you got rid of your curse?" You nodded and he asked another question. "For me?" "Of course silly. Who else am I going to die with?" you laughed. His nose scrunched up as he tried desperately to comprehend the situation. "Aren't you scared?" "You'll be there with me right?" "Of course." he quickly said, nodding his head. "I thought." he trailed off and wrapped you up in his arms, head in the crook of your neck as his body shook with sobs. "I thought you left me." "I'm sorry." you said repeating it quietly over and over again. "I love you so much." "I love you too."

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CSI Rogers And Barnes: The Serious Cereal Serial Killer. Episode 17- At Last Pt. 1

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​ 

Summary: It’s Tony’s wedding weekend, and the usual fun and antics ensue. Then Steve and Katie take an extra evening in Manhattan, where Steve has a little surprise of his own planned.

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT IN PART 2 (NO UNDER 18s and NSFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N:  So this is it. The FINAL CSI: Rogers and Barnes instalment. (Well, bar an Epilogue…) and it’s long so we split into 2. This has been one hell of a ride! It’s been a total playground for us, seeing how many stupid references and ridiculous actions we could fit in, and our first collaboration. We hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as we have. Myself and Storm love each and every one of you who’ve taken the time to read, like, comment and re-bog.

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Chapter Song: At Last- Etta James 

You smile, and then the spell was cast, and here we are in heaven for you are mine. At Last.

Steve stretched out, rolling over and reached out for Katie only for his hand to meet a cold, empty mattress. He opened his eyes, confused for a second at the unfamiliar surroundings before he realised he was in his room at the Plaza…and it’s the morning of Tony’s wedding. His head was a little fuzzy due to the drinks last night which had gone on late and he could remember sitting in Tony’s suite drinking the bottle of scotch Sam had pilfered from the free bar at the rehearsal party. They had an impromptu party once the girls had left for Pepper and Tony’s and he remembered complaining loudly about why Sam and Bucky got to spend the night together when Katie wasn’t allowed to stya with him.

Jesus what had he turned into? A clingy bastard, that’s what.

He reached for his phone, checking the time which was 9 am. He dropped it back on the bedside table and tried to go back to sleep but he couldn’t. Not without her so he gave up. Firing Katie a quick ‘good morning beautiful’ message, he then kicked off the bed covers and shoved on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Grabbing his kit he decided to head for the pool to make the most of the facilities.

The place was fairly busy considering the time on a Saturday morning, but there was a lane closed off for the ‘serious’ swimmers with no one in it so he made use of that for half an hour before he made his way into the changing rooms and showered. By the time he was drying off in the locker room, Katie had messaged back wishing him a ‘good morning handsome’ and complaining she had a bad head from a lot of champagne. He smiled, replied that he was sure she’d soon get over it when they start again, and then just as he’d done that another message came through. This one from Tony who had apparently ordered a fuck tonne of room service for a breakfast party.

Deciding that wasn’t such a bad idea he replied saying he was on his way, shoved his phone in his pocket, grabbed his kit bag and headed to the elevator. When he got to Tony’s suite he knocked on the door, the faint well natured chatter from inside hit his ears before the door swung open. Rhodey greeted him and Steve stepped in to see Tony led on a chaise in a hotel robe, eating grapes like a Roman Emperor. Steve snorted.

“Having Fun Tony?”

Tony grinned “Am I ever? I love all this. You know, I might get married once every 2 years.” He looked at Steve “You should try it, Rogers.”

Steve rolled his eyes, remembering full well about the ring that was tucked in the safe in his room.

From his spot over by the low coffee table, Bucky shot Steve a glance. He was certain the punk was gonna pop the question this weekend, why else would he have booked an extra night for them to stay in Manhattan on Sunday as well?  When Steve suggested it to Katie over breakfast a few weeks ago, he’d simply stated it was an opportunity for them to spend a bit of time together in the run up to Christmas, but if said girl didn’t return to Brooklyn on Monday with a ring on her finger then James Buchanan Barnes would chop of his left arm with a chainsaw.

At that point, Rhodey, ever the tactical, organised man asked Tony what the plan was for the day and Tony simply looked at him, and blinked.

“Aren’t you the best man?”

Bucky sighed “What a waste. I could have been a groomsman….ow!” he hissed, rubbing his side as Sam had elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

Rhodey completely ignored Bucky and looked at Tony “I am, yes, but you’re the Groom.” Tony waved him away “Yeah, yeah. We need to be dressed and in the room for 1. Ceremony is at 1:45, girls should arrive at half past and our stylist is arriving at midday. Easy.”

Steve glanced at his watch and Bucky smirked up at him “Hey, Stevie…only 3 hours till you see her punk…” From besides him, Sam snorted.

“You’re whipped man.”

Steve glared at them both, not even bothering to deny that was what he’d been checking and turned to Tony. “Is Greatmaster…Grandmaster, whatever, your wedding planner coming?” “Right, yeah that….asshole shall be showing up at some point.” Tony rolled his eyes “Fortunately I’m getting rid of him for the day.” He shoved another grape in his mouth and looked at Bruce “Remind me never to hire anyone you or the Bungalow recommend ever again.”

They boys settled down to eat, taking their time, enjoying a bit of banter about the stag do and the previous night’s rehearsal until an hour or so later Tony clapped his hands and stood up.

“Ok boys, suit up.”

Steve made his way back to his room and whilst in the elevator he got another message from Katie. This was a selfie of her in a robe with a glass of champagne having her hair put up. He smiled, responded telling her he couldn’t wait to see her, before the elevator door opened and he headed down to his room. Having already showered he knew he wasn’t in a huge rush so took his time trimming his beard, making sure the lines were crisp before he shrugged on his dress shirt, tying a Windsor in his deep, scarlet tie. Then he pulled on his suit pants, matching waistcoat and then jacket before placing his shiny black oxfords on and stood up. With a little product he styled his hair, making sure it was parted and slicked back as usual before taking a final glance in the mirror, smoothing down his jacket. He had to admit, the suits Tony (or most likely Pepper) had chosen for the Groom’s party were sharp. A black wool blend Tom Ford with a subtle red and gold check detail. Deciding he looked half decent he grabbed his wallet, phone, and room key. Satisfied he didn’t need anything else, he made his way back to Tony’s room.

Once more he gave a rap and the door opened inwards to reveal Grandmaster, smiling at him.

“Good afternoon Mr Rogers, you look dapper.” The man grinned, batting his eyelashes.

“Erm, thanks.” Steve replied in the absence of anything else to say.

“You’re late by the way.” Grandmaster continued.

“What?” Steve frowned, checking his watch to find he wasn’t late. He was never late…

“You’re the last one.” Grandmaster stated, as ways of explanation. “Everyone else is here already.”

“That’ doesn’t mean that I’m late.” Steve shook his head.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” Grandmaster replied, batting his eyelashes again.

“Whatever, can I come in?” Steve arched an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah, sure. Sorry. I got lost in your eyes for a minute there.”

Steve looked at the man, utterly lost for words. The guy was as nutty as a fruitcake. Steve stepped into the room, turning sideways as Grandmaster did the same smiling at him. He hastily moved into the living area of the suite where Rhodey was doing up Tony’s gold dress tie.

Grandmaster headed over to Bruce, brushing something off the man’s shoulder, smiling “You’ve always been my champion.”

Steve raised his eyebrows before he leaned over to whisper to Sam “How does Bruce know him again?”

“Some Ultimate Fighting online fan group.” Sam said “Bruce and Thor are very into it, apparently, along with one of Thor’s other good friends, Korg.”

“Korg?” Steve looked at Sam.

“Yeah, Thor knew him from his Uni days.” Sam said “They used to be quite political apparently. Tried to organise a protest against fascism but they didn’t print enough pamphlets so hardly anyone turned up.” Steve shook his head, the fact that didn’t surprise him in the slightest was ridiculous, but when it came to this lot, nothing did really, not anymore. It wasn’t long before Tony was ready, and the boys all stood round with one more scotch each before they were ushered, by a now very militant Grandmaster, down to the chapel where the wedding was going to take place in. Once there, Grandmaster headed off to check the function suite was ready for the ‘Post Wedding Meal’.  At his muttering of those words, Steve and Tony shared a little grin at the memory of a few weeks ago in Tony’s kitchen.

The Photographer arrived and set about arranging the boys for a few shots. Bucky tried to sneak into most of them, Tony at one point telling him to fuck off from his grooms party shots, which was the WORST thing he could possibly have done, as Bucky then made it his mission to infiltrate as many of them as he could by stealth. Steve had to admit, he couldn’t wait to see the final shots of Bucky popping up all over the place like some kind of nameless assassin.

As they were all having a shot taken just at the doors of the room, Grandmaster bustled back in. “OH. EMM. GEE.” He said, pronouncing each letter, drawing out the vowel sounds. “My crew sent me photos of the girls…you’re all going to DIE when you see them.” He grinned, slapping Steve’s back.

Ducking away from him, Steve checked his watch. 12:15…not long now. But before he could think about it, the first guests started to arrive having been shown the way by the concierge, and it was all to attention and the groomsman duties began.

Approximately 10 or so minutes later, he was just heading back to the door of the chapel having shown the assistant from the lab to her seat when he stopped dead as he saw Katie just outside in the foyer area, locked in an embrace with Tony. He was sure his heart stopped for a beat, fuck, she looked stunning. Her dress was the same colour as his tie, a deep red with a halter neck and a v neckline. It cinched in at the waist, with a fairly loose fitting skirt that had a slit up the side and it accentuated her figure perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant knot of curls at the back of her head, exposing her delicate neck and shoulders, and the star necklace he bought her twinkled as it sat just below the hollow of her throat. For some reason his mind strayed back to the time he had met her. He’d been invited to Howard’s for dinner a few months after arriving at the 101st and she’d answered the door, dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans, an oversized grey sweater which hung off one shoulder complete with a messy bun on top of her head and the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, eyes which were now popping from underneath a lid of smoky brown and gold eyeshadow. She’d flashed him a smile that day, invited him in, and if he was honest from that moment he’d been a fucking gonner for her. Why he had waited the best part of ten fucking years to even kiss her he would never understand. As he watched her eyes turned to his and she beamed at him. He gave her a smile back as she released Tony and made her way towards him, her leg slipping through the long slit in her dress as she walked giving him a flash of the peep-toe gold heels she was wearing, leaving him actively fighting the image of said heels being hooked around his ears…. Jesus Christ….

“Miss me Captain?” She grinned, her teeth bright white against the deep, blood red lip stain she was wearing.

“Always Doll.” He smiled as she stopped in front of him, blinking as she looked up at him.

“Good, because I missed you too.”

“You look amazing, honey.” Steve complimented her and she beamed up at him, scanning his suit.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.” She said, her palms sliding up the lapels of his jacket.

Steve’s hand slipped round her back as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, not wanting to smudge her lipstick. When his palm met bare skin he couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth as he realised her dress was backless. Katie looked at him having heard his involuntary noise, arching a perfectly plucked brow and smirked.

“Yes, no bra Stevie.”

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” Steve whined out but before she could reply, Steve was rather harshly slapped on the back.

“Put her down, Punk you’re needed.”  Bucky smirked as he turned to Katie, doing an over exaggerated double take as he looked her up and down “Huh, ok, so you look decent…” “Fuck you Barnes.” She shot back “And tell them they can wait a little, I haven’t seen my man since last night.” “Oh believe me I know. He’s been a whiney little bitch all morning…”

At that point a familiar voice cut him off. “James Buchanan Barnes, wash your mouth out, this is a wedding!”

Bucky grimaced as huge grins spread across both Katie and Steve’s faces. “Sorry Momma R” “Yes, I should think so.” Sarah looked at him sternly.

“Okay, I’m gonna…go…ummm…” Bucky hastily made his retreat, Sarah watching him with narrowed eyes before she turned to Katie, beaming as she gave her a hug.

“Star you look stunning.”

“Thanks Sarah and so do you, I love your dress.” Katie smiled, looking down at Sarah’s light gold knee length gown and Steve had to admit, it had been a while since he’d seen his ma done up. She was quite striking actually. “I love the neckline, and your hair.”

“Yes, thank you for that.” She gave Katie a look and she blushed a little, waving her away.

“Thank you for what?” Steve asked and Sarah looked at him, smiling.

“I had a little surprise this morning. Star arranged for someone to come and do my hair for me.”

Steve looked at Katie, a soft smile crossing his face. “You did?”

Katie shrugged “It’s no big deal.” “Well it was to me, so thank you.” Sarah smiled, before she turned to Steve. “My boy…don’t you look handsome?”

Steve blushed a little “Ma…” he sighed and Sarah chuckled

“Are you going to show me to my seat?” she asked and Steve smiled. He offered his mom his arm, shot Katie another smile and then walked into the room. As they reached the row she was to be seated on he stopped and reached up to brush his cheek. “You look just like your father.”

Steve didn’t miss the emotion in his mom’s eyes and he swallowed a little as she took her seat one down from the end of the row. “Have you…?”

“God, Ma. No, not yet. And I won’t be today either, its Tony’s wedding…”

Sarah opened her mouth to speak, most likely to pressure Steve to hurry up again but she was cut off by a voice from behind them.

“I believe my seat is just there…”

Steve frowned, he recognised that voice. He turned to see none other than Stan Lee smiling at him.

“Mr Lee?” he asked as the elderly man beamed at him “I didn’t know you were invited.” He extended his hand to shake Stan’s. “Good to see you again.”

“You too Captain. May I?”

Steve gave a nod and moved so Stan could drop into the seat on the end of the row, next to his mom.

“Good afternoon Ma’am, looks like I’m on the young’uns row.” Stan beamed at Sarah who burst out laughing. Steve shook his head with a snort and left them to it, making his way back out of the room to find the rest of his team had now arrived, Thor currently giving Katie a huge hug. He greeted Natasha who touched his arm gently before making a bee line for Bruce. He watched her go, smirking to himself, before he turned and raised an eyebrow at Clint. Clint merely shrugged and then introduced the Captain to his girlfriend, Laura. Thor then turned to him, shaking hands with Steve and moved slightly to reveal Gina was stood now talking to Katie.

“Greetings Captain, I bought a date.” Thor grinned.

“I see.” Steve said, raising his eyebrows, not bothering to correct Thor on what he had just said making it sound like he’d purchased Gina in some way...

“Yeah…” Gina turned to Steve. “The way he says it he sounds like he’s bought a bottle of wine.”

Thor shook his head “No, I don’t drink wine.”

At that Katie burst out laughing and turned away, shaking her head slightly.

“It’s a good thing he’s dreamy” Gina said, jerking her thumb at Thor.

Steve’s attention then was then distracted by a loud voice “Miss Stark, you look stunning…” He turned to see flash fucking fire dude, Johnny Storm approaching her and he gave a little groan, rolling his eyes.

“Captain…” Thor asked and Steve turned back to him “Where do we err sit?” Steve floundered for a moment, he really didn’t want to leave the fire bastard alone with his girl so he turned to Bucky who was watching him, a huge grin on his face.

“Buck can you…”

Bucky raised both palms, shaking his head, smirking smugly “Hey, I’m not part of the groomsman party…”

“Fuck you jerk.” Steve shot back and Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“Ok, first off, watch your language. This is a chapel, a place of worship and two…” at this point he dropped his voice and gave Steve a stern look. “Stop with the jealousy, she’s with you. No competition.”

“What is he even doing here?” Steve frowned, completely ignoring what Bucky had said, and the sergeant took a deep sigh. He was just about to inform Steve that he had no idea when a voice sounded from behind them.

“Johnny, there you are!”

Bucky and Steve turned to see a tall, dark haired man and a blonde woman approaching them. The blonde rolled her eyes “Of course he would be here, Hi Katie.”

Katie smiled “Hi Susan.”

“Well this is cute and all but…” Gina spoke again, “like seriously, Captain. Where do we sit?”

Steve groaned and took another glance at Johnny who was bouncing on the balls of his feet, grinning as Katie chatted to the 3 people in front of her. Knowing he couldn’t not show the team to their seats, he rolled his eyes and moved gently to loop his arm round Katie’s waist, dropping a kiss to her cheek.  A flicker of a smile crossed her pretty face and she turned to look at him, leaving him with absolutely no question she knew he was ‘marking his territory’ so to speak, before he grudgingly turned away to show the team to their seats.

“Smooth.” Bucky observed.

“Shut up.” Steve snapped back as he led his team down to a row half way down the room. This time, when he once more emerged from the room he was greeted by a whirl of gold and blue and he let out a low groan. Grandmaster.

Tony’s eccentric wedding planner started to clap his hands at Steve “The bride is here…get everyone seated, we’re behind schedule…”

Tony, who had been stood talking to someone grumbled to Steve “I wish he was behind schedule, preferably by a week so he wasn’t here.”

Steve gave a snort as Grandmaster turned to Katie and Pepper’s sister “Miss Stark, Miss Potts, the Bride may need your help…” At that he then looked at Steve, didn’t I tell you she looked stunning?” “You said gorgeous.” Bucky replied lazily.

“No.” Grandmaster frowned “Why would I use that word?”

Before Bucky could reply to the very strangely dressed man in front of him, Rhodey then appeared, smiling. “All set.” He smiled, clapping Tony on the shoulder “You ready?” Tony shook his head “Nope.”

Katie smiled, “You’ll be fine.” Steve watched as she stepped forward to give her brother a hug before she pulled back, her hands on his arms. “Mom and Dad would be so proud.”

Tony swallowed before he nodded “Ok, kiddo…don’t make me cry. Go help Pepper, tell her she’s already late.”

Katie rolled her eyes as Tony and Rhodey headed into the room, being ushered along by Grandmaster. She glanced at Steve and smiled. “See you in a minute.”

Steve smiled back, reaching out to pull her to him, dropping a kiss to her lips. “Don’t make it too long Doll.” She grinned and turned, giving him a full on view of the back of her dress, leaving his mouth a little dry and he made his way to his place on the front row, slightly down from where Tony and Rhodey were stood at the front of the aisle. On the way he shot his mom a smile as she beamed proudly at him, Bucky nodding as he sat next to her on the opposite side to Stan Lee. For some reason Steve was nervous. Why, he had no idea. He’d already seen his girl and she’d taken his breath away once already, but here he was, a ball of tense energy.  He could hear Tony and Rhodey talking, but he wasn’t focussing, that was until Tony’s voice grew loud and indignant

“That man is playing Galaga” Tony pointed to a man on the second row who was engrossed in his phone. “He thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did.”

“Man, shut up and relax…” Rhodey soothed him.

“I need a drink, something strong…is it bad I can’t feel my left arm.” Tony looked at Rhodey who was about to respond when the music started and everyone stood up. Steve turned his attention to the door which opened inwards and Katie and Pepper’s sister stepped into the room, walking down the aisle.

Bucky watched Steve as he took a deep breath, his eyes on his girl as she glided towards them, a stupid, dopey, gooey-eyed smile crossing the Captains face. “Gross” he mumbled, giving a soft yelp as Sarah slapped him round the back of the head. Fury, who was on the seat to Bucky’s left gave a little snigger. Bucky looked at him and frowned. “What are you doing here? That’s not even your seat, I’ve seen the seating plan.”

“I’m sure you have Barnes.” Fury replied lazily “But given that it’s a stupid ass plan designed by an even more stupid ass planner I’ve elected to ignore it.”

As Katie reached the front row, Bucky saw her shoot Steve a huge smile, which his punk best friend returned, and then there were gasps in the room. Bucky turned and saw Pepper in a gorgeous, yet so simple silk, straight A-line dress, which was embellished round the waist in red and gold embroidery. He glanced at Tony, and was amused to see that the normally composed scientist was literally floundering for air. Bucky then caught Sam’s eye who flashed him a wink which he returned, and Sarah nudged him.

“See, that’s what being in love does to you James.”

Bucky smiled at her as she squeezed his hand gently. Throughout the Ceremony Bucky saw Steve kept on looking at Katie who was on the same row but the opposite side of the aisle. She was watching Tony, her eyes glassy. At one point, Pepper’s sister took her hand and she turned to her, giving her a smile, before they both looked back, Katie turning to Steve. She shot him a huge grin which he returned, and Bucky smiled to himself. It might be gross, but it was cute. He liked seeing Steve happy.

When the ceremony was over, Tony was told he could kiss his bride.

“Well, I’m not one to back down from an honest challenge…” he muttered, stepping forward and sweeping her up in a huge kiss to loud cheers in the room. As music began to play again, the new Mr and Mrs Stark swept down the aisle followed by Rhodey and Pepper’s sister. Steve walked on behind smiling as he reached the end of his row.

“May I Miss Stark?” he offered Katie his arm and she grinned, linking hers into the crook of his elbow and he lay his hand over hers. As they walked towards the doors, he caught his mom’s eye as she dabbed her tears away with a tissue. She beamed at him, and he smiled back, before he turned to look at Katie, dropping a soft kiss to her temple.  

**** The meals were eaten, the toasts were done, and tears were shed through the afternoon. But once the reception was done, the drinks kept on flowing right through to the evening party. Steve was relaxed, feeling the buzz from a fair amount of wine, beer and shorts which had been consumed through the day. There was a loud tapping noise on the speakers and Steve glanced up from where he was sat at a table near the dance floor, Katie perched on his lap, as Tony and Pepper were welcomed to the floor for their first dance. The opening bars to Etta James ‘At Last’ last rang out around the room and Katie gave a snort.

“You can say that again.” She chuckled and Steve grinned, his arm curling round her as she watched her brother, her eyes glassy with tears. “You know…” she leaned down to Steve, this should really be our song.”

“Doll, just don’t…”

She shrugged and he gave a little huff of a laugh as she turned back to watch Tony slowly revolving Pepper around the floor, the camera flashing from the photographer. After the first verse the MC invited people to join them, as tradition and Katie looked at Steve. He nodded and she stood up, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor.

Bucky watched them go, picking up his drink, smiling.

“Look, now there are two Stark ladies!” Thor grinned as the team watched Steve take Katie in a close hold, gracefully revolving them on the spot, the pair of them sharing a laugh at something.

“Not for much longer.” Bucky grinned.

“What do you mean?” Thor frowned,

Besides Bucky Clint gave a snort as the sergeant looked at Thor blinking “You know, I don’t get it. Like, you’re super clever sometimes and others…”

Thor shrugged and then Bucky turned his attention over the table to see Scott Lang, their assistant looking at Natasha.

“Are you gonna eat that peanut butter macaroon or…” Scott began, but Natasha wasn’t listening, she was too busy caressing Bruce’s palm as it lay on the table in front of her so Scott reached out and grabbed it, shoving it in his mouth. On the dancefloor, Steve effortlessly moved Katie around the floor to the song as it played. She tucked her head under his chin and he breathed her in, his hand splaying on her bare back, simply relishing the fact she was so close. He didn’t speak a word, simply allowed the music and being with her to sweep him away, and he was rather unceremoniously jolted back to reality when loud applause sounded as the song finished. The MC congratulated Tony and Pepper once more, Katie turned to give her brother a huge hug, before the man on the mic wished everyone a Merry Christmas and the sounds of Wham, ‘Last Christmas’ rang out, cheers hitting Steve’s ears as suddenly the dance floor filled up.

Almost immediately, Bucky was in front of him, throwing what looked like torn up place cards into the air, holding his arms out “Merry Christmas and Happy 2021!”

Sam, who was besides Bucky looked at him “Its 2020 next year, idiot.”

Steve dusted the paper off his shoulders, picking pieces out of Katie’s hair as she looked at Bucky, frowning. Bucky turned to Sam and shrugged “Yeah I know but I don’t like 2020. Sounds like a shit year to me…although…” he spun to Steve grinning and Steve took a deep breath and shot him a glare, which he totally ignored “It could be a good one eh Stevie?”

“What is he talking about?” Katie looked at Steve.

“God knows, he’s drunk.” Steve shrugged as Bucky made a clicking noise as he winked, pointing at both of them. Thankfully, Sam dragged him away, Katie and Steve both watched them go before Katie turned back around. Smiling, Steve took her back in a hold that was a little lighter this time as the music was more upbeat and they began to dance together once more.

“Hmmm. Last Christmas…” Katie pondered and Steve let out a groan.

“Can we…” he took a deep breath, dropping his head “Can we just not? Please Doll. I’m not very proud of myself when I think about it.” Katie chuckled and her hands came to rest on his shoulders as he moved them in a little livelier dance. “Ok, sorry. But, it worked out in the end.”

“It did. But I caused you a lot of pain along the way.” He sighed, “Too much.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t hang around and give you chance to explain or try and work it out.” Katie looked up at him. “I just ran away.

“I didn’t exactly try and stop you did I?” Steve looked at her.

“No, you didn’t Captain Righteous.” Katie conceded and Steve chuckled as she shook her head “God I was so mad at you.”

“I was mad at myself Sweetheart.” “But if I’m honest, I was more upset that we’d blown our chance.” Steve took a deep breath. “I really thought we had. Well, that I had…”

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you ever leave me again, please.” She said, almost whispered. Steve frowned and looked at her, her face was loaded with emotion and beneath those sparkling green emerald eyes he could see a flicker of fear.

“Hey…” he reached for her hand and raised it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her wrist “Where’s this coming from baby girl?”

Katie sniffed, “Honestly? I don’t know. It’s just, everything is so perfect. It sometimes feels a little too good to be true. And I’m scared that one day I’m gonna wake up and I’ll still be in DC…or that you might have another car crash…or a case getting nasty and you…”

She was losing herself in her head again, something he’d seen her do countless times so he quickly cut her off. “Look at me.” He cupped her face in both his hands “I’m not going anywhere Doll.”

“Promise?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but he knew full well that words wouldn’t do this moment justice. Instead he dipped his face to hers, catching her mouth in a deep kiss, not caring who the fuck was watching. He poured every single piece of emotion he was feeling into that kiss, desperate for her to understand that he had no intention of leaving her ever again and she must have gotten the message as he felt her relax into his hold, kissing him back, her hands softly gripping at the material of his jacket.

“Erm, stop eating his face Kiddo, this is my wedding.” Tony interrupted “It’s supposed to be about me….and Pepper” he added.

Steve could feel his cheeks growing warm as Katie pulled away from him with a groan and a roll of her eyes as she turned to face Tony.

“How about you go eat your wife’s face and leave us the fuck alone Tones?”

“Rude much?” He snorted “I raised you better than that.”

“You didn’t raise me at all, Tony!” Katie scoffed.

“Ok, it was a figure of…” he trailed off, frowning at something over her shoulder. “What the hell is Thor doing?”

Steve and Katie turned to see Thor was stood his nose almost touching one of the branches of the lit up Christmas Trees round the edge of the room.

“Oh, he was rambling on over dinner about Norwegian Spruce trees.” Katie shrugged, “Maybe he’s trying to figure out if that is one or not.”

“He was rambling about what?” Tony looked at her.

“It’s a type of tree which…” Steve began but Tony cut him off.

“You know what, on second thoughts I’m not really interested.” Steve sighed and looked at Katie who rolled her eyes as Tony continued “By the way, how do you like the décor?”

Steve watched Katie look around and knew what she’s was going to say, because she loved this time of year, turning into one huge, great child over the entire period of December. And true to form, when she opened her mouth to reply, she was grinning ear to ear.

“I gotta say, he might be a pain in the ass but Grandmaster got this right. I love it.” She smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” Tony agreed. “It’s like Christmas but with more me.” Steve let out a snort and Tony clapped his shoulder “Remind me to give you his card.” And with that he left, Steve shooting daggers at him. Thankfully, Katie was too engrossed in what Thor was doing to hear Tony offering Steve the services of a wedding planner. He saw her frown and his attention then flicked to the tall blonde, frowning.

“What is he offering my Ma?”

“Condoms.” A voice shot back, and Steve wheeled round to glare at Bucky who had appeared out of nowhere.

“For fucks sake Buck!” he growled as Katie spluttered out a laugh.  

“Just kidding.” Bucky grinned, “They’re sweets. He handed them out before, you two were too busy dancing.”

“Sweets?” Katie arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he said he got em off a suspect…no, not a suspect, a suspects brief, yeah…”

“Bucky, are you ok?” Katie asked him and Steve looked at her, then to Bucky who did look a little, what was the word, spaced?

“Yeah, I feel…great!” He replied with a giggle.

Katie looked at him again before she let out a small “oh.” And groaned a little “Oh God.”

“What is it?” Steve asked, but she ignored him and continued talking to Bucky.

“How many of those sweets Thor has did you eat?”

“3 maybe 4…I dunno…” Bucky giggled, “I want more though.”

At that point, the man in questioned arrived. “Greetings!” Thor beamed at Katie and Steve, holding out a little foil packet “Sweet?”

“Thor, the guy who gave you those, was he wearing suspenders?” Katie asked and Steve frowned.

“Yes, I believe he was, along with a very bright lime green shirt. Nice chap.” Thor mused “He used many Post Its”

At that Steve looked at Katie, giving a little groan as he suddenly understood “Weiss?”

Katie nodded “They were a favourite little party treat of his.”

Steve snatched the bag from Thor and sniffed inside, pulling back immediately, the smell of cannabis sticking in his nostrils. “Jesus how can you not smell that?”

“Wait…” Bucky said, taking a sniff and looking at Steve “These have weed in them? The things I ate?”

Katie took a sniff and wrinkled her nose “Yup, and they’re stronger than I remember.”

“Than you remember? You used to do this?” Steve looked at her and she shrugged.

“Hey, I was younger and dumber…”

“Wait, so I’m high right now?” Bucky pressed and Katie grinned.

“Yep, they’ll wear off in a while. For the time being you’ll just feel very drunk and kinda floppy.”

“Floppy?” Steve frowned and Katie nodded.

“Yeah, like nothing matters, everything is cool. They used to make me a little frisky actually, we once took them before we…” she paled and Steve looked at her, swallowing before he turned to Thor.

“Thor, you didn’t give one of these to my ma did you?” Steve asked.

“Of course, not, no.” Thor shook his head.

“Oh thank fuck” Steve breathed out.

“I gave her two.” Thor concluded. At that Bucky’s giggles suddenly turned into loud laughter as he bent over, clutching at Thor’s arm.

“For fucks sake Thor, you drugged my mom!” Steve exploded as Bucky’s laughter grew louder.

“Sarah’s gonna be hiiiiigh.”

“Where is she?” Steve demanded, ignoring Bucky.

They scanned the room, searching for her only to see her at the other side of the dancefloor with flash fire dude, who was twirling her round to the music.

“Flame on!” She whooped, her hands up in the air as Johnny grinned.

“It’s catchy right?”

With a groan Steve strode over towards them. “Ma? What are you doing? You Ok?”

Sarah grinned at him, her eyes slightly glazed “Hey Son I’m good…just dancing with this young man.” She said, looking at Johnny then back to Steve “He says he’s called the human torch but us girls can call him torch”

Steve glared at Storm as Katie reached his side “The human torch?” he deadpanned “Seriously?”

“Hey,I didn’t coin it, it was the press that did that when we put out that warehouse fire. So called because my uniform caught fire on the way out…thanks to my sister though, I escaped with nothing more than a slight smoulder.” Steve felt Katie shaking besides him and could tell she was holding back laughter. Storm flashed her a wink and Steve grit his teeth before he felt his mom slap his shoulder.

“Don’t you be giving him that look Steven Grant! This brave man is a firefighter…” at that she turned back to Johnny, sniggering. “Now, where is your hose young man?”

“Jesus Christ…” Steve groaned, looking away in disgust.

Johnny opened his mouth to speak but Katie cut him off “Err no. Don’t.”

He shrugged and then looked at Sarah who was laughing so hard she was almost bent double.

“Ok, that’s enough Ma.” Steve decided to do what he did best, take control of the situation. “ I think you need to sit down.”

“Awww, don’t be such a buzz kill Steven.”

“It ain’t the buzz I want to kill…” Steve said, his eyes locking onto Johnny’s as he gave him another filthy glare.

After a little more cajoling they manage to get Sarah to agree to sit down. Steve helped her to her seat whilst she was rambling on about not wanting to be sat with Mr Lee again because he spent all dinner complaining about the booze not being strong enough. As they reached her table Sarah suddenly stopped.

“Actually…I think I need…yeah I need to go to my room.” She looked at Steve and Katie gave a snort.

“Hey, Steve, your ma’s crashing.”

Steve shot her a look. “This is not funny.”

Before she could respond Sam appeared and looked between the two of them, then to Sarah as he raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his handsome face.

“Everything OK?” he asked.

“Yeah, she had one of Thor’s magic sweets.” Katie grinned “You wanna watch Buck, he’s had 4.”

Sam snorted, “Yeah I noticed.”

“I’m hungry.” Sarah suddenly said and Steve let out a sigh.

“Sam, can you help me get her to her room. Doll, you keep an eye on Bucky.” “I want a cheeseburger.” Sarah pointed at Steve and he looked at her.

“Ma, you’ve never eaten a cheeseburger in your life.”

“Shows much you know. A McDonalds on a Friday is my secret treat…although now I told you it’s not a secret.” She raised her finger to her lips “Sshhhh you can’t tell anyone.”

Steve rolled his eyes and started leading his ma to the door, Sam following.

“Bye Sarah!” Johnny called. “Pleasure meeting you!”

“Bye hottie!” she giggled, waving her hand at him as Sam laughed. She turned to Steve, spluttering out a laugh. ”Ha, hottie, see what I did there?”

“Yes.” Steve shook his head as he led her from the room. “Very good, Ma.”

Between Steve and Sam it was fairly easy to get Sarah to her room. Once he’d made sure she was ok and had some water he closed the door and they made their way back to the main room, Steve throwing the sweets in the trash as they passed a can on the way.

“Fucking Weiss.” He grumbled to himself as Sam gave a little chuckle.

When they arrived back in the room, it was clear a fair few of his team had managed to have one of those damned sweets before he’d confiscated them. Gina, Nat and Clint were dancing, all 3 of them with odd looks and dopey grins on their faces. Katie was on the floor with Pepper and Bucky, Bucky swaying on the spot. As Steve watched Sam headed over and winked at Katie, steering Bucky away. Steve felt someone besides him and he turned to see Bruce.

“How’s the team look to you Bruce?” he asked, a smile on his face as Bruce snorted.

“Right now we’re not a team, we’re a time bomb.”

Steve had to concede he was right, as at that moment Clint started miming as if he was shooting a bow, whereas Nat looked like she was throwing knives. Gina on the other hand was stood doing the robot.

“I need a drink.” Steve concluded.

“Good idea.” Bruce agreed.

They head to the bar where Tony was leaning against it, his tie long discarded, lecturing Peter Parker. Steve, taking lead from Tony, loosened his tie and popped the top button on his shirt before he ordered himself and Bruce a bourbon each, offering one to Tony who nodded, and then Peter who asked politely for a beer instead. The 4 men engaged in conversation, and a fair few drinks as Steve was happy to remain where he was, out of the way, every so often glancing around. It was about an hour later when he saw Clint and Natasha slowly walking towards a table, dropping down into a seat, Gina following. Bucky walked over to the bar with Sam shaking his head.

“Feeling ok Pal?” Steve grinned and Bucky blinked, rubbing his eyes.

“What the fuck just happened? It was like someone took over my brain…” he looked at them.

“I think the magic wore off.” Bruce mumbled as Steve gave a snort. “

“God, I really need food.” Buck looked around.

Steve laughed and clapped Bucky on the shoulder, ordering another round of drinks.

CONTINUED IN PART 2....

ONE HUNDRED THIRTY SEVEN - HAPPILY EVER AFTER (1)

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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And oh was Peggy right. Luckily, in the Afterlife, aging isn’t a thing. 

It was about thirty years before I noticed a light turn on in the house next door. I was walking along the beach, thinking about my family and what they might be doing, when I noticed a light turn on. Curious, I slowly made my way over to the house. Climbing onto the back porch, I could hear voices talking inside. 

“It’s been so long,” Maria’s voice rang out in a joyful cry.

“I know,” a male voice said. 

The voice caused me to freeze. I hadn’t heard that voice in a long time. Far too long. Tears beginning streaming down my face as I tried to will myself to move but couldn’t. The world around me became muted, I couldn’t focus on anything. That lead to me not being able to hear the door open or my name being called repeatedly. Everything finally came into focus when a hand rested on my cheek and a met warm brown eyes. 

“Bailey, sweetheart,” Tony called. “Can you hear me?”

“Dad?” I whimpered. 

“It’s me, sweetheart.” Tears formed in his eyes as he smiled. “It’s me.” 

“Dad.” My knees gave way but Tony quickly caught me and gently guided us to the ground. He pulled me into his chest, holding me tightly. “You’re here.”

“I’m here, honey. I’m right here.”

“I’ve missed you so much. It’s been too long.”

“Way too long.” He held a kiss to my forehead. “And I’ve missed you more.”

After calming me down, Tony then told me about the last thirty years that I had missed out on. Morgan grew into a wonderful woman. She married and had three children, naming one of them after me. The Avengers were still going, now with Peter in charge. The original Avengers had all retired and, if they had children, their children were running the program. 

“That’s all so amazing,” I stated once Tony was finished. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that he hadn’t mentioned Steve. “I— I missed so much.”

Tony’s hand rested against my cheek. “I wish you had been there, B, for everything. I really do. We all were constantly missing you. Especially your Old Man and, well, your other Old Man.”

I chuckled. “How’s Steve?”

“Him and Morgan are attached at the hip. Have been ever since you died. Morgan’s husband even felt the need to ask him for her hand after asking me.” I laughed. “We were both terrifying the first time he came to pick her up. We thought he was going to shit his pants and never come back. She even had us both walk her down the aisle.  Mo’s kids call him Uncle Steve. They all adore each other. I built him a house near by, but he basically lives with us.”

“Did— Did he ever—“

“He never married.” Tony looked me right in the eyes. “Told everyone he was waiting for the right partner… He told Morgan and her kids stories about you, all the time. Steve never stopped loving you.”

“And I’ve never stopped loving him.”

Pepper joined us a little more than three years later. After that, they seemed to come pretty fast. Rhodey was next. Then Happy and Aunt May. Clint and his wife, Laura, were the next to join us. Natasha came after Sam. Bucky and Steve took longer, due to the serums. Bucky showed up first, with no guesses to when Steve was going to show. He told us it could be days or it could be years. It turned out to be a few months after.

I was out on the beach, a flowy yellow dress on, blowing in the wind with my feet in the water. 

The sun was beginning to set. Pepper found Steve first, calling everyone to gather at my house before notifying me. Steve could see me by the water, staring out at it. He wanted to rush to me, grab me and never let me go again. But at the same time, he was scared. Scared that after all these years, my feelings towards him might have changed. Everyone watched Steve, wanting to see our reunion, and were confused as to why he was hesitating. Well, everyone was confused except Bucky and Tony. The two glanced at each other, Bucky urging Tony to go up and talk to the man. Tony walked up, setting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re luckily she doesn’t have her powers anymore,” Tony teased, “or else she’d be able to sense you from here.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same anymore?” Steve quietly asked. “What if I waited all that time for nothing?”

“You are out of your mind, Cap. You’re forgetting, she’s waited too. She’s waited just as long as you have and with less of the family with her. She loves you. And as her father, I wouldn’t say that unless I knew it was true. I also wouldn’t give you this.” Tony dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring. 

“It’s gorgeous, Tony,” Steve said as he carefully took the ring and inspected it.

“I made it for you to give to her.”

“Are you—“ Steve quickly made eye contact with Tony. “Are you giving me your blessing?”

“Yes. Now,” Tony pushed Steve out the door, “go down there and ask her before I change my mind.” 

“Tony,” Steve called before the man could close the door. Tony looked at Steve. “Thank you.” 

Tony simply nodded as he shut the door. Steve turned around and looked at me. He had waited for this moment for so long, he realized that he was being stupid for waiting any longer. Steve took a deep breath and began making his way towards me. I could hear footsteps behind me but I didn’t bother turning around, thinking it was Tony. 

“I think the sunset’s more beautiful today than it’s ever been since I’ve been here,” I said. “It’s just… I can’t even find the words to explain it.”

“I feel the same way,” Steve’s voice came from behind. I quietly gasped, not daring to turn around. “Except about you.” Steve walked around me, standing in the water in front of me. “I don’t think that you’ve ever looked more beautiful.” 

“Steve,” I breathed. I slowly set a hand on his cheek, checking to see if he was my imagination playing tricks on me. “Steve.”

Steve chuckled at my reaction, gripping onto my hand that was resting on his cheek. “Hey, B.”

“You’re here.” I jumped onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. 

He quickly held onto me, trying to keep balance so that we wouldn’t fall back into the water and buried his head into my neck. “I’m here. You’re here… We’re together… Finally... it’s been too long...”

“I missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

We pulled back enough to connect our lips in a long awaited kiss. It had been far too long in both of our opinions, but it was worth the wait. When we finally broke apart, I unwrapped my legs and Steve helped me get steady on the ground.

“I love you so much, Steve,” I whispered, tears of happiness forming in my eyes. “So, so much.”

“Well Bailey,” Steve pulled out the ring Tony had gifted him and got down on one knee, in the water. “I love you 3000 and I’ve waited far too long to began our life together. So, I dare ask you again, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I nodded hurriedly, “A thousand times yes.”

I held my hand out and allowed Steve to slip the ring onto my finger. Before he could stand up, I jumped onto him, throwing us into the water. We laughed as we kissed. We heard cheering coming from the house. Looking over, I noticed that everyone was watching out on the porch and they seemed to be heading our way. I giggled as Steve pushed us up to kneel in the water. Once everyone reached us, we got up to receive the congratulations. 

After we celebrated, with everyone and just Steve and I, we decided to get married as soon as possible. Pepper, Maria, Natasha, and Peggy, had the wedding planned and set within a week of Steve arriving (with Steve, Tony, and I’s input of course). Steve got to introduce me to his parents, and they were also involved with the planning. The night before the big day, the women slept over at my place while the men slept over at Tony and Pepper’s. The ceremony was set up on the beach outside my back door. The women were pampering me, doing my nails, hair, and make up. The nerves were beginning to take over my excitement and, unknowingly to me, I began to tremble. Pepper was the first one to take notice. 

“B,” she quickly turned me to face her, “look at me.” I quickly met her eyes. “It’s okay. You’re just getting married today.”

“Yeah, Bailey,” Nat chuckled. “You’re just getting married.”

Pepper took my shaking hands and held them in hers on her lap. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”

“I just… is this really happening? Am I really getting married? And to Steve?”

“You are, B.”

“Did he… he really waited for me? Lived out his life alone until he could be with me?”

“He really did,” Peggy said. “He loves you a great deal.”

“And I him.” I closed my eyes and took a shaking breath. “Okay.” I opened my eyes back up and looked at everyone in the room. “Let’s get me ready. I promised Steve I wouldn’t be late.”

In the next house over, Tony and Bucky were trying their best  to get Steve to calm down.

“What if she has second thoughts?” Steve questioned, rambling as he spiraled. “What if she regrets waiting for me? I don’t think I can take that.”

“Steve,” Bucky slapped his friend in the back, “she waited for you, just like you did for her. That girl is head over heals for you.”

“But what if she realizes that—“

“Stop right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupted. “Barnes is right. And I wouldn’t tell you that unless I knew it was true. I also wouldn’t be willing to walk her down the aisle unless I knew that she loved you and that you loved her.” Tony walked up and set his hands on Steve’s arms. “Now, you need to calm down, so that when I get her, I can promise her that you’re at the end of the aisle.”

After I was all dolled up and the dress was on, the women left me alone to my thoughts. I was still a bit nervous as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, but I knew it wouldn’t last long and the excitement was quickly replacing my nerves. I jumped slightly as a knock sounded at the door. I looked in the mirror to see Tony poke his head through, eyes shut. 

“Is the bride ready for her father to see her now?” He teased. “I don’t want to jinks anything.” 

“Of course,” I giggled as I turned around.

He entered the room quickly, shutting the door with his back before opening his eyes. “Bailey,” he gasped, “you’re— you’re gorgeous.” 

Tony hurried across the room and grabbed my hands. “You… I’m so proud of you. Though Rogers and I have our differences, I know he’s the right man for you. He loves you so much… But of course, not as much as I do.” His eyes slowly filled with tears as he spoke. He dropped one of my hands, resting his free hand on my cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Daddy.” 

“Come here.” Tony quickly pulled me into him, holding me tight. He held a kiss to my temple. “I couldn’t have picked anyone better,” he whispered. “You’ve got that man whipped.” 

I heard him sniffling. “Are you crying?” I tried to pull back to look at his face, but he just held me tighter. “It’s okay.” I rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. “I’ll just be living next door, like I have since you got here… I’m not actually going anywhere.” We stayed like that until we heard the music start. Tony gave me one last kiss on the cheek. Tears rimmed his eyes as we studied each others faces.

“Come on,” Tony moved so that he was at my side and slid one of his arms through mine. “We best be going. Here,” he grabbed my bouquet, “let’s go before Steve thinks that I drove you away in a getaway car.”

Tony guided me out of the room and out onto the porch. I could see our friends, our family seated on either side of the aisle. Happy was under the arch, as he was officiating the ceremony, and so was Steve. I wanted Steve stand up straighter and smile wider as Tony and I stepped into his view. Tony patted my arm as we made our way down the stairs and towards everyone. As we got closer to Steve, I noticed a tear escape his eyes. I smiled at him, trying to stop myself from crying. Tony and Steve shook hands before Tony gave me a kiss on the cheek and handed my hand over to Steve. 

“You look beautiful,” Steve whispered as he gently took my hand.

The ceremony was simple, and personal. Steve and I wrote our own vows. When we shared our first kiss as husband and wife, everyone jumped up and cheered. Steve quickly picked me up and spun me around as we kissed. We broke apart, smiling the biggest smiles we could at each other. We then ran down the aisle and onto the porch, laughing the whole way. When we stopped, Steve quickly pulled me in for another kiss.

“Wow,” I said quietly as we parted.

Steve chuckled. “So Mrs. Rogers, what should we do first?”

“I think that we should move up the reception so that we can get the honeymoon started, Mr. Rogers.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Steve smiled as he went in for another kiss.

Everyone was easily convinced to move up the reception except Tony, though Pepper quickly fixed that. As soon as the dance floor and the food was out, the party started. There were toasts not long after the party started. Bucky and Tony tried not to cry through their toasts. Afterwards, Steve and I had our first dance. As “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” played, Steve held me as close as he could, quietly whispering the song for just us two to hear.

“Never thought that you would be, standing here so closer to me. There’s so much I feel that I should say. But words can wait, until some other day... Kiss me once, then kiss me twice. Then kiss me once again. It’s been a long, long time.”

“Haven’t felt like this, my dear,” I cut him off, “since can’t remember when. It’s been a long, long time.” Steve and I looked lovingly at each other.

“You’ll never know how many dreams I’ve dreamed about you.”

“Or just how empty they all seemed without you.”

“So kiss me once.”

“Then kiss me twice.”

“Then kiss me once again.”

“It’s been a long, long time,” we sang quietly together.

Soon, Steve and I’s song ended and Tony was quickly asking Steve he he could cut it. Tony held me close as well. I could tell his was trying to put on a brave face, but fathers just tend to have a hard time at their daughters weddings.

“You don’t have to be strong for me, dad,” I smiled up at him. “You’ll allowed to cry.”

“I cried at Morgan’s wedding too… Especially as I watched her dance with Steve… It made me long for you to be there. And it made me realize that Steve is truly a great man, and that he really loves you… You picked good sweetie. No matter who much crap I gave you for years about him. You did good.”

“Well, I had help.” I reached up at kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Dad, for saving me. For raising me with love, no matter how many fights we had or how much crap happened to us. I wouldn’t be who I am without you.”

A tear ran down Tony’s cheek as he placed a kiss to my forehead. When the song ended, the music changed to something you could really dance to. As we celebrated, I studied everyone. We all were so happy, so excited. The weight of the world... the universe... was on no one’s shoulders. We were all free. We were all finally at rest.

THE END

AFTER HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you continue reading through endings 2 and 3 (which can be found on the main story masterlist, as they come out). Ending 2 will begin coming out tomorrow! Please feel free to ask any questions you have about the endings. Thanks again for all the support! It means the world!

Yoongi Is Dumb But so Are You

Fluff 3000 words roughly 

Author’s Note: Honestly if any of you guys can think of a better title for this hit me up because I do not title shit well.

Excerpt: Apparently, “God” has pale pink hair, pale skin, dark circles suspended under his half-closed eyes, and answers to the name of Yoongi. He partially sits against a wooden prop box, deep in conversation with the other main producers, Hoseok and Namjoon. They debate song lyrics, how it’s going to be difficult to add rap into such a balladic song and to maybe write something about the fleeting nature of butterflies. Yoongi is silent, cross-armed, and you can almost hear the words tossing around in his head, bouncing off to form lyrics.

1)

Taehyung is loud. Jungkook is a meme. Jimin is a little shit. And whoever said that using honey, sprinkles and confetti for a Bangtan photoshoot has obviously never had to deal with three strong male adults who harbour the mentality of eight-year-olds. Your ever-growing headache seems to get worse as the day drags on. Even with a mouthful of sugary excess, Taehyung still manages to yell louder than everybody else, and it’s leaving a ringing sound in your ears. Jimin, the fucker, will not tell you where he hid Namjoon’s Jacket. Right now, you’re trying to get Jungkook to stop sprinkling confetti like ‘salt bae’. You’re tempted to the slap the shit out of him when someone’s voice cuts through.

“Ya, you punks. Quiet down. Stop giving everyone around here a hard time.”

As if God had spoken, a hush falls across the studio. With the power of silence bestowed upon you, like Moses, you part the red sea. Or more accurately, you part Taehyung from five honey bear bottles.

The three forces of chaos simmer down and obediently follow “God's” word. You catch yourself muttering ‘Thank God’, before looking around to find “God” and thank him yourself. Picking up another jacket from the floor, you fold it absentmindedly while scanning the room.

Apparently, “God” has pale pink hair, pale skin, dark circles suspended under his half-closed eyes, and answers to the name of Yoongi. He partially sits against a wooden prop box, deep in conversation with the other main producers, Hoseok and Namjoon. They debate song lyrics, how it’s going to be difficult to add rap into such a balladic song and to maybe write something about the fleeting nature of butterflies. Yoongi is silent, cross-armed, and you can almost hear the words tossing around in his head, bouncing off to form lyrics.

Then, you remember that you have things to do too - Jin needs more glitter in his hair, the lights need adjusting from warm to cool colours and someone is faintly calling for more help in the distance. Yet just as you turn to the direction of the other voice, you feel yourself being watched. Almost immediately you snap your head back to find the pink-haired God with his eyes on you. The words 'thank you’ silently form on your lips. Yoongi responds with firm eye contact and a nod that seems akin to a professional handshake.

The distressed voice calls for you one more time, causing you to turn on your heels and run to save your colleague from misery. What you don’t notice is Yoongi’s lingering gaze following your rush.

“Yoon-ah? What do you think?” Hoseok asks.

Yoongi replies with ease, “I think metaphorical analogies are more of Namjoon’s thing, so I’ll let you take that one.”

“Thought you weren’t listening,” Blurts Namjoon.

“Use your honorifics. I’m still older than the both of you.

2)

The next time Yoongi graces you with a miracle is 4am inside a van going down the highway.

It’s easy to ask the question, 'Do we really, really, really have to leave at 2am in the morning to travel three hours for a photoshoot in the middle of a forest?’, though it’s a good thing Jin, the eldest member of the boyband, asks it. Anyone else would have lost their jobs. But if you consider how the boys used to sleep two hours a night only to spend the rest of the day in the dance studio, then taking a two hour nap in a van ride for a sunrise isn’t much. 

It’s a bit of a squeeze, really. Trying to fit the makeup, lights and camera, as well as the boys all into two vans means that there isn’t room for separating respective teams. Which is why you currently find yourself squashed between Yoongi and the window. You’re having a bit of trouble breathing, between the weight of your coworkers, your stuff pounding against you every time the van takes a turn, and Yoongi’s scent…

“Is this late for you?” Yoongi asks.

“Mmh?” You whip your head away from the window.

“Is this really late for you?” he repeats. 

“If we take into account that it is technically past midnight and therefore the beginning of the day, I guess I’m early." 

Yoongi half chuckles, "In that case, I was up really early at the studio.”

You copy his chuckle. This is easy small talk. It’s unusual for him to engage in small talk, not that he fumbles with his nerves like Jungkook who avoids eye contact with the female gender at all costs. The great Min Yoongi reserves his words, every syllable harbours meaning, every utterance serves a purpose. But you’re too tired to contemplate why he’s sparing his limited energy to talk to you. 

Suddenly, a rush of cold air from outside seeps into your shirt through your neck and down your spine, causing you to shiver. 

“Cold?” Yoongi asks.

“A bit,” you answer, and he raises an eyebrow, to which you quickly add “With all of the body heat, I’ll be warm again in no time.”

A small, slow smile creeps its way up to Yoongi’s lips and lingers for a moment before it’s interrupted by a yawn. You stifle a giggle at the adorableness of his yawn. It’s so different from the cold attire that his persona wears on stage. He blinks before squinting his eyes to ensure he did not simply imagine the softest little look on your face, the sort of look that makes you feel like you may or may not be melting. You reign yourself in, and you can only hope that the dim light in the van masked your face.

“You should take some rest now while you can, we’ve still got at least an hour and a half before we reach the woods."  You say, and the moment breaks. It crumbles at the edges and disasspiates. 

"Yeah. I should.”

“Yeah,” you echo, not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed at the dying conversation. You reluctantly turn to the window and watch his reflection huff and pull out his phone…

“Dude, get up, we’re here.”

Groggily, you wake up to see that the van has stopped. You’re warm, blissfully warm and cosy even with your head against the hard surface. You grab your things and attribute the warmth to the collective body heat of 15 people in a van. That is, before you notice the leather jacket draped over your hunched body. 

His leather jacket.

3)

He is dumb. This is dumb, leaning against the wall with a cup in each hand during staff lunch, Yoongi thinks. He is acutely aware of how dumb he looks, especially when Taehyung approaches with a couple of pizza slices in his hand.

“Hyung, why are you holding two cups?”

“Because they’re mine.”

“Just drink them like this.” Taehyung mimes two cups of his own and takes an imaginary sip from his left hand and then his right. “Then you’ll have both hands to hold pizza.”

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi realises that perhaps he isn’t the stupidest looking person in the room. “Tae, I don’t understand how that would help.”

Five minutes later, Jimin offers to feed him pizza, pressing cold slices against his jaw. Looking at him, Yoongi decides that drinking coffee on an empty stomach isn’t the worst thing that can happen. And then he wonders. 

'Where the ever loving fuck are you?' 

On the other side of the building you are tired.  And when one is tired, it is easy for many things to seem like a happy coincidence. Especially for jobs in the creative industry, schedules are more of a suggestion - an ideal but not a necessity. Like right now, you are needed to carry a couple of boxes of equipment because you just so happened to be near the truck, which unfortunately turned into a ten-minute workout. So by the time you actually make it to the staff room, half of the pizza is already cradled in your co-worker’s grubby hands, or in Taehyung’s case, inhaled. You make a beeline for whatever’s left in the boxes.

You have half a margarita slice stuck between your teeth when Yoongi, his freshly dyed mint green hair shimmering under the halogen lights, approaches you. 

“Your tea,” he says curtly, as he shoves one of the cups into your hands.

A thousand question marks bubble above your head. How did he know this was your drink? When did you order it? Weren’t you away on your unnecessary workout? So many things sit at the tip of your tongue, so much so, that you open your mouth to speak, momentarily forgetting that you already had pizza in your mouth. 

Yoongi, the smooth bastard that he is, is already walking away with a slice in his hand,  leaving you standing by the boxes with a half-eaten bite of pizza oozing into the carpet. In your non-smoothness, you grab another slice and leave before anyone notices.

You sip at the rim of your cup to find your drink pleasantly warm, instead of scalding. It’s green tea, your favourite. Slowly, a dumb, bright smile spreads across your face, and you don’t even notice that you’re giggling into your cup. 

“Ah Hyung, you’ve finished both drinks?” Hoseok pipes in as Yoongi takes a bite. 

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you should go to the bathroom before dance practice, Hyung. That’s a lot of liquid." 

"I’m not Namjoon, don’t worry." 

Yoongi glances back at you, catching your smile. So, he muses, green tea is your favourite drink.

4)

It’s raining and pouring. You’re under the portico of the office, listening to the thunderclouds roar. 

Suddenly, there’s the sound of an umbrella opening followed by the sight of its underside hovering above your head. 

"You take the bus home, right?" 

There is the sight of Min Yoongi with tousled golden white bed head, much like a frazzled halo against his black umbrella. He looks like a grumpy angel. A cute, grumpy angel, who you remember asked you a question. 

"Yeah… I take the bus home,"  you manage to get out.

Yoongi nods, turning his eye to the outpouring haze of grey. Three steps into his walk forward, he realises that the space beside him under the umbrella is unoccupied.  Quizzically, he looks back to see you rise and fall on the balls of your feet, looking at the ground.

Maybe he needs to get into the habit of actually saying things, he ponders. Or not. He is a man of action, more the type to let his deeds do the talking, and so he does just that, tilting his head in a wordless motion to join him.

Not a drop of water hits you. You’re expecting a bit of splash, what with the strength of the rain, but you’re not. Instead, the guy who owns the actual umbrella has the top of his shirt soaked two shades down the colour scale. 

You state the obvious, “Your clothes are soaked,” automatically grabbing a spare packet of tissues and rigorously patting him. 

"My hat’s waterproof.”

“You know, you could have come back to get me.”

“Too lazy to move." 

"You moved your arm to cover me.” That sentence was finished with a smirk, almost detached from the tone of the words themselves.

The words are teasing, but the blush on your face says endearment. You both gaze upon each other but alternating, never quite matching up. But you know that you caught him staring with an expression that mirrors your own.

Somewhere between the banter, silence begins to kick in. Not an uncomfortable silence, but the type of silence that heightens every other sense.  You’re desperately aware of his elbow brushing against your arm, passing a delightful electricity across your skin even with the tiniest of movements. The tension in the air is thicker than the sheets of rain. 

“So Yoongi, when are you gonna ask me out?" 

If Yoongi is actually into you, his face certainly did not convey that. His reaction is instantaneous, mouth open in a small upside down semi-circle, his eyes pointed at you. Shock. Shock is the expression on his face. Shit. What started out as a confident request on your part fizzles out like flat coke. As if Yoongi’s face was not clear enough, lightning struck behind him. Even the Universe is saying 'Nah brah, he ain’t into you’. 

Yoongi returns to the world of the living, mind racing for the right thing to say when you spot a moving vehicle in the distance.

"Oh shit that’s my bus bye!” You bolt out into the rain, all the way to the bus stop. 

Yoongi’s still in shock, dumbfounded by everything that happened. There is a deafening quiet that follows, before he bursts into unrepressed laughter, like dropping a big bag of lemons, the  neon yellow rolling off in absurdity and painting the streets bright in its colour. You like him back. All this time he’s been wondering. You actually like him back. 

You hear footsteps behind you. You’re too far ahead at this point, skidding past the bus stop sign and onto the bus. The last thing you catch is your name on his lips before the bus doors close, cutting off the rest of his sentence. 

“That’s not your bus!”

5)

Yoongi doesn’t see you the next day. Which is alright. What with the intense choreography and the last minute editing sessions with Namjoon, he doesn’t really expect to cross paths with you. Yoongi doesn’t see you the day after that either, which is slightly worrying, but you’re ok, right? That night, Yoongi closes the tab with your Facebook profile on and goes to sleep, determined to find you the next day. 

Turns out, finding you is easier than Yoongi imagined. All he had to do was locate the direction of sneezing and there you are, mask across your face and struggling to carry a couple of cardboard boxes. The warmer tones in your skin have gone into hiding and the sparkles that tinted your eyes are replaced with a muted vacancy. Apparently you’re so out of it that you don’t even notice him until he’s right in front of you.

“Hey,” Yoongi says softly, in the way one might wake a sleeping child.

“Hmmhm?” You reply in an unenthusiastic zombie grumble, before lifting your gaze up to see who was talking. 

No no no no no nope. Fuck this shit you’re out. Maybe if you were in a better mental state, not feeling as if someone had swung a flaming axe at the back of your head and left it there; you would have behaved more maturely and said 'Hi’, politely engaged in some small talk and left like a normal person. Instead, you smushed the boxes tightly against your chest, turned on your heels, screamed “Maria, I’ve got the good stuff!” and sprinted in the opposite direction, far, far away from Yoongi. You don’t really know what happened, but you don’t really care, you just want to get the fuck outta there.

This afternoon, instead of going to lunch with the rest of your coworkers, you decide to find a spot to nurse your feverish head and take a nap. You stumble upon a quiet corner under the desk with a grey travel pillow and a jumper. It smells faintly of a comforting kind of musk, lulling you gently to sleep. 

When you come to, you see soft golden locks, somewhat like a frazzled halo. A big dumb smile stretches across your sleepy face until you realise, oh shit, it's  Yoongi. You scramble to get up and, with a bang, hit your head on the table. 

Of course, it wakes up Yoongi. You try moving backwards only to find a wall and realise you’re literally corned. Your next reaction is to interrogate him.

“Why are you-?”

“This is my napping place.” Yoongi interrupts, and it’s only now that you register that you have his leather jacket on your lap, a wet paper towel on your forehead and a packet of cold medicine nearby. 

Yoongi looks as if he’s slept on the ground on his side. Something inside you clenches tightly, almost squeezing tears out.

“Why do you keep treating me nicely? I’m sorry but I don’t like get it. Like, you are so nice to me and you buy me green tea and you give me your jacket and… uhh…uhh..”

You sneeze, snot dribbles down your nose and you just wanna curl up and die. Why can’t you just be a squid and excrete a fluid that scares people away? Carefully, Yoongi extracts a tissue from a packet and unfolds it before placing it in your hand. You take it with a thank you and warmth spills from your chest, reaching into your fingertips before a wash of ice smothers any emotions stirred. 

“Yes, exactly that. Why do you keep doing that?” You ask, exasperated. 

“Doing what?” Yoongi frowned quizzically.

The warmth that you once felt was replaced with a different kind of heat, and all the frustration that had been simmering underneath the surface bubbled and toppled out your lungs spitting and spewing in incoherency. 

“Being so fucking nice to me! Like you, you give me your jacket and you, you give me tissues and it’s not like I want you to be horrible but you keep doing all these lovely things to me and, and it makes me believe that you think about me the same way I think about you!”

Yoongi stares at you with a furrowed brow, opening his mouth slightly and shutting it again, tasting the words on his tongue carefully. But he doesn’t get a chance to string them into a sentence.

“Oh wait, are you the kind of person who is just this nice to everyone. Oh my god fuck off. Fuck off! Can you not, like be this nice and kind and you smell great y the way and… fuck. Why the fuck am I in love with an oblivious idiot I’m so fucked.”

You curl into yourself and groan. Yoongi is quietly chuckling, half admiring the adorable fluff that you are.

“The answer to your previous question is yesterday.” Yoongi says, tentatively awaiting your reaction.

Your eyes peek out from under your arms, looking positively like a lost kitten. It takes everything in him not to ruffle your hair and pick you up on his lap but he is a master of self control, so he chooses his words wisely instead.

“You asked me when was I going to ask you out, and the answer is yesterday.” He pauses, gauging your reaction, afraid one wrong letter and you’d disappear, “But I didn’t see you yesterday, or the day before that, so I didn’t get the chance.”

Yesterday, your supervisor sent you home so you spent your day waddled in tissues, watching Netflix and swatting away angels playing violins. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Um, yeah. I was sick so I wasn’t here. Sorry, I’m an idiot,” you manage to garble.

Yoongi tittered, reaching for something behind him. It’s a paper cup. Yoongi passes it slow enough for you to stop him, but you don’t, grazing his fingers when you take it into your hand. You realise it’s a peace offering when his face visibly relaxes from a tension you didn’t know was there. 

“Green tea”’ Yoongi states, his cool demeanour morphing into a gummy grin too sweet to taste. 

The tea swishes down your throat, awakening the temperate warmth that had once been extinguished, and you find yourself with a beaming smile that mirrors his.

‘BANHA’ Fic

aka, my friend who hasn’t watched bnha got really pissed when I told her about Bakugo and Izuku’s old middle school. So pissed, in fact, that she wrote almost 3000 words of a character created solely for this purpose beating the tar out of Bakugo. 

Shes my idol. 

(I edited the names for spelling and edited the dialogue for speech patterns in exactly two scenes. See if you can pick all 3 edited lines) 

“Happy birthday Arlea!” Arlea Hunter started from where she was sitting and chewing on cereal like it was going out of style. Aunty Chitose placed a small cake on the table by Arlea’s bowl, a single candle on top, she gave her a bright smile.

“Thank you! You didn’t have to get me anything,” Arlea said, looking at the cake, it looked delicious. With white frosting that was layered thickly and the words ‘Happy birthday’ scrawled in purple icing. Arlea blew out the candle. Putting her hands together. Squeezing her eyes shut to make a wish. Her Aunty ruffled her hair.

“What are you saying? Of course I’d get you a cake, although it’s a bit little, you can’t share it with your friends.” She said.

“It’s ok, I wouldn’t want to share it either way.” Arlea pointed out. “Except for you of course,” she added, standing to pick up the knife from the counter. proceeding to cut it into quarters.

“Oh, thank you very much, and I’m going to eat three pieces then?” she asked.

“Alright fine, Uncle Hideki and Hanabi can have some too.”

“You two will have to pack it then, since you’re almost late for school.” My aunt pointed out, moving back to the kitchen. Arlea glanced at the clock and almost swore. Scrambling to pick up her lunchbox and carefully pack the cake.

“Hanabi come on down! There’s cake here for you!” Arlea’s Aunt called. it was accompanied by the sounds of frantic footsteps. Eventually Hanabi made it down the stairs, with school bag in hand and her blonde streaked brown hair bouncing around her heart-shaped face. The little princess of the family, with sharp bright blue eyes and a killer smile. Arlea really took time to reflect how different their families were.

Her cousin was a year younger than her, and had an outgoing happy personality, cute sized, whereas Arlea was willowy, with straight drab hair that looked almost black, black eyes. and while she had a quirk of an infectious smile. Arlea’s dove wings wasn’t exactly as useful. It’s not as if she could use them. she reflected ruefully

“Thanks mum!” Hanabi squealed, sitting at the table. “Not now, pack it or we will be late.” Arlea commented. Hanabi glancing at the clock and jumping up again.

“I can’t be late today! I promised Haru I’d help her paint one of the school festival posters.” Hanabi grabbed her back and bolted for the doorway. Arlea shifted past, letting the girl go past her without knocking both of them over. She turned back and packed the second piece for Hanabi, placing both lunchboxes in her bag. She was used to her airheaded cousin forgetting things, and definitely loved her for it. Hanabi made Arlea feel good and reliable. Isn’t that a sad realisation? She mused. heading out the door at an angle and calling her goodbyes to her aunt.

“Come on! move those wings, if we’re late I’m blaming you!” Hanabi called, she grinned at Arlea without any malice. Setting a brisk pace along the sidewalk. Arlea caught up easily, she was taller than her cousin by a couple centimetres. Arlea wasn’t exactly new to Japan, her mum had been from here, and she’d been born here. but growing up in a different culture entirely, and coming back at the age of 15, 12 years later was an… experience.

Specifically the school life, ending up going to Aldera middle school wasn’t exactly fun. It wasn’t a great school, but her area wasn’t a great area, and it would be expensive to send two near-high schoolers to a private school. Public schools weren’t a problem though, after all, if Arlea could survive a public school in Woodridge Australia, she could survive anything.

The school gates loomed ahead and Hanabi called out to her friend Haru. A small girl with curly dark hair, glasses, and a shy personality. Haru smiled, waving at us both.

“Good morning Hanabi, Senpai!” she greeted. Arlea gave her a smile, Hanabi was already dragging her off however.

“I’ll see you at lunch!” She called back. Arlea gave a little snort, unlikely, until she figured out Arlea had her lunch. She didn’t blame her cousin. They had only gotten closer over the past year Arlea had been here, but that probably wasn’t entirely by choice. It’s been a year since Arlea’s mother died, and she had to move to this second-rate school. At least she could get into a better high school.

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She was sitting with her friends when Hanabi came running over. A slightly panicked look on her face. I smiled at her.

“Forget your lunch today?” Arlea asked her as she reached where Arlea and her friends were eating lunch, a small little side-hall that was open enough to have cool air come through and bright enough for a nice atmosphere. But as she drew closer Arlea’s smile fell. She looked absolutely terrified. Pale faced, on the verge of tears.

“The- that kid in your grade! They’re… beating him up.” She said between sobbing breaths. Hanabi reached her too. She was crying.

“That’s Deku, leave him be, it happens.” One of Arlea’s friends commented. Hanabi cousin looked at him, her face starting to get blotchy as the redness of running took over her straight panic.

“They look like they’re beating him to death! They’re not stopping!” Hanabi rushed out. Arlea looked at her, then stood up.

“Where are the teachers?” Arlea’s friends watched her silently, a few of them staring at their lunches, but no longer eating them. There was something wrong about this situation, sure people were bullied in Australia, but it tended to stop once a teacher was in view.

“They’re just watching!” Hanabi half-shouted. Arlea turned an accusing eye on her friends. Seeing no support on the kid’s side. no cry of outrage.

“Where?” She asked seriously, ignoring the slight shake of  her friend Satoru’s head. Hanabi took off though, and Arlea went after her. Haru following them from behind. Taking a couple shortcuts through empty classrooms Arlea could see where people were gathered on the second floor above one of the yards, staring down at the commotion. Hanabi was slowing down. Arlea slid to a stop next to the furthest student, hearing someone shouting.

“I’m doing you a favour Deku, you’re better off dead than quirkless!” The voice below called up, loud enough to be heard from here. Arlea felt a cold snap of rage, gripping the windowsill she jumped up, Hanabi turned back, calling her name. Arlea leapt out, aiming for Bakugo. One of the popular kids in her grade. He had a cascade of sparks, ready to use it on the kid that was already bleeding from most of his face. His shoulder looked dislocated too, he looked up at Arlea through one eye, the other puffed shut, his lip was broken and bleeding, and he had a serious burn mark on the right side of his neck.

Arlea heard movement and turned her attention. Bakugo stood up, disorientated, Arlea looked at him, gripping her hands into fists, temper, temper. If she lost it now the teachers might actually do something.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” one of the ones holding the boy asked. she turned on him.

“Let him go, or I’ll cut off your creepy salad fingers.” Arlea said. he let the boy go, he crumpled to the ground.

“Get lost, or I’ll give you the same to you, shithead.” Bakugo replied coldly, walking over threateningly. Arlea looked at his face, altogether much too perfect, maybe a broken tooth might teach him a lesson. She decided. He reached her and she rounded a hit on him before he could see the fist coming. The wet slap of her flesh against his face satisfyingly echoing in the semi-empty yard.

“Bakugo!” Someone called from behind, Arlea turned as one of the less active of the bullies ran at her. She gave a cold laugh, before leaping on him, wings outspread in a terrible arch as she twisted into the air, bringing the entire force of her body and slamming into him.

“That’s enough!” someone shouted, Arlea stood, the bullies standing back as a teacher walked this way.

“Oh, is it? And was it enough when they were beating this kid in front of you? Or are you so piss-poor at your own fucing job you couldn’t be bothered actually interfering?” Arlea shouted at him. She stuttered through the Japanese, not exactly fluent, but good enough that the meaning came across strong. The teacher went red faced, walking this way in angry strides, Arlea looked at him, temper ticking so close to being officially lost.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you off for this one, but you’re going to detention for this-“ The teacher stated. He grabbed Arlea’s wrist.

“For what? doing your job for you?” she asked. The teacher turned to look at her.

“How dare you.” the teacher hissed.

“The fuck is wrong with you, why would you waste all your breath on a quirkless bastard?” it was Bakugo again. Temper officially lost. With a swipe, she took the teacher’s legs out from under him, before turning on Bakugo, he put his arms up in defence, seeing the attack this time but not counting on the amount of force behind it, people never did. But wings were extra body mass, no matter how hollow the bones. The two of them fell.

There was only a short scramble, before Arlea was sitting on his chest, hands wrapped tightly around his throat. His eyes bulged. Gripping her wrists, trying to ease the pressure.

“Unfortunately for you, my mother happened to be quirkless. She’s gone; because of scum like you.” Arlea said, a smile on her face as she strangled the boy. “Call this your official warning, if you ever mention that little quirkless thing again, you or any of your little boys. I’m going to hunt you down, slit your throat from ear to ear, and watch you bleed out with a smile on my face.” Arlea wasn’t joking either. She’d almost killed people for less. Bakugo’s struggled became desperate, tears and spit rolling down his face.

“Stop it,” A hoarse voice croaked. Arlea glanced back. the kid was sitting up, looking this way, barely conscious. Arlea turned back. She let go of Bakugo’s throat, not before giving him two more solid hits to the face, one of them crunching at his nose. She stood up, turning back. The teacher must have hit his head, because he was sitting up with a dazed look in his eyes. Arlea turned to look at the kid who was staring back at her with fear. “Don’t - Kacchan’s going to be a hero, it’s only because I’m-” the boy stuttered.

Arlea turned to look at the people on the floor, the two still standing watched her with fear. She turned back to look at Bakugo, who was coughing and staring up at her.

“Quirkless?” She ground out, teeth audibly grinding against each other in her rage. “It’s ok because you’re weaker than him?” She turned back to Bakugo, snarling. “Newsflash asshole, heroes help people weaker than them. You’re no hero, just a twobit jackass with too many people fawning over your flashy quirk.”  Arlea turned back, grabbing the boy by his good arm and wrenching him up. Taking him towards the infirmary, the kids gathered gave her a wide berth, except for Hanabi, who walked forward, and helped support him on the other side, being careful of his arm.

“Are you ok?” she asked softly. the boy looked at her. but she was looking at Arlea. Who’s jaw was ticked tight, fury in her eyes.

“I’m going to burn down this fucking school.” She replied coldly in English. Hanabi winced,

“I’m sure… that if he knew, he’d not have talked that way.” Hanabi responded softly, Arlea felt her anger cooling. Her cousin trying hard to calm her down and making an effort to speak in English made her feel better.

“If he knew and actually had the audacity to say that, I’d have already killed him.” Alrea pointed out. reverting back to Japanese.

Hanabi gave a shaky sigh, “Mum is going to be furious…”

Well, that she already knew.

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Surprise, surprise, Arlea was called to the office. She walked there, blood still on her uniform, sitting down politely on the waiting room chairs. The woman there was tense, not looking at her. After a while, the phone rang, and the woman picked it up, putting it back down.

“Please make your way through.” she said, giving Arlea a tense smile.

Arlea stood up, taking a breath. Inside was a furious principal, the concussed teacher, two police officers, and someone who looked like he was a hero. She stopped at the door, looking at the hero and freezing. Well, that didn’t bode well.

“Arlea Hunter, I am appalled by what I’ve heard this afternoon. You were a good student, top of your class, an outstanding reputation. But today you not only attacked 3 of your peers, but a teacher as well. These men are here to escort you off my campus, you’re hereby expelled. I’ve called your aunt to tell her that you’re being escorted to the station. Honours exchange student or not, I will not tolerate that kind of violence on my campus.” The principal, who Arlea was shocked didn’t run out of breath halfway through, was red-faced. Furious, the teacher was watching her with a smile.

Arlea turned to him. “Really? Not only will you let another student burn Deku’s face off, but you’ll stand there and smile when the only person willing to stand up for him is being sent off?” She asked. The teacher paled.

“She’s lying!” he immediately cried. Arlea crossed her arms.

“Bakugo told Deku to kill himself because he was quirkless, then went ahead to hit him again, and everyone stood around and did nothing. This student who had the audacity to think he was going to become a hero.” Arlea was enraged now, walking to the desk and slamming her hands down.

“What the hell is wrong with your teaching staff? A single boy was being beaten to death on your school grounds by four people and your staff did nothing! What kind of sicko school do you run?” She was screaming now. then turned to the police.

“You want to take me to the station? Good! I’ll be a valuable witness, and I’ll proudly stand against Bakugo, what kind of sick psychopath burns the face off one of his peers?” She rounded on the principal again. “I’m also surprised that you called my aunt, you should have kept quiet, because you know she’s just going to come here and take my side. And when there’s an internal investigation? You’ll find me watching you burn to the ground with all the rest of your staff. You run an institute that’s supposed to support your student base, and watch them grow. Their parents are relying on you to keep their children safe, and you’re sending one of them home with injuries nearly every day!” Arlea pulled herself to full height, looking down at the man sitting there, getting paler and paler at her accusations. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves.” she hissed out finally.

There was a tense silence, neither the teacher nor principal would break it. Arlae had just gone and blurted out their failures in front of two cops and a hero. If that didn’t scream ‘doomed’ she didn’t know what did. The hero spoke up first.

“Today has been quite the eventful day for everyone involved. What I suggest happens is that Principal Satoru runs an internal investigation into this matter. Bakugo will be flagged to watch for quirk abuse on U.A records. I also suggest you discuss a solution with Arlea Hunter’s aunt when she arrives, so that expulsion can be avoided.” The hero said calmly. Arlea blinked at him.

“How can you speak reasonably in this situation?” She asked, outraged. The hero pinned her with a steady gaze.

“You were also using your quirk maliciously in body slamming a student. If this Bakugo is punished. You will be also, if the student who was injured decides to go ahead and press charges, then we will do something about it and bar him from entering our academy, if what you say about him wanting to become a hero is true. You may find yourself with the brunt of the punishment however, the student you attacked was not Bakugo by the sounds of it, which means you didn’t use your quirk for self defence either.” The hero turned and walked to Arlea, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“In this instance, it would be logical to just let it go. It would be a shame to lose a potential student with such a strong motivation for justice.” The hero nodded his goodbye to the principal and left. giving Arlea an encouraging smile. She didn’t feel it, wanting instead to throw her fists around and continue her angry outburst. Trying to attack a hero would be a tad ambitious. It also made her feel worse that he thought he saw justice. But it was just selfish, bitter anger. Just piss-poor timing for Bakugo to be an asshole. A year ago today her own mother killed herself over the same words. You’d be better off dead than quirkless. Arlea glared at the two people left in the room. before turning and walking out again. she needed a good cry behind the furthest building, at least before her aunty arrived.

Our Son, Arc II, Obligations, Chp 5.

So almost 3000 words.

My heart literally hurt yesterday to see that the beautiful @kalendraashtar felt she couldn't continue writing because of horrible anons. It is 100% jealousy, and they are pathetic bitter individuals, who hide behind anonymity. Anyway I want to dedicate this chapter to her because if it wasn't for her her inspiring work I would never have typed a word of fanfic. I don't have an ounce of her gift but I will keep writing anway!I ​ 

Anyways thank you for your comments and asks, it fuels the fire guys! I want to thank @balfeheughlywed and @ladyviolethummingbird  who got me to move the first section of this chapter to a later one and they were so right because I am so much happier with the flow. There is reference to NSFW language below the cut.

Brian patted my hand, a tight smile swept across his face. “There ye are Jamie lad, I was just about to tell ye that I found Claire!” his tone overly light, nervous almost.

Jamie nodded, arms folded defensively keeping his eyes locked on me. “Aye,” he said plainly.

  Brian sensing the tension, made one final attempt at smoothing the waters, “Son I have told Claire that this is not our wish for ye, I ken that might not help yer explanations but…I”

Before Brian could finish his sentence, Jamie’s face grew grim. “This is bullshit” he snarled, “I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t”,  pointing one finger at his father “you absolving yourself of my decisions isna going to make things any better, so dinna bother trying that judicious bullshit with me!” he spat.

  Brian visibly flinched at his words, but he walked towards Jamie calmly, eyes full of sympathy. “I am sorry son. I ken this is very difficult on ye.”

  Before we could speak another word, Willie came bounding energetically into the stables, and we all made a conscious effort to take a step back. 

  “Ma” Willie shouted excitedly “Me and Da have been looking for ye all morning!”, he jumped up into my arms “Where have ye been?” his brows creased together questioningly. “Oh well” I replied, infusing a brightness in my tone that I didn’t feel, “I have been out walking and helping Grandda.”

  Willie nodded acceptingly. “How many friends can I invite to the wedding?” he blurted out, his mind running onto his next plan. 

“The what?” I asked my addled brain failing to follow Willie’s quick turnaround.

  “yer and Da’s wedding,” Willie explained rolling his eyes. “I wanna invite my new friends from School.”

  Jamie stepped forward, taking Willie from my arms. “As many as ye like son”, ignoring my half opened mouth he smiled reassuringly at Willie.

  Brian cleared his throat and started shuffling towards the stable door. “Come with me a bhalaich” Brian beckoned; Willie duly leapt from Jamie’s arms to follow his grandfather.

  “Don’t do that” I hissed as soon as Willie was out of earshot.

  “Claire,” Jamie said ignoring my temper. “Will ya let me explain” his hands outstretched pleadingly.

  “your father has explained it all” I said and stormed off.

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  If my dress had sleeves, they would be wrung within my fingers nervously. "Fuck", I muttered to myself "I am too soft that's my problem".

    The three swift brandies I had downed before arriving had numbed my yapping stomach but done nothing to quench the anxiety roaring around my body.

I had no one to blame for my attendance at this farce but myself, given that my first thought this morning was to board a plane to Boston. My resolve had weakened under Jenny's pleading words.

    "Ya ken mam willna ask it of ye, but she has invited everybody and their mother to this party, if ye dinna show with Jamie, she will would be shamed", seeing my expression she held her hand up haltingly, " I ken right now yer not too concerned of shaming Jamie, but I know ye willna shame mam."

  My answer was quick and wounding "I will do it for Ellen." I said sharply, stamping out the flash of hope that flickered across Jamie’s face.

  Jamie's soft knock on the bedroom door came sometime later, "Are ye ready Sassenach?" his anger from earlier had dissipated somewhat, and instead his eyes held a sadness, the sight was like an invisible hand churning my gut. Part of me longed to pull him to me, missing the solid feel of him but I was still too sore to bridge the gap.

    To occupy my mind and avoid Jamie, I had spent more than the average amount of time readying myself for a party. If I dressed as if going to battle, it might conjure up bravery I didn't own, and to hide the utter devastation that I felt inside. I would be damned if the Dunsany's would know what they cost me.

  Jamie's face when I opened the door, fortified me with just enough courage to face them. "Ye are stunning," he said simply.

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"I dinna want the Dunsany's in my home either" Ellen whispered as we entered through the kitchen door, "but they will be gone tomorrow, and for now we will hold our heads high, aye?"

I heard her message and greeted each guest as warmly as I could.

  Yielding to Jamie's warm hand on the small of my back, just as much an act of compromise as need.

    The Fraser's neighbours and friends eyed me with a mixture of curiosity and something like compassion. I was a stranger, the Sassenach pet name Jamie called me was somewhat different on their tongues.

  To most of them, Jamie's engagement came entirely out of the blue, and they weren't even aware that we were dating, which technically we weren't.

  The flow of congratulations, followed with "sure it will be lovely for Willie" spoke volumes. Our engagement perceived as a necessity, an arrangement almost. Just a girl Jamie had got pregnant, and now he was doing the decent thing by marrying her.

    Everything coloured by the move to Hellwater, I couldn't see our story anymore. Focusing only on the bare facts of mine and Jamie's history, I saw myself from their eyes. A mistake.

    Panic and humiliation were fighting each other for dominance in my mind.

  My status as an obligation was driven home when I heard an elderly neighbour of the Fraser's bend to Jamie's ear. His ruddy cheeks wobbling in merriment "Ye got caught son" he said nudging Jamie playfully in the ribs, "happens to the best of us...our Ann was six months gone when I married her, ye did well to escape the ould ball and chain for four years."

  Jamie's head snapped instantly to me first and then he lent to the man again, muttering something between gritted teeth and stormed away leaving me alone with strangers.

  Hours seemed to pass since I lost Jamie's presence by my side. I  listened to stories I had no part in or knowledge of. I was ignoring the stares and curious looks and raging silently with him for leaving me.

  I pressed my lips together to try and still the scream that threatened to fall from my mouth.

     “Claire?”  Jenny's concerned face was peering at me.

  I moved across the room, away from her searching for an exit I bumped straight into Jamie. Geneva Dunsany trailing behind him, "where are ye going?"

  He was leaning over me, not helping the circulation of air I so desperately needed. “It doesn't matter, I can’t do this”, I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, I glanced over his shoulder at Geneva and Jamie followed my stare, he turned back to me quickly to say something but before he had uttered a word a cold hand reached for my forearm.

  Geneva Dunsany's concerned eyes watching me "Claire are you ok? You've gone a terrible shade."

    "Fine," I said smiling tightly.

  Her blue eyes gazed at me sympathetically this coinciding with Jamie's equally concerned expression made me want to slap something, was he with her when he left me alone? "Look I am sure none of this is easy," she said mildly, "newly engaged and about to be separated."

  Jamie moved a step closer to me as if anticipating my propensity to turn violent. "I just want you to know that we will take excellent care of him" she smiled sweetly.

"I dinna need your family's care Geneva, I am there under coercion. let us be clear, aye?."

  Suddenly it was too much, Geneva's wounded face, Jamie's defensive words. They were all involved in this mess, and I no longer wanted to be.

  Bolting for the nearest door, I breathed apologies while squeezing myself between guests as I left.

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  It was an hour later when Jamie snuck into the stables behind me. "I thought ye went home," he said quietly, tentatively edging closer to me as if approaching a spooked horse.

  "Home?" I snorted sarcastically "and where would that be?"

  Jamie took a moment to consider "I would like to say yer home is with me, but I dinna think ye see it that way anymore?"

  I was at a loss for how to answer him. "Do you have any idea how it felt in that room? I have never felt so alone... so... " searching for a word to sum up how I felt, "so far from home" I finished, hoping that he couldn't hear the break in my voice.

    When his hand snuck around to pull me close, I shrank from his touch.

    "I am so sorry Claire" he held on firmly, ignoring the attempt to sever myself from him.

  "Sorry?" I asked disbelievingly "sorry doesn't come close, Jamie."

    His face fell, and his hand rose to cup my cheek.  Eyes brimming with tears,  I could see the exhaustion weighing down his shoulders.

  Fixing my eyes on a vacant point on the floor, I bit my bottom lip,  it hurt to look at him.

    "Do ye think it is easy for me Claire? It's like ripping my heart out and living without it" his voice falling to a whisper at the final word. Swallowing hard and blinking rapidly, he moved towards me.

  “Do ye not think I am fucking broken at the thoughts of leaving ye?” he persisted.

My mouth curled up in a sneer, "and here you are still only thinking of how this affects you, Jesus Jamie" I snapped.

  His hands reached out and held me firm by my forearms. There was no sound but a ragged drawing of breath. He stood staring at me, eyes searching up and down my face.

  "What would you have me do? Let them leave my parents without a home, a business? Throw away everything they have worked for?"

  "What I would have had you do is not put all that at jeopardy without getting fucking advice first" I spat.

Something flickered in his eyes before he roared "fuck" and kicked an upturned bucket halfway across the stable. Running his hand through his hair he turned from me, his head thrown back.

  I wasn't done.

  "No matter how I look at it, I can't get past that we are not your priority, we weren't your priority when Willie was born, and we aren't your priority now," I said flatly.

    “Claire” Jamie breathed, “That couldna be further from the truth” he shook his head incredulously.

  "This is pointless" I retorted rolling my eyes, "you can't even see what your actions mean Jamie?"

  His bewildered glare told me he didn't have a clue.

    "Look," I said feigning reason. "Our circumstances have changed. It's like you proposed a lifetime ago. I am not naive enough to think that Willie and I may have seen like an obligation."

  Jamie's eyes widened, and he put his hands up haltingly, moving in small steps to stand in front of me.

  "Obligation?" he asked incredulously. I didn't answer, the whispers and swirls of gossip still circulating in my mind from the party.

  "Claire" he breathed, one side of his mouth turning up in a smile. "When I asked ye to marry me, I meant every word, it doesna matter what happens around us Sassenach, what it is between us doesna change."

  His imploring eyes and soft intake of breath made me want to fall into his arms, but Jamie's reluctance to admit the enormous problem our future faced grated on me.

    “Oh ok, so when do you think we should get married then? Where do you think we should live?

When he opened his mouth and failed to say something.  My lips curled up into a sly smile. "The truth is, the day you agreed to move to Hellwater, you ended any future you and I could have."

  Jamie's mouth dropped open, but something close to recognition passed over his face.

  I raised my hand halting the start of his protests, and my voice trembled slightly when I said  "it's not just because we will be separated, your actions speak volumes, Jamie. I gave up everything to come to you, and yet again, Willie and I are down the pegging order."

    His eyes flashed angrily, and he loomed over me "Do – ye – not – think – I – regret –it" he said through gritted teeth.

    "I don't fucking know; maybe it is what you want? Running the show at Hellwater, everyone thinking you're some sort of fucking demigod come horse whisperer, maybe you get your kicks out of that, hmm?"

  Jamie's eyes went as wide as stalks, his hands bunching into fists at his sides before he sent one pounding against the wooden frame behind me. I was reasonably sure I had never witnessed Jamie so furious. I revelled in it, matching his glare with gusto.

    “Are ye crazy?” he asked incredulously. Part of my brain was begging me to stop this before Jamie’s head blew clean of his shoulders, the other half wanted me to provoke him until he said something he couldn’t take back and I would have justification for my loathing.

    Jamie grabbed the top of the gate of the horse stall directly behind me, my eyes followed his hand, and I could see the whites of his knuckles as he gripped it. He was boxing me in, leaning over me to demonstrate his power, it irked me considerably.

  I cleared my throat and gave him a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes. My voice was like honey now.

  "Look you'll be fine I am sure…those Dunsany sisters will be certain to make you feel welcome, I think one of them might even want to fuck you too…so your bed will be warm", the cold gaze that I gave him under my lashes was the perfect accompaniment to the utter filth I was suddenly capable of spouting.

    Jamie grabbed me roughly “What the hell has gotten into ye?” he growled. “Oh come on” I persisted. “You’re pretending it’s a death sentence…when I am sure the Lady Geneva will make it an altogether more enjoyable affair”, my disused British accent now slanted, mocking.

  A rumble came from Jamie’s chest that I knew was going to exit his mouth as a roar.

“Ye think I want to fuck somebody else, is that it Claire, ye think I want to leave you and Willie so I can fuck Geneva Dunsany?”

    I turned my face away, staring at nothing on the wall. "Answer me!!" Jamie roared.

  Turning completely, back to his face I breathing deeply trying to calm myself.

  Jamie's warm breath came fast against my ear. A spiteful tone to his words.

    “Well more fool me because you are the only woman I want to fuck even when yer out of your mind!”

  He pulled me back against him, his fingers pressing into my hips until my bottom met his cock. Hard, aching.

  "Can ye feel that" he hissed against my neck.

  "Even - now," he said haltingly. "I want ye when ye canna even look at me."

  He was rousing something in me that I wasn't sure what to do with.

Heat spread through every inch of me at his touch.

  Another breath.

  "I only want you” he whispered.

II craved him, anger be damned, intense pleasure clawed up my spine and I rotated my hips against him. Teasing.

  "Can ye no look at me then?" teeth snaking into my neck, his chin heavy on my shoulder.

    "No," I said hoarsely "I can't".

    "Do ye want me?"

  "Jamie" I pleaded. "This won't help" My body sending a different message as I slipped my hand back and ran it over his arousal, which earned me an eager groan and a breathy "fuck".

    Slow and steady Jamie's hand crept up the hem of my dress, sure fingers gliding up my thigh until he reached between my legs and felt the wetness there. "Ye do want me," he said while biting and licking the soft skin below my ear.

  Jamie's hand journeyed down my arm and he entwined our fingers where my hand rested above the gate. One knee shoving my legs apart he continued to move his fingers inside of me, teasing the wetness there. I could barely breathe around the need.

  Moaning loudly I thrust my bottom against him, and Jamie drew in a sharp breath.

   I wasn't aware of one other coherent thought, but the sound of the metal clang of his belt buckle hitting the floor as he dropped his pants, and his fist driving himself inside of me.  Losing all heed for where we were or who might see.

  Over and over we punished each other every time Jamie thrust into me, I pushed back.

  Frantic breaths and screams were barely audible over the pelting wind and rain outside. Furious coiling, in my belly, when Jamie slid his hand down to our joining I bowed over at the waist, his soft cries of "Jesus Sassenach" as he stilled and came inside, was just low enough that I wouldn't hear his voice break.

  He slumped over me and grasped me to him. We stood like that not moving and buried deep until Jamie's voice came back against my ear, he pressed a wet cheek against my neck.

   "Are ye going to leave me, Claire?"

Moto Grand Prix - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: Around 3000

Warnings: swearing

Summary: A request from @acortez82 An idea I liked so much I decided to to a little series out of it. Jared invites Jensen to not just any motorcycle race but the biggest one of all. The final race of the grand prix happening in Valencia, Spain. A hot rival between seasoned veteran Suarez and new to circuits Esposio makes the excitement buzz in the air. Although knowing nothing about the sport, Jensen can’t help but root for the rookie. And just perhaps, he will leave Spain with more than just the love of the track. 

Everything I write is beta’d by the wonderful and pristine @misguidedconqueress I couldn’t do it without her!

I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time. This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Let the race begin! 

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As soon as the clapperboard snapped down, marking the end of filming and the start of winter break, Jensen raced to his trailer; bags already packed, wanting nothing more to run back home to the warm sunshine in Austin. While the rest of the cast and crew were celebrating with champagne, he was putting together the last bits of his travel details. A knock on the trailer door startled him from his thoughts and he went to answer, dreading anything that could keep him at work longer. Jared appeared on the other side, bundled up from the chill up yet still beaming with delight.

“I was hoping to catch you before you rushed off.” He laughed, his breath fogging in the air. Jensen nodded his head, directing him to come in. The wind slammed the door shut behind them. “Man, I am so sick of this weather.”

“You and me both, brother.” Jensen chuckled. “When I signed up to become an actor, I thought it’d be palm trees and beaches. Had I known they were going to ship us off to Canada, I might have thought twice. So uh, you doing anything fun with your time off?”

“Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you about.” Jared started. “But first let me give you an early Christmas gift.” He said, handing Jensen an envelope.

Jensen eyed him suspiciously before taking it from him. “With it still being over a month away, I’m afraid I can’t yet reciprocate the gesture.”

“Would you shut up and just open it.” Jared playfully ordered.

He ripped open the seal with his thumb and pulled out its contents. His eyes widened with shock as he tried to process what he was seeing. He looked at Jared for clarification but received nothing other than a smile. He held two tickets in his hand, one for an airline and the other for some type of sporting event.

Jared couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. “I scored tickets to the MotoGP!” “The what?” Jensen asked, still confused.

“Dude.” Jared chastised. “Grand Prix motorcycle racing. The last race of the year… In Valencia! To determine the winner. Esposio is so close to taking the lead…”

“Wait. Wait. Hold up. So you are taking me to Spain?” Jensen clarified.

“I’m taking you to Spain!” Jared exclaimed.

“Dude!” Jensen went in for a quick bro hug. “This is going to be awesome. God, how can I repay you?”

***

A few short weeks later, both Jensen and Jared had ventured to Spain. Seeing sights, experiencing local cuisine, and breathing in the glorious ocean air revived their spirits after months in the desolate Canadian winter. But the main event had yet to take place. Jared couldn’t keep his mouth shut the entire time. Naturally it caught Jensen up to speed. Apparently, many people were rooting for the racer named Esposio. It was his first tour and he was neck in neck with a long seasoned veteran of the tracks, Suarez. Esposio needed to place first to take the championship, and on top of that Suarez had the home track advantage.

Jared had made a vast understatement when he said he had scored seats. The VIP Lounge which they had access to was positioned right over the Ducati and Yamaha garages and just past the finish line, allowing them a great view of all the action. Jared was already schmoozing with other high rollers in the lounge but Jensen prefered to keep quiet, leaned up against the railing and watching the commotion in the pits. Part of him even wished he could be down there, working in the trenches, but knew he’d screw something up.

Anxiety and excitement heighted as the time for the race drew nearer and nearer. Jared pointed out Esposio, on a Ducati bike numbered 34, decked out in a grey and red uniform. The rider appeared nervous, looking back and forth between other drivers, checking and rechecking his bike’s mechanics. Jensen could understand why. From what Jared had explained, everything for him counted on this last race.

Before the crowd could even realize it, the race had begun. The bikes whizzed passed the stands; already heading into the first corner. Jensen gulped against a lump in his throat, realizing how close the bikes were to each other and how low they got at each turn, the drivers’ knees literally scraping the edge of the track. He kept a sharp eye on 34, dreadfully anticipating a crash at any moment as the bike weaved in and out, skillfully attempting to move closer to the lead.

The bikes drove out of sight, but the crowd could still make out the whirring of the engines. They grew distant, the seconds drawing out, the roar slowly building up until the bikes were visible again. A few made their way closer to the line and flew by once again. The crowd roared, Suarez already taking a place in the top three. Another large group sped past with Esposio caught in the middle. Finally a few stragglers joined the rest, and just like that the first lap was over.

Jensen felt a slap on his shoulder, which drew him from the trance.

“So first lap over, what do you think?” Jared boomed, energized from the action.

“Man. It is crazy. You think they’d let us test run after they are finished?” He playfully questioned.

Jared chuckled. “Dude, you would die before you even got to the first corner.”

“I know how to ride a bike.” Jensen rolled his eyes.

They watched the group take another corner, darting low to the ground. “Not like that.” Jared remarked.

“Not like that.” Jensen agreed.

The racers took each lap at incredible speed, the entire thing couldn’t last over an hour. He had trouble keeping track of the leaders and laps as most everything was conducted in Spanish. So instead he found himself keeping his eyes fixed on Esposio. He was sure tactics and strategy were involved but to what extent he had no idea. Esposio seemed to keep in third or fourth place a majority of the race, weaving in and out, darting dangerously in between other bikes. Jensen was simply amazed.

When it came down to the final two laps, a hush seemed to come over the crowd as everyone waited with anticipation to see if Esposio would be able to pull ahead. Even Jared’s bubbly expression was replaced by intense concentration. Almost as if Esposio had been holding back on the gas pedal, a burst of speed gave way taking him to second place.

The distance between first and second was noticeable and they were both going full speed, Esposio persistently chasing Suarez. The final lap sounded and Suarez quickly glanced behind. Both took the first curve tightly and little by little Esposio was gaining on him. Jensen was practically holding his breath.

Coming up on the fifth turn of the track, they were neck and neck, fighting for control of the inside corner. Suarez beat him to it, pulling a bit further ahead. Esposio had caught back up by the eigth curve, and again started the dance for control. Jensen watched on the screen as Suarez seemed to jolt his bike towards Esposio, almost as a threat. Esposio backed off, taking the outside of the curve, but then came speeding up on Suarez taking advantage at the ninth and tenth.

With only four more turns left, the crowd began to hold their breath with Jensen. Esposio held the lead but not by much. Both riders were so focused on the track ahead, yearning so badly for the win. With only a few more nail biting minutes left, the gap between Esposio and Suarez began to grow and grow as did the hope for victory. Finally, Esposio crossed the finish line and the crowd erupted with a roar. Esposio continued down the track throwing his hands up in the air. His hands came back down on the bike before popping a wheelie, gaining more cheers from the crowd.

As he made his way around the track once more for the victory lap, celebrating with the crowd, it was clear some Suarez fans were leaving the stands with sour faces. Esposio went to the Ducati pit and joined in dancing with the crew, jumping up into the coach’s arms and being lifted into the air.

During the time between the initial celebration and the podium, Jensen finally was able to part with the track to do a bit of schmoozing and grab some hors d'oeuvres. By the time he made his way back, Mayer had already took his place in third and Suarez on second - sporting a clenched jaw that raged with jealousy. As the announcer continued Jensen could barely translate, something about a new driver making history, Clelia Esposio, and the crowd erupted again as the racer made his way to stage.

The red and gray helmet came off with a flow of long hair shining in the sun and Jensen was struck. Time slowed as she made her way to the middle, accepting a medal and trophy. She kissed the announcer on the cheek and laughed before throwing both her hands up into the air with a yell. Time came back to speed as her team raided the podium with shaken up champagne bottles spraying her. She continued to the laugh and joined in the riot as Suarez grudgingly left the stage.

“So we coming back next year?” Jared asked Jay.

“You never told me Esposio was a girl.” He said breathless.

“Didn’t I?” Jared seemed confused. “I’m pretty sure I did. You interested?” He teased.

“Shut up.” Jensen shoved him with his elbow.

Jared chuckled. “Good, less competition for me.”

Jensen pleaded with any powers-that-be he’d be able to meet her.

***

The following morning, after a brisk morning bike ride, Jensen was heading back to his room for a quick shower before he planned to meet Jared for brunch. The hotel was classical romantic, filled with red stone floors and archways. Yellow lanterns hung from the ceiling and vibrant plants decorated the lobby. Sounds of birds echod along with the chatter of guests. Jensen made his way to the elevator, pushing for the doors to close.

“¡Espera!” A voice called before a hand then, an arm appeared; stopping the doors from closing.

As you made your way into the elevator, Jensen caught his breath. Despite the lack of helmet hair or a uniform, he recognized you immediately.

“Lo siento y gracias.” You spoke in your broken middle school level Spanish.

You pushed your button before looking to meet the stranger; both of you staring at each other, his soft green eyes invited you in. You looked away, blushing for the moment that lasted too long.

“Oh, um… No hablo Espanol.” Jensen stumbled.

“Oh.” You laughed, picking up on his accent. “Me neither, at least not well, but I am picking it back up little by little the more time I spend here.”

Both of you remained silent glancing at your feet, waiting for the elevator moving slowly up.

“So um…” Jensen dared to speak again. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but uh, you look very similar to Clelia Esposio.” He kicked himself for asking a question he often was asked by fans. He knew you could easily blow him off if you weren’t interested.

You smiled and bit your lip, but excitement won over and you widely grinned, the victory of yesterday still resonating with you. “Actually that is because… I am…”

“Wow.” Jensen sighed. “You had an amazing race yesterday. I was there, watching the entire time.” “Hopefully not rooting for Suarez, that pig. Oh, don’t tell anyone I said that. Could cause a huge PR Scandal.” You laughed still getting used to all the publicity.

Jensen clearly understood. “You have my word.” He sincerely promised.

The atmosphere was suddenly interrupted as the elevator unexpectedly jolted down and then up again. You yelped and clung to the sides. The doors partially opened showing a concrete wall and then shut again. The elevator halted, the lights went off with only a dim light flashing. Jensen came from the corner he held steady to, to test the doors but they refused to open.

“Jeez.” He complained, taking a phone corded to the wall. “Hola. Ah yes, um… the elevator.” He looked at you desperate. “I have no idea what he is saying.” He whispered.

You gritted your teeth. “I can try.” You took the phone from him. “Hola Senor. Si, el ascensor no trabajar. Si. Mas despacio, por favor… uh huh. Si. Que?! Tres horas?! No. Senor. Por favor. Si, si… okay. Gracias.” You hung up and looked hopelessly at Jensen. “They are aware of the problem and have already contacted a crew, but it could take up to three hours.” You sat down on the floor defeated.

Jensen’s stomach grumbled and he joined you on the floor. Though he was hungry, he couldn’t help but be excited to steal more of your time. After a few minutes of silence, he dared to start a conversation again.

“Sorry for the, uh.” He peeled the sweaty shirt from his chest. “Smell. Went bike riding this morning, the pedaling kind.”

“Oh no problem, I think you smell good.” A blush hit you after you realized what you said. “Sorry, that was weird. Its fine, it smells fine, I mean not horrible. Um… So, you been a fan of MotoGP long?” You nervously ran your hand through your hair, trying to change the topic.

“Yeah, I mean no. I actually just found out about it. This was my first race and I learned about everything this weekend from my friend Jared who bought the tickets.” He explained. “But I think I will probably be a fan from now on.”

“You from the states?” You asked.

“Yeah Texas originally, then moved to Cali. Now I spend most of my time between Vancouver and Austin.” He rambled.

“Those are like opposites.” You pointed two fingers at an imaginary map to visualize the distance. “Cause of work or family?”

“Work.” He briefly stated. 

“And what do you do?” You asked.

“Uh, me and Jared are actors.” Jensen shook his head, almost embarrassed.

“Wow.” Your eyes lit up. “Anything I would know?”

He laughed. “Mainly a TV show called Supernatural.”

Your brows furrowed as you tried to recall if you had seen it. “So like… monsters, and ghosts?”

“Yeah. It’s about two brothers who save people and hunt things, the family…” He stopped himself. “Yeah, like vampires and werewolves and shit.” You stifled a giggle. “I guess I’ll have to check it out.”

“Oh, you don’t have to say that.” He waved off.

“No, I want to.” You promised. “So Jared and um.. What was your name again?” “Jensen.” He reached out his hand and shook yours. “Jensen Ackles.”

Your tongue peeked out between your teeth. “Is that like a stage name?”

Jensen’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed. “Nope, that’s my real name.”

“You can tell me.” You pushed. “Clelia Esposio is…” You pointed your finger at him very seriously. “But you can’t tell anyone.” Your demeanor eased. “My real name is Y/N Y/L/N. It’s weird, only family and a few friends know.”

“Well Y/N.” Your name sounded enticing rolling off his tongue. “It is very nice to officially meet you. But I promise my only name is Jensen.”

“Fine then.” You pretended to pout. “Keep your secrets.”

He chuckled. Though the minutes dragged on, you and Jensen filled up the time chatting, getting to know each other, talking travel, playing 20 questions and would you rather. And what was three hours, both of you wished was longer. The lights blinked back on and the elevator shook to life. Both you and Jensen stood up, steadying yourselves against the wall. The elevator was heading back down to the lobby.

“I guess this is it.” You stated.

“I can say without a doubt, would recommend 10 out of 10 getting stuck in this elevator.” He joked. “But perhaps it was only the company.”

You bit your lip. “Ah, but if it wasn’t posted to twitter, who's to say it happened at all.” You teased back.

Jensen thought about it, and gave it. “Actually, you’re right.” He took his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind? To commemorate the moment.”

“Of course not.” You smiled.

You leaned in close to him, grinning widely as his lips held tightly together forming a slight smirk.  

He looked down at it and smiled ear to ear. “Perfect.”

“Find a good filter.” You pleaded. “I don’t want to look ugly.”

Jensen scoffed. “That’s not possible.” You found heat rising to your cheeks yet again. “Say uh, are you and Jared in town tomorrow night still? Perhaps we could go for tapas and dancing.” 

“Yeah.” Jensen agreed. “I’d love that.”

“Wonderful. Meet me tomorrow night at Casa Montana? 11?” You asked.

“That should work.” He believed.

“Let me know officially through your tweet.” You winked. Jensen was about to ask for your number when the doors being pried open silenced you both. When they finally busted open, your freedom in containment was broken by the assault of flashing cameras.

“Ms. Esposio. Ms. Esposio. Clelia!” A crowd of Spanish reporters called.

Hotel security escorted you through the lobby, evading the group to the best of their ability. Jensen was left alone and unnoticed except for a bell clerk suffering through an attempt at an English apology. Before you were brought to a guarded service hall, you turned around to glance at Jensen once more, subtly licking your lips and parting with a wink.

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I’m still here

Summary: It's Gordon's death anniversary and Joe's having a hard time.

I’m posting it here but you can also read it on AO3. And just to remind you, English is not my mother tongue so you can expect some mistakes.

After the last student had pushed his way through the door to begin the weekend, Joe sighed heavily, and his shoulders slumped, just a little. The smile that had been on his lips minutes ago was now gone. He stared at the closed door, his face tired and motionless. His eyes darkened, clouding with sadness.

He quietly collected his books and packed up a few papers to grade at home. Joe could hear the children’s laughter down the hallway, the joyful sound mocking him cruelly. But soon enough, just like everything else in his life, the laughter slowly faded away.

Taking his briefcase, Joe headed back to his empty apartment. The same empty apartment that he had been calling home for the last two years.

Half an hour later, Joe unlocked his front door, pushing it open. The darkness that greeted him only added to the heaviness in his chest. He wondered why he had driven so fast on his way back, he wasn’t really in a hurry, there was no one waiting for him.

Most of the days he didn’t mind being alone, he had been alone his whole life. But tonight was different. Tonight he could really use someone to talk to.

Today was the anniversary. His anniversary. The day Gordon died.

It’s been two years now.

The first anniversary hadn’t been so bad. At the time, he was still numb from what had happened. Everything in his life had fallen apart and he had needed to figure out a way to keep himself afloat. Joe had made sure to keep himself busy – new place, new job, new people.

Now, the second anniversary was much harder. The original shock from the death was gone, no longer buffering his pain. The reality of the loss had settled in. Joe would have liked to talk to someone about it, but he realized there was no one he could talk to. Not anymore.  

Joe slipped off his blazer and threw it on the couch. He made his way to the bathroom, unbuttoning the neck of his shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, Joe splashed some water on his face and looked into the mirror.

How did his life become so empty? Two years ago he had everything – Gordon, Cameron, Haley, Comet. . . He had a family.

What went wrong?

Joe turned off the faucet and the stream came to a stop, with a few drops of water clinging to the faucet.

He missed him. He missed Cameron. He missed Haley.

He missed his old life.

Turning off the lights, Joe went into the living room.

He wondered if anything he did really made much difference at all. He did love teaching but a part of his heart always looked at the past, comparing every passing moment to the memories, and with that reliving them over and over again. Joe felt like he was stuck in a bubble, numb to the outside world. Life was going with full force around him and he was missing out, letting everything pass him by. He was just a shell operating on a set routine, work, home. . . There was no spark.

There was nothing that could excite him anymore, to bring him back to life. And what was the point anyway? He had lost not only his partner and best friend, but he had also lost everyone, and most importantly, somewhere along the way, he had lost a piece of himself.

God, he would give up everything just to have one last conversation with Gordon.

Joe took a deep breath to clear the lump out of his throat and sat on the couch, leaning forward, his head in his hands. His closed eyes stung with unshed tears.

He felt so alone. So lost.

“I miss you,” he whispered. The words hang in front of him as if mocking him for saying them out loud.

A light knock disturbed the silence in the room. Joe slowly lifted his head up, looking at the front door.

He waited a few moments, staring at the wooden surface. Nothing.

The sound had been so faint that for a second Joe thought he had imagined it but soon enough three sharp knocks followed. They cut through the silence in the room, making him jump a little.

Swallowing thickly, Joe tried to compose himself. Running a hand through his hair, he straightened his back.

With a few long strides, Joe crossed the room. He was almost in front of the door when the persistent knocking resumed, this time with even more force. Annoyed, he unlocked the door and swung it open abruptly.

What he saw on the other side knocked the wind out of his lungs, sending a jolt through his entire body, paralyzing him.

Cameron.

She stared back, obviously a little startled by his abrupt move. Her hand, raised in a mid-knock, slowly fell down to her side.

“Hi, Joe.”

His name rolled off her tongue and he felt like someone had slapped him in the face. His heart clenched painfully, reminding him of all the pain she had caused him when she had walked away. But her voice. . . god, how he had missed her voice.

“Why are you here?” Joe asked with a clenched jaw, trying hard to keep his mask in place. The words sounded hostile even to his ears. But he would be damned if he let her see him so weak.

Joe saw her clenching her own jaw as if she was preparing herself for a fight, getting into a defense mode. Her eyes searched his for a few moments. Joe didn’t know what she saw in them but soon the tension in her shoulders drained. Her eyes softened, filling with sadness and love.

“I came to see you,” she said quietly, almost hesitantly.

What was she saying?

Silence settled between them, only the sound of his own heart thundering in his ears.

“Why the sudden change of heart, Cam?” He tried to sound cold, he really tried. But the gentleness with which he had said her name betrayed him cruelly. She had broken him, he was sure. Even though she deserved it, he was unable to hate her. Not her. . .  Never her.

“Come on, Joe. It’s been more than a year. . . I’ve traveled nearly 3000 miles. Let’s talk.”

Joe looked at her, really looked at her. He was trying so hard to read her expression.

“I even brought wine,” Cam said and raised the bottle she was holding the whole time.

He continued to search her blue eyes for a few more moments. She stared back patiently, waiting for his decision.

Finally, he nodded and stepped aside to let her in. The moment she passed by him, her scent twirled around him, clouding his mind with memories. A picture emerged before his eyes, bright and clear. He saw her coming home to their apartment in SF after spending the day at the trailer, wrapping her hands around his neck and pressing their lips together. Joe closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, both hurt and comforted by the cherished memory.

Closing the door after her, he heard her speak behind him.

“You have a nice place. It looks smaller than your last condo, though.”

“That’s because it is,” Joe moved closer, eyes on her, following her every movement. “How did you get my address?”

Cameron gave him a look as if asking ‘Really?’ “Haley.”

“What if I wasn’t alone?”

“She told me there’s no one.”

“I could have lied.”

“We both know you’d never lie to Haley,” she said, locking their eyes. She was trying to communicate something but he didn’t know what, or rather, he was afraid to find out.

What was she saying? Why would she ask Haley is he was single? Why would she ask for his address? Why today? What was her game?

“Here,” she pushed the bottle into his hands, interrupting his thoughts. “The lady at the store said it was good.”

Taking it, Joe twisted the bottle in his hands and looked at the label. Nodding, he went to pour them a glass.

Using the time, Cameron turned around and continued her exploration of his living room, successfully avoiding his piercing gaze.

“It’s Friday night. You weren’t at work?” Joe asked, having already learned about Phoenix from Haley’s letters.

“I took a few days off. Plus, Donna’s gone. She and the girls went on a camping trip,” Cam replied while running fingers through his book collection.

Joe moved closer to her, holding a glass in each hand. “I know. Haley mentioned it,” he said, handing her one of the glasses. “Gordon liked camping.”

“Yeah,” she said, biting her lower lip and looking thoughtful for a second.

They took a sip, his eyes watching her over the rim of the glass. The heaviness in his chest was suffocating.

He wanted to know.

“Tell me, Cam, why are you really here?” He asked, looking at her with pained eyes.

It took her a few seconds to reply as if she was choosing her words carefully.  

“Figured you could use some company, that we both could use some company. . .” She said finally, with eyes as haunted as his, and he felt his throat closing. ”I didn’t want you to be alone today.”

Joe blinked rapidly to suppress the wave of emotion, turning his face away from her. She knew him better than anyone else, he realized. They had always understood each other.

She had come to see him.

His shoulders began to tremble.

“Joe. . .”

He felt her cool hand first on his shoulder, then on his cheek. Cameron slowly turned his head until she appeared in his line of vision again, although now, her face was blurry because of the moisture in his eyes.

“I’m still here,” she whispered, coming closer, her lips just a breath away from his.

You’re not alone.

“Always.”

A Choices Halloween - Choices Fic

Books: Features characters from many different books

Words: Around 3000

Genre: Comedy

Summary: Kenji Katsaros is hosting a Halloween party where other influential persons like Thomas Hunt, Kamilah Sayeed or Sloane Washington are attending. Unfortunately things do not turn out as the hero hoped to.

"Hello everyone! I hope you guys are ready for the best Halloween party of the world!" Said the man coated in bronze, generally known as Talos to the general public. "Yeeaaah!" Yelled the crowd gathered on the dance floor. "I would just like to thank all of you for coming to this event! It is all thanks to you that this party will be considered as such! After all, how can you make an awesome party without super awesome people! Am I right?" Said Talos. "Yeah!" Echoed throughout the crowd. "I won't hold you guys down any longer! However let's just have a souvenir selfie!" Said the superhero as he turned his back to the crowd and lifted up his phone so that it could capture him and part of the crowd. "Everyone say Spooky Socks!" He said as he clicked the selfie. "Now... Party hard everyone! Just try to not break anything!" Said Talos as he got off the stage.

'We are having an amazing party here! Totally not missing you two!' He typed in the picture before sending it to Eva. A few seconds after the seen marker pop up but no reply, even after five minutes. 'At least reply if you've seen it!' Typed Kenji and after a few seconds Eva replied with a photo. The photo's content was her in the corner of the frame and the main target being Alex, in a very revealing demon outfit. It also had the caption: 'Sorry can't speak to you right now. There is someone more worthy of my attention 😏' This caused Kenji to nearly throw his phone away when a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head around and saw cute girl in a regency era costume.

"I am Imogen Wescott and I would like to personally thank you for hosting this amazing party!" She said with a bright smile. "Ugh thanks? But how did you get to the backstage? Weren't you on the dance floor with the others?" asked Talos. "It is too early to head for the dance floor. Plus too many sweaty people out there currently, maybe later. Moreover I wanted to thank the host personally," said Imogen brightly. "Thanks! And yeah, I should have probably looked for somewhere with a better dance floor?" Replied Talos. "Also I'm wondering do you have any superhero buddies who works around Pine Springs or Westchester? Weird stuff have been happening in the region lately," she said. "Not really, but we will see if we can come by someday," said Talos. "Sweet. Now if you'll excuse me, I saw a butler with really cute snacks on it," said Imogen as she waved to the bronze clad superhero before chasing after the butler who were serving certain pair.

"Oh my god Zack! Look how appealing these snacks are!" Squealed Madison at the skull shaped mimi-muffins in her hand. "They are so well done that I'm getting willies just by looking at them," frowned Zack before throwing the cake away while no one was looking. "I know right. Thanks again for coming with me Zack! Nobody wanted to come with me to the party," said Madison. "No problem. I'd be a fool to miss out an opportunity to have fun with someone like you! I wondered why you didn't take Becca instead with you," asked Zack who was dressed as a pirate. "She has an important assignment for her courses later this week and preferred to prepare herself instead of coming with me. She is working really hard for it and I respect her choice. She even got Sarah to come around to help her. I also couldn't get anyone from the Sorority since they are having their own party," explained Madison as she munched down the skull. "With Sarah around, I doubt she'd be able to focus much," smirked Zack. "Maybe," smiled Madison.

"Oh my god look at that girl! She looks just like you, except maybe a few years older," said Zack as he pointed towards two woman who just entered the party. One of them was wearing a green swamp monster outfit while the other blonde one was wearing a skin tight cat outfit. "Oh wow, you are right! And look at their outfits! We have to go and introduce ourselves!" Beamed Madison. "But they are across that massive crowd," said Zack shocked. "It will all be worth it! Come on!" Said Madison as she dragged Zack by the hand towards the crowd.

The two women those two were talking about were none other that Sereena Patel and Brooke Williams. "Yes! This party looks so fun! And all those wonderful costumes!" Squealed Brooke. "Wonderful costume? Most of the outfits that I have seen would probably have the sexy adjective stuck onto them. Modern Halloween is just an excuse for the patriarchy to be able to look at women in revealing out-" said Sereena before she was lightly slapped by Brooke. "Listen Sereena. This is a girl's night out. We are here to have fun and unwind ourselves. Especially you need to do so after stressing out so much these last few days. Plus if we went to Cole's party instead, I'm pretty sure a skimpy outfit would be obligatory..." said Brooke. Sereena was angry that her best friend slapped her, but deep down she knew Brooke was right and that she'd rather be in any other party than Cole's. "It is just that I'm losing my mind every time I'm seeing something sexualised. I mean do you know how many sexy nuns I have seen today! Wasn't The Nun a horror movie? Not a sexy romance one? And aren't nuns supposed to represent chasit-" argued Sereena before she was slapped yet again by Brooke. "You. Me. Have Fun," said Brooke threateningly. Sereena was going to blow up when suddenly a girl a Starfall outfit and a guy in a pirate outfit came.

"Wow your costumes are amazing!" Said Madison. "Am I already drunk? Why do I see two Brookes? "More important is that a Starfall costume? It looks so good! If Ben was here with us he would be so proud!" Said Brooke. "Wait you know Ben Park! I'm such a fan of his artwork for Venus Corp?" Squealed Madison. "Yes! He's part of our friend group! Oh, I'm Brooke by the way!" Replied Brooke. "And I'm Madison! Come over! I think we'll have a good time together!" Said the other blonde as the two of them walked away, deep in conversation.

"I guess it is just the two of us now," said Zack amazed by how the blondes got along so quickly. "And before you even try it, I'm not interested in you," said Sereena, annoyed that her partner left her alone with another guy. "Why would I even try to flirt with you? I'm only interested in guys. Maybe if you looked like Talos it would be another case," said Zack. "Oh sorry. It is just that I'm tired with men coming to me and flirting," apologized Sereena. "I can feel you. Heteros and their hetero bullshit assuming everyone is straight like them," added Zack. "I like you. My name is Sereena," smiled Sereena before reaching over for a handshake. "And I'm Zack! Let's go have a drink! We have to talk more," said Zack as both of them started walking towards the bar. As they walked towards there, Sereena noticed an odd trio consisting of two women and an old man in Santa outfits. They seemed really familiar but she'd rather focus on the man she just met.

"So guys, what do you think of this party?" Asked one of the women of the trio. She is known as Priya La Croix and is one of the most famous fashion designer currently. "It is nice but the host baited me hard with his 'Bloodwine'. I expected real blood in it, not a blood red wine with hints of pomegranate in it," said the Baron as he took a sip of his drink. "He is not really a vampire, so it is not really surprising that his appetizers do not really appeal to us that much. Still it is a rather decent party," said Kamilah. "We should host our own party and get him to taste real Bloodwine. Can you imagine his face when he discovers that he actually drank real blood," said Priya. "We should replace the human blood by rat blood instead. It would be even more fun," joked the Baron. "We are not going to ruin such a fantastic drink by mixing it with cheap rat or chicken blood. Furthermore, we should very likely not talk about this out open in the public eye. We do not want to look suspicious," said Kamilah. "No, I think we are good. If there is anyone suspicious out here, it is those two by the corner there. They look fishy with those electric blue lines on their face yet they are wearing a medieval outfit," said Priya.

The persons Priya was talking about were the Elara siblings, Pax and Eos who came back to the past. "That was cool of you for inviting me on your trip to the past Pax. I'm glad you are trusting me more," smiled Eos. "The only reason I brought you was because that would prevent you from telling Nova about my machine. Trust me, I'd rather take Holmes with me that your ugly ass," said Pax a little annoyed. "For your information, I have a nice ass. Zekei can attest to it. Also are you sure this medieval outfits will help us blend in?" Asked the elder brother. "I think they will do good. It is a Halloween party, so even if we came in our regular clothes is would be okay," replied Pax. "How did you get hold of these anyway?" Asked Eos. "Oh these outfits? I went back in the past as a test run and brought these as souvenirs," said Pax. "Wait! You used it without consulting us? What if you got stuck back then? How the hell would have we been able to bring you back to our era??" Exclaimed a shocked Eos. "Shut up! Someone is coming," said the younger sister as she noticed a woman approaching.

"Wow! Your costumes of Val Greeves and Will Jackson are so good! And I'm also a fan how you decided to give it a more sci-fi look with those blue bands. Oh sorry where are my manners. My name is Imogen Wescot," said the woman. "I'm Eos and this is my sister Pax and we are hapoy that you like our costumes" said Eos. "What are you doing in such a remote corner though! You guys should be strutting out your amazing costumes! You guys deserve more attention," said Imogen. "Uh this what we are trying to avoi-" continued Eos before Pax secretly elbowed him in the gut. "Oh I know your type! You want to be part of the fun but also don't want to be in the spotlight. How about you guys come with me on the dance floor? At this time it is not that crowded and people will barely notice you. So how about spending some time with me?" Asked Imogen. "Why am I getting the feeling that we will have to pay 20 diamonds to be able to do that?" Said Eos but he was ignored. "Sure! We'd love to!" Said Pax with a smile as she started following Imogen. Eos quickly walked towards Pax and whispered in her ear, "Shouldn't we try and stay hidden? What if we cause a time paradox?" "Its okay Eos. Time paradox only occurs in sci-fi movies. Plus Nathaniel Hoealot already debunked this stupid mytho. It does not exist. Let's just have fun," said Pax. "Why do I feel something bad is going to happen later on though," sulked the elder brother.

Eos was not the only one a little worried. By the entrance, a certain highschooler was also anxious. "Are you sure we are at the right party Micheal? I can't really see anyone we know here," said Maria Flores. "I think they might just be friends of Payton's sister. I heard they once invaded Autumn's party," said Michael. "Still, I'm not sure Payton would have been able to get us such a grand place for the party," argued Maria. "If you are that worried, why don't you just call her?" Said Michael as he started walking towards a nearby snack table. "Good idea. Aw come on! I forgot my phone! Let me use yours," said Maria after digging through her purse. Michael took out his phone and then shrugged. "Looks like we have the worst luck ever. My phone just died out. No battery," he said. "Ugh. Is this karma for when I returned an application half an hour late," replied Maria. "Listen.I'm sure it is her party, let's go deeper inside. The group will be there," continued Michael. "I don't know... I think I'm just going to wait outside for a little bit," said Maria as turned around, nearly bumping into someone in a black ghost outfit.

"Oh my god, Micheal. I don't know what to do. They are kinda scary," whispered Maria into his friend's ear. "Let me take care of this," whispered Michael back. "Hey there! Sorry for the little incident," said Michael in a friendly tone to Redfield. "Your costume is so good! It almost feels real!" He added as he went closer to the spirit and tried to grab what he believed was cloth, but his hand ended up going through the spirit's whole body. "Wh-wh-what the hell???" Said a panicked Michael. "It's not a p-p-person, it's a real ghost!" Yelled Maria as the ghost's face suddenly lit up in flames. "Maria! Run!" Yelled Michael as they both started running away.

Redfield using his levitation power lifted the table and tried throwing it at them, fortunately missing the highschoolers. However this caused the a mass panic at the party. The noise from the screams caused Redfield to grow more angry and attacked the persons closest to him. He took Thomas Hunt before throwing him across the room. He then grabbed Sloane Washington and then threw her on the snacks table. His gaze then soon trailed onto Drake Walker. "Me choke you, ugly man," said Redfield as he grabbed Drake by the neck. "But...Riley said...I was...gorgeous" said Drake as he tried escaping the ghost's grip. "She lied! You look... like a rotten potato!" said Redfield when Talos tried to kick him but ended up passing through the ghost. "No one is getting choked in my presence. Even ugly people," said Talos as he jumped back to his feet. "Go away!" screeched Redfield as he threw Drake like a slingshot on Kenji, knocking both of them unconscious.

"Should we not try and stop this ghost from killing those humans?" commented the Baron before sipping on his drink. "Since it seems to be an immaterial being, I doubt we will be able to accomplish much," said Kamilah. "The how about we ditch this party and crash another. I heard some high school students are hosting one nearby,"said Rpiya while checking her phone. "Seriously? High school students? Didn't you say that you had standards Lacroix?" commented the Baron. "That's where the fun is at. We will crash the party and show them how to really have fun! We'll even bring in some Bloodwine," suggested Priya. "Hmmm Let's go!" said Kamilah and the group of friends started walking towards the exit while dodging the flying furniture.

"Oh my god, we need to do something?" said Pax. "Eat that!" roared Eos as he fired his plasma gun at Redfield but that only succeeded at making the ghost more angry. "When I said that we needed to do something, I was talking more about running away! Wait? where did Imogen go?" yelled Pax. "No time to think about that! Let's go! That thing is now coming towards us!" yelled Eos as he activated the time travel device and they both disappeared back into the future before Redfield could get to them. Imogen was actually hiding in the corner texting Tom. "Hey Tom, big problem here. Ghost like monster. Immaterial black body," she typed and very soon after Tom replied. 'Redfiled? What is he doing there? Listen Imogen, find a safe place and remain hidden there and in absolutely no instances play any games with him!' typed Tom. "Why can't I have any parties without any monsters," she mumbled to herself.

Confused by the sudden disappearance of his pray, the spirit looked around and found two persons who seemed to be still having fun. It was Sereena and Zack who were in one of the private isolated booths. Somehow these two were so deep in conversation that they did not notice the carnage outside. Red field barged inside, scaring both occupants. "What The H-" was Zack able to say before Redfield swatted him away.

"What the hell are you doing!" yelled Sereena, angry again. Redfield was going to grab her when Sereena raised her voice again. "Don't you dare touch me!" she said. Redfield decided to roar at her but his attempts to make the lady scared were in vain. "So this is how it is eh? I'm not scared of people who think they can scream their way," she said. Redfield was going to grab her yet again but Sereena didn't let him. "I said, no TOUCHING!" she said as she grabbed her drink and threw it on the ghost's face, somehow making it wet. "I'm sick of your bullshit. Now I am going to talk and you are going to listen. I had finally found something redeemable in that party, something being Zack and you probably got his a ticket to the hospital. I was already angry that I was forced to come in this party where most persons are sexualised from head to toe. This is especially nerve wracking since a majority of those are women outfits but then now you come in and decide to make me even more angry? This is just wrong and rude!" she yelled as she now took Zack's drink and threw it on Redfield's face again. "You know what you are? Just a petty little bitch. People like you try to showoff how much of an alpha they are. But deep down they know that they are just a puny little bitch inside. They try to act tough thinking this will hide their insecurity but oh boy they are transparent," said Sereena as she tried reaching out for her glass. "God dammit, I'm out of drink thanks to you now. Why do I have to be sober right now, ugh? Anyway ghost dude, I want you to take your trashy little ass and get the fuck out of my way before I get really angry and let me tell you that me being angry is the worst thing that can happen to people understood. I don't care that you can fling people around because I know that deep inside you a just a little bitch who throws temper tantrums around to sound interesting however you end up being really rude and become an attention whore. What are you going to do now? Try to fling me around too? But I bet you have no balls to do so and you will just end up running outside to cry," added Sereena and as she said, Redfield ran towards the exit with a distorted cry.

"Wow, Sereena... you scared an actual ghost away," said Brooke who slowly crawled towards Sereena. "What? It was a real ghost?" said Sereena shocked and Brooke replied with a slight nod. 'Anyway can we just go some place where we can get some alcohol? I don't think this party will be serving now," proposed Sereena. "Let's go to Double Tap . My treat," said Brooke as the two walked away. "With your sphere of prettiness we will likely get those for free, but I don't really mind," smiled Sereena.

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3 Hours Later

"Don't Worry Imogen! I'm here and I brought some friends along!" said Tom with an ax raised behind him. Along with him were also the rest of his Westchester friends. "Looks like Redfield is looking for more ass kicking," said Stacy. However the group were shocked to find the villa free from any ghosts or people. "Oh hey guys! Sorry, no after party this tie. Can't really party with broken limbs," said Kenji who just arrived from the noise, in his crutches. "But what about Mr.Red? Where is he?" asked Lily. "The ghost? It ran away crying like a child after a woman berated him. A really scary one," said Kenji. "Oh--okay... Let's go then guys," said Lucas.

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Finally managed to rewrite the whole thing after I forgot to save the draft the other time. BTW I hope you gus had fun reading this. :3333

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DISTANCE: 5

“What do you want?” you demanded when you found Sonny, who was sitting on a bench watching the tide roll in. He was wearing all black, left over from his Darth Vader suit presumably, and holding two cups of coffee. 

He stood up and handed you your cup. “Skim, three equal, one shot of espresso.” 

You took the cup and thanked him by holding it up in a quick ‘cheers’ motion. “It’s nearly 5, Sonny.” 

“I can tell time,” he retorted and left his eyes on you, studying your face. “I haven’t seen you in almost three months and when I do, you’re dry humping some jackass at a party.” 

You let out a bitter laugh. “Really? Really Sonny? I hadn’t seen you in four months and we were together, yet I saw you on a subway platform kissing some girl, looking like you were in love. You know that Ryan isn’t my type.” 

“I was working, Y/N.” His brow was furrowed in anger. 

“Yeah? I bet you were. I bet that’s why you had to leave so suddenly.” 

“Stop talking for a minute. Just.. stop.” He set his cup down and shoved his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. “You’re right, that’s why I left. And I’m sorry that I hurt you, because I know I really did hurt you. I hate myself for it but I can’t take it back, and I am sorry. She was the sister of the guy I was looking at, we busted him, she went down, too. A woman helping out with human trafficking - I’ve seen it all but that’s just..” he stopped and shook his head. 

You stayed silent, sipping your coffee in the most nonchalant way you could muster. “Mmkay.” 

“I didn’t call you because I didn’t want anyone to find you. I found out who it was that called you. It was him. He was testing me, and if you hadn’t told me that someone called we’d probably both be dead right now. He was looking for a reason to let me know he meant business. You don’t understand, do you?” 

“Sure I do, Sonny. You left me for almost a year and I tried to get in touch with you through a few different sources but you just weren’t having it. How do you think I felt?”

He shrugged in defeat and let his shoulders fall. “Probably like shit. But you left me, Y/N. I came back home, missing you so bad it hurt and you left me a letter to let me know you were gone. You changed your number, moved away, deleted every way I could think of to find you. Then I see you with some guy only a few months after you left. How do you think I felt?” 

“I don’t care how you felt, Sonny. You left me alone night after night after night. I needed you. I wanted you. So I left, when I realized that while I was at home in despair you were out, fucking some girl.” 

He didn’t deny it. 

“I thought so.” 

“You don’t understand.” 

“What is there to understand? What were you gonna do, come back home and share our bed after you’d been in hers?” You tossed your coffee in the trash and waved your hand in dismissal. “Doesn’t matter, it’s over. Ryan probably hooked up with some pseudo-nurse last night, and you cheated on me for months with an undercover source. Does no one care about how I feel? It’s rhetorical. Shut up.” 

He reached for your hand, grasping it and pulling you towards him. You wanted to give in and feel his warmth again; you missed him more than anything. But, you wouldn’t allow it. You pulled away and shook your head, stepping back. 

“Don’t, Sonny. Please. Don’t. My life is a wreck. I’m living in Brighton Beach, for God’s sake, rooming with a couple that has more sex than anyone should. I’m dying inside, and you think showing up is gonna make it any better?” You exhaled deeply and fought back tears. Sonny didn’t deserve to see you cry. 

“Come home, then,” he replied, reaching for you again. 

Instead of letting him this time, you slapped him across the face. “I don’t have a home with you anymore! You ruined it!” You turned on your heel and walked away, ignoring his cries for you to stop. As much as you wanted to forgive him and be his best girl again, you didn’t think it would be possible to heal anytime soon. 

Between ignoring Ryan’s incessant text messages and Sonny’s calls every morning and night, you were beginning to think that perhaps you were better off falling off the grid for a while. If work would allow it, you would, but you needed to be available in case of emergencies and thus your plan was ruined. 

Ryan had promised you incessantly that he hadn’t slept with his nurse friend that night, or any night, and pleaded with you to see him again. You turned him down repeatedly, for not only the nurse, but the weed and the drunken stupidity that he displayed that night. He apologized profusely, but you insisted that he stop - it wasn’t his fault, you were just working through some things and it was best that you were alone. He didn’t agree. 

Sonny was just as bad, if not worse. Now that he had a way to contact you, you received several messages from him on the daily, usually apologies and requests to talk to you. You ignored him most of the time, trying to remain steadfast in your resolve to avoid him, but a few times you answered him. It made the situation worse, yes, but it was impossible for you to completely shut him out again. You missed him. Your body craved him and your heart broke all over again each time you realized that you weren’t going to find him sitting in your room, waiting for you when you got home. 

“Ryan’s called me like six times,” Alex said one day when you got home. “You should call the kid back, he really likes you.” 

“And apparently various other women,” you retorted and went to your room, shutting the door and flopping onto your bed. 

About an hour later, a knock at your door woke you up from your impromptu nap. “Come in,” you called out, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. 

To your surprise, Ryan walked into your room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, folding his arms. 

“I wasn’t expecting you,” you said quietly. 

“Yeah, I figured. You’ve been ignoring me, and Alex said it was cool if I came over.” Thanks, Alex, you thought to yourself bitterly. What an asshole. 

You nodded and stood up, stretching and rolling back and forth from your toes to your heels. “He still here? I think he was gonna order takeout for dinner and I didn’t wanna miss it.” 

“He just went down the street to get cigarettes, I think,” he replied. 

You studied him for a long moment, wondering why if Alex had left did he shut the door. You didn’t need privacy, with or without Alex. “Oh, good I still have time. I’m just gonna text him and make sure he didn’t forget,” you said quietly, picking up your phone and instead, texting Sonny. 

Y/N: Sonny I’m not sure what to do right now. Ryan is here and we are alone and I’m not comfortable. 

Sonny: Address. 

Y/N: 3000 Ocean Pkwy Apt 2329

Sonny: Ten minutes. 

“Awesome. Chinese,” you said in false cheer, putting your phone on the bed. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you, I was upset and you know, the whole former flame thing. It just isn’t a good time for me to be with anyone.” 

“I just think it’s fucked up that you’d ignore me like you did,” he replied, his tone flat. A wave of panic washed over you. “Even more fucked up that now, you’ve not only wasted my time but you’re treating me like this, like you don’t want anything to do with me.” 

“I agree. I’m sorry.. I am,” you insisted, and pointed at your desk. “We’re going through mid-terms, and kids are being wild. I’ve been grading papers for twenty years it feels like. There’s not a lot of room in my life for a relationship.” 

He closed the gap between you and grabbed your arm, turning you to face him. “It doesn’t have to be a relationship, Y/N. We’re both adults, y’know we can keep it casual.” 

You smiled, but it faltered much to your dismay. “I.. don’t know. I don’t believe that’s something I’m comfortable with.” 

“That’s not a helpful answer, Y/N,” he replied and tightened his grip. “You should make it up to me.” 

“A-and how.. No, I don’t think that’s a good idea, actually,” you said firmly, trying to free yourself from his overbearing grasp. 

“I can think of a few things. I have a few good ideas so you don’t need to think.” He pushed you back against the wall and crushed your mouth with his, letting his hands from freely. You froze. All of the different stories Sonny told you had officially become useless. What were you to do? Fight back? Let it happen? You pushed Ryan away and tried to duck around him, but he quickly pushed you back and pinned you to the wall. 

“Please, Ryan,��� you whispered, turning your face away from him. “I don’t think this is the best way to make amends.” 

“Shhh.. shhh,” he muttered and ran a hand down to the button of your pants. “Just shut the hell up.” 

You slapped his hand away and pushed him again, but his return of force left your body aching as he slammed you against the wall a few times, as if he were trying to get your compliance. If you had any doubts, they were gone now. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you’d seen before; wild, erratic, angry. He tugged roughly at your blouse, fabric ripping and buttons spilling onto the floor, then immediately worked to remove the material covering your hips. 

“I said stop! Leave me alone you son of a bitch!” you screamed, bringing your knee up and slamming it directly in between his legs. He faltered and stumbled backwards, supporting himself on your desk and giving you the chance to shove him over. The opportunity to run out of the room presented itself to you and you jumped over his crumpled form to leave the room. Ryan grabbed your leg as you leaped and forced you down onto the floor with a thud, the air leaving your lungs. 

“You.. whore..” Ryan choked out, dragging himself on top of you as he struggled to regain his own composure. It didn’t take him long, as in a burst of adrenaline his fist slammed into your face and left you dizzy and disoriented. It seemed like it’d been hours since you texted Sonny as you lied on the floor, feeling the cold air hit your exposed legs as he tugged your pants down to your knees. One last grab and you felt his hand against your most personal area, leaving tears streaming down your face. Your one saving grace was that he was in too much pain to perform yet, but that didn’t stop your mind from racing and your face from pulsing wildly from his blow. 

“NYPD!” The most beautiful voice you’d ever heard screamed, busting into your room with his weapon drawn. “Ryan Keller! Move away from Y/N, get on your stomach with your hands behind your head.” Sonny kicked Ryan promptly in the side, pushing him over and away from you. He kept his weapon trained on Ryan and waited until his hands were behind his head to cuff him. Two uniformed officers ran in moments later and hoisted Ryan to his feet, reading him his rights as they shoveled him out of your room and out of the apartment. 

When Brooklyn SVU arrived on the scene, Sonny was sitting by your side with his head in his hands. You’d been sitting there for a few minutes, not saying anything, presumably because Sonny was out of his jurisdiction and you were familiar to him. It would be too messy. “Detective Carisi, long time no see,” a man said as he walked in. 

Sonny stood up and shook his hand. “Sgt. Boccio. Obviously I’m recusing myself because this is my.. ex-girlfriend. Lieutenant Benson is aware of the situation. I’m gonna go with her to the hospital and then take her back home with me,” he explained. 

Boccio nodded and patted him on the shoulder before turning to you. “Y/N, can you tell me what happened? Just a few questions and then Carisi can take you to the hospital.” 

You nodded and stifled a sob that was caught in your throat. “He was mad that I hadn’t been talking to him for a few days, so my roommate, Alex, said that he could come over. But then Alex left and Ryan was here in my room. He was so mad, kept telling me I owed him for wasting his time and dismissing him like I did. I texted Sonny, told him I wasn’t comfortable with the situation. He - Ryan - pushed me against the wall and ripped my shirt, tried to take off my pants, but I fought him off and when I tried to run he grabbed me and I fell. He..” you choked, covering your mouth. Sonny immediately pulled you to your feet. 

“Can we finish this later, Sarge?” Sonny asked, walking you towards the door. 

“See you at the hospital,” Boccio replied and nodded solemnly. Seeing victims was hard enough, but it was always worse when the victim was part of the blue family. 

Sonny stayed by your side at the hospital, insisting that you consent to a kit even though you were adamant that there was no penetration. 

“You were assaulted, Y/N. Do this by the book,” he pleaded. 

You caved and agreed. They scraped your nails, swabbed your mouth, performed a pelvic exam, and asked for a urine and blood sample. They photographed your bruises, some of which you didn’t know how you had gotten. Your neck, shoulders, back, and head were all bruised and tender, but no concussion. They collected your clothes and bagged them, leaving you in scrubs. You didn’t know why they needed so much for an assault, but it was better to be safe than sorry like Sonny had told you. The swelling of your face was one of the many things that left you feeling hideous and unworthy of the care that you were receiving from the staff at Mercy. You knew blood was to test for drugs or alcohol, and felt it was in your best interest to just go through the motions. Sonny never left your side, despite the awkward and painful discomfort you felt. 

Brooklyn SVU had their time with you as well, taking your statement. You offered up anything they needed as evidence, noting in the past the frustrations that SVU felt when dealing with victims. When it was all said and done, you were discharged and promptly went home with Sonny. 

Being in your old home felt like being in the Twilight Zone. Nothing had changed, but you felt so out of place and lost. 

“I don’t have any clothes,” you told Sonny as you stood in the bathroom, waiting for the water to heat up and looking at your medicinal scented scrubs. 

“Gotcha covered, doll,” he said quickly, stepping back into your old room and holding up a bag. “Benson and Rollins knew you better. Rollins said you’re about the same size so they got you a few things, comfortable things that you’d probably want until CSU is done with your apartment. Then, you can.. I want you to stay with me, Y/N. I need to know you’re safe.” 

You nodded and burst into tears, leaning back against the counter. People you had abandoned in anger were still looking out for you, caring for you like one of their own, and you felt so terribly undeserving of their unconditional support. Sonny approached you with caution and carefully wrapped you in a hug, unsure of what else to do. He had so many years of experience with people in your very situation and yet in that moment, he was just as lost as you. You exhaled, attempting to quieten and pull yourself together, but it was no use. The emotional toll was ripping you apart, and it was only the beginning. 

Getting Back on the Saddle (Luke Hemmings fic)

Request: “Dirty fic about Luke Hemmings meeting y/n at a mutuals party?”

Summary: Luke Hemmings has just been cheated on, and is dragged to a party by the 5SOS boys who want to help him move on. While there, he meets Y/N and they have a drunken, bathroom therapy session. SMUT.

Word count: 3000+

The street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkened night as the members of 5SOS pulled up to a storybook style mansion in Beverly Hills. The house was quaint and picturesque, with arches and cobblestone walls gating it off. From the front yard and through the mumble of partygoers, Luke Hemmings could make out the song that was playing –When I Come Around by Green Day. Normally, he would be the first out of the car, rushing in with one of his bottles of the Crown Royal Rare Blue whisky that he had picked up in Canada while on tour. But tonight, he walked slowly, dragging his feet behind Calum, Michael and Ashton, bottle in a brown paper bag, checking his phone.

“Luke, hurry your ass up,” Michael said, turning around to face his mate. Calum and Ashton did so too.

“I don’t even want to be here,” Luke huffed, his mind elsewhere.

Last night he found out that his girlfriend of two years cheated on him. Getting home from a gig in San Francisco much earlier than planned, he saw the two of them, tangled together, covered in sweat on the couch in his house. The sight ripped at every inch of his coolness, a boiling rage trying to escape, but Luke did everything in his power not to throw his fists at the man or burn the couch –it wouldn’t make for good headlines, if caught. Instead, he told her she had an hour to get her things out of his house, then got in his car and disappeared to a treed hilltop in the valley to look out at the view and think. He had become accustomed to the betrayal and exploitation that came with his fame, but he thought she was different.

Tonight, he didn’t feel capable of being composed around Ashton’s friends from Los Angeles that he had never met. This was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

“C’mon, it’ll take your mind off things,” Calum said, lifting a beer to his luscious lips. “Forget about her and have fun tonight. Get back on the horse.”

“Yeah, find someone else to hop on your saddle tonight,” Ashton remarked, a proud grin on his face, as his two friends laughed. He patted Luke on the back and kept walking.

Punk music roared into their ears as they entered the navy blue front door into a bustling atmosphere. There were people everywhere; playing beer pong in the living room, flip cup in the kitchen and king’s cup on the deck. This would usually be Luke’s kind of night.

“Ash, you made it!” a brown-haired man shouted, walking through the crowd. He grabbed a hold of Ashton’s hand and pulled him in for a hug. “So, if you don’t have beer, I’ve got kegs set up in the backyard, help yourselves, and the bathroom is the second door on the left down the hall.”

Ashton grinned, and the three other boys nodded awkwardly, looking around to see if they recognized anyone.

“Luke, pong?” Ashton yelled over the music, making a throwing gesture.

“Nah, I’m gonna go make a drink or something. Maybe later,” Luke lied, adjusting the sheer white dress shirt beneath his black leather jacket.

Sensing his best friend needed him, Calum spoke up: “Mikey, you go play. I’m going to go make a drink too.” Ashton and Mikey nodded knowingly.

Luke walked straight through the house and to the back deck, aware Calum was following him. He stopped at an empty table and pulled his bottle out, grabbing a clean red cup from a stack. He poured the whisky in straight and threw it back.

“You don’t need to babysit me, go get drunk or something,” he said, whilst pouring another shot for himself. If he was going to get through tonight, he was going to need a few.

He started walking towards a large bonfire. Calum reaching around him, a red cup in hand as he walked behind.

“You scrounger,” Luke remarked, pouring some into both their cups.

They clinked their cheap cups and tilted their heads back, swallowing the strong booze.

Luke pulled out his phone again, checking for notifications. As much as he hated his ex for her actions, part of him was hoping she would leave a voicemail or a text or even an email expressing some regret for what she did, and what she had lost, but there was nothing. He lifted the elaborate bottle straight to his mouth, taking a huge swig.

“Sorry, mate. I’m just going to take that from you,” Calum said, grabbing a hold of it and examining the amount missing –too much. “If it’s any consolation, I never really liked her.”

Luke lowered the cup away from his mouth and grinned. “That would have been good to know before I started dating her.”

Calum laughed. “Well, I’m gonna go find that bathroom. Be back in five,” he said, handing Luke the whisky.

Luke put his phone back in his pocket. He looked to his left and right, but no one made eye contact with him or seemed interested in talking to him, either. He returned his eyes to the fire wondering why he agreed to come. The sweet buzz of intoxication coming on, he ran his fingers through his loose blond curls. With the sound of laughter approaching the fire, he peered up to find a group of girls standing across from him. They were all beautiful, but the one in the middle holding a bottle of tequila and wearing a white ACDC crop top, black frayed jean shorts and Chuck Taylors piqued his interest. She was swigging it straight and standing there awkwardly, the rest of the girls talking amongst each other –she looked just as out of place as he.

Her gaze met his across the tops of the dancing flames, neither breaking contact. Her red lips curving into a smirk as she walked over to a table with kegs on it. He sauntered towards her, his mind barely able to keep up with his feet. Maybe it was the buzz, but something about her was alluring.

“Unless you want to mix that tequila with watered down Coke, cheap beer or mystery stuff, there’s not much here for you, I’m afraid,” Luke said, pointing at each keg, whilst leaning on the table beside her.

She pulled her red cup away, put it on the table and turned her attention to him. “I’d have to disagree,” she responded, arching her brow, looking him up and down, and smirking seductively.

Luke felt a wave of heat come over him. “I’m Luke,” he said, extending a hand.

A million thoughts were running through his head. Was she just hitting on him? Did she smile at him and walk over to this table hoping he would follow? Did she want him like he wanted her? He didn’t know what to think, after all he was a little out of practice and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All that he knew was that her hot gaze and mischievous grin from across the fire had completely drawn him in.

“Y/N,” she replied, her soft, petite hand lightly gripping his. He could picture it touching him elsewhere.

“I take it you don’t know anyone here, either?” Luke asked, making conversation. He mentally slapped himself in the head for not coming up with something more crafty.

“Well, now I know you,” she responded, peering up at him from beneath her long black eyelashes; he was even more curious.

Luke extended his bottle and she clinked hers against his, before they both swigged a shot. He was alert, but definitely starting to feel the booze. It was a good thing, it helped him with his nerves, but it also magnified his desires.

“Lucky me,” he said with both brows raised. He imitated her from moments earlier, looking her up and down. When his eyes wandered back to her face, he saw her bite down on her lip.

She was about to speak, but a group of people walked over to the table, voices raised obnoxiously. One of the guys in the group dropped his drink and it splashed onto her top, staining the white with a red colour that also made it slightly translucent. Trying not to stare directly at her bareness beneath it –she wasn’t wearing a bra– Luke placed his hand on the small of her back and tilted his head in the direction of the house. She nodded.

When they got back inside, there was far more people than before. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to a small clearing against the kitchen island, which she leaned up against. His drunk hands scrambled through a kitchen drawer, trying to find a cloth. Once he did, he ran it under the tap, then tended to the stain.

One hand slightly underneath her shirt to pull it slack and the other gently rubbing at the stain, Luke could feel her soft skin and ab crack graze his knuckles. He felt goose bumps engulf her skin and his eyes instantly shot to hers. He instinctively put the cloth down and rested his hands on the counter, her in between them. Their faces were inches apart, but their heated gaze was doing all the talking.

Y/N wet her lips, looked down and then back up at Luke in an innocent manner, but he knew she was far from that. It made him crave her more.

She leaned in close to his ear. “Thanks for helping with my shirt.”

“I was prepared to take off mine and give it to you, so you wouldn’t have to walk around in a see-through shirt all night,” Luke answered honestly. He was just about to, but their skin connecting seconds ago had froze him in place.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she said, brow arched and lips curled up playfully.

“Or you could take it off for me,” Luke whispered, moving in closer.

Y/N’s hands fumbled with the hem of his white dress shirt, as she peered from under her lashes. Luke couldn’t take it anymore, he tilted his head in the direction of the next room and she nodded. He had no idea where he was taking her, he just knew what he wanted and that he wanted it now.

She took his hand as he ambled through the crowd, eyes searching for a door or a room to take her to. Just as he exited the kitchen, he saw Ashton with a large grin on his face, and he knew why. Luke was about to roll his eyes and keep walking when Ashton pointed towards a bathroom. Mouthing, “thanks,” Luke continued out the front door.

As soon as the door was closed and the two of them were alone in the large dim lit bathroom, Luke closed the gap between them. Grasping Y/N’s cheeks with his hands, he slammed his lips into hers, pressing her against the pale purple wall. The flavour of agave in her mouth overpowered his rich whisky’s aftertaste, electrifying his senses. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could even get in a breath. It was far from being a soft kiss, but it was hungry, fiery and lustful. There was heavy breathing and desperation in every movement. He had never wanted someone this much before; it was consuming him.

He picked Y/N up off the ground, her legs straddling his waist, and sat her down on the edge of the cold marble counter, causing her to tense. Her hands deep within his messy curls, he pulled his mouth from hers and anchored it to her ear.

“Take your top off,” he demanded, his tongue lightly gliding across her ear lobe and down to her jaw. He kissed his way down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, leaving behind a small red stamp of intimacy.

Y/N followed his orders, pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the floor. Luke shrugged off his leather jacket and Y/N undid the buttons on his dress shirt, throwing it off of him eagerly. Her hands went down to his belt buckle, but before she could get it undone, he had pulled them away.

“Lean back,” he demanded, his index finger popping the button on her black denim skirt. Y/N obeyed him and watched as he slid her skirt and lacy thong over her knees. He dropped down on his knees and positioned himself in front of her, his hands separating her thighs.

“Luke, what if someone walks in,” Y/N managed to mumble.

“Let them,” he purred, his eyes staring into hers as he lingered between her legs. He truly felt that way, too, and it wasn’t just the alcohol –he was engrossed.

Y/N’s back arched at the feeling on him hovering there, his warm breath teasing her. “Mm, please,” she let slip out.

Smiling to himself, he slipped his one hand down to her clit and rubbed it slowly, gauging her reaction all the while. Her body became entirely weak and her eyes shuttered. Seeing her at his mercy made him even harder.

“You’re so hot,” he said rubbing faster and receiving an eager moan. “You were teasing me back there, playing with my shirt and looking at me like that,” he said, his accent a sensual symphony in her ear. He rubbed Y/N again, “Now it’s my turn.”

Luke’s tongue began flicking her clit slowly, an excruciating tease. Y/N was entirely taintalized, desperately trying not to push his face deeper into her wetness while gripping his hair. He smiled against her knowing that she was helpless to his touch. He sucked hard on her clit, releasing to flick it, harder and faster than before. He spit on two fingers and forced them into her, continuing to push them in and out, as his tongue danced against her throbbing clit. His free hand held her breast firmly, occasionally taking her nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezing it.

Losing control, fingers becoming numb and chills overtaking her body, Y/N bucked her hips forward and began moaning loudly. Luke paused licking, forcing his fingers inside and pressing them up against her g-spot.

“Fuck, just listening to you is going to get me off,” he whispered, continuing his rhythm.

Y/N head tilted back and her hands gripped Luke’s hair even tighter, her body clenching and her moans escaping rapidly, overwhelmed with euphoria –she was about to cum. All of a sudden, Luke’s hands slapped over her mouth and he paused his movement. A knock echoed against the door

“Anyone in there?” an obviously-drunk girl’s voice shouted.

“Occupied,” Luke shouted back, his lips just an inch from Y/N’s throbbing, wet, nearly-there pussy.

When there was no further response, Y/N pressed his face back into her and he continued, stiffened tongue gliding up and down in short, accurate strokes. And just like that, the sensation of cumming was back. Luke kept his hand over her mouth, as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, spasming. She grinded her high out against his tongue, his eyes locked on her, as her muffled moans vibrated against the palm of his hand.

“Fuck me,” Y/N sighed, as his hand slipped away and she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to feel his thickness inside of her.

Luke rose up from his knees, unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans in one urgent swoop. Y/N licked her lips and looked at his long, thick manhood; it was everything you would expect for a man of his stature. His eyes watched hers as he lined himself up with her slot, both of them shuttering and exhaling as he slid in. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails gripping his back. His strong hands gripped her hips, helping her to balance on the edge of the counter. He pumped into her, slowly at first, taking pleasure in both of their bodies’ struggling not to implode. Picking up the pace, the head of his cock pounding deeply into Y/N, he ran his tongue along her ear lobe and lightly sucked. Her nails sunk even further into him, the slight pain causing him to increase his speed even more. Pumping in and out, deeper and harder, watching her eyes flicker and her mouth hang open, he felt himself climbing.

“You feel so good. I’m so close” Y/N half-moaned into his collarbone, burying her lips into it to suppress the loud cries fighting to escape her plump red lips. “I want you to cum in me,” she whispered, while sucking on the side of his neck.

Luke couldn’t handle hearing her pleas, the dirty words pushing him so close to the edge. Feeling her legs, wrapped around him, begin to tremble, her grinding motions grow anxious and the muffled sound of hastened moans in his chest, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He pumped hard, before slowing down, quietly moaning “fuck,” and filling her up with his warm cum. He sunk into here one last time, as they both relished in their climaxes, panting.

‘It was nice to meet you, Luke,” Y/N huffed, giving a wink and a smile.

Luke leaned in and kissed her lips, his movements sweet and gentle, as his hands settled on her neck and waist.

“Maybe we can meet each other again, sometime soon?” he responded, a smile on his face, as he helped her down from the counter and they both began getting dressed. Y/N nodded and bit her lip.

“We can’t find Luke anywhere,” Calum said, walking up behind Ashton with Michael. “Searched the whole yard where I left him.”

“We’re probably going to find him in the ditch outside, just pissed and having a nap,” Michael chirped, laughing at himself.

“Well, no. Actually, Mikey, it seems Luke has taken our advice,” Ashton said, proudly, leaning against a wall in the hallway, eyes glued to the bathroom door. He lifted a green beer bottle to his lips.

“No way,” Michael said, turning his attention to the bathroom as well. “Not in the bathroom?”

Ashton laughed, nodding and pointing, at Luke who has just emerged. Luke ran his fingers through his curls, and then stopped to wait for Y/N to exit behind him.

“Scandalous,” Calum remarked, amused.

Luke’s eyes searched the room until he found his friends discretely waving across the hall. He lifted his brows and smirked, genuinely feeling much happier than he did earlier. He wasn’t over his ex, it was too soon for that, but for the first time since he found out about her infidelity, she was the furthest thing from his mind.

 A/N: Here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing it, so thank you to the Anon that requested this scenario. If you have anything you wish for me to write, hit me up with a message. xx

Stupid Prom - SweetPeaxReader

A/N: Okay, long note, I’m sorry you don’t have to read if you don’t want to. This story is 100% just me being petty after my friend made me go dress shopping with her. Also, I messed with the ages a bit (I think, I’m not totally sure on everyone’s age but I do know that in the show Archie was like 15 in 2x01 so...), I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched past 2x04 because my computer crapped out around that time and they don’t have all the episodes on the CW app, so... yeah Reader, Reggie and Sweet Pea are seniors, the rest are like juniors/sophomores. I read a story somewhere on here where SP said Promposal (never to be found again) and I thought it was funny so here it is again

Summary: Basically just 1k+ words about Sweet Pea being an idiot and asking the reader to prom.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader / Sister!Reader x Jughead / Reggie x Reader (past) / 

Words: 1,500

Warnings: swearing, none beyond that I don’t think?

I own nothing but the plotline and the polyvore link.

Sweet Pea was just leaning on his bike when you came storming out of the school building.

"C'mon, [Y/N]," Reggie chased after you.

"You're getting pathetic. It's really just sad at this point, Mantle," You yelled back, slamming the door to your car.

It made Sweet Pea smile to see Reggie not getting his way for once. Once you drove off, Reggie rubbed his hands from the back of his head forward, spinning around he let out a frustrated groan. Pea lets out a snort, drawing Reggie's attention over to him.

"You got a problem, Serpent Scum?"

He started charging the taller boy when Archie came running in, holding Reggie back while Fangs saunters up next to his friend.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready to go in five."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the parking lot, Archie was listing reasons why Reggie couldn't get into a fight with Sweet Pea.

"Coach will bench you for the next five games if you show up with a bruised face."

Reggie shook his head before stomping off.

Archie, being the thick-headed boy he is, walked over to the two serpents and immediately laid into them.

When Jughead walked up he heavy sighed watching his friends argue- well, watching Archie yell at his Southside friends.

"-trying to trap him-"

"Archie!" All three boys looked over at Jughead, "What the hell are you doing?"

"He was trying to drag Reggie into a fight!"

"Archie, Reggie tries to get into fights all on his own, it's probably a hobby for him. Sweet Pea, why'd Reggie try and fight you?"

"He was begging your sister for something and she denied him. I thought it was funny, he didn't," He answered, still smirking.

Realization dawned on Jug, "Ah. Got it."

~x~

It was later in the afternoon so their small group walked in the Whyte Wyrm to find you arguing with FP in the back of the bar. None of them knew what it was about, but it was clearly annoying you.

You rolled your eyes one last time before storming out of the bar.

Jug walked over to where your dad was rubbing his hand over his face.

"What's her issue?"

"Don't worry about it, Jug. She's just being your sister."

Sweet Pea walked over when FP walked away.

"What was that about?" He just shrugged, "Alright, well you seemed to have some information on why Reggie was bugging [Y/N] so...spill."

The raven-haired boy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"He keeps asking her to Prom and I'm pretty sure it's just hitting her that no one else is asking her."

It confused him a bit, but also makes a little sense.

[Y/N] was a typical Northside girl right up until their mom left and took Jellybean away right before her freshman year.

After, her life took a complete 180.

She transferred to Southside High, started wearing darker colors and more leather, dying her hair, and taking more interest in the Serpents and even becoming a full-fledged member.

It was...strange, to see her and her younger brother together for the first time when FP got arrested.

The serpents knew her pretty well after being around her for a couple years but Jughead wasn't ever involved in them prior to the arrest.

The shut down brought her to back Riverdale High with all of her old classmates who could barely recognize her in any way, so for them to look at her and see 'Southside trash', it wasn't surprising. Upsetting and angering? Yes. But not surprising.

"I thought she wouldn't care, you know?" Jughead continues to explain, "She's [Y/N], she doesn't care about anything, but...high school's never been normal for her so I think she just wanted this one normal thing."

Sweets nodded along, "Wait, why would she care if Reggie asked her?"

Jughead snorted, "I'm pretty sure she'd die before she went to prom with her ex."

~x~

You were sitting in Pop's, scrolling through your phone when you felt a presence behind you.

Fearing it was Reggie you prepared yourself for confrontation and planned your escape route, but it wasn't necessary once Sweet Pea sat next to you.

"Hey there, [Y/N/N]."

"Sweets," You nodded at him with a smile before looking back at your phone.

He stayed quiet for a minute, but couldn't hold back forever.

"Why in the hell did you date Reggie Mantel?" He breathed out.

If you had been eating or drinking something you would've choked.

"What?!" You hissed at him, not wanting to broadcast that information. "It was freshman year, we dated for like two months, he just wanted another score for his playbook."

You put your focus back on your phone, not wanting to let him see the slight bitterness in your eyes.

"You sure? He seems pretty determined to get you back." Sweet Pea wasn't jealous, just concerned about his friend.

You rolled your eyes, "That's because, after four years, girls have finally realized he's a lying dick."

They stay in the booth for a bit longer, occasionally speaking, but mostly just staying quiet.

He grabbed your wrist before you could get in your vehicle.

"Look, I'm not gonna do any of that big, public promposal shit-"

You tried not to laugh when he said the word promposal.

"-but, would you maybe want to go to the stupid prom with me?"

"You really don't have to do-"

"I want to, [Y/N]. So, yes or no, prom?"

A small smile came over your face, "Yes, Sweet Pea, I'll go to the stupid prom with you."

~x~

"Look at you, all dressed up and pretty," Fangs teased his friend.

"Shut the hell up." He struggled to tie his tie. "This is fucking bullshit, right? Why am I doing this?" Pea groaned, giving up and falling back onto the couch.

Toni walked in the trailer after having heard Sweet pea's complaints, "Because [Y/N] is your friend and no matter how much you deny it you're really into her."

He sat up allowing the girl to fix his tie, "Yeah, whatever."

Toni rolled her eyes and slapped him upside the head, "She getting ready with her friend so you have some time to fix your attitude."

"My attitude is fine! And what friend? I thought you were her only girl-friend."

[Y/N] wasn't really a people person, so she really only had her small group of serpents.

"She's friend's with that Cooper girl..."

"Jug's girl?"

"No, her sister. Poppy? I don't know, she's preppy and has kids. Anyway, after she heard [Y/N] was going to the dumb dance she insisted they get ready together."

All three of them could picture your visible cringe at that suggestion; it made them laugh.

"So I'm supposed to get her from the Cooper's house?"

Toni nodded before throwing a key ring at him, "FP had a thing but he said to take his truck and not to fuck her over or you'd end up six feet under."

"Pleasant as always, that man," Fangs grinned.

~x~

"Ok, mom, stop it, we need to go." Polly groaned, wanting to get to the dance and get back as soon as she could.

"Alright, but a couple more of just [Y/N]," Betty chimed in. "For your dad and, you know, maybe you can send one to your mom."

You swallowed, noticing Jughead doing the same behind her.

By the time you were sure that Alice had taken over 3000 pictures, Polly had been gone for about fifteen minutes and Sweet Pea was pulling up.

Walking out, you effectively stunned Sweet Pea. Everything about your ensemble was different from your everyday look. Your bright crimson hair was in a neat updo that left your face open and exposed. Your piercings were complimented by the minimal amount of makeup you wore and the rest of your jewelry did the same. The blue gradient dress you wore hung off of one shoulder and flowed down your body. Walking up to him, he noticed you were taller than usual, but not even close to his height.

"Wow, you...wow."

You let out a laugh, "Thanks, I always love being 'wow'. You look pretty wow yourself"

He looked you over again and again and couldn't come up with any better words than wow.

I mean, he could. He could come up with serval pages of synonyms of the word amazing, but wow really summed them up.

While you two were busy staring at each other, Betty took a picture without you knowing, really capturing how lovely the moment is.

"We'll keep this just for them," She told Jughead.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

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1964 Public School 149 -- Memories best forgotten.

1964 Public School 149

Elaine inched her hand up to get Mr. Kozinski’s attention at the blackboard.

“Yes?

“I forgot my glasses. Can I move up closer?”

With a nod from the teacher, Elaine grabbed her book bag and bee-lined to an empty desk next to Bernard. As school busing loomed over the Jackson Heights and Corona school districts, there were five black kids in the predominantly Jewish sixth-grade classroom. Elaine, one of the few Catholic students, had a crush on Bernard—tall, slim, dark brown skin— a troublemaker, which made him all that more interesting. Too young for any serious romance, they teased and cajoled each other whenever the opportunity arose.

“You gonna sit there?” Bernard whispered.

Elaine smiled, shrugged, and purposely brushed her friend’s shoulder as she maneuvered in place. Bernard crumpled a piece of loose-leaf paper into a ball and tossed it at Elaine’s head. She ducked it before Mr. Kozinski turned from the blackboard where several math problems now presented themselves.

“Okay, you two, settle down,” he said with a slight grin. He kept a vigilant eye on the two students, not out of disfavor, but concern for their welfare—worried that their innocence may get them in trouble as the civil rights movement escalated. If only they were the same color, they may stand a chance.

*   *   *

As the school year ended, the hotter weather called out for ice cream. The local soda fountain had the best chocolate chip, scooped into sweet, waffled sugar cones. Elaine and Bernard joked about the chocolate blended into the vanilla flavor as if at some point they might melt into one shade. With cones in hand, the two youngsters perched themselves on the two horses of a coin operated merry-go-round outside the store. Neither had ever seen anyone put money into the thing, but it had an umbrella and the shade felt good.

“So, what are you doing this summer?” Bernard asked between licks.

“Not much. Probably knock around the schoolyard. I’m getting pretty good at handball, although my mother says that it will give me arthritis in my old age,” Elaine replied.

“What a weird thing to say. How does she know? Is she a doctor?”

Elaine shrugged, “No matter what I do or say, it’s wrong and there’s some reason that I shouldn’t do it. Anyway, she doesn’t know what I do all day while she’s at work. Last week I took the train out to Coney Island and got back in time for dinner. They never knew that I wasn’t around the neighborhood.”

“Well, maybe we could meet up and go to the World’s Fair. I know how to sneak in by climbing over the back fence”

“Hmmm, maybe. Been there so much already, it’s getting kinda boring.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Elaine thought she saw a black Ford Impala sedan cruise slowly by; the same model her dad, Teddy, drove. “I better get home. I think that was my dad’s car. Usually he’s home from work earlier than this.”

“Okay, well, I’ll see you around,” Bernard said as he tossed his napkin in the nearby trash can.

Despite the heat, a shiver ran up and down Elaine’s spine as she watched Bernard saunter away. It probably wasn’t her father in the car.

*   *   *

Elaine fumbled for her house-key and was surprised to find the door to her family’s second story apartment unlocked. She hoped that her sister might be home, but as she climbed the long staircase and walked by the living room into the dining room, she was confronted by Teddy.

“I saw you with that nigger,” he started. “I told you, to stay away from those people, they’re not like us and if I see you with him again, you’ll be sorry.”

Elaine knew she should keep quiet but decided to try and reason with him. “He’s just a friend. We hang out sometimes. Today we stopped for ice cream. There’s nothing going on.”

“I don’t care, he’s a black and you’re white, so stay away from him. I had Mike in the car with me and he couldn’t believe that I let you hang out with niggers. I’ll never hear the end of it if he tells the other guys at work.”

“But,  you work with black men. Why would anyone care?”

With Elaine’s last statement, Teddy’s face turned red and she knew she went too far. She needed to learn to keep her mouth shut. Then she smelled the alcohol on her father’s breath and looked around for an escape route. Teddy blocked her path as she tried to slip past him. If she could get to her bedroom, he might leave her alone.

“Smack!” Elaine caught the open-handed slap towards the back of her head. There would be more—she had to think fast. Her bedroom door didn’t lock, so she made a run to the bathroom, pushed the door shut and turned the bolt.

“Come outta there, now!”

“No,” was all she could get out between shivers.  She prayed that the door would hold up to the banging. She glanced at her watch—5:30, her mom should be home from work soon.

“Teddy!” she heard her mother, Alice’s voice—thank God. “What’s going on in here?”

“She won’t come out of the bathroom.”

“What? What’s she doing in there?”

“Me and Mike saw her with that black boy again and I’ve told her before to stay away from him.”

Alice, set her purse on the dining room table. “Have you been drinking with your buddies again after work? You’re supposed to be making dinner, not fighting with Elaine.”

Teddy cowered and plopped down in one of the chairs near the table. He had promised to give up the weekday drinking—always got him in trouble with the wife. Alice jiggled the handle on the bathroom door. “Elaine? Come out of there, now.”

Elaine cautiously opened the door. Her mother’s frown said it all. She imagined the conversation they would have later. She’d be pissed, he would grumble—in the end they’d agree that the black boy was bad news, but that he shouldn’t hit the kids. Elaine slipped by and collapsed on her bed. Dinner would be late and with any luck Teddy would skip it and sleep off the booze.

*   *   *

Elaine jumped when Bernard’s voice came from behind. “So, why haven’t I seen you lately?” he asked. It was halfway through the summer and Elaine had been avoiding her friend. She had no idea what to do about anything.

“Oh. Dunno. Been busy.”

“Doing what? I’ve been checking the handball courts. You haven’t been anywhere I’ve looked.”

“My parents won’t let me see you.”

“Why?”

“You’re black.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. I’ll get in trouble.”

“So, what. We’ll meet up someplace else. Maybe Astoria pool?”

“I can’t. I’m afraid.”

“What can they do to you?”

“Hit me.”

“Your father hits you?”

“Only when he’s drunk—which is more now. And my mother backs him up on the black thing and she’s not always around when he’s mean.”

“So that’s it? We can’t hang out anymore?’

“I’m sorry, maybe someday.”

*   *   *

That someday never came. Elaine became braver and argued with her parents. She became expert in doing what she wanted and lying. Verbal abuse escalated and her mother, to regain control, manipulated her husband into more violence. Nothing made sense. One month after Elaine’s eighteenth birthday, she left home and moved 3000 miles away—the family never recovered.