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hford0311 · 3 years

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He's Back

*Where the reader is also from the 1940s, and is now a part of the Avengers. Now, she has learned to deal with her displacement in time and moved on from the idea of love, especially after the death of her love, Bucky. Until, one day Steve calls for an emergency meeting where her world is turned around. Word Count: 2.2k*

Whispers were indistinctive around the Avengers Tower that you could never end up being a part of. When you made your entrances in different rooms, people would instantly stop talking, even if you were nearly silent coming in the room.

"Okay!" You exclaimed and threw a glass cup in the sink when it happened once again. "Do I need to set up a meeting, so I can be told what's being whispered around or something?" You yelled at Nat, Tony, and Bruce. They were shocked by your response. "I'm tired of this stupid silent treatment." You added, almost panting in anger. "Y/n," Bruce started to speak before the other pair in the room shot him disapproving looks. "No, tell me, Bruce. I can handle it." You stated. "Yeah, the cup can really tell that you can handle something," Tony dully remarked. "So you're going to stop everything to make sure that I do not know the stupid secret that everyone else in the tower gets to know but me. Cool, thanks, Tony," you stomped out of the room.

Steve was gone, the only person from your time, and he was the only person that you could confide in at times. You were also from the 1940s. You were friends with Steve and actually Bucky's girl up until his death in 1945. You were a nurse during the war. They shipped you off to Germany. There, you were one of the captured nurses that were forced to treat the German soldiers, and HYDRA decided that you were useful enough to keep around for decades. On and off ice for decades.

You kept messaging Steve to know when he was going to be back and where he had gone. It took hours for him for him to respond Emergency Meeting at 8. You tried knowing the content of the meeting, but he did not give you a response. You huffed and stayed put in your room until 7:55. That's when you walked into the main living area, where everyone was surrounded, including Steve. There was chatter, they obviously have not noticed you yet, this time. Steve asked everyone to back up and give them room. Them? You mentally questioned, who else is here?

The mini crowd back up and dispersed more in the living room. That's when you saw him. You were slightly embarrassed yourself when you noticed how you had pinched yourself. When you met his eyes, you felt time slow. He was not paying attention to anyone else either. You walked a few steps closer, "Hey, Sarge," you gently said. Bucky's body and face softened at your voice. "Long time, no see," you gave him a small smile. You could tell he wanted to reach out to you, but something was holding him back. Suddenly, you felt your stomach drop and a large amount of feelings suddenly attack you. For over half a century, you've known of his death, and it took you so long to accept that he was dead. Now, everything had backfired. All of that had now changed. You felt yourself beginning to sob. Bucky, your Bucky is alive. "This can't be real," you whispered and ran to your room.

The nightmares came back to you. There were incredibly recurring and were from your, what you call, main past being the 1940s and 1950s. However, they did not just include the horrible reliving the past like they used to be when you experienced them before. They included the screams and cries from Bucky to you. Your name and cries for help kept repeating, but you could never find where they were coming from until it was all dead silent, and you awoke panting and sweating. A few of the times included you crying out for him too and patting over the bed until you realized it was a dream.

This time after waking from the nightmare, you grabbed your throw blanket, quietly escaped your room, and went out to one of the patios. It did not matter how many times you did this, the view was always something that distracted you from the nightmares that occurred. The lights from all the apartments and other buildings were something that you always appreciated about living in the city. It did not matter that you were awake because you were not the only one. Sometimes, you would people watch and make up stories of the shapes of people that you go in and out of their lit living areas. It was all comforting. The opening of the sliding door made you jump in your seat a little, but you were fine when you saw it was Steve.

"Another one," he questioned and sat in the chair next to you. You nodded and wrapped the blanket around you tighter. "You know you can talk to whenever about them." Steve reminded you like he always does. Sometimes you debated making up a fake one to tell him about, so he could leave you alone about it. But like always, you pursed your lips and shook your head, "I'm fine," you quietly spoke. Steve sighed and looked out into the city. "It makes you wonder why their all up sometimes." He changed the subject that he knew he could get you to talk about. You gave a silent, second longing laugh before answering, "That's when you make up people stories. Like that building," you pointed at one about the height of where the patio was, the third closest building on the right, "on the third floor down from the top and fourth one to the right that couple are planning their wedding, it's going horribly, but they keep having fun along the way." You had a comfortable smile.

"Ever wonder what's that like anymore?" Steve asked while he looked at the window you exposed to him. You audibly scoffed, "Maybe almost a century ago, but I haven't ever since." Steve gave you a sad but understanding look. "Dedicate myself to fighting with the Avengers, I don't think any dreamboat could handle it. Just a single dame till the day I die...whenever that will finally be," you finished by rolling your eyes. You watched Steve looked at you with shock. "Well, Y/n, I'm surprised by you," he stated and leaned back in his chair, "I thought you would think differently with Bucky here. I know I have." You gave him a sad smile, "Steve, you and I both know that that person is not the Bucky we know and..." You faded into silence and looked back out. "Y/n, you haven't even-" "I know!" You paused after hearing yourself echo slightly, "I know, I haven't." You added much quieter. "The thought terrifies me, especially after coming to acceptance that my....was no longer, and being kidnapped with no hope in sight, I turned into a cold person. I saw him, a-and I-I..." you paused again, "I wasn't--fuck, I still don't know how to react to it, and I...am very mixed emotion about everything with him. On one hand, there's....what we had," your hands really helped you do the talking, "and now...I'm sure he has gone through worse than me. I'm sure he doesn't want to add anything to my plate of trauma, and I don't want to add to his." You finished.

"Y/n, you can't even get yourself to say Bucky's name." Steve pointed out to you. That's when emotions started. "Steve," you heavily exhaled, "that's the problem. Some nights, I wake up screaming for him. I pat my bed looking for him! I haven't done that since his mother told me about the soldiers coming up to her about his KIA in the '40s, Steve! I have nightmares of him screaming for me to help him, and I can never find him!" You took a large breath. "I am in an internal battle of wanting to run and jump in his arms like I wanted to do so badly when I daydreamed about the war being over and becoming a wife of an American hero while also wanting to stay the hell away from him because...well, everything after that to now!" You rubbed your forehead. "Y/n, he's here. Try something. Do you think he doesn't have the same feeling?" You looked up at the sky and shook your head. "It's terrifying." You breathed. "So is waking up from the ice, but we survived that." Steve said before getting up and going back in the tower.

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Right on time again, up and terrified. You repeated your routine of going outside. You hummed old, familiar songs as you did. One of your favorite couples were dancing by their window. "You really have it all figured out, don't you?" You whispered, even though you knew you would never get an answer back. They were comfort characters in your world. You were so entranced by them that you did not noticed the other human walk out onto the patio as well, until he spoke. "Old habits never die." Your neck swiftly changed directions in shock at the voice. You tightened the blanket from a nervous habit. "Somethings never do," you simply added before turning away. However, your eyes kept glancing towards him. You noticed the recent haircut compared to when you saw him the other day at shoulder's length or a little beyond. "But so many things often do." He responded. "Can't ever go back even if we truly desired to." You added back to him.

There was silence. Eye contact never fully met. Under different circumstances of no history involved, some would say it resembled high school crushes. He finally gave in first and turned around to face you, hands on the railing of the patio. You noticed then that the left one was vibranium. You sighed and looked back at the couple near the window while humming songs from the '40s. Then, after a short while, you heard Bucky add to your humming. You stopped and shyly smiled back at him. "Music is nothing like it used to be," you mentioned. He lightly laughed and nodded. What came from your mouth next, you didn't really have control over, maybe it was an instinct like when you talk to Steve, maybe it was something you did not know you truly desired now.

"Want to head to my room and listen to it?" You couldn't avoid eye contact when he looked back at you now. You said it loud and clear enough that he looked over at you with a hint of shock. "That'd be nice," Bucky responded with a hint of a smile.

At first, it did start as simply that, listening to the records while sitting on your set of velvet wide wingback chairs. The occasional glances and small smiles shared. Then, Bucky made a move. He stood from his chair and stood in front of yours, offering you a dance. "Oh, Bucky, I haven't danced since-" "1943?" You nodded at him finishing your sentence. "I haven't either," he added and as gentle as he could be, he grabbed your hand to pull you up to dance with him. You allowed it to happen, resistance did not feel right to you in that situation.

The dancing started stiff and cautious like neither of wanted to frighten the other. However, it grew into a more fluid dancing, the pair of you getting more comfortable with each other. After a couple hours, you felt comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. "Don't fall asleep on me, Y/n doll." He quietly said, which made you look up at him with curiosity at the old nickname. "I'm sorry," he admittedly said. "I shouldn't have-" "Don't apologize," you deeply whispered and leaned up, kissing Bucky's cheek. Then, his lips, after so many decades, had reconnected with yours, quick and short turned into long as well as passionate.

The world around you both felt like it turned back to 1943. The room was now Bucky's apartment, his clothing turned into his sergeant uniform, yours into the red shirtwaist dress, and time didn't hurt the pair of you like the present. "Never leave me again, James Buchanan Barnes." Your lips drew together and bodies grew closer. "Wouldn't dream of it, Y/n doll," Bucky would mutter against your lips and pulled your closer by the waist.

As your back landed on the bed, you physically felt your breath being caught. "Bucky," you exhaled in a tone that was no longer flirtatious or excited, rather it was a sad realization. The dimly lit apartment, the uniform, the red dress, all of it turned back into reality of your room in the Avengers Tower. You can see that the dream ideal world had broke from his eyes as well. "Bucky," you breathed as you stood and softly grabbed both sides of his face, "you were gone. You were gone for so long." You lightly cried. He embraced you, holding you close to his chest. "I know, doll." Bucky lightly kissed the top of your head. You gripped the back of his shirt. "Don't ever do that again." You whispered into him. "Why would I ever do such a thing?" Bucky held you tighter.

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broken-stardust · 3 years

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Budding Sunshine

Summary: Reader has something to tell Spencer.

Category: Dad!Spencer with TransMale!Reader Angst/Fluff

A/n: this is for a fathers day thing my friends are putting together but I also love the idea of Spencer being the supportive dad I didn’t have at first

Content warnings: misgendering, bullying, homophobia, transphobia, f slur, (used once) dysphoria

Word Count: 1.4k

Within a week of his daughter getting her hair cut short, he noticed her mood drop exponentially. The day of, she had a new confidence about her, almost like she was a completely different person, but now, sitting at the kitchen table doing her homework on a Friday night, Spencer could tell something was off. Her shoulders were slouched over, her shirt halfway untucked, and it looked as if she'd been crying. It didn't take a profiler to tell that she was hurting. She always came to her dad when she needed help with something, but this past week she'd been distant.

Maybe she was just at that age, Spencer told himself. She was 13, of course. He'd read enough parenting manuals to know that children begin to grow distant when they hit puberty. He knew the science behind it, too. As a young person matures, they want to figure out who they are as an individual, and they need a level of independence for that.

Still, Spencer couldn't help but worry when he heard a little sniffle come from the table while he cooked dinner. Determined to help his daughter through whatever it was that was bothering her, he lowered the flame on the macaroni and cheese and took a seat next to her. Even if she told him to leave her alone, which was a strong possibility, he had to at least try.

"Hey, Sunshine," he said. "What's up?"

I looked up from my geometry homework when I heard my dad's voice. I tried to wipe away my tears as inconspicuously as I could, but I knew it wouldn't work. He gently took hold of my hand as I reached for my face and placed it back down on my lap, opting to dry my tears with his hand instead.

"Hey, Dad," I squeaked, grimacing at how high my voice came out. I looked anywhere I could to avoid eye contact, eventually picking up my pencil and focusing back on my homework. "How's it going?"

My dad sighed gently and plucked the pencil out of my hand, taking my hand in his instead. I looked up at him then, seeing concern swirling in his eyes. I almost started crying again just from knowing that I was making him so upset.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he said.

Of course, I did. I'd come to my dad for every problem I'd had in the past. This just felt... different. If I told him, he'd look at me differently. Things would change, and I didn't want them to. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded instead. He opened his mouth to say something, but I decided that I should just say it and get it out of the way. So that's what I did.

"Ithinkimaboy."

There were a few seconds of silence which felt like hours before my dad said "what?"

"I-" I took a deep breath. "I think I'm a boy," I said more clearly.

Another moment passed as my dad processed the information I'd just dropped on him like a bomb, and I suddenly wished that I had been in its path, blown to smithereens so I wouldn't have to witness the aftermath of my confession.

"Alright."

The word hung in the air between us like a wrecking ball swinging side to side, ready to knock either of us down. Well, really it was just ready to knock me down.

"Alright?" I repeated, dumbfounded at my father's reaction. It wasn't that I didn't expect him to be supportive; I knew he would be. I just hadn't expected such a calm reaction.

"Yeah. You know, 0.6% of the American population is transgender. People are figuring out their gender identity and coming out at younger ages these days, so it's not surprising that you're having these feelings at your age. Puberty and the development of secondary sex characteristics can often lead transgender individuals to realize that they are, in fact, transgender."

"Dad!" I giggled, squirming at the mention of puberty. "That's gross."

He laughed right along with me. He laid a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to kiss the top of my head before rustling my hair. With that, the light-hearted moment was gone, and my face fell as I remembered the real reason I was so upset.

"That's not why you've been crying all week though," my dad observed, still playing with my hair. "Is it?" I shook my head and willed the tears not to come rolling down. "What's wrong, Sunshine?"

"Well I was really happy with my haircut," I fiddled with my fingers as I spoke even though I knew it was a dead giveaway as to how anxious I was. I couldn't help it.

"Yeah, you were," Dad recalled with a smile. "You were basically bouncing off the walls."

"I was really excited to show it off at school." As I continued, the tears I'd been willing not to spill began to pour out of my eyes. "My friends asked me why I cut it so short, and I decided to tell them I'm trans..." I trailed off then, unsure of how to get the words out of my mouth.

"It didn't go so well, did it?"

I shook my head and wiped away my tears, only for more to slide down my pink cheeks.

"They said I was disgusting," I sobbed. "They called me a faggot."

Dad pulled me in for a hug and whispered words of affirmation into my head as I wet his shirt with my sorrows. My muffled cries slowly got quieter as he played with my hair, and eventually, I was the one to pull away.

"This has been happening all week?" he asked. The worry in his eyes was abundant, and my heart broke a little. I knew what he'd gone through in school, and I knew he hated seeing something like that happen to me. "Have you told anyone?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

"I didn't want to get people's parents involved," I explained. "Things get worse when the adults step in. I thought I could handle it."

Dad shook his head slightly before resting it in his hand. I could tell that he was trying to think of a plan for how to deal with this. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it.

"Monday morning, we're going to talk to the principal together."

I was right.

He explained to me that we weren't going to complain about the bullies; we were going to come out and ask that my information be changed in the school's database. He wanted all the teachers to know to call me by the right name and pronouns. And if kids were going to be assholes, I could deal with it now that I had him on my side.

"I assume you do have a name you want to go by?" he asked eventually as we hatched our plan. I smiled. I was waiting for this.

"Yeah," I beamed. "Can you please call me Y/N from now on?"

"Y/N," he repeated slowly as if taking in the information, soaking it all up so as not to forget it. "I like that name. It suits you."

If I hadn't been smiling before, I sure was now. Hearing my dad use the name I'd chosen for myself made my heart soar.

"Thanks, Dad," I said with a smile.

"Sure thing, Bud," he said in return.

I'd been tear-free for at least ten minutes now, and one single word had just ruined that streak. With three simple letters, my dad broke down what seemed to be the walls of a dam behind my eyes, and I was suddenly crying again. I could see the panic in his eyes as he rushed to comfort me.

"Hey, hey," he said rubbing soothing circles on my back. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

I shook my head with a big dopey smile glued to my face.

"I just really like the nickname Bud."

My dad let out a huge sigh of relief when he realized I was now crying happy tears. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by a loud screeching sound coming from throughout the house. The fire alarm.

"The mac and cheese!" I yelled, and he turned around, running to turn off the flame under the now burnt cheesy pasta. As I opened the window to air out the kitchen, Dad reset the fire alarm.

"Do you want to start it over again?" I asked. He looked at me with tired eyes. "Or we could order a pizza," I offered instead.

"That's my boy," he said, pulling me in for another hug.

#dad!spencer #fathers day #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #oneshot #spencer reid one shot #blurb #ftm!reader #angst #fluff #i wish my dad was like this #i have daddy issues #this is me projecting

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petri808 · 3 years

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We’ll Take Back Heaven a Nalu Yakuza Au

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“Ms. Heartfilia,” the man nodded at the blonde.

“Mr. Katsunuma.” Lucy bowed in response. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course,” the older male smiled. “Your assistance has led to this celebration after all.”

It was an extravagant party being held in a large room of Katsunuma Industries corporate headquarters. The tech giant was celebrating the acquisition of their rival in the industry… thanks in part to Lucy’s untraceable services. A few bits of intelligence on the rival company coupled by the money laundering Lucy provided allowed Katsunuma to fuel the merger and overtake them. The rival had no choice but to sign the contract because if they didn’t, they would have been put out of business. Part of the deal insured the employees would be kept which had been the rivals concern, but those employees are in large part Katsunuma’s desire to take the business. Their current patents and information aside, those employees were the heart of creating more. It was a genius move.

“Mmm, I do what I can,” Lucy smiled sweetly and held up her glass. “A toast to a successful relationship.”

The man clinked his glass against hers. “For many more years to come. Enjoy the party, Ms. Heartfilia.”

“I will,” Lucy responded with another smile.

As she made her way back towards the temporary bar set up, Lucy chatted with people along the way. Some she knew, others she didn’t, but her stunning looks always turned heads everywhere she went. She wasn’t the typical Asian beauty found around those parts. Her mother was a Caucasian American and her father a Japanese businessman, so the hapa mix created a buxom blonde with almond eyes and legs for days, fluent in both English and Japanese as well as Korean. Gorgeous and intelligent. Men desired her, and women either hated her or wanted to be her. Luckily for the other women, Lucy had no interest in these stuffy, boring business types, except in taking their money because she knew all they wanted were docile arm candies and that wasn’t for her at all.

The only reason she attended these events were to show her loyalties and drum up new business considering she operated at word of mouth. But anyone too eager to do business with her immediately sent up a cautionary flag. No one survives in the dark world by being naive, the biggest lesson her cut-throat businessman of a father ever taught her. Lucy had to get to know the person, feel them out, and background check them inside and out, and even after all that she wouldn’t immediately jump into an arrangement. She made sure that any business wanting to employ her laundering services would lose big time if they ever considered turning on her. ‘Stupid men,’ she mused to herself. Greed was the easiest way to keep them in line, because the green-eyed monster was just too enticing. Another lesson her father taught her the hard way when bankrupted his company on a bad venture.

Lucy placed her empty glass onto the bar top and rested an arm on it. She smiled at the orange-haired bartender. Handsome in a playboy kind of way, even the glasses added to the charm. “A Cosmopolitan, please.”

“Coming right up cutie,” the man winked at her.

She wanted to roll her eyes but played it cool. “Loke, is it,” Lucy read off the name tag on his vest. “Unusual name. Bet you flirt with all the girls, huh?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he grinned back. “And you are the finest example here tonight.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Lucy clicked her tongue with a shrug. “Too bad lines don’t work on me.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Loke smiled back undeterred. “You’re definitely a higher caliber than the rest.”

‘Oh, Kami,’ Lucy droned internally. This guy probably had a ton of cheeky comebacks in his repertoire. Was he fuckable in her view? Toned body but not too muscular, nimble fingers… maybe fit for a one-night affair. It has been awhile since she’d had some action, so maybe he could be fun to end this celebration with. She leaned in closer letting her breasts press up against the counter. “You know this might—”

“Careful dude, this ones got claws you don’t wanna mess with.”

Lucy’s body stiffened in annoyance at the new voice so close to her ear. “Ugh, Natsu.” Not the intrusion she wanted right now!

“My apologies,” Loke immediately put her finished drink down, then his hands up as he took a step back. “You have a good evening ma’am.”

But the bartender’s body language spoke volumes as well. Loke wasn’t reacting solely to the comment, because he was staring straight at Natsu as he spoke. She could imagine that while Natsu’s tone was light, he was probably giving the bartender a menacing glare. Ugh!

Annoyed at Natsu’s interjection, Lucy grabbed her drink in a huff and started to walk away without looking behind her. “I don’t need a knight,” she huffed. But undeterred, Natsu immediately stepped in and tried to weave an arm around her waist. “Don’t get familiar,” she seethed in a hushed tone as she stepped out of his embrace. She didn’t want to cause a scene either, so she pulled him away from the crowd near the bar area to a quieter section. “What do you want Dragneel?”

“It’s improper for a woman like you to be without an escort at these events.”

Lucy placed a hand on her cocked hip in irritation. So, what if that were true, those traditions made her skin crawl. She normally would have brought one, but her go-to guy wasn’t available and since most of the guests knew who she was, Lucy figured they wouldn’t care. Why would a bunch of old guys not want a gorgeous blonde to look at? “I’m perfectly fine by myself considering I’m an invited guest. What are you doing here, this isn’t your playground.” She knew the world of corporate Tokyo and business stiffs were not the type he’d associate with. Though she had to unconsciously admit Natsu looked good in a three-piece suit.

“Be nice kitten, I was invited too.”

“Oh yeah, by who? I know Katsunuma’s not involved with the Yakuza.”

“Not senior, the son. Boy’s got a bit of a habit along with his friends.”

“Ah, let me guess, you’re the supplier.”

“You guessed right, kitten.”

“Stop calling me kitten!”

The irritation in her voice only succeeded in pulling a smirk from Natsu. He was obviously enjoying this dance, which fueled Lucy’s determination to not be swayed by it. She took a sip of her drink in annoyance. “Shouldn’t you check on your client then?”

“What for? Those rich brats partying on daddy’s dime make for disinteresting conversation. I’d much rather talk to you.”

“Lucky me,” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Well, I’d rather schmooze with my clientele. They serve a purpose, you do not.”

Natsu reached out and ran a finger along Lucy’s arm. “So harsh, kitten. We both know you’re enjoying this too.”

The ripple he triggered along her skin and increase in temperature had Lucy internally reeling, though the dead stare she wore on her face showed the opposite reaction. She wasn’t about to admit to a damn thing! “Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that Dragneel. Perhaps one day your dreams will come true.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“Ugh!” Lucy pushed him away in annoyance. “You’re too much! I’m leaving.” She turned her back.

“Oi,” Natsu grabbed her arm forcefully and spun her back around. “I mean it!” he growled in a lowered voice. “You may be damn good at what you do, but you still got a thing or two to learn about a man’s world.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Lucy spat back in a hushed tone. “These guys don’t care!”

“You think they’d say it to your face, kitten? I’d overheard more than one of your so-called prospects here gossiping about your shameful behavior and you’ve only been here fifteen minutes.”

“You’re lying.”

His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. “I’m a lot of things, but you know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Okay, so that was true. Lucy’s known Natsu long enough to know when and if he’d ever lie to her. Still, “fine!” She seethed. “I won’t plan on staying much longer if I’m stuck with you.”

“Aww,” he defiantly tipped her chin up. “But I’ll take such good care of you.”

“Pfft,” she glared back with a twisted smile and voice dripping with sarcastic disdain. “As if. You couldn’t satisfy me then, so… what makes you think you could now?”

“Wow…” Natsu placed a hand over his heart feigning pains and groaning for effect. “Hitting me where it hurts, Luce.” He then grinned and suddenly pulled her flush against his solid body, arm wrapped around her waist, while the other gripped tightly to her hip so she couldn’t move. He leaned in, his face lowered and hovering over her ear. “If only it were true. All those nights… I lost track of how many times you called my name to the heavens.”

Between the sensually deep tone of Natsu’s voice and warm breath fanning over her skin, Lucy couldn’t hide her physiological reactions if she’d tried. Her body stiffened up, fighting a hormonal urge to give in with a sheer determination not to play his game. There was a damn good reason they’d broken up, and until he admitted to what went wrong, there was no way in hell Lucy would go back to him.

“It’s not just about sex,” she gritted out.

“I know…” Natsu let his lips brush against her ear, pulling a shiver from her body. He smirked. “It’s about love.”

Love?! How dare he! Whatever spell he was close to casting instantly dissolved on Lucy and her anger boiled to the surface. She pushed with all of her might, forcing them apart. Oh, she was furious! “And that’s something you know nothing about!” Lucy’s hand flew up faster than even she knew it was happening, landing a loud slap across Natsu’s face. “You made your choice long ago, and love never factored in,” she seethed then stomped away leaving the man alone and speechless amongst whispering bystanders.

So much for celebrating, not after Natsu’s intrusion into the affair. Lucy thanked Katsunuma again for inviting her and left the party. She couldn’t be around Natsu for another second or she just might hit him again. Ugh! He made her so angry! Love… seriously?! He had no right to pull that on her, not when it was his decision that lead to their split. In a way she should thank him for opening her eyes, because that’s what lead to creating her own organization. Lucy wanted to show that women could do just fine in the underworld with the right people and the right plans in place. And she hadn’t been the only one to feel that way. This was the modern era and all the bullshit, patriarchy rules that held them back needed to die with the twentieth century. The saddest part… Lucy didn’t even know if Natsu realized how much he’d hurt her all those years ago.

“Ma’am,” the valet snapped Lucy out of her thoughts. “Your car has arrived.”

“Thank you.” Lucy stepped closer to the curb as the vehicle pulled up alongside her. The valet opened the door for her, but just as she was about to step in, she heard her name called from behind her.

“Natsu, can’t you take a hint!” She turned and snapped while still keeping a hand on the vehicle.

“Luce, I was just playing with you upstairs. I didn’t mean to make you so angry.”

“Well, you did.”

“I don’t understand why!”

“And that’s your problem.”

“But I don’t want you to hate me, and you seem to hate me.”

Lucy sighed from the sheer emotional exhaustion. “I don’t hate you, Natsu. But until you can figure out why I left you, we don’t have anything more to talk about. Now. Good night.” She got into the vehicle, and they drove away.

Once they were out of sight, Lucy slumped down into the seat holding back the cloud of tears building in her eyes. She’d meant what she said, all of it including not hating him. Frankly, she didn’t know if she could. Anger, yes, but hatred no. They’d been young but even she recognized the connection she had to Natsu wasn’t something she could easily walk away from, and she also knew he wasn’t lying when he’d brought up love. The man’s reaction to seeing her flirt with the bartender was a reminder of his feelings for her. But it wasn’t enough. Lucy didn’t want to feel like an unequal partner in the relationship and that’s exactly what the Yakuza world Natsu chose expected.

“Home, miss?”

“Yes, please take me home.”

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saltedpeppermintmocha · 3 years

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into the night (bakugou x reader) - Chapter 2/?

Summary:

You were born to die.

It is a fact you’ve known since your quirk first manifested, and one you have been denying for just as long. You refuse your supposed fate and try to live the best life you can while remaining undetected.

But maybe fate has another plan. A chance encounter on a mountainside changes your life forever.

Chapter One

MATURE : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+

The village has not changed much since you last visited. It almost makes you feel as if you never left. For many, this would be a comfortable thought; however, you left to get away from this sort of monotony. The city is always moving, always changing and updating, for better or for worse. You hadn’t even realized that your favourite dessert place had moved until one week you went and walked into a new bar. While you mourned the desert place, the bar had been a welcome addition to the area.

You noticed early in life that most people didn’t leave the village. Maybe it was the comfort of monotony, maybe it was the money it took to actually leave. Nobody in the village was rich, and it took you saving every yen you could for too many years to be able to leave. Most of the kids you went to school with remain here, working in local shops or restaurants. So when you walk through the village with Dad, everybody wants to come to say hello.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, you would spend more time talking to each person, but your nerves about the mountain pull you quickly from person to person until finally the small store comes into view. An old man sits on a chair outside, seemingly staring into nothing. He looks over at your arrival, startling a bit with a large smile forcing its way onto its face. He calls out your name.

He looks the same as you remember him, but watching him struggle to pull himself from the chair is new. You frown slightly, rushing towards him to help him up. Your help immediately turns into a hug. “Welcome home my dear.”

“Thank you, Tanaka.” You reply happily, hugging him back. “How have you been?��

“Oh, just great dear.” He pulled back from the hug. “And you? Have you found yourself a husband yet?”

You hold back a frustrated sound. This shit again?! Dad coughs behind you, struggling to hide his laughter. “Not yet.” You reply, slightly more patient with Tanaka than your father. “I have to find the right one, you know?”

“Well, you better hurry up now. You are not getting any younger!” He says, as if his words are not a punch to the gut. “When you find him, make sure to come visit. I know your mother would-”

“Tanaka.” Surprisingly, it’s your father that interrupts. “I believe she has something to ask you?” He gestures at you.

“Ah, yes!” You reply quickly, thankful for the quick change in subject. “Do you have a guest at Fuccanchi?”

The old man blinks a few times, seemingly confused about the change in topic. But he gets it after a moment. “Oh, yes I do, dear.” He stops there. You wait a moment, but no more information comes. Alright then.

“Is there any chance it is a guy around my age?”

“I would think so.” His head tilts to the side, considering. Then his eyes open wide. “Oh, I see. I don’t know if he is single, but he didn’t come with a wife. I will ask him next time I see him.” Single? Uh-

“Ack, no, nope!” You immediately shut that down, hands flailing uselessly in front of you. “That is not what I meant. I saw him on the mountain and I was just concerned for his safety.” You pause. “Just to make sure, is this guy a blond? Um...he looked strong? But he was super quiet.”

“Yes, that sounds like him.” Tanaka taps at his face. “Such a strange young man. Maybe it is for the best that you don’t get married. A husband like that is no good.”

“Tanaka!” You groan, running your hand down your face. “I just want to make sure he is okay. Have you seen him around today?"

He takes another too-long pause, but you wait it out. Then he replies. “I saw him this morning while I was putting out food for the cats.” He continues. “Chico has been so naughty recently, I don’t know what to do about her. And Haru got into the brambles, it took me forever to get him clean…”

You let Tanaka's voice fade to the background as he spoke about the cats. Your mind was on more important things. This morning, he saw the guy this morning. You let out a long breath of relief, that nagging feeling in your gut finally releasing. If he was here this morning, he is fine. The mountain didn’t swallow him up. You didn’t have to go to the police. You can forget all about him now.

Finally.

After letting go of the asshole on the mountain, the rest of your day is calm and peaceful. Dad stays to chat with Tanaka, so you filter through the various small shops, buying items you don’t really need just to help out the owners. To stimulate the local economy.

You meet up with a few childhood friends for dinner at a family restaurant. It is a bit awkward at first, as are all conversations where you haven't spoken in years, but it soon gets moving. They ask about the city and your life, often replying ‘ I could never do that' or ‘I could never live there’ to your stories. You don’t answer that you feel the same about their lives.

It is only when you are done eating, and you are partially zoning out while one of them tells an extremely long story about a new television show they are watching, that you hear something from the mountain. You perk up at the odd sound, but nothing looks out of place or weird.

“Is there something happening on the mountain?” You ask, rudely cutting off whoever was speaking at the time. They go quiet, and you listen closely. You hear it again, faint from distance: a booming sound. It sounds like a demolition, maybe. Are they taking down one of the huts on the mountain? But that wouldn’t need a full demolition.

“What are you talking about?” Saneka asks.

“The noises.” You reply, frowning when you meet three other confused faces. “Do you guys not hear them?” They shake their heads.

“I think I heard something last night.” Nakamura puts forward. “I was up late reading. It is the best time to read, you know, with the quiet. But there was suddenly this loud banging sound-”

“You sure that wasn’t coming from your mom's room?” Ito smirked.

“Hey! Take that back!” Nakamura frowned, slamming his hands down on the table. The conversation quickly deteriorates into jokes, the topic dropped entirely. You try to push it from your mind, deciding to have an extra look tomorrow when you head out.

The dinner ends relatively quickly after that, the three of them headed in one direction and you in the other. You exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch. A promise that none of you are planning on keeping. You head home, casually listening for more sounds in the mountain that don’t come. The lights are on when you make it back.

“I’m home!” You call out, toeing off your shoes.

“Welcome back,” Dad calls out. You find him in the living room, watching some show on the television. He looks up at you with a smile. “How was dinner?”

You shrug. “Fine.” Plopping down beside him on the couch, you change the subject. “What are you watching?” He gives you a look, knows when you are deflecting, but still goes off on an explanation you only partially listen to.

You don’t want to tell him how that dinner just reinforced your decision to leave the village. You don’t want to tell him that every word from your old friend's mouth was so boring and slow that you felt like you were going insane. You cant tell him how your heart screams for the hustle and bustle of your city and your job.

Dad falls asleep early nowadays. You place a blanket over him, turn off the television and lights, and head upstairs. It’s an early night for you too. Or, it is supposed to be. You need to be up early to tackle the mountain.

But your mind keeps returning to your childhood friends. How did you all grow up to be so different? What happened? Saneka, the beauty queen of your class, who swore she would be an American actress, decided to marry Nakamura, the class weirdo who once ate glue. Is Ito, the man who wanted nothing more than to prove his worth by moving to the city, really happy working at a store in this village? They all had such big dreams. Did they give them up to live a quiet, peaceful life? Are they really happy like this?

“Move to Makkari?”

Your father's quiet plea rattles around in your brain. Could you be happy here, like them? Could you give up everything for a quiet, peaceful life? A safe life? What would you even do? Get a job with Tanaka and Ito at the storei? Find love amongst the minimal prospects and live a slow life? Your heart hurts at the thought. You look out your window from your bed. It isn’t a good angle to see the mountain, but the sight still does not disappoint. Stars dot the cloudless sky, constellations you once knew dance above your head. It is beautiful here. Beauty that cannot exist in a city.

You let out a frustrated groan and turn over to bury your face in your pillow. This train of thought will keep you awake for hours, you need to stop. Reaching over to the nightstand, you grab and your phone and find your music app. It takes a moment, but you find some nice background music to hopefully drown out your thoughts and put your earphones in. The sounds are able to relax you and give you something else to focus on rather than your own problems.

Luckily, you fall asleep not too long after.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You scream awake, sitting straight up with hands reaching up to cover your ears. Holy fuck that is loud. When your ears hit earphones, you grab them harshly and yank them out. The sound instantly gets quieter, distant now as they rest in your lap.

Well, that's a shocking way to wake up. Your body feels weird after waking up so suddenly, buzzing a bit as if you are in danger. You give yourself a few moments to just breathe until your body calms down, your brain mentally going through everything you need to do before your hike today. You are not planning to make it to the top, but you are hoping to make it at least further than the rocky ledge of yesterday.

Despite the sudden awakening, you feel sluggish as you finally make your way out of bed. It takes you a bit longer than normal to get everything done, but you still make it out the door within your desired time. You stop in at the local cafe, grabbing a large coffee, and heading out to the mountain. The coffee kicks in by the time you make it there, body buzzing with caffeine and excitement for your day. You park your car in its regular spot, an unassuming area with the smallest hint of a trail, and head out.

The sun is getting high in the sky by the time you pass the forest and reach the foot of the mountain. With the days getting shorter, maybe you should have tried to come earlier, but as it is you will have enough time for what you want to do. You make a quick reminder to start even earlier next time and begin the trek up.

It's a nice day, honestly, and you are enjoying yourself immensely as you climb. The trees have lost a lot of their leaves already, but there is a beauty in that as well. You hum quietly to yourself as you walk, eyes continuously scanning the surrounding area for any threats. With the trees as bare as they are, it’s actually pretty easy to keep an idea of your surroundings for most of the trail; however, up ahead it takes a rough corner through a group of rocks. The rocks completely obscure your view, and you are prepared to take that area slower than normal.That's when it happens.

You flinch as a figure rounds the corner ahead, coming into view quickly. A man. Your hand instinctively goes to fiddle at the clip for the spray. It takes you only a moment to recognize him as he turns, also pausing a second as he sees you.

It’s him. The asshole of the mountain.

He looks like he is on his way down, which is a bit odd considering the time of day. Did he stay overnight on the mountain?

You look over his outfit. It's slightly better than before. At least he is wearing a jacket, although it looks too light for the climate. But you still don’t see any protection items. He scoffs, bringing your attention back to his face. He starts to walk down the trail towards you, hands relaxed in his jacket pocket despite the rough terrain.

“You really should wear more protection if you are coming up to the mountain.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Maybe from a childhood of warnings and scary stories, of seeing people go up the mountain to never return, or possibly just frustration from your job at people who do not take the measures to protect themselves.

Your words are a bit sudden, sure, but the man doesn’t even acknowledge them. His eyes flicker to you briefly before he continues his descent. You are thrown off, made awkward at the complete lack of acknowledgment. What the? Who just completely ignores someone when they are talking? It’s obvious that you are talking to him, right?

“Hey, uh, sorry if I insulted you or something the other day.” You attempt, forcing a small smile. You reach for the spray at your hip and unclip it, offering it out. “But you really should take the bear spray. One of the villagers saw one the other day and…” You trail off as the man walks by you, completely ignoring your words.

Once again you are left standing holding out bear spray. What the absolute fuck. Your hand clutches the spray harder in anger as you spin to face his back. Well, fuck you too then . You narrow your eyes and raise a middle finger to his back, grinning when it goes unnoticed. Hah, take you fuck-

You hit the ground. The world spins wildly around you. The air is knocked out of you immediately and you gasp in the cold autumn air. Your hands grasp at the ground as if trying to steady you.

What happened?

You push yourself up a bit, glancing down at your body. Your right foot rests awkwardly on top of a tree root. You hadn’t seen it, too preoccupied with trying to one-up the asshole without him knowing. You move your foot a bit, but it doesn’t feel injured. It's a lucky break, honestly, as getting injured up here could spell a lot of trouble for you.

But you don’t feel too lucky as you lock eyes with the only other person on the trail. He has stopped walking, looking over his shoulder at you. You attempt the most prideful glare you can from your back on the ground. His eyes narrow briefly, but he turns to continue his walk down the mountain.

You wait until he is too far to see before letting out a loud groan. Your head rests back on the ground for a moment. Fuck. Of course, he saw that. Of course, the world wouldn’t give you this one win. After another moment of self-deprecation, you pull yourself up and wipe angrily at the dirt on your clothes.

In theory, the rest of the hike goes by peacefully. Nothing else happens, and normally you would be excited looking around at the nature surrounding you. In reality, you spend the entire time grumbling about a certain blonde. You make it to the same rock ridge you had been on the other day and climb up. The rocks are cold under your ass as you sit, a break. Part of you wants to give up for the rest of the day, your mood is already horrible. But you need to push forward if you want to make it to the top by the end of your month here.

After taking a quick look around the area, you reach into your pack and grab your sandwich and water bottle. Extremely basic, but you couldn’t be bothered to put more effort in this morning. You eat slowly, your brain unfortunately, stuck on the blond from earlier. What is his deal anyway? You chew angrily.

Once done, you shove the sandwich container and water bottle back into your pack, careful not to leave anything on the trail. You stretch and slide down the rocky ledge back to the trail.

A sound to your right. Something is there. Your head swings towards it, eyes focusing immediately on a potential threat.

It’s actually not a man this time. It's a bear. Fuck.

You reach down to your hip. Your hand grasps at just air. The spray is gone. Where the fuck did it... oh. You had been holding it when you fell, after offering it to the asshole. It must have rolled away. You didn’t even notice, too preoccupied with your anger.

“Fuck.” You back away slowly, quietly, hoping it hasn't seen you but unable to properly see its face in the trees. Another sound. Shit. It’s definitely walking towards you. You begin to take quicker steps backward, abandoning quietness for speed and distance from the creature. Reaching backward, you try to get a hand into your pack to grab the spare spray.

It charges, and against all things you know you should do, you panic. You let out a scream and turn, running into the trees.

Your heart pounds in your chest, breath catching harshly as you bolt through the trees. You dart between trees in hopes that the bigger animal can't maneuver as well. You don’t know where you are going, or exactly how far the bear is. But you can hear it. It is there. Getting closer every moment. Fuck. You can’t outrun a bear.

You’re gonna die. Fuck fuck.

There is a loud sound in the distance. A bang.

You can’t afford to think about it. You run,

A boom. You run.

Even closer now.

You run.

A boom behind you, large and wild, is all you hear before a powerful gust of hot wind rams into your back. You trip immediately, falling harshly to the ground and rolling into a tree. A cough rips out of your lungs. Your eyes snap open immediately after, hands pushing yourself up. Experience tells you not to stay down when danger is imminent. But the scene in front of you is not what you expect.

The area directly in front of you is destroyed. Where trees once stood are now scattered remains some smoking. In the middle of the new clearing is the blond. He stands with his back to you, looking into the trees. Your eyes immediately follow the direction he is looking to see a brown figure disappearing into the trees.

“What the fuck…” You whisper, blinking wildly. You lean back against the tree for support, closing your eyes briefly to focus on your breathing to calm down. Going into shock would not do you well right now. For a moment there is silence, the only sound being your deep breaths and the occasional snapping of a tree.

“Oi!” You open your eyes. The blond turns towards you, looking you over for a moment. “What happened to the fucking bear spray, idiot?” That unimpressed look appears on his face again, a scowl that sends shivers down your spine.

Fuck you. That is what your instincts tell you to say to that. But, he did just save your life. You grit your teeth together and force out a quiet ‘thank you’. You are not too sure if he heard you, but he doesn’t say anything. He turns, sliding his hands in his pocket to walk in the direction that you came from.

A second. He stops. “Well?” He looks back, intense gaze focused on you. “Move it, extra.”

Your eyes narrow, anger at being called an extra threatening to boil over. A calming breath and you pull yourself into a standing position. “Right.” You follow.

The walk down is quiet. You follow the blond a few feet behind, looking around the forest as you go. There is no more movement around you, the forest dead as if nothing had ever happened. But what had happened? You look at the man in front of you, biting your lip. Obviously, this had something to do with the blonds' quirk, right? How did he even get up there so fast?

Wait. Is that the noise you’ve been hearing from the mountain?

Eventually, you reunite with the trail, only a bit before the mountain merges into a flat forest. He stops, taking a step back and gesturing with a grunt for you to begin walking down. You pass him beginning the trek, but he isn't following. You pause, looking back. The blond stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you with those intense eyes.

What the hell is he doing up on the mountain? Why is he here? You narrow your eyes, considering him.

“What?” His gruff voice sounds muffled. “Y’wanna fuckin autograph or somethin’.”

Huh?

“Huh?” You repeat your thoughts. “Um, no, I just…” You trail off. In the end, he doesn’t seem to be doing anything bad up on the mountain. “Listen. Thank you for, uh, saving me.” You speak more confidently. “But you can’t be using your quirk like this without a license.”

His eyes widen, light eyebrows rising in surprise. “Hah?!”

“I mean, you are not the first person to come here thinking they can practice on the mountain without anyone knowing.” You continue. “Not only does it pose a huge risk to the local wildlife and mountain as a whole, but if you got hurt there would be nobody to help you.”

“Help me ?!" That gruff voice got louder, angrier. His shoulders tense. You put your hands up in a placating gesture.

“I won’t say anything, promise. I owe you one after that.” You continue. “But I can hear you from the village, and I’m sure others will too. I’d hate for someone to call the police or the heroes on you.”

A brief silence, where the blond looks a weird mix of shocked and completely pissed off. You take that as your opportunity to leave before he gets really angry, turning on your heel and beginning the rest of your hike. Your hand runs over the extra can of bear spray now solidly clipped to your hip.

You make it through the bottom of the mountain quickly with no further incident. The sight of your car on the side of the road fills you with relief. Honestly, you were not sure if you’d ever see it again. You run your hand over the hood thoughtfully as you walk around to the driver's side.

A booming sound echoes from further up the mountain. You look up, but see nothing. A few more sounds after. Then quiet.

“Fucking idiot.” You muse, turning on the engine.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Freddie’s 40th birthday; Freddie Mercury x reader

*Author’s note*

In honor of the legend’s 74th birthday, as apart of my Rock Angel series, I have written up this little filler chapter centered around Freddie’s birthday. It’s unbelievable that had he lived today, we would’ve been celebrating his 74th bday. But as it is said in the Sandlot ‘Heroes get remembered, but legends never die’. Happy birthday Freddie Mercury, wherever you are, know that you are loved and are continued to be loved by generations of people that are just getting to know you or people that have followed/known you when you were alive.

Enjoy my lovelies and until the next update :)

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*Sept. 7th, 1986*

I was looking myself over in the mirror seeing how my cowgirl hat looked. It wasn’t anything fancy just a simple leather khaki hat that belonged to mum who gave it to me just for this party. I brushed the ends of my hair before Jack came in wearing his Indiana Jones hat.

“Look at you my little cowgirl.”

“Now don’t you dare say something naughty or else you’re going to get it.” Jack faked a gasp.

“How dare you suggest I’d say such a thing.”

“Please Jack. You may look all sweet and innocent but even you can go Freddie Mercury dirty. Or worse Deacy leveled of rottenness.”

“Never did I think he could think such thoughts.”

“You do realize that his first song Misfire was all about pre-ejaculation right?”

“Okay subject change please!” I shoved him and said.

“You started it.”

“Nu-uh!”

“Oh shut it you. Now remind me again why you didn’t want to wear a cowboy hat?”

“You know what those hats do to me. Plus….” He stroked the rim of his Indie hat, “this makes me look cooler.” His brow quirked as he smirked in the mirror trying to be sexy (which he was but I’ll never admit that out loud).

“But then we could’ve been a matching set at the party. Fred would’ve been all gushed up about it.”

“You know this day is about him right?”

“Correction two days ago was all about him. This is his birthday party. Thankfully it won’t be as crazy as last years. Yeesh. I still don’t remember how Roger and I ended up in that closet together.”

“Let alone with your shirt over his face.”

“Oh god yeah that—most awkward thing ever. But I think I recall saying something like ‘it’s too hot in this hellhole for me!’ Or some random thing like that. At least that’s what Deacy said he heard. God we had sooo much tequila that night. Never again.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me and pecked my cheek.

“Yeah cause I wouldn’t want to think that my wife was screwing around with her father figure.”

“EWW! Now that is something I know that not even drunk me would do. Why put that image into my brain oh god JACK!!!” he laughed as I began hitting his arm.

“Ow! Okay! Okay I’m sorry!”

“You better be. Now what time is it?”

“6:40.”

“Shit we better get going!” I grabbed his hand and we took off out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

In the living room our sitter Derek aka ‘Dancing man’ Anderson, who was also one of my roadies on tour, was already feeding our daughter.

“Okay Derek, we’re heading out. Again thank you soo much for volunteering to babysit for me. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do this much…….”

“Relax (Y/n). I’ve had 3 kids so I know how this works. Thankfully I was in the neighborhood. Plus I get the chance to see the kid before the rest of the roadies do.” I shook my head at him.

Derek had been one of my first roadies ever since I became the Rock Angel. He was about the same age as Roger was and if I’m being honest, he’s kinda like Roger in a way. In fact if I remember correctly it was Roger’s roadie Crystal that recommended Derek to me. He’s great with electronics and lighting and he’s basically the ringleader since he’s the only one of my original team that has stuck with me for the past five years.

“Okay so her bottles are in the fridge and I’ve laid out instructions on how to warm them up. Her bedtime is in two hours, and her favorite story is ‘Oh the places you’ll go’. And ohh I know I’m forgetting something.”

“Angel, relax. I’ve got this. Jack gave me the full rundown about an hour ago while you were deciding on your hat. Give my birthday regards to Fred.”

“We will. Thanks again Derek.” Jack said as the two of them shook hands with each other.

“No prob, you two kids have fun. And don’t worry mini Angel will be safe and sound.”

“Alright, bye baby girl. Mummy loves you.” I leaned down and pecked my daughter’s cheek repeatedly then Jack came down and kissed the top of her head which was starting to sprout my hair color and told her.

“Daddy loves you too sweetheart.” Jack and I picked up our gifts for Freddie and we walked out the door and headed to the car.

To my surprise Jack actually offered to drive to Freddie’s place at Garden Lodge. I looked at him surprised and switched seats with him and I must admit I’m surprised that he’s managed to get driving in England down.

“Wow Jack I must say, you’ve really adapted to our way of driving, haven’t yah?”

“Well seeing you guys drive all the time kinda helped me out a bit more. Plus those old driving lessons from Deacy also helped as well.”

“So I got to ask. American style of driving or UK style of driving.”

“Oh American hands down. I still fear that I’m gonna ram into someone driving on this side of the road.”

“Guess we both feel that way. When your cousin Jensen gave me my first car driving lessons, I was terrified beyond belief. Not only was it something totally different, but also just driving on the side of the road that I’ve never driven on. But you’re doing good baby. I’m proud of you.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said.

“Hey now, no need to get frisky. I’m the one behind the wheel here.”

“You are just full of snappy comebacks today aren’t yah?” he grinned at me and continued to drive on.

After a while we finally arrived at Freddie’s place just ten minutes past 7. Jack parked the car just a few yards away from the entrance of Garden Lodge and the two of us walked hand in hand towards the entrance. I pressed the buzzer at the gate and that’s when Jim’s voice came on the intercom and he said.

‘Hello?’

“Hey Jim it’s Jack and (Y/n). We made it.”

‘Ahh the Kline couple, come right on in.’ the gate let out a buzz and Jack opened the door and tipped his hat just like Indiana Jones as he did his best Harrison Ford impression.

“My lady.”

“Why thank you Dr. Jones.” I said in my best Southern accent before walking right on in and he followed behind me.

We walked across the front garden and I couldn’t help but admire the flowers that grew down the runway towards the house. We walked up the steps and Jack knocked on the door and soon answering the door wearing a pink boa with an angel halo on top of his head was the Queen himself, Freddie Mercury.

“Well about fucking time you two got here. I was beginning to think you both skipped out on me.”

“Please Fred. If we wanted to, you’d never let us hear the end of it.” I teased him. He chuckled and smiled that wide smile of his before extending his arms out and the two of us hugged and kissed each other.

“And Jack. Handsome and dashing as ever.” Freddie praised.

“Thanks Fred.” Jack blushed.

“And a couple’s costume at that. I swear I think you two will upstage me. And I’m supposed to be the birthday boy here.”

“Oh well Fred actually we’re not doing a couple’s costume. At least not anymore we aren’t.”

“Oh well then Jack what kind of hat is this supposed to be?” Fred said as he stroked the rim of Jack’s Indiana Jones hat.

“Wow and I thought you would’ve at least seen at least one of the films. This is an Dr. Indiana Jones hat.”

“A doctor you say, well what the fuck kind of doctor wears that kind of hat?”

“He’s also an archeologist that goes on adventures Fred.” I explained to him. Freddie ahhed in understandment.

“Okay now I see. Well besides all that, come on in my darlings the party’s just beginning.” Fred opened the front door wider and allowed Jack and I to enter inside.

And amazingly while there were a lot of people there, it wasn’t as full crazed as his birthday party last year. It was mellow, quieter, people making small talk amongst friends. It was a nice change for once (especially after the after party for the Magic tour).

The party went on and as Fred and I stood side by side of each other looking out at the other party guests I turned to him and said.

“You know I’m really surprised Fred. You really mellowed out.”

“Well darling the older you get, the less of a party animal you become. Even the champ must lose at one point.”

“All these metaphors and old saying you’ve been saying throughout this past year, I swear Fred you should be a philosopher.”

“As great as some of their sayings are, they’d be boring to meet in real life. And dear I refuse to be boring.” He playfully dipped my hat forward covering my eyes. I groaned and playfully shoved him as I readjusted my hat.

That’s when I noticed a band on his right ring finger.

I took his hand and held it and looked up at him and asked him intrigued.

“And just what is this Fred?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know.” Fred teased me.

“C’mon Fred. You know as well as I that this ring isn’t like any of the old concert rings you used to wear ten years ago. So out with it.” Fred looked around before clasping my hand with his and he dragged me off upstairs where we would have some privacy.

We made it to his master suite and there I saw Delilah and Goliath both sunning themselves on the bed.

“It’s from Jim.” Freddie spoke softly as he stared down at th ring lovingly. “He gave it to my just before everyone got here. A sorta—one year anniversary present. I would wear it on my left hand if I could but—you know how people are these days when it comes to relationships. Especially with mine.”

I walked up to him and cupped his face between my hands. He and I stared at each other and I said to him.

“I’m happy for you Fred. Truly I am. And hell if it were up to me, I’d have you and Jim married tonight if you both wanted to.”

“I know you would darling.” He very gingerly pinched my cheek.

“And……people can be bastards. They think that sexual relationships have to be in a straight fashion. Even Johanna and Graham thought that way. Any trace of homosexuality, they’d treat them as if they were scum of the scum. They’d even tried to brainwash me into believing it as well. But thankfully I have more common sense than them or anyone else that thinks that way. Love is Love. As long as two people are happy and in love with each other, so long as they are of legal age, then it doesn’t matter.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“A lioness with a heart of gold. Your parents would be proud of you darling.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Who knows maybe one day the world can change and have people of the same sex get married. And when that day comes, I’ll be right there at your side as your Maid of honor.” Freddie softly smiled and said.

“I’ll let you plan the whole thing out if you want.”

“Good cause you know I’ve got some suggestions.”

“You did learn from the best.”

“Also I’m gonna tell you what you once told me when Jack and I first became a couple. If he breaks your heart, or makes you cry like that last bastard of a man you had, I’ll pop him off his arse till he’s in a coma.”

We both softly laughed and pecked each other’s cheeks before embracing each other tightly. “Never change my darling Rock Angel.”

“Never Freddie. So long as you never change either.”

“With you by my side, I doubt I ever will.” We both softly laughed.

“C’mon. I’m betting everyone’s wondering where the birthday boy is at.” We took each other’s hands once more and walked out of his master suite and headed back downstairs.

Everyone gathered in the back garden as Jim, Terry and Phoebe pulled out the cake (which was sculpted into the shape of an orange, black and white patterned cat standing on a podium with its paw up in the air).

Once the sparkling candles were lit, we all sang Happy birthday to Freddie. Freddie stood by his cake smiling and gushing about till the end of the song before finally blowing out his candles.

“I better not expect a girl wearing a cat costume to pop out and ruin this cake!” we all laughed and that’s when Jim came up to him and delicately cut the bottom part of the cake. As Jack and I sat together I couldn’t take my eyes off of Freddie.

He was just radiating this pure energy as he chatted away with Phoebe, Jim and his other friends that he knew outside of Queen. He truly was a ray of sunshine who made everyone laugh and smile, and I am so glad that he got out of Prenter’s grasp when he did cause this this was the Freddie I knew and loved.

“He seems happier with Jim.” Jack said to me as he ate a piece of his cake.

“He does. He finally found himself a little niche in life. And I’m happy for him.”

“So they’re really together, aren’t they?” Jack asked me. Of course there wasn’t any hatred or disgust as my husband spoke those words, he genuinely wanted to know whether or not Freddie and Jim were seriously an item or not.

“They are. And I can see that it’s real love between those two. I hope they stay together for a long, long time. They’re good for each other.”

“I’ll admit it, even though I’ve never really seen a gay romance for myself. I think they really do love each other.”

“It’s just like us. Like Deacy and Ronnie, like any other straight marriage or relationship. It doesn’t matter the gender of the person so long as two people love each other and care about one another. Love is Love.”

“I can get behind that.” Jack said as he nuzzled his face into my neck making me giggle softly.

It was about an hour after sunset when the party finally came to a close. Everyone bid their goodbyes to Freddie and when I had invited Fred and Jim to come and have tea tomorrow, that’s when I found out that they would actually be leaving for Japan tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh wow Japan. You two going on your honeymoon?” I playfully nudged Fred.

“It’s not so much a honeymoon dear. Just a way for Jim and I to get to know each other a little more without all the press and cameras stalking us.”

“Understood. Those blood-sucking leeches.”

“Tell me about it.” He grumbled.

“Well I hope you both have a safe trip and enjoy yourselves.”

“We will darling. And I’ll be sure to pick something up for the mini-angel’s birthday in a couple months. As well as a souvenir gift.”

“You know she’s still a baby right?”

“So what? Just because she’s a baby doesn’t mean I have to stop spoiling her.” I rolled my eyes and embraced Freddie and he hugged me back.

“You’re gonna drive me to early grey hair Mercury.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling.” He said in a posh tone. “As I’ve always said you’re gonna be an ageless beauty. It’s me and the other guys that’ll age like milk.” I slapped his arm then we kissed each other goodbye then Jack and I took our leave.

When we arrived back home, we came in to see Derek sitting on the couch watching the news.

“How was the party?” he asked us.

“Mellow but fun. How was our girl?” Jack said.

“Barely gave me any trouble, unlike my own daughter when she was that age. The only fuss she made was when I had to change her nappie before bed.”

“She’s done that with us too. Mum hopes she’ll grow out of it soon.” I said as I walked up to him.

‘Growing cases of the AIDS and HIV virus continues to climb. So far in England alone more than 1000 confirmed deaths have occurred due to the virus…..’ I shut the TV off and muttered angrily.

“I hate the news. They never have anything positive to say. All it is is just death, gang bangs, cults, economy crashes, war, or this new virus that’s been coming up.”

“Don’t let it affect you too much Angel, you don’t need to have all that negativity floating in your head. Well I best be off.”

“Thanks again Derek, I’ll send you your payment in the morning.” I told him.

“No need. This one’s on the house. Have a good night Angel, Jack.”

“Night Derek. Drive safely.” Jack told him as Derek grabbed his coat and keys then left the house.

Jack and I changed out of our party clothes and got into our pajamas and cuddled close together.

“G’night Jack.” I yawned.

“G’night my love. Sweet dreams.” Jack whispered. He kissed my forehead as the two of us fell asleep cuddled under the sheets.

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Omg can we get an ask like the one about gil being bff with the reader but instead with mattie and alfie? like shes bffs with mattie and returns alfie's feelings uwu thank! ♥♥♥

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The American winced as he came down the stairs, the familiar feeling of jealousy boiling in his stomach.

You were laying on the couch with his brother, your legs sprawled out over his lap. Mathews arm laid over your thighs as both of you stared at the show playing too engrossed in it to even know he was there. Rolling his eyes he hopped off the last step and walked past the TV into the kitchen.

“Hey Allie.” You mumbled, using his nickname. That little recognition made the jealousy die down slightly. He mumbled ‘hi’ back before digging around the cabinets to find something to snack on. Loud laughing was heard from the other room and he made the mistake of looking. You were clinging onto Mathews arm as wave after wave of laughter fell upon you both. Before he could stop himself he slammed the cabinet door shut, grabbing a bag of chips and marching up the steps.

“What was that about?” You whispered after the Americans door slammed shut. The Canadian shrugged his large shoulders.

“I don’t know. He probably lost to Gil In PUBG.” Mathew chuckled. You looked at him with concerned eyes.

“I know but it always freaks me out when he is angry. I mean, when he does shït hits the fan.” You whispered. Mathew nodded his head in agreement.

“You should go talk to him. He is in love with you afterall.” Mathew urged, nudging you with his elbow. You pushed him away playfully a blush across your cheeks.

“Whatever.” You sighed. Yes you knew about the Americans crush on you. It happened when you walked in on the two brother fighting.

✨flashback✨

“This is exactly like you! You always have to one up me. I can’t just have one thing to myself!” Mathews yelling made you stop in your tracks. You were in the foyer of their home, and you could see Mathew and Alfred standing in the livingroom. Alfred had his back turned to you, but Mathew was facing you. He didn’t see you yet.

“I can’t help my feelings! It has nothing to do with you! That’s the problem you take everything so personally!” Mathew rolled his eyes at the American. You could see both men’s shoulders shaking slightly and they looked like they were about the jump over the couch to wrestle one another.

“No! It definitely does had something to do with me. You’re just jealous That someone is finally paying attention to me instead of you!” Mathew yelled. You jumped a little at the loudness of his voice. Alfred groaned on annoyance and rubbed at his face harshly.

Your mind was reeling. Who were they talking about. You wondered for a quick second if it was you, but you quickly brushed the thought away. There’s no way Allie could like you! But you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling that arose on your stomach at the thought.

“I love her okay! What do you expect! She’s around here 24/7. We spend holidays together, birthdays together! You think I’m not going to grow attached to her! I know it sucks because she’s your best friend, but I can’t stand around and watch her eventually be with someone else! Wouldn’t that be better? Her dating me instead of some asshole that doesn’t see how amazing she truly is? She is obviously still going to be your best friend and I won’t get in the way of that, I promise. But I need her to know how I feel.” Alfred’s voice had died down to a normal tone as he spoke. Your body froze.

‘I know it sucks because she’s your best friend.’ Those words rang over and over in your head. You were Mathews best friend. There was no doubt about it. Your eyes were trained on the Canadian wondering what he would say.

“What happens if you two break up? I’m not going to stop seeing her. She has been my best friend for 7 years! You don’t get to ruin that.” Mathew was stern. His arms crossed over his chest as he looked at his brother intensely.

“If we broke up- which we won’t. Then I promise I won’t make her uncomfortable.”

“What is she doesn’t return your feelings?”

‘I do.’ You though quietly to yourself.

“Then I’ll make sure to make myself scarce. I want her to be comfortable and safe just as much as you do.” Alfred sighed. Mathew eyed him up and down suspiciously.

“I know you’re my brother, but she’s my best friend. I don’t want either of you getting hurt.” Mathew trailed off. Alfred nodded his head.

✨End flashback✨

A little while after that Alfred had gone back upstairs and Mathew saw you peaking your head around the corner. You two both had a long discussion about how all of you felt and you both decided you weren’t going to pay any attention to it unless Alfred confessed. It’s been a month and he hasn’t yet.

“Go up and talk to him.” Mathew pressed, smirking down at you.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “I don’t want him to snap at me and we are in the middle of our show.” You reasoned. Mathew laughed and ruffled your hair.

“Maple, Go talk to him.” The Canadian cupped your chin with one hand, ensuring you looked him in the eyes. “We both know what this is about.” You smiled softly and nodded your head, hopping up from the couch.

You darted up the stairs and made your way to the door with the large American flag painted on it. You brought your hand up and knocked loudly. The door quickly opened and the American looked down at you with a smile. Good so he isn’t still mad.

“Is it because I slammed the doors? Sorry about that, Gil beat me at PUBG again.” You could tell the American was lying. You shrugged and motioned your hand asking if you could come in. Alfred quickly opened the door allowing you to come in. You had only been in his room a select number of times. He had a navy blue bed spread and a red rug/pillows. He had his comic book collection framed and put on display and he had a huge bookshelf filled with movies and video games. His bathroom door was closed and he quickly shut his closet door as soon as you walked in. His room was surprisingly clean except for a few soda cans on his gaming desk and on his window sill.

You plopped down on the bed, and he quickly sat next to you.

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me something bad.” Alfred sighed. He leaned back and rested his head against the wall. You smiled nervously and twiddled your fingers.

“I don’t think it’s bad, and I hope you don’t either.” Your voice came out a little quieter than you intended. You took a few deep breath and looked at the American who was staring at you with wide, concerned eyes. You bit your lip trying to find the right words. Alfred leaned forward and gripped your hand assuringly. That gave you the small boost of confidence you needed.

“I like you, a lot.” You smiled. You quickly adverted youe eyes away from him and chose to look at the floor. Your face was suddenly cupped by to large hands and you were forced to look at Alfred. His eyes gleamed and he had a soft smile on his face.

“Like-Like?” He questioned. You rolled your eyes and nodded your head.

“I’m practically in love with you.” You cringed as that came out, covering your mouth. Alfred laughed and pressed you against his chest, tucking you under his chin.

“I’m practically in love with you too- well no, I am in love with you, but don’t worry you’ll get there too.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “What about Matt?” He whispered, after a while. You snuggled deeper into his chest and looked up at him. He rested his forehead against yours looking down at you expectantly. You blushed as his blue eyes sparkled down at you with such raw emotion.

“We talked about it. He’s mostly okay with it. But I am still going to be spending a lot of time with him.” You warned.

“I wouldn’t want you not to spend time with him.”

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eugenesmorphine · 4 years

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Hi can i get some Talbert fluff? Like I’ve seen gifs of him fiddling with his bottom lip with his hand when he’s nervous or concentrating so maybe something like that? Like maybe the reader sees him doing it and decides to distract him with a kiss? Thanks so much i hope it’s not too confusing🙈

Special Mission // Floyd Talbert Imagine

AN: Alright, ngl I'm not to confident with this one. But I worked on it for a couple days so I hope you enjoy. And with my tumblr being kind of messed up for some reason, I couldn;t get the gif of Talbert fiddling with his bottom lip. So my bad.

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“Paratroopers L/N, Talbert, Martin, Shifty, and Liebgott! Front and center!" Speirs boomed, crossing his arms as he stood next to Winters. All the Paratrooper's whose name was listed popped their heads up. Scrambling upwards and jogging over to the two officers. Standing at attention, awaiting to hear what they were called for. Winters folded his hands behind his back and five Paratroopers that stood in front of him.

"You men, and lady are going on a Patrol. Captain Speirs is going to lead it. But, there is one thing," The superior officer's eyes landed on the female and leveled in on her. She gulped slightly. "L/N, since you are the smallest and one of the quickest, you are going to edge your way into the main house. Your skills of stealth, agility, and hand to hand combat through the years had shown your able to do this piece of the mission. We need you to get in and out with information needed as quiet as possible. Not alerting any other Germans outside of that house. The rest of the men will be held back about thirty yards away, making sure that in case of any emergency, they have your six.

The woman swallowed, never really having this dangerous or valuable. She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't disappoint," she answered, smiling slightly. She would be lying that even the idea of doing this patrol by herself didn't shoot a shot of adrenaline through her body. The two officers looked at each other for a moment, nodding before looking back at the troopers lined in front of them.

"Dismissed."

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Y/N along with the other men were getting themselves ready for the patrol that was set for the night. Talbert walked up from behind her, peering over her shoulder. Watching as she loaded her sidearm and was busy sharpening her knife. He began fiddling with his bottom lip as the anxiety of having her go in a building filled with Krauts in a town that was considered fully hostile. He fiddled, pinched, and pulled his bottom lip.

"Y/N you aren't actually going to go through with right?" Floyd asked as he chuckled nervously. The female trooper turned and her eyebrows knotted, confused on why he may ask that. He bit his bottom lip and pulled off his helmet for a second. His sweat filled hair flopping town and sticking to his forehead. "It's practically a suicide mission, doll."

Y/N could hear the edge in his voice, but orders were orders. And she knew that Winters was a smart man, and she believed greatly in her skills that she could complete the mission. She sighed and rested her weight on her left foot. Placing down her side arm and her knife on the small table that sat behind her. The woman crossed her arms. "Orders are orders, Tab. I can do this mission. You heard Winters, he believes I can do it.I haven't seen one plan of that man's ever fail. I can do this," she answered, faith and strength in her voice. Floyd sighed and went back to fidgeting with lips. Y/N noticed this behavior that he did whenever he was focused, deep in thought, or extremely nervous. She took a step forward and placed a hand on his cheek. Using the other hand to lower his hand that was connected to his lip down to his side. His slight stubble scratching at the inside of her palm. Floyd took a deep breath and stared at his lover.

"Floyd, I got this. I promise you I'll make it out of there fine and dandy," she smiled. Floyd smiled down at her, feeling his anxiety only melt away slightly. Not fully. But he believed in Y/N, more than anything. Y/N pressed her lips against Floyd's softly before reached down and holding his hand softly. Pulling away to happily see Floyd's goofy grin. "Now, wanna go make out for a bit before we have to head out?" she asked, giggling slightly. Already pulling him along to their bunking area.

"Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"

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The group of Troopers edged along the edge of town, hidden by the darkness of the night. With Captain Speirs leading them forward. He held his hand up, signalling the group of Troopers to come to a halt. He looked back and turned his body towards them. "Y/N, are you ready?" he whispered. Y/N popped up and nodded. They went over this process hundreds of times. She knew what she needed to do better than anyone right now. But she was still so nervous. Something so small could change everything. Her mind quickly flooded with the patrol with Jackson, his own grenade brought his painful demise. Y/N tried to blink back the thoughts and only think of the positive. Just getting the mission done and get in and out. But the memories always itched their way in.

She took off her helmet, tossing her rifle to the side along with her heavier jacket. The men sat there watching her, confused on why the woman was discarding the equipment that would protect her. Especially Talbert, who already began pulling on his lower lip watching the trooper.

"Hey, doll. Don't you need all that stuff?" asked Tab, his voice shaking slightly with worry. Y/N looked at him chuckled softly. She dropped her head down then looked back up at him.

"Without that stuff, I'm less noticeable. I can sneak around quieter and I can get in and out of places without being seen," she answered as she stood. Looking at her Captain and giving him a nod. Which he reciprocated. Y/N turned as gave a sincere look at her boyfriend who sat in a ball of nerves. And quickly she was off, hiding in the shadows and coming up to the large house's back wall. Pressing her back against the bridge surface.

A hand came down on Talbert's shoulder. Peeling him out of tunnel focused mind and turning his head toward the person's hand. It was Shifty. One of his closest friend within the company. "Don't worry bud, she's got this. We all know it," he reassured, even with his voice at a whisper, he could hear the faith in his voice. Floyd's focus went right back on his woman, who was now creeping along the wall and stopping at the window. His breath hitched as he saw a German soldier standing right in the window. The window was open, so if she made any noise that was loud enough to draw attention, she would be compromised.

"Sure maybe we should-" Liebgott began, but quickly he stopped as the men watched the woman yank the German right out the window, covering his mouth and drilling her knife into the side of his neck. Puncturing the artery. Keeping his mouth covered until he died. The men looked in shock. Not ever seeing a woman do something as barbaric. Well, it was clear enough that Y/N L/N wasn't just any other woman. Christ, she was the first female Paratrooper ever. Joe just clamped his mouth shut while the Captain chuckled.

Y/N climbed into the window, dropping quietly into the house and crouch walking behind a small pile of crates. She stayed still and silent, listening to hear if there was any sounds of boots or voices within the room. When she heard none, a short and quiet sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stood slowly. Looking around the room quickly but closely. Spotting a desk and making her way over there. She bent down and looked at the papers that scattered it. Y/N huffed as she tried reading the papers, but unlike Webster and Liebgott, she had no idea how idea how to read German.

As soon, as she picked up another piece of paper, she heard a set of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Leutnant, sind Sie da unten? Wir müssen einige Dinge besprechen," (Lieutenant, are you down there? We must discuss some things.) the voice boomed. Y/N cursed under her breath when she shoved the papers deep into her pocket and looked around. The German already reached the floor before she could hide. Making direct eye contact with the woman, her blood running cold. "Amerikanisch! Amerikanisch!" (American! American!) he started shouting aiming his weapon. And the female took this as a point that these papers are by far enough, she must've grabbed at least ten or more papers. She took off towards the window, hearing the loud gun shots hit the wall next to her ran, jumping out the window. The sound of more three more Krauts coming into the room, already firing their weapons.

Y/N's boots hit the deck and shook took off into the side of the building. Going straight towards the dark patch and little dip valley between the road and field. Talbert and the rest of the men sat there. Listening to the gun fire and shouting. Watching as the Germans looked out the window. He began to hyperventilate, they didn't see the woman leave, but they definitely heard the shots. "No, no, no!" he tried to stand, but Speirs yanked him right back down. Looking at him.

Meanwhile, Y/N was edging her way along the ditch. Pressing her hand to the stinging wound from a bullet skimming her right arm. She pressed on, trying not to alert any of the Krauts that were now starting swarm outside of the building. She saw a small opening where she could make it if she ran as fast as she could. Y/N stood up, seeing her target of her men, starting to inch their way back. She pressed her lips together and taking off. Pushing herself harder than she ever had in her life, her legs burning as she sprinted.

Thankfully, she made it to the group of men, dropping down besides them. They all quickly aimed their weapons at her. "Flash!" Speirs spoked. Y/N put her hands up and smiled slightly.

"Thunder," she responded. Floyd scrambled to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Squeezing her hard. Y/N squeaked a little bit. "Alright, Tab. I missed you too but I'm wounded, and you're kind of squeezing the wound." Talbert pulled away quickly, scanning over her body for the injuries. Y/N went and grabbed his left hand, which was pulling on his lip still. "Babe, a bullet just skimmed me. I'm fine. I got the information needed in these papers. I just need to get Doc to patch me up and I'm fine," the trooper reassured. Floyd nodded, pursing his lips as he handed the woman her helmet, jacket, and rifle. She smiled as they began to walk back with a purpose. Not wanting to attract the Germans that were now circling the area.

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The small group of Paratroopers entered the building that Lipton, Nixon, and Winters were in. The three men looked at the group, Y/N smiled as she walked over. Pulling out the folded papers out of her pocket and handing them to Winters. "There should be about ten papers, they looked important. They were all I could get, they might have a little bit blood on them," she chuckled as the officer took the papers and unfolded them. Looking through the small stack. He looked up at the female with a smile. But his eyes quickly followed to the wound that was placed on the side of her arm.

"Great job Y/N, but that wound on your arm looks pretty nasty. Talbert take her to Doc while Liebgott deciphers these papers. Everyone else, go get some rest. You guys need it," The officer ordered. Everyone nodded and went there separate ways. Whilst Floyd practically dragged Y/N to wherever Doc was set up.

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When the two got back to their bunking area after Y/N got finished getting fixed up, she was busy carefully peeling off her bloody service shirt and tossing it to the side. Poor Floyd was now pacing back and forth. Stuck in his mind that one little thing could of happened and could've changed everything. Like Y/N could of stumbled slightly and the shot that skimmed her arm could have been fatal. That maybe if she wasn't as close as she was to the window, that maybe they could have shot her dead right there. Or even worse, made her a prisoner of war. And just the thought of him not being able to do anything to help his only real thing to fight for in this war. That he could've lost her so fast, and might not even be able to get her body. He felt his stomach turn and his blood go cold. Running a hand through his thick hair and pulling at the ends. Using his other hand to bring it back up to his bottom lip, pulling on his some more. His lips now slightly red and swollen from the amount of times he had been fidgeting with it.

Y/N stood there and sighed, tilting her head to her the side slightly. Observing her boyfriend's actions for a second. She walked up to him slowly. Putting a hand on his shoulder and turning him towards her. Getting him to stop pacinng. He looked down at her, where she just had a soft smile on her face as she gently took his hand out of his hair and into her own hand. Whilst she took the hand that was connected to his lower lip and placed it on her waist. Using her free hand to cup his cheek and pull him down to gently place her lips onto his.

Floyd immediately melted against the woman kiss. Intertwining his fingers with on of her hands with gripping her waist a little tighter with the other. Closing his eyes as he just melted into the touch of his woman. Feeling better as his realized that Y/N was safe, that nothing bad truly did happen. That she was alive and living another day with him. She was real, alive, and all those scenarios that he played over in his head didn't happen and won't happen.

Y/N pulled away from his lips slowly. "Feel better?" she asked with the same smile she won him over with. He chuckled and put his other hand on her waist and swooped her up. She laughed and threw her head back as he carried her to the bed, sat down and placed her on his lap.

"After this war Y/N, I'm taking you home, putting the biggest ring on that finger and having a the biggest wedding. And I'm going to get you the best house and start a family with you," he preached. Placing his lips back on hers. Y/N smiled against Floyd's lips.

"Floyd Talbert, I'm going to hold you to it. And babe, you have to stop pulling on your lip! It's getting all swollen! I won't be able to kiss you if you keep at it," she giggled. Floyd dipped his head into the crook of Y/N's neck and started placing small kisses on the surface of her skin. Humming softly on her skin. She giggled as the sensation tickled.

"I know, doll, I know. I just can't help it. Now hush up and cuddle with me so we can sleep. You need some rest," he pulled her down onto the bed and snuggled into her. She wiggled closer to his chest wrapping her arms tightly around his torso, their legs entangled.

"Floyd, I love you," Y/N exhaled, closer her eyes. Tab kissed her forehead softly and buried his nose into her hair. Smiling softly as the weight of his tired eyelids took over.

"I love you too, doll," But Y/N was already asleep. Her soft snores could already be heard. Floyd chuckled and just pulling the blanket up over them. Being careful not to touch or hurt her wrapped arm.

"I love you more than you would ever know."

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sporadic-writer · 4 years

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Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 3

Harrison x American!reader (nothing hella specific other than mentioning the states, so try pretending if you aren’t American. If not.. sorry?)

Warnings: same as before, swearing, mentions of weed and alcohol (because I enjoy both safely and responsibly), and um I think that’s it.

Note: I made this a Harrison fic because I feel we need more of those in the world. Also, this fic doesn’t have like, an idk.. overarching story/theme yet? other than reader and Harrison stuff. Lastly, this fic is a result of bits of writing courage during a writer’s block mess. I have a better concept for the next chapter. So sorry this could count as a filler or fun simple read.

Part 1 here Part 2 here

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"What about just a casual cookout?" This was the 3rd idea he has asked out loud.

Sam and Harry watched Harrison all but pace as he spit balled ideas to have their new neighbor over. The whole morning he was thinking through stuff to do that wasn't too much for quarentine. It was starting to end, but he didn't want to push anything.

The other men in his presence groaned. "Jesus just ask her to come hang out! No agenda, just invite her here to hang out and then you can get to know her!" Sam suggested in a shout back to his friend. "Stop fucking moping about here like a nervous puppy." That last statement was a quieter grumble.

Tuwaine nodded in agreement. "You're starting to get annoying Haz. We all like her, so having her here is fine. Then you buddy up to her in the process." This seemed to help the blonde settle.

"Harry! You talked to her a little more earlier today. Any info I can use to break the ice one on one?" Harrison looked to his friend hopefully.

The man in question rolled his eyes. "We barely talked. Her room and bathroom windows are right next to my room. We talked because she apologized thinking her music was loud and coming into mine. Then we made small talk a little before she went to the store."

An idea sparked in Harrison's head about conversation ideas next time he saw you. Music was always a great ice breaker. He remembered you wore a Green Day shirt one time, so that's something. Also, he has heard you singing to yourself on your deck; some Irish band his mother listened to sometimes. He mentally scanned his music selection in his room. Just then he heard a car door shut outside. He asked if it was you and Tom nodded yes after peaking out the window. He calmly dashed outside with Tuwaine and Sam following seeing what the commotion was. Plus, Sam left stuff in his car.

Walking towards your front door you heard your neighbor's open and noticed Harrison looking right at you. You looked over with wide at men rushing towards you, but smiled and greeted them once seeing their familliar faces.

"Hey guys!" You attempted a small wave with your things in your hands.

Sam and Tuwaine nodded and waved in repsonse. Harrison looked a little flustered. "Hey y/n. Um I had a question for you."

Your smile didn't help his nervousness. "Shoot." You replied while walking to your door, then working on unlocking it.

Upon no response, you looked at him to see him open and close him mouth once, and just had a slight 'umm' noise come out. It was sweet. There was a simplistic charm about people getting slightly nervous over being around othee people they were into. You were no fool, you had seem him peak glances at you through his yard and window upstairs. Now you watched him try to gain courage to simply ask you a question. You thought about doing it yourself, but you are a tad old school and see if the guy will get to it. Once impatient, you'll ask him. But now you watched him as his hair moved lightly in the breeze of the cool London air. Not to mention he looked handsome as ever in his sweater. Wonder if it is as soft as it looks...?

"Y/N! What are you doing tomorrow love?" Twuaine bit the bullet for Harrison since he couldn't get a full question out. You snapped out of your trance. Luckily the distance helped hide your embarrassment.

She checked the date on her phone lockscreen. "Umm I work tomorrow 7 to like 4. So after that a shower, maybe a nap, then nothing. Why?"

Rather than the one who asked reply, Harrison finally jumped in and spoke. "Want to come over tomorrow? We were going have dinner and watch the match and relax one more night for sure before things start up again for us." Tom just got final shooting schedules and he knew things would soon pick up for him most likely in following. As much as he loved being home, doing nothing, he did miss working. However, of course it happens after desiring more time with you.

"I would love to! What time?" The little bounce thing you did to balance your groceries and to open your door was precious to him.

"Um come by any time after you're home from work."

Sam piped in saying, "Match starts at 5 or 6 I think, around then is perfect."

"Awesome! Thanks for the invite guys. Also hey, do you guys know good pet stores around here? Sorry if that's random but I am running out of supplies and can't mooch off work.. new job and all."

"'Fraid not y/n. Sorry we don't know where Tom gets his dog stuff."

Harrison nodded in agreement. "Yeah and my dog is at home and my mum gets everything usually."

She shrugged. "No worries. Internet search it is. Well I gotta put these away. I'll see you guys tomorrow." They said their fairwells to her and did as she did, went inside. She didn't notice this time how her admirer watched her to see she got in alright.

After watching you get in your house, Sam shut the car door he opened earlier with his hat in hand, and Harrison sighed. He turned to his friends.

“I could have asked her over myself.” His tone suggested he knew he couldn’t. But that didn’t stop him from sulking back into his home. “I’m the one into her, I could have asked her over.”

“Mhmm sure Haz, an hour later after leaving your mouth open to catch flies. She’s coming over. Get over it and enjoy that your painful attempt was cut short.”

On that note he thanked his lucky stars and went into his home, not before hearing music come out of your open windows. He shazamed it and made a mental note to use it as a potential ice breaker tomorrow. Man he felt like a 15 year old.

*time skip*

It was around 4:30ish when Harrison saw your car pull into your driveway and you get out. Even with your hair up after a day of physical labor, uniform London Zoo shirt covered in dirt and a couple bleach stains, and basic khaki shorts; he still thought you looked pretty as ever. He was a little shocked you didn't look totally exhausted remembering you started work at 7am. That just impressed him more. Now he only had to wait an hour or so for you to be over and hanging out with him. Ground work would be set. He made sure his shirt, pants, and hair were in good sorts before relaxing on the couch with Sam. About an later, he heard the door open and a familiar voice greet everyone. However, not the voice he was expecting.

"Sis? What are you doing here?" He sat up as she rolled her eyes.

"Hello to you div."

He rolled his eyes right back. "Not what I meant. Just wasn't expecting you to drop in." He loves Charlotte, but didn't need her when a girl he's trying to get with is supposed to come by very soon.

"Harry has a camera for my friend to borrow for a class of hers. Why? You guys got plans or something? Look at me give a shit as I interrupt this rager." She moved about the house looking for the Holland she spoke of. He was about to blow her off and get her out but Tuwaine appeared out of nowhere to be a stellar friend.

"He does have plans actually. Tryin' to get with our fit American neighbor. Got all worked up and could barely ask her over tonight. He didn't actually, but not the point." His sister, who still hasn't left, smirks at him. “He’s into her and this is him ‘laying the groundwork’ or something.”

"Really?? Aw look he's blushing!" She poked his cheek. “Relax though, I’m just gonna find Harry or his cam, whichever comes first, and be out. Alright?”

Thanking his lucky stars he was about to tell her to just get on with it, but the doorbell rang. Harrison and his sister made eye contact, he pleaded with his to stay, hers glimmered with mischief, and they were off! Both siblings dashed for the door while Sam and Tuwaine enjoyed the show. The luck didn’t last, because Charlotte reached the door first. She kicked away the eager man and smiled as the she greeted who she assumed was the American girl her brother fancies.

Harrison saw you were turned around as you began to speak, looking at a car that honked for some reason, and as you entered your head was still looking down a tad. “Sorry I’m late, late-ish anyway. Rolled one after work, enjoyed it after the shower, then passed out for an unexpected nap - ah your new!” She locked eyes with his sister and if he could frame a mental image he would. Y/N looks like she wanted the ground to swallow her, and needed saving. She was clearly still a little buzzed, and a joint was sticking out of her beanie. “Well not new, but new to me I mean. Um ignore that first impression.. Hi! Y/F/N Y/L/N, their neighbor.” As she spoke, the hand holding a bottle of vodka tucked the joint discreetly further into the hat. Smooth, sorta..

“Charlotte, Harrison’s sister. Pleasure to meet you. That lot you speak of told me a touch about you. From the states ey? Very fun, caught Hazzy’s eye so watch out. I love him but he’s a bit dodgy on getting things done sooner than later.” She winked at her brother while the newest addition to the house just stood there taking it all in. “Now if you excuse me I shall find Harry’s camera.”

Harrison watched you follow his sister, who he will get back at later, out of the room. You still looked a tad surprised, but smiled through it anyway. Then you made eye contact with him and smiled brighter before saying, “I brought drinks!”

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fic-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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A Harsh Reality

A/N: So this is a historical fanfic, WW2 era Bucky Barnes and biracial black reader. Reader is part of the 6888 troop of the WAC. Timelines are obviously tweaked. Chapter one can be found here.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Bucky x biracial black reader

“So you wanna tell me what’s in the bag?” Bucky questioned, leading you down the stairs in a somewhat underwhelming building.

“How about you tell me where we’re going first.” You retorted, hearing your steps echo out in the stairwell. He had to have led you down at least three flights of stairs so far and you weren’t sure how much longer it would take. He stopped and looked up and you and lifted his face in another disarming smile of his. Damn, he was smooth.

“I’m takin’ you to the most famous war room in Europe.” He responded, eyes twinkling in mirth. But whatever the joke was, you certainly didn’t get it.

“Unless the Big Three are behind that door, I seriously doubt that.” You responded, relieved to finally be at the bottom of the stairwell. You let out a breath as you unbuttoned your jacket, sweat beginning to trickle down your face despite the cool temperature outside.

“Oh, sugar you have no idea do you?” Bucky questioned, as he put in a pin on the access panel and waited for the door to unlock before he stepped inside, ushering for you to follow. You looked around the war room and your jaw dropped. Low hanging lights provided the only source of illumination in the otherwise grim bunker atmosphere. Women working at switchboards frantically moved back and forth, wires poised and at the ready. Other’s sat transcribing telegraph messages that were coming through. You saw men standing around a war table and your jaw dropped at who was front and center, none other than Captain America himself.

The drawings and comics you saw truly didn’t do him justice. He was every bit the strapping golden boy he should be. Broad shoulders that perfectly fit out his army uniform, blond hair swooped with pride, yet his grim expression didn’t match what he represented for the folks back home. You guessed the war was a lot harder when you weren’t punching Adolf Hitler in the face every day.

You felt a presence on your left side and you turned to find Bucky staring at you, a cocksure grin playing on his face. “You want me to introduce you?” He questioned, voice loud enough only for your ears.

“What?” You gasped, “No that’s not necessary. I’m only here for the mail, I’m sure he’s a busy man.”

“Hey Stevie! I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Bucky yelled over your protests. But how did he know Captain America and why was he talking to him like they were pals? Before you could properly admonish Bucky, Steve looked up and he made his way over to where the two of you stood, all his worries visibly melting away when he laid eyes on Bucky.

“Steve, this is Private Y/N Y/L/N of the Women’s 6 triple 8, Y/N I’m sure you don’t need me to introduce you to the amazing Captain America.” Bucky boasted, much to Steve’s behest. Steve just rolled his eyes at his friend before he extended his hand for you to shake. You took it, absolutely at a loss for words at the man standing in front of you.

“Hi sir, uh Captain, uh Mr. America.” You babbled, face flushing instantly as you continued to pump his hand in yours, it’s a good thing he was strong otherwise you may have taken his arm clean off.

“Steve’s fine.” He chuckled as he retracted his hand from your assault. “Did Bucky say the 6 triple 8?”

“Yes sir, uh I mean Steve.” You replied, pulling your satchel from off of your shoulder and opening it so that both men could see the contents. Hundreds of letters of varying size and shape sat inside, waiting to be opened.

“Amazing, I’m sure Colonel Phillips would love to take a look at these.” Steve explained, guiding you over to the opposite side of the room, away from Bucky.

“C’mon Stevie, let her have a little fun before you send her off to the old fart.” Bucky complained, calling after Steve as he took you towards the Colonel. Steve just shook his head as he continued to guide you. It was amazing, in a matter of minutes you went from someone confused on the streets of London to now being inside a war bunker with none other than Captain America himself, this day truly couldn’t get any stranger.

“Colonel, this is Private Y/L/N, with the 6 triple 8.” Steve explained, before giving you and Colonel Phillips his farewell.

“I’ve been expecting you.” The Colonel began, “follow me.” Colonel Phillips led you to a side room that was equally as overwhelming as the first. The stone walls were lined with hundreds of cubby holes, all marked with the name of an individual soldier. “I know you’ve got a lot of mail to sort through so I won’t take up too much of your time. Just put the envelopes in the corresponding slots, if it’s marked to me put it in a separate pile, if it’s marked ‘urgent’ bring it to me straight away.” He explained, before he closed the door on his way out and left you to your own devices.

The room was quieter but didn’t work too hard to muffle the sounds from the rest of the bunker. You could still hear the telltale sounds of phone’s ringing, switchboards working, and people typing. The smell of cigar smoke wafted its way through the cracks in the door and you tried your best to see in the low lighting provided. You heaved a sigh as you opened your bag and began to work, filing letters into their assigned cubbies. At first they were just names, just paper, but after awhile it dawned on you that each name was a soldier with a story and each piece of paper was like a lifeline for these men. Their reason for waking up in the morning and surviving this godforsaken war.

You felt tears prick your eyes as you continued your work, going from cubby to cubby. Some soldiers had a lot of letters, some had few, and some had none. Probably the most shocking soldier with no letters was one Steven Grant Rogers. Did Captain America really have nobody looking out for him? There were thousands of letters in the warehouse, you held out hope that at least one of those was for him, somewhere. Nobody could stand to be in this war alone. You kept moving and after a little bit you found yourself let out a chuckle every time you got an envelope addressed to James Buchanan Barnes. He, apparently, was very popular.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” You mused to yourself, putting another letter in his slot.

“Why doesn’t what surprise you?” Bucky’s voice questioned, carrying across the small room. You jumped, having not expected his intrusion.

“Sergeant Barnes, you frightened me.” You gasped, placing your hand over your heart in an attempt to calm your rapid breaths.

“Sorry doll, didn’t mean to, jus’ wanted to check on ya, and call me Bucky.” He replied, leaning against the metal desk in the corner.

“Well, that’s very sweet of you but I can assure you I’m doin’ just fine.” You replied, giving him a quick look over your shoulder before you went back to sorting and as soon as you looked you wished you hadn’t. He had taken off his jacket and was left in his button down shirt, but he had taken off his tie and rolled up his sleeves to just below his elbows. His hair was slightly out of place, as if he had run his hands through it several times. He truly was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

“Like what you see?” He asked cheekily, spreading his arms out wide as if on display. You quickly turned back around and continued to hurriedly place mail in slots, becoming flustered.

“Why’d you come in here anyway?” You questioned, back turned to him.

“I told you, to check on you.” He repeated, as you felt the presence of his warm body closely behind yours. You held in your breath, afraid to make any sudden movements, as he brought his arm around you and pulled his letters out of his cubby. “And to ask you somethin’.” He breathed.

“What?” You asked, turning around ever so gently to face him. His hand was resting against the letter boxes and he had you trapped between him and the wall. Your back pressed into the cubbies as you stared into his blue eyes, wearing an emotion that you couldn’t quite read.

He smoothed an invisible piece of hair behind your ears before he spoke his next words carefully, almost a whisper so you had to incline further into him to really listen. “See if you wanted to go to the dancehall tonight. A bunch of us are goin.” He explained, and the spell was broken. You weaved your way under his arm and walked to the metal desk and placed the letters you had for Colonel Phillips on the desk with a thud.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“We’ve got a curfew.” You began to explain, hoping he would let it go, but he didn’t.

“So do we, but I’m sure one dance won’t hurt.” He reasoned, stepping around to the other side of the desk to meet your eyes once more.

“I don’t, I, I don’t think they’ll accept my kind.” You replied, eyes downcast, having to say that out loud. How did this happen? You were just supposed to be sorting mail for crying out loud, and now you’re once again met with the harsh reality that was your life. There was nothing more you wanted than to go to the dancehall with Bucky but you knew it would be separate dancehalls, you wouldn’t be welcome at Bucky’s and he wouldn’t dare go to yours.

“Doll, is that what you’re worried about?” Bucky questioned, joining your hand with his on the cool table. “They don’t care about that stuff here, it’s different.” He said, earnest eyes meeting yours.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, not understanding what he meant.

“Up in Liverpool, American troops tried to segregate blacks and whites and the Brits were havin’ none of it. We’re not in America, it’s different here.” He said once more, hoping you would understand. Your heart lifted, even if only fractionally. You had heard rumors but you didn’t think it applied to such a cosmopolitan city as London. Bucky saw your resolve breaking, and he pounced on the opportunity. “Dancehall, seven pm, don’t be late.” He said as he walked towards the exit.

“I didn’t even say I was going!” You tried to argue with him.

“Didn’t have to.” Bucky replied with another cheeky wink before he was out the door and you were left with your letters once again.

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firefiyfunhouse · 4 years

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folie a deux; roderick strong

My first request! For the lovely @ueomega! So so sorry it took so long but I really hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think <3

Warnings: language and soft roddy strong, not that soft roddy strong is bad at all but you’ve gotta love it

Word count: 2000+

I was used to the buzz at this point. I was used to the constant bright lights and travelling and staying in hotels instead of the comfort of my own bed. None of that changed when, six months ago, I started dating NXT’s North American Champion Roderick Strong. It had all started when he replied to one of my Instagram stories complimenting my appearance; we had followed each other for a long time. Ever since, we’ve been inseparable. We were what you would consider perfect, but there was only one downside to it.

We were a complete secret.

He had told none of his friends about our relationship. I thought it rather worried him that they wouldn’t trust that he had a girlfriend. I never told my friends either. It worried me that they might look at me differently for dating someone who worked for WWE.

Roderick was heading out with some guys from work this evening, like usual I was staying over at his. He finished buttoning up his burgundy button-up shirt and turned to face me, a grin plastered across his rugged face. I couldn’t help but let out a blush ridden giggle. Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet and bounced up to him, unbuttoning the top button, and planted a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re so handsome.”

“Thanks baby girl.” He beamed in return. He shuffled his feet and looked down, sighing to himself. I gently lifted his chin with my index finger and looked up to him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked softly. He nodded his head quickly and gently took my hand in his, rubbing his thumb against my knuckles.

“Everything is fine!” he reassured me. Something seemed amiss with him. He was quieter than he usually was. Something was making him nervous. Suddenly his phone sent out a loud text tone, he glanced at it and quickly kissed me on the lips. “The guys are outside, I love you so much!”

“I love you too! Enjoy yourself,“ Without another word he headed out to the taxi. I peeped discretely out of the window as he joined his Undisputed Era buddies Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish in the back seats. I heard them all shouting happily from the upper floor of the house but something was bothering you.

I spent the rest of the night watching TV, a few different things on our shared Netflix account. I also took a lot of time to think to myself. Why did it matter what everyone in my life thought about us? I was happy with him. Was he as happy as I am? Before I could overthink anything else my phone rang out. Glancing at the name that popped up, my face beamed when I saw it was my boyfriend. I immediately answered, holding it against my face. “Hey baby is everything o-”

I cut myself off. All I heard was the guys all chatting and the faint sound of music over the top of them. It was an accident, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. That was until I heard a brash voice over the rest.

“Why are you acting all secretive?” Kyle spoke up. The other voice I noticed was Roderick stuttering over the top of him, trying to get his word in. “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend man, we want to know who she is!”

I froze on the other end. It was a huge step for him to mention it to his friends. It wasn’t anything I had expected to hear. I shuffled into my seat taking a moment to listen in a little further.

“I’m dating Kaia-” He slurred drunkly.

“No you aren’t!” Adam laughed over the top of him.

“I am!” Roderick argued back.

“Dude, come on. If you don’t actually have a girlfriend, you can just tell us. There’s no need to spread lies.”

“But I am dating her! I am!”

“Then prove it.” Bobby spoke up as well. I made out the sounds Roderick running his hands over his jeans, looking for his phone. Before I hung up I heard, “Bring her to the show on Wednesday! We want to see this!”

I hung up before Roderick had to chance to catch me out. I couldn’t believe what I had just listened to. Not that he wasn’t worried they wouldn’t believe he was in a relationship, it was that they wouldn’t believe he was in a relationship with me? It was getting later, but I stayed up a little longer just to see if I could catch Roderick when he came home. Eventually my tiredness got the better of me and I couldn’t help but fall asleep on the sofa.

.・゜゜・

The next morning I woke up in bed. I looked around the room in a complete daze until I saw my boyfriend snoring loudly at my side. His arm was firmly around my body. I beamed at the sight of him, gently kissing his shoulder as I sat myself upwards. I could hear him stir, mumbling under his breath as his eyes slowly open to catch me in his line of sight,

“Morning Roddy.” I blushed, his hand met his head pretty quickly as he smiled painfully back to me.He grunted as he reached for his water on the side table. I giggled gently and ruffled his locks against my fingers. “Someone seemed to have partied way too hard.”

His chuckle sounded rough as he forced the full glass down his throat.

“Do you want any breakfast?” I asked as I pulled myself to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him focusing on his phone. Shit.

“Nah babe.” he replied. I sighed reluctantly to myself until he piped up again.

“Did I call you last night? Shit, I can’t remember.”

“Oh, yeah. It was just a butt dial.” I laughed. His smile vanished as he looked at me with a face of genuine concern. I could tell what he was questioning in his mind. What had she heard? I swallowed and returned myself behind him. Considering how close we both are I felt it was only fair to tell him. “I heard what the guys said about us.”

“You d-did?” he stammered. He slumped his face, a mix of worry and the hangover creeping further in. “I’m sorry Kaia I just-”

Without letting another word escape his mouth I swiftly pressed my finger against his lips. He looked to me with a raised eyebrow, expecting what I had to contribute.

“I’ll happily come to your show with you on Wednesday babe. I don’t want anyone to doubt you or us. Okay?” I said, moving my finger away. He nodded his head quickly and lowered my wrist.

“Are you sure you’re ready? This is such a huge jump for us.”

“Just make sure I have a good view of you in the ring.”

.・゜゜・

Wednesday rolled around, we headed towards the venue together. Full Sail Live was lit up brightly as the car park was swarming with staff, security and other NXT superstars. My fingers laced between Roderick’s, I kept my look casual with one of his Undisputed Era tees and a pair of sweatpants to go along with it. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, a smile painted on my face. Knots ran rampant in my stomach. A mix of a certain excitement brewed together with the fact that I was unbelievably nervous. Roderick, however, seemed more comfortable than ever at Full Sail.

His hand stayed against the small of my back as he guided me through to the backstage area, we headed through a few hallways and both headed into the locker room. I recognised a few faces instantly. Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish were all sitting talking around a table at the far side of the room. As soon as we entered the room their heads snapped towards us.

“Holy shit...” Kyle exclaimed to his peers. Adam’s jaw dropped while Bobby’s face was covered with a blank expression. Roderick went back to how I had noticed he was behaving over the past few times, shy and quiet.

“H-hey guys...” he mumbled as he dropped his bags off to the side.

“Hey Roddy...” Kyle replied. All three of them continued to stare at me in complete disbelief. Adam glanced to Roderick, raising his eyebrow.

“Well are you going to introduce us?”

“You guys know Kaia.” Roderick returned to my side, snaking his arm around my waist. I shot him a reassuring smile and traced my fingers across his muscular arm. “Kaia. This is Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly and Bobby Fish. My best friends and fellow Undisputed Era members.”

“It’s crazy not seeing you guys through a screen.” I chuckled. “I’m a fan.”

I pressed a kiss against Roderick’s cheek, resting a reassuring hand against his shoulder. Adam slammed his empty water bottle down on the table. I immediately turned my head to the loud sound. “Do you want me to go refill that? I could do with having a look around.”

“Yeah. That’d be great if you don’t mind.” He bluntly replied, his eyes stuck on Roderick. Questioning nothing I collected his bottle along with Kyle and Bobby’s once I had offered. I planted a quick kiss on Roderick’s cheek as I bounced out the room, the door closing behind me.

I headed along to the water fountain. The production staff rushed around by my sides while the other NXT Superstars seemed relaxed as ever. I hummed to myself, filling up the three bottles before I heard a harsh cough behind me. I assumed they directed it at someone else to start until they repeated it. My head snapped around, I was taken aback by who stood behind me. Dressed in all black ring gear, a smile crept across his mouth. “Well well, if it isn’t Kaia. What are you doing at Full Sail?”

“I could say the same to you Balor.” I smirked, my hands sitting against my hips. He then greeted me with a warm hug, giggling to himself.

“Long time no see!” It was true. I hadn’t seen Finn in a long time. We used to be quite well aquainted, so it was refreshing seeing a familiar face. I hugged him back with a smile before he piped up again. “No, seriously. Why are you here?”

“I’m just here with my boyfriend.” I replied, which lead to him pulling away.

“Shit!” he exclaimed before cracking a dry joke. “It’s not someone who can kick my ass is it? Who is he?”

“God, you ask so many questions.” I laughed with a roll of my eyes. “I’ve been dating Roderick Strong for the past six months.”

“...Are you still telling jokes?” he questioned.

“What do you mean? Of course, I’m not?”

“Kaia. Let’s be serious here. You could do so much better than Roderick Strong. He’s such a push over and don’t get me started on the fact that he’s the North American Champion. When I came back to NXT, I thought they were giving it to him out of sympathy or something...”

I couldn’t process what I was hearing. I took a step back and let out a harsh breath. I could feel myself getting a little angrier. “Finn he worked fucking hard for that opportunity. What’s gotten into you? You’re never this disrespectful to other wrestlers!”

“I just don’t think highly of him at all. He’s where he is because of who he’s teaming with. Even you could see that. I thought you would’ve been dating better than Adam Cole’s lackey.”

“I’m sorry Finn, I am.” I started off. I could feel the rage build inside me a little. I started picking up the bottles as I let the rest of what I had to say out. “He’s done more for me than anyone will understand. I’ve never felt love like this before and God am I so happy and honoured to be his girlfriend. If you, or anyone else has a problem with that then please piss off and leave me alone.”

Finn scrunched his nose. A sign that he was put in his place. He glanced behind me before putting his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I just wanted you to know your worth...”

“Kaia?” A voice said behind me, a voice I could recognise. Soon a set of strong arms wrapped around my waist. I watched as Finn backed away, making his way back down the hall. I turned my head, thrilled to see the head of my boyfriend resting against me. “Are you all right? I could hear you yelling from the locker room.”

“I’m all right babe.” I sighed to myself, looking down to my feet. He twirled me around to face him, smiling at me with reassurance.

“I want to tell you something. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know if I’d continue having the confidence to keep coming here, to keep entertaining that crowd, to keep performing in that ring. I heard what you said to Finn, I get spoken about lile that quite a lot like that by some guys in here and it’s Adam or Kyle putting them in their place. To know you love me like that-“ he cut himself off with his smile. He couldn’t stop. I beamed, gazing at him as it overwhelmed me. My emotions were running high. I lifted his chin with my index finger as he gathered his words once more. “-it just means so much. I’m so lucky to have you. I just want to love you forever. You and me taking the world by storm.”

He leaned in gently, pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. My chest ached a little, something felt complete. I could feel tears trickle down my warm cheeks. He was the one who pulled away, instantly wiping my eyes with his t-shirt.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” He beamed, sitting his hand against my hip. “Now how does ringside seats sound?”

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Ignition | Johnny Seo

❧ summary: “In that moment, you stopped thinking, sliding into the front seat of a stranger’s car. “Drive!” you yelled, slamming the door behind you and fumbling with the seatbelt as his foot found the gas pedal.” | Street Racer!AU | Johnny Seo x Reader

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❧ rating/warnings: m (language, smut)

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In the three weeks since you’d met Johnny, you’d spent almost every free moment talking to him. The first time he’d called you, you were so surprised you almost didn’t answer, but you quickly picked up before the call could go to voicemail. You’d talked well into the wee hours, something you paid for the next day at your 9 A.M. lecture, but the lack of sleep had been well worth it.

Amber had watched you as you got ready the next morning in a daze, eyebrows raised slightly as you downed your third cup of coffee before heading to the door. You even grabbed another coffee at the campus cafe before heading into your class, but even all the caffeine in your system hadn’t been enough to pull you back from the less than two hours of sleep you’d gotten. Thank god your friend Irene was in the class and had let you borrow her notes so you didn’t miss anything important while you’d been dozing in the back.

Ever since then, phone calls with Johnny had become an almost integral part of your nights, even if the two of you just sat in relative silence while you studied and Johnny did his own thing, occasionally stopping to chat about whatever came to mind.

And although you hadn’t seen him since the night you met, you knew you were starting to catch feelings for him. Johnny was the perfect recipe for a crush; funny and sweet, but enough of a bad boy to keep things interesting, and not to mention gorgeous. Talking to him all the time wasn’t helping either; whenever it was getting late at night and his voice would drop an octave, growing slightly rough as he got sleepy, well, you just found yourself falling for him even more.

That night, you lay sprawled across your comforter, headphones in your ears as you chatted with Johnny about your days. You hadn’t done much, just went to class then worked your shift at the campus coffee shop, and Johnny was telling you about the work he’d done on his car. Honestly, you didn’t understand most of what he was saying, something about a carburetor he’d replaced, but you honestly just liked listening to him talk, especially about things he was passionate about.

As you’d gotten to know him, you’d found out that Johnny’s “day job” was working as a mechanic. His knowledge of cars hadn’t stemmed from racing, rather the other way around. Johnny told you that he’d spent his childhood in a garage surrounded by American muscle cars, spending most of his youth learning all of their inner workings, and as he got older, he branched out to other cars. Finally, when he was old enough to drive, he was taken under the wing of one of the drivers that came to the garage regularly for repairs. That was when he’d found his love for racing as well.

Johnny had also told you that he learned to drive on a drift track, that it had taken years of practice before his mentor even considered allowing him into the races. He’d entered his first race at 19, and now, almost five years later, he hadn’t looked back once.

You’d somewhat zoned out, focused on the cadence of Johnny’s voice, and it took you a moment to realize that he’d trailed off and was waiting for you to respond. “Wait, could you say that again?” you asked and Johnny just laughed. “I asked if you wanted to come downtown tonight, I’ll swing by and pick you up around 9 if you do,” he said, sounding vaguely amused. Johnny knew full well you had no clue what he was talking about when he started talking about engines and fuel injectors, but you’d told him from the start that you just enjoyed hearing him talk about his passions.

He’d asked the last two Fridays since you’d met as well, but somehow you’d resisted giving in to the temptation to be there when he raced. But you’d made up your mind a few days prior, telling yourself that if Johnny asked you to come this week, you’d finally say yes.

You held your breath for a second before you finally let the words roll off your tongue. “Okay. See you at 9?” you replied, already able to feel your heart starting to hammer in your chest.

Johnny’s excitement was audible when he next spoke. “See you then, princess.”

The remaining hours until 9 passed in a blur. Amber had nearly passed out in shock when you told her you were coming to the races tonight before she was tackling you in a hug, hollering with excitement. You’d laughed along with your roommate, a bundle of excitement and nerves, before heading into your room to get ready.

Amber had left earlier, around 8, offering to let you ride over with her and Hani, but you declined, telling her that Johnny was picking you up. And sure enough, just as 9 o’clock rolled around, you heard the telltale growl of an engine that signaled his arrival.

You grabbed your jacket off the end of your bed and hurried to the door, your heart nearly ready to beat out of your chest. And when you threw the door open, you were met with the sight of Johnny standing on your front step, hand raised like he was about to knock.

He let his hand drop from the air to your waist, pulling you towards him and against his chest to hug you. “Hey, you ready?” Johnny asked as his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight for a long moment before letting go and taking a step back so you could close and lock the door.

“Ready,” you murmured in reply, surprised when Johnny’s hand found yours and he tangled your fingers together before taking off down to the street where his black coupe was waiting at the curb. He opened the door for you, waiting until you were settled in the front before closing the door and jogging around the front, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you and starting the engine, offering you a rakish grin before his foot found the gas pedal.

It was strange how the last time you had been in Johnny’s car, the roar of the engine had been anxiety-inducing. Now, you found it almost comforting as he wove smoothly through traffic towards downtown, occasionally turning to look at you and shoot you a smile.

As you drew closer to the central part of the city, Johnny slowed the car down and rolled down the windows. You were almost surprised that you could hear the rumble of other car engines over the sound of Johnny’s that already surrounded you, and the more he slowed down, the better you could hear.

It sounded like rolling thunder, growing louder and louder with each turn Johnny made until he turned into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse where hundreds of people had already gathered. The crowd parted like the red sea for him, cheering and hollering when they realized who was behind the wheel.

Johnny finally stopped the car next to a familiar car, Hani’s Challenger, waving at her and Amber. You could see the shock written clearly on Hani’s face when she recognized you in the passenger seat, but she quickly shook it off and replaced her surprised expression with a brilliant smile, jogging over to hug you once you’d gotten out of Johnny’s car.

“You finally came!” she hollered, looping her arms around your neck and practically crushing you into a hug.

You couldn’t help but laugh when she finally let go of you, agreeing as Johnny came around the back of his car with Amber walking beside him, reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you gently against his side.

“I couldn’t believe _____ said yes tonight when I asked her, I was starting to think she didn’t like me,” he joked to Hani, casting you a half-smile when she laughed.

Hani nudged Amber, still laughing. “No one’s more surprised than us, Amber’s been trying to wear her down for almost four years!”

Amber had just opened her mouth to add on when someone interrupted, yelling Johnny’s name as he skidded to a halt beside your small group.

“_____, this is Yuta,” Johnny introduced the guy to you, but he barely acknowledged you aside from a quick nod in your direction.

“Are you racing tonight, man? It’s a three grand buy-in, winner takes the pot,” Yuta directed the question to Johnny, but you noticed that he also shot a glance in Hani’s direction as he spoke.

Johnny just nodded at Yuta before turning to you. “Stay here? I’ll be right back,” he told you, squeezing your arm lightly.

It was your turn to nod and you watched as Johnny followed the other man into the crowd before turning back to your friends.

“This is insane,” you uttered the words that had been on your mind since you left your house.

Amber and Hani just laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” was all your roommate replied before they were pulling you over to Hani’s car where a small group had gathered to admire it.

In the next ten minutes, you realized that you truly knew absolutely nothing about cars. Hani and Amber were talking to a few people about the Challenger and as far as you were concerned, they may as well have been speaking a completely foreign language. You tried to follow the conversation as much as possible––something about an intake manifold?––but you were more lost than you cared to admit.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, but relaxed when you heard Johnny’s familiar voice in your ear. “Come with me for a minute?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear over the crowds of people surrounding you.

When you nodded, leaning over to tell Amber you’d be back in a few, Johnny laced his fingers through yours, tugging you through the crowd and to a quieter spot, a bit away from everyone else. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?” he asked, the hand not tangled in yours reaching out to push a few stray strands of hair back from your face.

You nodded. “I’m really not sure what everyone’s talking about, but I’m having a good time,” you told him, watching as a bright smile bloomed across his lips.

“I’m glad,” was all he replied, gazing at you for a moment longer before turning to glance over the crowded parking lot. It was quiet between you for a few moments and despite the surrounding din of voices and engines, it felt like you were the only two there.

Johnny was the one to break the silence. “I think I’m gonna need a good luck charm tonight,” he murmured, his gaze turning back to you before he continued. “Wait for me at the finish line?”

You hesitated for a moment before responding. “You’ve never needed a good luck charm before,” was all you said, and Johnny grinned.

“Can’t hurt, right?”

That was how you found yourself waiting at the front of the finish line crowd between Amber and Hani. As the roar of engines grew closer, you could feel your chest constrict, praying that Johnny’s sleek, black coupe would be the first car you’d see come around the final corner and into the home stretch.

You could see the lights growing closer, the thunderous sound of several very fast cars growing almost deafening if not for your pulse thundering in your ears. And when Johnny’s car was the first one to slide around the corner, accelerating towards the finish and towards you with room to spare between him and the next racer, you couldn’t hold back the whoop of excitement that escaped your lips.

Amber just laughed when she heard you, her and Hani adding their own voices to the cacophony of cheers as Johnny crossed the finish line first, the acrid smell of burning rubber filling your senses as he came to a sudden stop at the edge of the crowd, which started to surge towards him. Hani pushed you in his direction, practically shoving you the whole way to his car as you watched him step out of the driver’s seat to cheers.

But he didn’t look at any of the people surrounding him, his gaze scanning over the crowd until he found you. Johnny broke away from the crowd, meeting you halfway to his car.

“Hi,” was all you managed to get out before his hands were cupping your cheeks and he was tilting your face upwards, his lips crashing down on yours.

You heard the ripple of shock pass over the crowd that still surrounded you both, and Amber’s words from a few days prior swam into your mind through the haze of shock and downright giddiness as Johnny kissed you.

“Be careful with him, _____. I don’t want to see you get your heart broken,” she’d warned you when she caught you smiling at your phone for about the fifteenth time since the two of you had settled in to watch a movie.

You had been confused then, asking her to elaborate, and Amber had just sighed. “All Johnny Seo cares about is the race. He’s the best one on the streets and girls throw themselves at him constantly, but I’ve never seen him do more than barely acknowledge any of them. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and fall for him, because the only thing he’s ever loved is his car.”

Johnny was the one to break the kiss. “Hi,” he breathed back, his large hands still cradling your face.

“Guess you didn’t need a good luck charm after all,” you joked, still slightly out of breath from him kissing you.

He grinned, letting his hands drop from your cheeks and looping one arm around your waist as he guided you into the still cheering crowd towards his car. “Let’s get out of here before the cops show up,” he murmured to you before his attention was drawn back to the guy you’d met earlier, Yuta, who was leaned against the passenger side of Johnny’s car holding a thick manila envelope, which he handed to Johnny.

“Didn’t realize you had a girl now. Here are your winnings,” was all Yuta said, offering you both a brilliant smile before he was melting into the crowd.

Johnny shook his head, a slight smile curving his lips upwards as he opened your door for you, closing it once you were in the car and walking around the front of the car. As you watched, people slapped him on the back, still hollering congratulations in his direction, then Johnny was sliding into the driver seat beside you, the roar of the engine filling the car when he turned the key and the crowd parting to let him through.

“So is that what I am now? Your girl?” you asked, referring back to Yuta’s parting words as you turned slightly towards Johnny.

He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. “If you want to be,” was all he said, his hand drifting off the gear shift and onto your thigh.

Johnny slowed down as he approached a stoplight, turning to look at you with his fingers still skimming your thigh. You twisted in your seat, leaning across the center console and connecting your lips, feeling when Johnny’s hand left the wheel and tangled into your hair, deepening the kiss for a heartbeat before breaking it when the light turned green.

“Come home with me tonight?” he asked, keeping one hand on your thigh and one hand on the wheel.

You almost surprised yourself when you said yes, your heart thrumming in your chest as Johnny guided his car down the empty city streets.

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whydoesfireburn · 5 years

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The first chapter of Why Does Fire Burn? now on Tumblr

There are spelling and grammar mistakes but enjoy anyway.

“Shoto wake your ass up,” Dabi yelled at his little brother, banging on the door.

“Screw off,” Shoto muttered back, hiding his face in his pillow. The morning was too evil to wake for. Then there was a quieter, much more gentle knock.

“Come on, Shoto,” Fuyumi said, opening the door and walking in, “You have the entrance exam today. You don’t want to be late.”

He groaned but got up when Fuyumi ran a hand through his hair. Shoto got dressed in his school uniform after his sister left and then came out for breakfast.

Fuyumi was making eggs, bacon, and rice, and Dabi was scrolling through his phone at the table. Shouto sat down next to him, and without looking, his older brother messed up his hair in a playful manner.

“Stop it,” he says, hitting at his hand. Dabi smirks and puts his phone down. Fuyumi, bless her soul, placed our plates in front of them, and they began eating.

“Natsu’s coming home tonight for dinner,” their sister said halfway through.

“Cool,” the youngest said with his mouth full of food.

“What do you guys want for dinner?” she asked.

“Soba,” Shoto said.

“Was that even a question?” Dabi asked.

Soon it’s time for Shoto to go. Dabi and Fuyumi were watching as Shoto put his shoes and jacket on.

“You’re going to do great,” Fuyumi reassured, straightening her brother's jacket, “And if not, it’s okay. We’ll find something else. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” he said.

“She was talking to herself,” Dabi said. Fuyumi then smacked his shoulder.

“Come to the shop after the exam,” Dabi said.

“Got it,” Shoto said before opening the door, “Bye,” he said, stepping out of our apartment. Shoto sucked in a breath and said, “Let's do this.”

XXX

Shoto Yukitomo was 15 years old when he went to take the UA entrance exam. He had almost blinding snow-white hair that was long but didn’t go past his neck. He had mismatched heterochromia eyes. One stark gray, and other burning turquoise. Over his left eye was a large burn scar. His papers said that his Quirk was named Cryokinesis. It allowed him to control the ice he made.

Yukitomo did well in the exam. Using his ice to freeze robots before they could strike him. In the end, he had close to 78 points. But then the ground began to shake and rumble. And then there was the faux villain worth 0 points. He made a massive ice wall. Stopping the thing in its path.

XXX

After the exam was over, Shoto headed to Dabi’s shop. Dabi ran a tattoo parlor called Cremation Ink. It was a pretty good size and had a nice setup. Music was always playing, and the place was warm and bright. It smelled like ink, burnt wood, and coffee. Dabi seemed to really love running the place, but the business could be slow sometimes. Dabi had to work a part-time job at the record store down the street just to make sure that he could run this place and keep the apartment the siblings lived in. Sure Fuyumi worked too, but, a preschool teacher doesn’t make all that much.

Shoto walked in and heard the sound so the old American bands Dabi liked to play. Along with that was a buzzing noise that came from a tattoo gun. Shoto walked in further and saw that my brother was in the middle of work.

Knowing it to be a while before they’d go, Shoto moved over to the large leather couch back at the front of the shop and pulled out his book and read. An hour and a half later, the two come in the front of the store. The customer was a guy with a bright blue mohawk with the sides of his head shaved. The tattoo he had gotten was of a blue dragon running down his arm.

“You sure you like it?” Dabi asked as they reached the door.

“Man, I freaking love it,” the guys said, “It’s sick as fuck.”

“I’m glad,” Dabi said, “So, you’re good with me putting it on my site, social media pages, right?”

“Yeah, man, go nuts.”

“Alright, come back soon,” Dabi said, holding the door open for the other guy.

“Will do Dabi,” the guy said before leaving.

“How was your day?” Shoto asked, not looking up.

“Fine, yours?”

“Fine,” he said, “You talking to that guy you met last month?”

“Don’t,” his brother warned, walking towards the back.

“What?”

“Shoto, I am serious.”

“Is that hard for you?”

“Do you want to die brat?” he asked, “Because I can make that happen.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me. Fuyumi won’t let you,” Shoto said, eyes still glued to the pages.

It’s another half an hour before the brothers lock up and head home. On their way back to the small apartment, Dabi asked,” So how was it?”

“Fine, I guess,” the white-haired boy said.

The two brothers couldn’t look more different as they walked down the street. Dabi was a good couple inches taller even though he has been on the short side most of the time. Shoto was tall, too, but not his brother’s height. Shoto had snow-white hair, and Dabi had jet black. Both of them had pale skin, but Dabi’s arms and torso were covered in ink. Images of flames, snowflakes and monsters, flowers, and other symbols. His ears and nose were pierced in several places.

When they got home, they found that their other two siblings were back. Fuyumi was working on dinner, and Natsuo was in the living room, TV blaring. Shoto plopped down next to his older brother, and Natsuo ruffled his hair.

“Hey, Sho, how the exam?” he asked.

“Good, I think.”

“I’m going to go look over some calls,” Dabi said, shrugging his jacket off.

“Then you go and shower,” Fuyumi said, “You too, Shoto.”

Shouto just sat, leaning against his other brother as they watched the news. For a split second, the was flash of the number two hero on the screen, but before anything on the TV could be said, the channel was changed to a volleyball game that was on.

“Who the hell used all my shampoo?” Shoto asked, coming out of the bathroom, shaking the empty bottle.

“Shouto,” Fuyumi said, “You use too much of it.”

“No, I don’t,” he said.

“Yes, you do. And so does Natsu.”

“Leave me out of this,” the older boy said.

“Did you use it?” Shoto asked.

“ I will not confirm or deny anything.”

Shoto threw the empty bottle at his brother, but Natsuo caught it. Shoto growled.

Later Dabi came out of the shower, and they ate dinner. The four siblings talked about their day. Dabi spoke about people who went into the shop. Fuyumi shared stories about her class. Natsuo talked about his professors and classes. And Shoto talked about his entrance exam.

“They made you fight robots?” Natsu asked.

“Yep.”

“Huh, well that something.”

“Speaking of school,” Dabi said, “Have you picked a major?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe physical therapy,” Natsuo said, “You know so I can help people.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Fuyumi said, smiling.

As they got more into the meal, Shoto’s brows knitted together for a moment. “What am I going to do if I don’t get into UA?” his tone wasn’t one of despair or dread. It was one born out of pure curiosity.

All three of his siblings looked at him for a moment and thought. What would Shoto do?

“You become a hoodlum like your brother,” Natsu tested. Dabi hit him up the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“Don’t worry, Shoto,” Fuyumi said, resting her hand on top of her brothers, “If UA doesn’t work, we could find another hero school. Or we can find something else for you to do if you want. We just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks,” Shoto said.

If you were to look at Yukitomo siblings, you would see that they were closer than anything. That they were loyal and relied on each other. The neighbors thought they were all delightful children. They truly didn’t deserve what happened to them. It was horrible luck for such sweet children. To have their father horribly, painfully killed in a home invasion, which left poor Shoto scared, and their mother insane. Poor Dabi had been tasked with keeping all of his siblings safe at such a young age. All four of them worked so hard to stay together. Truly lovely children, with terrible luck.

After dinner, the four cleaned up dinner and sat in the living room and watched action movies.

XXX

Later that night, while the younger two of the siblings were asleep, Fuyumi and Dabi stayed up talking.

“I’m get worried,” Fuyumi said, pacing the kitchen floor, “We’re running out of money. I’ve been looking over the bills and checks, and we only have enough for maybe the first third of the year. And we can’t just have Shoto and Natsuo go out and get jobs with them both going to school,” she ran a hand threw her long white hair.

Dabi didn’t want to say it out loud, but he was getting worried too. She was right. Money was growing thin, and their brothers couldn’t get jobs like they did. Natsuo would be in college, and Shoto was going to going to a hero school of all things. He wasn’t going to put the stress of getting a job on them.

“Yumi,” he said after a minute, his voice sounding more confident than he felt, “Don’t worry. I have a bunch of appointments scheduled over these next few months. It will be more than enough.”

“But will it?” She asked, worried, “Dabi, you know how hard it is to support all of us. You know sometimes, a fully booked month is hardly enough.”

“Relax,” he told her, “I have a plan if things start getting bumpy.”

“What?!” she cried a little too loud. She had stopped pacing, “Join a gang and sell drugs? Rob a bank? Sell off all of our things?”

“No,” he said, trying not to get upset with her worry. She was much more open with emotion in times of stress when it was just them.

“Then what?” she asked, “And if you say Taijo, I swear to the gods-”

“I promise it’s not Taijo,” he whispered, “And keep your voice down, you’ll wake Natsu and Sho.”

“What is it then?” she asked, more softly, her hands shaking.

“We draw some cash from our funds,” Dabi said plainly.

“Touya!” Fuyumi cried before she was hushed. Dabi cringed at the sound of the name. It was strange and bitter after so long. Even though it was the dead of night there was no one else, but them were up, Dabi looked around. Checking to make sure no one heard. After a minute, he let out a sigh, and his shoulders dropped.

Dabi looked at his sister, and placed his hands on her shoulders carefully, “Yumi, listen to me. I know it’s risky, but we’ve gotten away with it before. No one knows they’re there, and no one will know that the money’s gone. And it is just a little bit. Just a little bit of cash, that’s ours anyway. We’ll wait for a few more months. And if the business at the shop keeps doing well, then we won’t. Please, Yumi, trust me on this.”

Fuyumi looked down at the ground. She was shaking a little bit, and tears were welling up in her eyes. She didn’t want to look at her brother. Her older brother, who always made sure she was safe and okay. Who would hold her when she cried. Who took on all the problems Fuyumi couldn't figure out on her own. She felt weak next to him. Dabi pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded.

“Okay,” she sobbed, “but only in a few months. Promise me.”

“Okay,” he said, rocking her, “I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried, “I’m sorry I’m not stronger-”

“Fuyumi, you’re stronger than any of us,” Dabi said, in a gentle voice, “You do things that I never could. You handle all our finances, you cook and take care of us when we’re sick, you help Shoto and Natsuo with homework when the world knows I couldn’t have. You are so strong, Fuyumi. I never want you to think otherwise.”

She nodded. For the longest time, Dabi just stood there holding his little sister. It was moments like this; they both remembered how much they need each other to get through things. How they had to work together to make sure their little brothers could have it better than they did.

“It’s okay,” Dabi promised, “It’ll be okay, Yumi. Only five more years of the hard stuff. Five more years,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Five more years. Then they could finally make a move and not worry about as much about losing each other.

XXX

(Two Weeks Later)

Two weeks later, the four Yukitomo siblings were in the kitchen. Fuyumi was grading some papers, and Dabi and Natsuo were talking about work and school. Shoto was looking through the mail. There were six pieces of it. Three of them were bills. One was a postcard from one of Fuyumi’s friends. The other was a magazine. Finally, there was a letter to Shoto. From UA.

Shoto slowly opened it without saying anything. Then a small dice dropped out. Then a holographic image popped out of All Might. The other siblings turn their heads, and their jaws dropped.

They all sat and listen to the results. In the end, tears ran down the siblings' faces, and there was the tightest group hug of their lives. They all smiled and laughed for a good long while. Once all the crying and laughing stopped, and they all let go of each other, Shoto said, “I’m going to UA.”

“Yeah, kiddo,” Dabi said, hugging him, “You are.”

Shoto was going to UA, and he was going to be a hero. A hero who helps people, like his siblings, helped him, and he was going to a better hero than he ever was.

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chaoskirin · 5 years

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Fanfic -- A Temporal Folly -- CHAPTER 2

Fandom: Queen Genre: Sci-fi/Horror Rating: PG-13 Chapter Title: Aged (Chapter Two) Word Count: 1145 Chapter Summary: John seems to have been involved in some interesting shenanigans. He’d really rather nap, though.

There is something ethereal In the spaces between. Two lives choked by a grievous misjudgment A billion-trillion souls cradled gently out of existence And yet their folly Shines as bright as the sun...

"It's okay, John, we'll reschedule the concert," said Brian, pacing in front of the cracked-leather couch. "They understand. They understand." "I'm more concerned about the elephant in the room," Roger replied, eyes narrowing at John, who lay sprawled across all three cushions. Once in a while, he'd open his eyes to check his surroundings or to reply to a question, but other than that, he was pretty still. The weird part wasn't his mere presence, though... Roger gestured. "You want to tell us why you're--" He couldn't quite put it into words. Well, he could. But it sounded absolutely ridiculous, and he couldn't possibly be seeing what he was seeing. The man on the couch was clearly John Deacon, yet he seemed to have aged backward. "Am I going crazy? You're seeing this, right?"

John laughed, the sound catching in his throat and turning into a cough. "I'm tired, Rog." To demonstrate, he closed his eyes again, pulling the cold compress down from his forehead and over his eyes.

"Can you tell us anything?" Brian asked.

"Made a mistake," was all John said.

Brian looped his arm through Roger's elbow and pulled him away, whispering, "at least that explains what we were feeling."

"It doesn't explain it at all!" Roger glanced back at John, whose arm slowly slipped off the couch and toward the floor. "It doesn't explain anything. I mean, he's not a spring chicken, as the Americans would say. But look at him. Look."

"I know," Brian replied. "What would you place him at? Thirty? Forty?"

"Always hard to tell with him." Roger rubbed the back of his neck. "He's got some grey, so..."

"I can hear you old goats talking about me," John grumbled. "It's loud enough in here with your stage guys everywhere--"

"We're exactly the age we should be," Roger argued. But he felt old. He felt it. In his heart.

"Old goats," John repeated.

"Well, clearly he's done something," Brian said, voice just a little quieter. He shook his head in disbelief, pale curls bouncing around his face.

"Not sure what you think he may have gone and did," Roger said. "It's not like you can go to the local chemist and buy a pill that'll shave thirty years off your life." He scoffed. "If that was the case, I'da done it already."

"So we're going with forty," Brian mused.

It took Roger a second to figure out that Brian was still talking about John's age. "It was an estimate. Why are you counting, anyway?"

"Because numbers are real, and this isn't."

Fair enough.

Roger dragged Brian past the partition their road crew had set up to give John a little privacy. Immediately outside it were people trying to peer through the gaps to get a glimpse of the reclusive John Deacon. They glanced up guiltily as Roger appeared, and Roger shooed them off with a grumbled quasi-threat to their manhoods.

Out here, outside of the little bubble in which they'd contained their friend, was chaos.

Their bodyguards were keeping a couple well-dressed women at bay. One of them was holding a microphone and repeatedly calling, "Brian May! Roger Taylor!" as if their first names wouldn't have sufficed. One of them held out a microphone like a backstage pass, as if that would gain her the access she desired. Roger grunted.

Brian gently reached out, his hand just brushing the arm of one of their sound crew as he rushed past. "Can you do what you can to get them to leave?" he asked, nodding toward the reporters. "I know it's not your job..."

"It's all right, Brian," he said. "We're trying, trust me."

"I do, Jacob."

The kid changed course, heading toward the bodyguards.

"You still know all their names," Roger observed with a chuckle. "Sometimes I forget my own lyrics. You still know each and every person that comes through our entourage, don't you?"

"I try. Nowadays I have to make flashcards." Brian arched his silver eyebrows, giving Roger a pointed look.

Relieved by the slight levity, Roger allowed himself to laugh.

Brian's cellphone rang. Or rather, it buzzed a bit from his pocket. He tried to keep it on him, even on stage, which Roger never understood. "You and Instagram," he muttered.

Brian shrugged, checking the screen. His expression quickly soured to a scowl. "John's wife," he said.

With sudden alacrity that betrayed his prior exhaustion, John crashed around the partition, knocking it over. It slammed onto the cement floor with an ear-splitting bang. "Don't answer it!" he cried.

Brian peered between the screen and John, then ignored John's protest and answered the call. After a brief greeting, he asked, "Everything okay, dear?" John returned to the couch, slumping down onto it and resting his face in his hands.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked, looking over his shoulder. "Right, yes, it's just--" Another long pause. Roger could see the gears turning behind those concerned, alert eyes, then he added, "I'm so terribly sorry. Of course. No, Roger's here. I'll--I'll tell him. And call me if you need anything. We'll be home straight away."

Roger tilted his head as Brian hung up. "Well?" he asked.

Brian stood, stunned, his expression blank. His jaw hung just slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. After some anxious shifting, he returned to the couch and sat down next to John, and though he spoke to John, Brian met Roger's eyes. "She called to tell us you'd passed away," he said.

"What?" Roger demanded.

But John just nodded, as if he'd been expecting it. "I wanted to explain before--fuck. God dammit. Look, I don't know how to say..."

"You're not dead, though. Clearly." Brian put a hand on his shoulder.

"No. I mean yes. I am. I'm not. But there's--" John bit his lip. "There'll be a... There's a body."

He looked so defeated that Roger couldn't even say something brash and annoying, like You'd better start explaining this right now! He wanted to. Because out of every emotion one could experience, Roger hated confusion the most, especially because nothing at all about any of this made sense.

As if sensing Roger's irritation, Brian held out a hand and mouthed "just wait."

Needing something to occupy himself, Roger managed to right the partition, setting it a bit farther away from the couch than before. He stood at the perimeter, making sure no one came close enough to hear. Even after that, it took John many long minutes before he finally spoke.

He looked up, eyes wet with stress and unshed tears, and said, "There were two of us."

#not bestiary #queen #queen band #ck writes #fanfic

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crowleyssidechick-blog · 5 years

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A dramatic domestic fight? Part 2

Paring : Bucky x reader (wife)

Warnings: alcohol, reckless driving and self loathing.

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She was tired, terribly drained but she wasn't empty yet. She needed to purge the emotions she had stored up within her.

She had to refuel twice and was left with less than 400$. It was when she payed closer attention to the road behind her. She immediately reached for the last burner phone she had bought. Dialing a number she knew by memory she waited for the call to connect.

'You're 20 minutes late!', Ella screeched on the other end.

'Sorry, I was distracted', she apologised in a tender voice.

'Have you been crying', Ella questioned softly.

'No', she lied snorting.

They both were quiet with a quick glance at the rearview mirror so gathered the courage and confirmed. 'I have a tail'.

'What!!', Ella had screamed.

'Who is it?, how long?', all these questions followed.

'Since the last two gas stations', she confessed.

'Has James figured out yet?', she wondered out loud.

'He has a vague idea,' Ella mumbled 'and Henry thinks that you're over reacting', she added guilty.

'So no'

'Nope', Ella popped the 'p'

'Is James home?', she inquired.

'Yeah and so is Steve'. She told her.'having drinks'.

'Ella I don't think that I'd be able to call again', she confessed

'You promised', Ella whined her voice raw clearly worried.

'So did James', she yelled.

'What about the tail, be reasonable', Ella implored.

'It's gone', she lied coolly.

'Don't lie', Ella cried.

But she cut the line before it was too and threw the burner phone out the window without a second thought.

Now on lessons on how to lose a tail by 'Y/N Barnes'

She pressed down on the accelerator unleashing the beast. Putting a worthy distance between the rider and herself. Luckily she was on a road that was empty she reached into the plastic bag and grabbed the neck of sinorita Tequila. She got out and poured the contents of the glassy bottle on the gravel. She waited against the door for the rider to catch up.

She forcefully broke the bottle and placed them on the road and managed to nick her finger only once. Her plain gold band softly reflected the illumination provided by the half moon.

She stood there and though of a name for the rider.Flinn, because his last name was rider. She giggled sadly to herself. She heard the pur of Flinn's bike, instantly she got into the Chiron.

'Alright love, let's do this', she spoke to the car.

Reaching on to the dashboard she picked up the lighter that she had picked out of the console. Waited for it to heat up. It almost scorched her palm when she saw the front light she had only 5 seconds to do this.

5.....She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

4.... She put her hand holding the heated lighter out the window. Adrenaline pumped through her body. Heart and head.

3...she could make out his figure, crouched over the bike. Deep breath, she reminded herself.

2..She released the lighter.

1. As it fell she drove off, grateful that this fuel chugging beast was capable of going from 0 to 400 in less than 2 seconds. The sacrifice of senotita Tequila had bought her those precious seconds.

'WOAHHHHH! WOOHOOO!', She exclaimed as she drove off into the darkness. Missing that fact that she had zoomed past a board that read welcome to West Virginia.

She didn't look back, not even when she turned on a dirt road and brought the car to a much quieter pace. She didn't want to startle the locals in case someone called on her.

She saw her salvation an old barn. A Barnes in a barn.

She quietly parked the now almost empty of fuel car on the side and walked up to the typical American white washed porch with rocking chairs. She ran her hands over her cloths and reached to knock on the door.

'Now, you gimme' a good reason to not have your brains over me porch', threatened an old woman holding a shotgun. She had been expecting this sort of welcome.

Back in New York her name would have been enough to grant her anything and everything. Heads would turn and people would do anything requested by 'Mrs.Barnes'. But she couldn't use that name in a situation like hers currently.

'Good evening Madam, my name is Ella', she lied in a British accent.

'I don't care what your name is', spat the woman. 'Reason!', she loaded the gun.

'I'm being persuaded by a hooligan on a bike, their entire gang actually', She spoke the truth.

'Not good enough', the woman had aimed.

'I have money and a fancy bottle of scotch, they wanted the money and then do unspeakable things to me', she averted her eyes for the dramatic effect clutching her front.

'How much?', the older woman sounded bored.

'Four hundred dollars Madam', she supplied.

'And....',

'And a bottle of scotch', She signed. James and her could share the other one.

'Done', the woman agreed never taking her aim off the woman standing before her. She quickly performed a quick check to see if anyone else was with her.

'Can I use the bathroom?', She asked politely.

'Fine, to the right', permitted the woman as she shut the door after the woman who had introduced herself as Ella walked in.

'Ma'am, my car is outside can I put it in the barn for the night?', She almost begged.

'Where will you sleep?', the older woman was annoyed.

'In my car', as she had originally intented to.

'Get me the money and the alcohol then you can do those', grumbled the old woman settling in a sofa. That sank a few inches.

'Yes ma'am', with that she dashed away.

She had given the old woman who's name was Lulabell Jackson, the money and the alcohol. Lulabell was confused upon seeing the bottle but grinned and shut the door in the woman's face. No thank you no nothing.

She had last checked the time in Lulabell's house it was 3: 11. She had been driving for 7 and a half hours. No wonder her knees and eyes stung as if she had survived the attack of a few Hornets.

As she took her shoes off, and reclined the seat back she thanked the car for the services it had rendered. Placed her feet up onto the dashboard and reached into her bag to pull out a smaller bottle of alcohol.

As she finished the bottle half way the tears were now in full flow, newer ones followed old ones. 'You are so stupid', she had blamed herself countless times.

'Maybe he doesn't desire me anymore, It has been a month since we last fucked', she wanted to hit herself but drinking seemed more interesting. Finally when she could talk and cry no longer. She curled into her side. Stomach queasy with the lack of food.

'I love James', she admited softly to herself as she stroked the seat almost imagining her James sitting across her.

'I am stupid and I will go back because I love him and he might accept me because he might still love me', she assured herself. She lifted her head to see the time on the fluorescence dial of a clock on the wooden wall of the barn. Fifteen minutes to 4 AM. Without another though she passed out cold. Letting sleep embrace her to replenish and perhaps heal.

Part 3 will be uploaded soon. Let me know what you think.

Katy

#bucky x reader #bucky x wife reader #bucky x wife fight #Bucky x reader crying.

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Five Times He Flirted, A Sixth She Caught On

Requested by: @aboutstark

Summary: Neal is very interested in you, but you aren’t catching on. 5+1; themed with holidays and celebrations because I’m excited for Christmas.

Words: 2,405

1. Valentine’s Day

Although you hadn’t been on the team for very long, one thing was very clear to you: Peter loved his wife very dearly. He let you all leave almost an hour early on Valentine’s Day just to be sure he made it home on time for their plans. It was sweet, and thoughtful. Diana was smiling more than usual about going to her reservations with her girlfriend, and you noticed that Jones had gotten lost very quickly.

Your team’s informant, Neal, stopped at your desk on his way out, holding his fedora in one hand and his blazer over his other arm. You looked up with a sincere smile. Neal puzzled you a little bit in a lot of ways, and you didn’t know him very well yet, but you liked him.

“Special plans?” He asked, gesturing with one hand to a photo on your desk of yourself and a male friend.

“Nah,” you replied, shaking your head. “For single people, Valentine’s Day is just an excuse to buy lots of chocolate without feeling self-conscious.”

Neal gave you a small, bright smile and laughed. “You have nothing to be self-conscious about,” he promised, his lips still in a handsome crooked grin. “Though I’d be happy to buy your chocolate any day.”

“Finally, a man who gets me,” you joked, giving him a friendly nudge with your elbow.

Neal smiled at you before looking ahead, checking his watch casually. “I was thinking about checking out a new restaurant that opened up in my radius. It looks chic. There are roses on the menus.”

“That sounds lovely,” you noted, checking your pockets. When you were sure you had everything you needed to head home, you gave Neal a polite smile. “I hope you have a great time!”

While you left ahead of him, Neal frowned slightly. Sure, he wasn’t certain if you were even interested, but maybe he’d been too subtle.

2. Birthday

It was just a little cupcake. You didn’t understand why the rest of your team was acting like you did something major.

It turned out that Neal’s birthday had slipped by the month prior without you even knowing. You apologized and brought him a cupcake the day after you learned, and he asserted that he appreciated it but he didn’t really celebrate. Still, you felt bad for not even knowing. He was your friend.

Since that morning, Diana, Jones, and Peter had been acting a little bit strangely, giving you looks that varied from suspicion to knowingness when you were trying not to pay attention to them. It made you feel odd. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and you went right up to Neal.

“Are you allergic to something in cupcakes?” You asked, exasperated. “Because all day, people have been looking at me like they know something I don’t, and at least one person is judging me for it.”

Neal looked just as confused as you did for a moment before his expression cleared. “It’s nothing,” he assured you smoothly, although you were certain at that point that he knew exactly what the reason was. “We don’t usually bring up birthdays in the office. It might have just seemed odd.”

“Oh…” Great. Now you felt even worse for making something out of it.

He reached for your elbow and touched your arm gently. “Hey, it’s no big deal,” he promised. “Thank you, really. And I love red velvet.”

“Ah,” you said, not too reassured. You didn’t want to stand out when you were still, relatively speaking, new. “You’re welcome.”

“And,” Neal added, dropping his hand to his side. “If you’d like to go out, we could have dinner. Or just go for desserts.”

“No, it’s okay,” you hastily said. “Well, I mean – if you want to go out – but it’s about you. If you’re happy not celebrating, then that’s fine. We don’t have to do anything. I just – I wanted to acknowledge it. You’re my friend.”

Neal’s smile was smaller, but still warm. “You’re mine, too.”

He watched you go and silently rolled his eyes, making a note to himself to talk to Peter later. No doubt the agent had gossiped about Neal’s wine-plied admission that he’d been flirting with you, and now the others were curious if the cupcake was secretly romantic.

3. Fourth of July

You weren’t a huge fan of July 4th. Or, more accurately, you weren’t a huge fan of the night of July 4th. All of the fireworks, partying, and rowdiness made it hard to get some decent sleep once you were done looking at the explosions out your window, but this year you were at least making a good memory out of it. The Burkes invited you, as well as several other friends, to a late evening cookout on their back patio.

After chatting with Diana, you spent some time making small talk with one of El’s friends. Then Satchmo barked, almost right as the doorbell rang, and you excused yourself to answer it.

“Hey, thanks for the save,” you said to Neal as you opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of nicer wine, as well as a six-pack of Peter’s favorite beer.

“It’s that bad? Maybe I should escape while I can,” he joked, letting you take the beer so he could close the door and pet the dog.

“It was just the small talk,” you admitted, almost embarrassed. “I’m not very good at it, and it turns out that I don’t know very many people here.”

“I’ll be your wingman,” he volunteered, giving you a charming smile. “Just stick by me. I’m great at making conversation.”

“Works for me,” you decided, walking with him to the kitchen and setting your respective loads onto the table. “How late are you staying? I can save you a taxi fare.”

“For the fireworks, definitely,” Neal nodded, smiling brightly at you. “And I’d love that.”

“You like fireworks?” You asked curiously, surprised by how eager he seemed. Although they were loud and flashy like he acted, you suspected that Neal was a quieter, more private person than he let on. You had noticed that he had a great skill of speaking a lot while saying very little of substance, and in your experience, that ability was best honed by people who didn’t like to share much about themselves.

“Don’t you?” He asked, avoiding the question with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you said, “But I asked you.”

“I love them,” he said, starting to smile again. “Otherwise I’d be less comfortable with all the fireworks I feel between us.”

“Oh, for – that was so cheesy!” You giggled and swatted his arm.

4. Halloween

The bell on your cute choker jingled. “Hey, Neal, could you help me with-“ You looked up to meet his eyes while you spoke to him, but you stopped midsentence instead. “Are you wearing eyeliner?”

Neal gave you a disarmingly handsome grin and countered, “Are you wearing face paint?”

You started to bring a hand up to your face before you remembered not to touch it. You were worried you would smudge your nose and whiskers. “Yes, I am,” you said, playfully arch, daring him to call you childish. “I’m a cat and I’m adorable. What are you, a vampire?”

“Also yes,” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his ankles. “American Horror Story.”

“Oh,” you realized, tilted your head, and looked more closely at him. Other than eyeliner and maybe some pale powder, Neal had coiffed his hair differently and instead of a dress shirt under his jacket, he was wearing a solid black button-up with the top buttons undone. “Huh. I can see it. You watch American Horror Story?”

“A friend may have suggested it,” he admitted. “I couldn’t get past the death house.”

You giggled a little. “The eyeliner’s working for you,” you reassured, bending down slightly at his desk to put down a file for him to see. “Anyway, I wasn’t sure what this meant, I thought you might know.”

Neal looked over the page and ran it through quickly, giving you a concise explanation and even helpfully explaining a connection that you hadn’t noticed yet. When you thanked him, he smiled at you and picked up the papers to hand them back. Your hands accidentally brushed, but you didn’t mind it.

“Any time. I love cats,” he teased.

“Who doesn’t, Donovan?” You shot back good-naturedly.

5. Christmas

The FBI was a government facility, so technically, they weren’t supposed to endorse any particular cultural tradition over another. That didn’t stop its agents from putting up some little decorations around the WCCD come the holiday season. You saw a couple miniature dreidels and menorahs, but mostly, you saw small, decorative trees and strands of tinsel hanging off of desks. Someone put cinnamon and ginger in the kitchenette, and an entire box of cocoa mix, so the air even smelled like the season.

You smiled at the little mistletoe sprig hanging over the kitchenette’s doorframe on your way inside for some hot chocolate. It may not be strictly professional, but it was cute, and following a long, slogging case that you had started to think you wouldn’t close, you could use something to lift your mood.

The steam of the water percolator helped to perk you up, and after adding your cocoa mix you tipped in some cinnamon. You added a coffee mixer to your mug before picking it up, feeling the heat tingling in your hands.

Once you felt like your cheeks weren’t red anymore, you turned to leave, holding your cocoa close, only to see Neal leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, a modest smile on his face. He was wearing a green- and red-striped tie. “That smells fantastic,” he said, eyebrows lifted slightly while you smiled.

“It really does,” you agreed. “There’s spices in the cabinet, next to the mugs if you want to make some for yourself,” you helpfully advised on your way out, passing by him.

“Y/N,” Neal called for you, sounding amused, and you stopped a couple feet away. Careful not to spill your drink, you turned around inquisitively. The artist looked up over his head suggestively to the mistletoe you had just passed under.

“Have you been standing there by the door just to claim the mistletoe made you kiss someone?” You accused, grinning playfully.

“No, that would be silly of me,” Neal defended with an equally playful gleam in his eyes, even while his expression stayed serious. “I’ve been standing under the door for an excuse to kiss you.”

Your smile widened almost to the point that your cheeks ached. “Very cute, Neal,” you chuckled and went to your desk.

Neal bit the inside of his cheek while looking after you, then looked up again. The plastic berries in the sprig shone where the light touched them, and it did look very inviting. He withheld a sigh and turned around to make some cocoa. It really did smell good.

1. New Year’s

The Burkes held another little party for New Year’s Eve. It was too cold now to cook on the grill or to leave the patio door open, but the toasty smell of El’s gingerbread and the comforting haze of a glass of red made you feel warm and content. Peter was catching up with a friend from another division and their beer bottles clinked in a toast; the dog’s collar jingled while Satchmo moved somewhere warmer, out of the way of moving feet; the kitchen was the most crowded room as El took a fresh cinnamon-apple pie from the oven.

The intense smells and suddenly having more people around you, combined with your slightly jumbled thoughts, made you a little claustrophobic. You slipped through the small crowd to the patio, pushed open the door, and walked into the cool air which hit you like a shot of caffeine. As your mind cleared, you hugged yourself and kept your hands warm under your arms.

The door opened and closed again, and a familiar cologne scent met your nose through the crisp air. You smiled slightly. “Following me, Neal?”

Neal, who carried a glass of water so cold there was still condensation dripping from it, offered it to you. “You looked like you needed a moment.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, taking the cup and sipping. “Thank you. I didn’t have much, I suppose it’s the tiredness, too.” You yawned but covered your mouth. “I want to stay and watch the fireworks.” If they went high enough, then you would be able to see them from the townhouse.

“You know,” Neal started, his tone light and a little suggestive, “I hear that on midnight of the new year, it’s a good idea to kiss someone.”

“Yeah, supposedly it’s romantic, especially underneath fireworks.” You nodded, putting your glass on the porch rail.

“We both like fireworks,” he continued, raising his eyebrows at you.

… Something snapped into place in your mind. “Wait, are – are you flirting with me?” You asked, incredulous. Why else would he be implying that he wanted to start off New Year’s Day by kissing you? Although shocking, it was also very flattering, and your cheeks warmed in spite of the cool breeze.

Neal’s mouth twitched. The corner of his lips lifted into a wry half-smile. “I have been all year, thanks for noticing.”

“Oh, no,” you moaned. “You mean this whole time-“

“Yep.”

“And I-“

“Yes again.”

You started to laugh a little. “I’m sorry.” It was a little embarrassing that you’d been so oblivious, but it was also very sweet that he had kept trying, even after so long. It made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach, a feeling of nerves and affection that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “You’re right, we do like fireworks…”

Neal smiled widely. “Is that a yes to the kiss?”

“It’s a yes to the kiss,” you confirmed, checking your watch and seeing that it was only a couple minutes away. “If you’ll say yes to a real date sometime soon.”

Neal slipped his arm around you. His hand splayed on your side and he rubbed his thumb warmly over your shirt. “I have been trying to take you on a real date for ten months,” he said with emphasis, playful. This time you knew for sure that he was teasing you. “You have a deal.”

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faithfulcat111 · 5 years

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He Would Be Fine Part 2

Summary: Virgil has been asked to switch roommates and is denying that he is struggling.

Warnings: Anxiety, mention of therapy, panic attack, mention of fighting, seizure

Part of my Sanders Sides College AU

Writing Masterpost

Part 1 | Part 3

Word Count: 1640

"Hey boys, take a seat while I finish this email and then we can talk," Toby barely glanced at them when they walked into his office. Roman dropped down onto the couch across from Toby's desk, using one hand to tug Virgil down into the seat next to him. Logan sat on the arm of the couch next to Roman, his feet up in Roman's lap as he leaned against the wall. Virgil could feel himself start to curl into himself, grabbing at his elbows as his heart beat faster.

Virgil was sitting on his bed trying to work out some problems with his research survey and why the data was everywhere when the door to his bedroom slammed open. He curled backwards, into the little alcove his bed was in, hoping that Declan wouldn't bother him as he grabbed whatever he had come here for. He really didn't feel up to dealing with people right now, not when he still had mounds of homework to do before his job started in two hours. But it was Roman's face that poked around the corner with a smile on his face, "Hey, Toby has agreed to speak with Logan and I about next semester's living situation and we want you there too."

"Okay, done, what is up guys?" Toby said, finally turning away from the computer.

Roman took the lead, "I know we have talked a few different times about next semester's living situation. Harley going on co-op means there is a spot opening upstairs in Brian, Logan, and Patton's apartment. And I know that the original plan was to have me move upstairs with them. But what about Virgil? He has expressed that he doesn't enjoy living downstairs either and that he misses Patton."

Toby turned towards Virgil, and even though his voice was gentle, Virgil could still feel himself curl up more as Toby asked, "Virgil, is this true?"

"I thought it was decided already," Virgil tried not to whisper.

"Yeah, but are you really happy down here? I know I'm not with Declan and Remy's constant fighting. Besides I have a couple of different suggestions," Roman said.

"Y-yeah," Virgil stuttered as he felt his throat tighten.

Luckily for him, the conversation continued, as Toby asked, "Well, what do you suggest?"

"Either Brian moves downstairs and Virgil moves up with Roman or Declan and Remy room together like they were supposed to and Patton moves down and rooms with Virgil," Logan stated.

"Or Patton moves downstairs and either Declan or Remy move upstairs. Separate them entirely," Roman added.

Virgil was sitting at his new desk, his music blasting in his headphones as he ignored the sounds of yelling from the living room. Things had de-escalated down here more than he realized. Also, the apartment walls were thicker than he realized. He turned the music up a little more and pulled his programming notes closer.

"I don't know if Declan or Remy will agree to being roommates or not being apartment-mates," Toby mused. "We got to think of what makes others happy here."

"And why do we have to bow to them?" Roman snapped. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Someone is going to have to make a sacrifice somewhere. And I know that it is gonna end up being one of us if you don't push a little." Virgil felt something grab his hand and squeeze it and tried to breathe.

"You want to live with Patton, I want to live with Logan. We can't let the wants of everyone else make us unhappy," Roman said, resting his hands on the end of Virgil's bedframe. "So, when we get in there, you need to hold fast to what you want. Don't give in."

Virgil gulped, already feeling his insides twist as he looked up at this younger boy doing his best to rile him to action, "O-okay."

Toby nodded, his face extremely passive. Virgil didn't like that he couldn't read what was happening. He squeezed Roman's hand back. Finally, Toby looked over at Virgil, "Would you be okay with just being in the same apartment as Patton? If I can't convince Brian or Declan or Remy to move, will you be willing to stay downstairs if I move Patton down too?"

Virgil glanced over at the other two. Logan was watching him, his gaze blank, while Roman stared straight ahead at Toby. Virgil looked back at Toby to say, "Y-yes, I would take that." He immediately felt Roman let go of his hand. Damn...

Virgil's music had stopped twenty minutes ago, but he was too engrossed in his textbook to care. He was reading something interesting about Native American cultures and while he didn't know what this had to do with his speech class yet, at least his professor was giving them something fun before preparing for their final speech. His calm was interrupted when there were voices suddenly behind him. Declan and Remy walked into the room chatting. He heard the conversation die slightly as they spotted him, but he just clicked to the next page. This was his room too. He was not leaving. They could go to Remy and Roman's room if they wanted to chat privately. After a moment the conversation started back up again like he wasn't even there. Good.

Toby nodded. "Okay thank you Virgil, you can go. Logan and Roman, stay, I still want to talk to you." Virgil got up to dart for the door, but right before leaving, Toby spoke up again, "Verge, you are trying right? To spend time with your new roommates?"

Virgil nodded quickly.

Virgil stood just within the apartment building, looking at the stairs leading upstairs. He had been doing his afternoon homework upstairs with Patton, just like he had been doing all semester. But Toby had called him out for spending more time in his old apartment than his new one. Didn't matter that Roman and Logan continued to spend just as much time either upstairs or downstairs in each other's rooms or the fact that Declan and Remy were both rarely home. Virgil was the one expected to try harder. He sighed. Toby was probably upset with him because he admitted that he quit therapy. Again. But he was getting sick of being the only one, or the only consistent one to show up to group social anxiety sessions. Didn't help his anxiety any when that happened. But Virgil was still gonna do it. He stepped into his empty apartment and set up his programming homework at the dining room table.

Virgil barely made it into his bedroom and the door closed before the panic attack finally hit. He collapsed on the ground, clutching the strands of carpet as he heaved for air. His brain and lungs were not cooperating and his heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. He needed to breathe. Breathe. Breathe!

"I have allergies so I run this diffuser to help clear the air sometimes. Do you have any specific allergies?" Declan asked when he finally got home that weekend.

Virgil looked up from where he was attempting to duck tape his shoe. He hadn't realized his black tennis shoes had gotten so bad and his black boots were too loud for this theatre's backstage, but he didn't have any money to replace his shoes till after this job, so duck tape it was. Virgil started to shake his head before saying, "No lavender. I'm not allergic. I just can't stand it. At all."

"Got it. Also, run any candles you want to burn past me, to make sure I'm not allergic to those either," Declan added.

Virgil jerked his head at his desk where a large sea salt candle sat, "That is my only one, so feel free to take a whiff whenever."

"Okay," Declan said. "I think we are going to make it through the rest of this semester just fine."

After a few minutes likely, but what felt like a few hours, Virgil could finally breathe again. He barely pushed himself up to his knees when there was another, quieter knock on his door. He scrambled up quickly, scrubbing at his face and shoving the lingering bits of his panic attack down as he opened the door to see Roman and Logan. "Yes?" he asked, trying to keep his face steady.

If either of them saw anything, they kept quiet as Logan said, "Toby is gonna talk to the other boys. Hopefully, this all works out so everyone is happy. But right now, we just got to find out which stubborn pain will give first."

"Not us," Roman added, sternly. Then softer, "It will all be okay Verge, you'll see."

Virgil just nodded, "Thank you."

Virgil frowned at his phone as he noticed a text from Toby, 'Declan's boyfriend is over right now. He had an attack. Keep an eye on them.' Virgil walked into his apartment, peeking in his bedroom door. Declan lay out on his bed, his boyfriend, a quiet one whose name Verge couldn't remember, held one hand. He nodded a greeting to Virgil and Virgil asked, "Do either of you need anything?"

Declan's boyfriend shook his head, "Nah, we'll be heading out as soon as he can get up again."

Virgil nodded and quickly grabbed his laptop from his desk before setting up on the living room couch where he could binge-watch YouTube and watch the two of them at the same time.

The two said their goodbyes and Virgil quietly closed his door before sliding down the door as the last of the panic attack grabbed his heart and lungs full-force. It took all his concentration to keep breathing, but as soon as another thought could cross his mind it was simply relief that something would change soon.

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