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munsonsmixtapes · 27 days

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Fulfill My Fantasy

Based on this poll, it looks like rockstar!Eddie has won!

rockstar!Eddie x plus size!groupie!reader

summary: you jump at the chance to finally hook up with your celebrity crush in a porta potty at a music festival

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) reader calls Eddie a good boy

If you were being honest, you had been convinced that you were put on this earth for the sole reason to fuck rockstars. You had been in the pants of the most famous names out there, each one being surprisingly easier than the last. They were always so eager to get into anyone’s pants and you always left them wanting more even though you never slept with the same person twice.

Your most recent target was Eddie Munson, even though you weren’t sure you would have been able to get to him because he was always already with someone. You almost had him in Texas, but saw him enter his dressing room with another girl so you took the loss and tried again in Missouri only for the same thing to happen.

You felt a little stupid for trying so hard if it wasn’t going to work out, so you just decided that you’d give up and stopped following Corroded Coffin on tour. You then settled for men who you weren’t interested in, completely forgetting about Eddie altogether since you knew that wouldn’t happen. It was all just a pipe dream, it seemed.

You found yourself at yet another music festival, on the prowl for yet another celebrity to add to your list, but weren’t finding anyone who you felt was worth your time. They were all either creeps or just weren’t interested in you. But then, as if the universe had listened, your eyes locked on Beckett Brooks, the guitarist of one of your favorite bands, who was purchasing a beer from one of stalls.

You made a beeline for him and stood behind him to act like you were in line. You didn’t know why you were nervous since you had done the same thing more times that you could count. Maybe it was because you had looked up to him for so many years.

You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, giving you a bright smile once he caught sight of you. You watched his eyes rake down your body and you were eating it up, hoping he was liking what he saw.

“Hi,” he greeted and your smile matched his as he put his hand out for you to shake. “I’m Beckett,” he introduced himself and you shook his hand briefly before letting yours fall back by your side.

“Y/n,” you replied and he nodded and he turned to grab the beer he had purchased that was sitting on the counter of the stall and twisted off the cap before taking a swig of the drink.

“Can I buy you a drink?” There was no way you were drinking with no one around to take care of you, but you’d definitely take a soda or water because it was so hot in the summer heat.

“I’ll take a water.” You really needed to hydrate, especially with what the two of you were going to get up to if you played your card right.

“Sure,” he nodded and ordered you a water while you tried to amp up the flirting to really get the ball rolling.

“I saw you on stage earlier,” you told him as he handed you the bottle of water and he looked at you in interest, as if he was intrigued by what you were saying.

“Oh yeah?” He titled his head to the side and pushed some of his blond hair out of the way. You thought the long hair suited him and wondered what it felt like. It looked soft and shiny in the sunlight.

“Mhm,” you nodded, taking a sip from your water.

“What’d you think?” They were great as always, but you couldn’t help but notice that they were pitchy in a few spots.

“You guys were really good,” you told him, putting on the excited face that men always ate up. “Especially you.” You stepped closer to him and wanted to push some hair behind his ear when you felt an arm drape over your shoulder.

You turned your head and held in a gasp as you saw that Eddie Munson was standing next to you. He was dressed in a mesh top that showed off his tattoos and nipple piercings off so nicely. The top was paired with a very short pair of black shorts and you had to stop yourself from drooling at how hot he looked. Honestly, it should have been illegal.

He turned to you with his signature mega watt smile and you tried to figure out what he was up to. You had had maybe a couple of conversations with him over the years and honestly didn’t think that he even knew who you were. Especially not enough to have his arm draped over your shoulders as if you were old friends.

“Sorry I’m late, hon,” he smiled and you furrowed your eyebrows, unsure as to what he was up to. You barely knew each other and now he was acting as if you were super close despite the face that you had only had a few conversations that had only consisted of small talk.

“Eddie, man, so good to see you,” Beckett greeted him, but Eddie couldn’t have given less of a fuck, keeping his gaze on you. You looked into his eyes and the sun reflected off of them, making them a warm honey color that was just so pretty.

“Hey, Beck,” he gave him a wave, still keeping his eyes locked on yours. “I think Millie, you know, your girlfriend, was looking for you.” Eddie finally turned to the guitarist and gave him a look that told him to get lost and Beckett was quick to make himself scarce.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I should go find her. It was nice to meet you, y/n.” This wasn’t the first time that you found out that one of them had a significant other, but at least you had found out before sleeping with one them this time.

You pushed Eddie’s arm off of you and turned to face him, wondering what he was playing at. You had a feeling that this little game was for his own personal gain and that he wasn’t just trying to protect you like he may have wanted you to believe.

He just smiled at you and you hated that you almost wanted to melt looking into his stupid, pretty brown eyes. It was almost as if he was looking at you on purpose and you had a feeling that look got him out of so much trouble.

“What the fuck was that?” You yelled, ignoring the eyes that were now on you. Eddie just crossed his arms over your chest and blinked at you as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, y/n,” he shrugged and that made you even more angry. He wasn’t going to get away with what he did and you were going to make sure of it.

“Bullshit.” You stepped closer to him and he mimicked your actions, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Oh, she’s getting angry.” You were falling right into his trap and you didn’t even care. He deserved to be yelled at.

“Of course I’m angry. You drove Beckett away while I was just about to get him.” You weren’t even close to getting him, but you could have been having him in that moment if Eddie hadn’t ruined it for reasons you were still unsure of.

“I think that was an exaggeration,” he laughed. “But I honestly think you dodged a bullet. I mean, he has a girlfriend and honestly, he’s not that great in bed.” He grimaced as if he had been speaking from experience and that didn’t surprise you since Eddie was openly bisexual and seemed to get around just as much or maybe even more than you did.

“Right, of course you’d know.” You crossed your arms over your chest and smirked as Eddie’s face twisted into a look of anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He glared and you just stepped closer to him so you were toe to toe.

“We both know what to means. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find a hook up since you ran mine off.” You turned on your heel and searched around for another person as Eddie followed you, not wanting to lose you in any of the crowds. He has already been looking for you all day and wasn’t going to have all of that time go to waste.

Little did you know that he had wanted to hook up with you just as much as you wanted to hook up with him. He had wanted you the moment he saw you, but he was just so intimidated by your beauty that his mouth went dry when he tried to talk to you. So, he settled for another girl and let you slip through his fingers twice.

Today was the day, though. He was desperate for you and really needed to know how his dick felt inside you and it was driving him mad thinking about you. Maybe interrupting your conversation with Beckett was wrong, but he thought you deserved to know the truth about him even if the reason why he did it was selfish.

“Hey, wait up!” He grabbed your arm and pulled you back, turning you around to face him. “Why don’t you hook up with me?”

“After what you just pulled? Fuck no!” You laughed and even though it was at him, Eddie still loved the sound and wondered what he could do to make you do it again.

“Listen,” he licked his lips. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in Atlanta, okay?” You figured he hadn’t been lying since he remembered the exact city he first saw you. And even though you believed him, he was not off the hook.

“I saw you backstage and ran into a wall because I was staring at you.” You didn’t believe that, though. Unless he had some sort of proof, you were convinced that he was lying. If he wanted to have you, he was going to try harder. He was going to have to beg. On his knees. With tears.

“Right. So that’s why you passed on me twice?” You had a point there. That definitely didn’t make him look good.

“I was nervous. You’re just so pretty that I was intimidated.” You laughed again and wondered how stupid he thought you were. This definitely wasn’t your first time hearing that and it wouldn’t be the last.

“This may work on new groupies, but I’ve been around long enough to have heard that line more times than I can count. You know, for an alleged casanova, you’re doing really bad at this.”

“What do you want me to do, y/n? Beg?” Exactly. He was finally getting it and you didn’t even have to spell it out for him.

“Right on the money, Munson. You’re not as dumb as you look.”

“I can beg,” he nodded furiously.

At that, Eddie dropped to his knees and grabbed onto your hips while he looked at you. You loved seeing him so small and pathetic and were eating up the way his eyebrows pinched together as if he was in pain.

“Please forgive me,” he begged, his voice coming out like a whine and you felt yourself getting wet at the sound of it.

“Gonna need a little more.” Your hands moved to his hair, giving his head a scratch.

“Please,” he said again, his words somehow coming out even more whiny. “I promise I’ll be a good boy.” Your pussy was become a sopping mess and you desperately needed him inside you.

“Alright, I forgive you,” you nodded, giving his head another scratch and he hummed at the sound. “Now c’mon.” You pulled him to his feet and took him by hand to lead him to the only private place you could think of.

“Where are we going?” He asked and you just ignored him, pulling him across the grass as fast as you could without breaking out into a full on sprint.

You finally got to the porta potties and Eddie nodded, finally understanding what you were getting at. You pulled him to the only vacant one at the far end and he opened the door, letting you in first. You both squeezed inside, the space very tight and your lips were on his in an instant, not wanting to waste any time since the place wasn’t somewhere anyone wanted to be for longer than necessary.

You liked into his mouth and he let out a whimper as his hands moved to your waist, his hands dipping into the waist band of your skirt as your tongues swirled around each other, the two of your letting out moans as you did so.

“Take off my skirt,” you instructed and he was quick to oblige.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.

“Good boy,” you patted his head and it drove him wild to hear you call him that, practically creaming his pants at hearing it.

Eddie removed your skirt in record speed before taking off his shorts and underwear. He reached into the pockets of his shorts and pulled out a condom before opening it and rolling the thing onto his cock then thrusting into you, both of you letting out moans as he did so.

He thrusted in and out of you slowly so the movement wouldn’t rock the porta potty even though you both always wanted it fast and hard. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your fingers into them, pressing little crescent shapes into the skin as you did so.

“Fuck, so good,” you moaned and Eddie continued, testing the waters by moving a little faster and harder and you moaned even louder, digging your nails further into his skin. He responded by grabbing onto the backs of your thighs and you jumped, knowing that he would be able to catch you even though you were bigger than him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you buried your face into his neck as he fit all of himself inside of you, both of you letting out loud moans as he did so.

“Taking me so well, hon,” he breathed. “Look so good wrapped around me too. Like, fuck. You’re even hotter than I imagined.” He continued to pump in and out of your cunt and his fingers dug into your ass as he tried to keep putting all of himself inside of you, your moans getting louder as he did so.

“Same goes for you. You’re much bigger than I anticipated.” That was exactly what he liked to hear and in response, he pumped the hardest and fastest he could, nor even caring if it made the whole thing too over.

“Sh-shit, Eddie. Oh my god.” Your head tilted back as your eyes closed and Eddie wished he had a camera to photograph just how fucking hot you looked in that moment.

Just as you both reached your climaxes, the porta potty did in fact tip over and it was needless to say that the both of you had been asked to leave and were told that you were never allowed to return to the event ever again.

But neither of you cared and you laughed your entire way to your car to continue where you left off, finding it hilarious that you really thought you could get away with fucking in a porta potty. Well, at least you both had a great story to tell to tell people how you officially met.

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yuta-nakamots · 4 years

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misfit - j.sc

Pairing - Sungchan x Reader

Genre - Horror/Thriller, Angst, Fluff

Warnings - serial killer, character death, violence, murder, implications of sex

Summary - A murderer is on the loose, killing with no regret and ending the lives of more than just a few people. No one knew who it was, turning against each other upon even the slightest bit of doubt. Maybe you should’ve been more careful with who you chose to trust.

Word Count - 5.3k

A/N - this is inspired entirely from a dream I had a few days ago. I've added very little to what I saw in my dream aside from Sungchan as the male lead. yes, I am freaked out by this and yes, I am scared of writing for Sungchan bc I don’t know his personality all too well but as an ‘01 liner myself I have faith in us

Written for the #NeoHalloween writing festival hosted by @nct-writers. Check out the masterlist here.

For five months now, your town has lived in fear. A serial killer was on the loose and he was known by the name of Hickleback Jack though no one knew where the name came from or who had started it. Each month, the population of your town voted on the local community board to have one person executed who they thought was Hickleback Jack. So far, not a single guess was right leaving five innocent people dead. Well, five plus an extra thirty, give or take.

See, the thing about Hickleback Jack, was that every time the votes came in at the end of the month, he could see just who voted for him and targeted them as his next victims. He killed six of those people over the following month, adding up to seven dead each time the town guessed incorrectly. It was getting to a point where no one trusted each other, no one dared to say anything against each other in fear of being accused or in fear of being the next to fall mercy to Hickleback Jack.

Not much was known about this killer other than his appearance. He’s male with a tall and broad figure though he always covers his face with some kind of mask. His common weapon is known to be an axe. People have claimed to have seen him late at night under the dim orange glow of the street lamps but he was never caught by the authorities, leaving everyone restless and waiting for the next kill.

The night was still young when you had gotten home from school and it was a Friday night which was basically an open invitation for you to call over your boyfriend, Sungchan. He had transferred in to your university at the start of the school year, and had ended up sitting next to you during your sophomore seminar class, leading to the start of your friendship with him.

A simple friendship soon blossomed into a relationship after Sungchan’s bright personality began shining through his somewhat intimidating exterior. You lived without fear when Sungchan was around, the love you had for him blocking out anything else in the world that wasn’t him.

You sat on your bed, your homework spread out in front of you while you held your phone up to your ear. “Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask as soon as he picks up your call.

You hear rustling on the other end of the call before Sungchan clears his throat and speaks, his voice husky from sleep. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said, do you want to come over tonight?” You paused and heard him yawn. “You fell asleep after class didn’t you?” You smiled to yourself thinking of your boyfriend’s handsome face as he napped after getting back to his apartment once he finished with his classes for the day, which was a common occurrence now that the semester was in full swing.

“Mmm,” he hummed in thought, “as much as I’d love to, I really shouldn’t have taken that nap because of how much homework I have.”

“Oh, that’s okay, do your homework first,” you reassure him, “maybe we can hang out some other time this weekend. It’s only Friday after all.”

“Definitely. Are you starting yours right now?” Sungchan asked.

“Yeah, I’d rather not wait and end up cramming on Sunday night.” You laughed, knowing that said event has happened more times that you’d like to admit.

Sungchan let out a noise of agreement. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my homework though.”

“Same here.” You promised.

“Alright, let’s get to work and I’ll talk to you soon.” He told you.

“Sounds good, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that you hung up, eager to start on your homework in hopes of getting to spend more time with your boyfriend. You actually had a lot of it this weekend thanks to molecular biology, and you figured that if you couldn’t talk to Sungchan, who had yet to take the course, you called up your study group discord instead. Luckily, many of them were in similar situations as you, faced with the daunting task of completing all the worksheets assigned during class earlier in the day.

“Okay so was anyone paying attention during the lecture today?” Your classmate Chenle asked.

“I know Yeji fell asleep so you’re in the same boat as her.” You interject, recalling the sight of both of them knocked out in their seats as the professor droned on about the functions of the structures inside cells.

Yeji let out a gasp of shock at how blatantly you called her out. “I may have fallen asleep but at least I still know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

“Everyone knows that, Yeji.” Your other classmate Jaemin said, his voice void of enthusiasm.

“Okay, Jaemin, we get it, Mr. Serious.” You teased.

“Yeah, this is a biology study group, not a bible study group, lighten up a little.” Chenle jokes.

Jaemin scoffed, “sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s trying to do well in this class.”

“Well not all of us enjoy the taste of coffee with six shots of caffeine in them.” Yeji argued back.

“Guys,” you called out as Jaemin and Yeji started arguing, “guys!” They finally stopped to hear what you had to say. “Let’s just get this over with sooner rather than later because I know none of us want to be awake at 2am trying to figure this out alone.”

“Agreed,” Chenle said, “so question three, the one about the DNA mutation, how is missense different from nonsense?”

“Missense is where one of the bases mutates and changes to something else, therefore changing the protein level,” Jaemin explained, “nonsense is the same theoretical concept except it spells out one of the stop codes.”

Yeji let out a groan, “can you slow down, or like, I don’t know, use easier words or something?”

Most of your night passed by like this and before you knew it, it was already nearing midnight and you could tell your classmates were just as exhausted as you. “I think we should call it here.”

“Definitely,” Yeji confirmed, “tomorrow morning at 10?”

You all let out similar answers of acknowledgement before Chenle spoke up. “The poll closes on tomorrow night so make sure to vote if you haven’t already.”

Because of how long this has been going on for, everyone was already on the same page once someone mentioned the poll or voting. “There were only five kills this month so I wouldn’t be surprised if the last one is announced tomorrow or Sunday morning.” Jaemin chimed in.

“All the recent kills were related to the university so I know a lot of people are suspecting someone in our age range.” Yeji informed the group.

Jaemin let out a chuckle, “if the killer actually is a college student, I wouldn’t be surprised since it is getting close to the last wave of midterms and then finals so that would explain why the victims fall into the same category.” The chat fell silent at that. “I’m just saying that he’s getting a little lazy by grouping all his kills like this.”

“Jaemin, are you sure you’re not the killer?” Chenle asked with a laugh at the end.

“Guys, I can promise you that I’m not the killer, I swear on my life.” Jaemin promised.

“Alright, that’s enough detective work for tonight, I’ll start the call again around 10 tomorrow. Sounds good?” You conclude, wanting to curl up under your covers already, which is exactly what you do once everyone wishes each other a good night and hung up.

Morning came a little too quickly for your liking, the bright sunlight flooding into your room through the window and forcing you awake. Checking your phone, you saw that it was 9:30am, meaning you had some time to spare before your next meeting with the bio study group, along with a notification from Sungchan that he had sent well after you had fallen asleep.

Sungchan > y/n

2:14am: Just got rescheduled to work opening shift tomorrow.

2:15am: Didn’t finish my homework but I can stop by at your house after work with my stuff and we can hang out and have fun once we’re both done?

Your heart warmed at how he stayed up late trying to finish his homework for you and that he suggested the idea of coming over after his shift at a small local restaurant finished just so the two of you could be together even if you’d be focusing on your own tasks for a while.

y/n > Sungchan

9:32am: Sorry I didn’t text back earlier, I just woke up!

9:32am: But of course you can come over, I might even be done with my work by then ;)

You plugged your phone to let it charge and left it on your nightstand as you made yourself breakfast downstairs. The house was quiet since your mom already left for work and you dad worked a night shift job and was probably sleeping at the moment. It was strangely serene as you prepared yourself a bowl of cereal though the calm was rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone coming from your room.

Deciding to get it after eating breakfast, you poured the cereal in first, thinking about the way Sungchan had told you before that he liked to pour the milk first and let the cereal soak up the milk. “It makes it super soggy and I like it.” He tried reasoning with you, to which you only raised an eyebrow at.

Just as you put the milk carton back into the refrigerator and was about to take a bit of your cereal, your phone started going off again. You placed your bowl onto the kitchen table and made your way back up to your bedroom to see what it was that was so important this early in the morning. Checking the notifications, it was Yeji who had been calling you so you shot her a message.

y/n > Yeji

9:39am: What’s up?

Yeji > y/n

9:40am: I just dreamt that it was Jaemin who was the killer

9:40am: please call me right now I feel like I’m going to go insane

You heeded her words and called her immediately. “So what happened in the dream?”

“I don’t know, I just remember being chased by a man with an axe and I was running to the school to try to see if I could get help but then I tripped and when I turned around, it was Jaemin.” Yeji blurted out without a single breath in between.

You paused, trying to take in all the information she just threw at you. “Do you have any reason as to why you think you dreamt this?”

“The way he was talking last night,” she stopped to catch her breath, “he spoke so in detail that I couldn’t help but overthink like, what if he is actually the killer? What if we’re next?”

“Well, you can vote for him in the poll if you want but personally, I don’t think it’s him.” You think of your next words carefully. “I’m not trying to invalidate your thoughts but Jaemin does come from a reputable family-”

“Y/n, it could be anyone. Family doesn’t matter. We have no information on the guy, we don’t know what economic class he’s in or anything.” Yeji interrupted.

You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts before speaking again. “That is true, but we all know Jaemin wants to be a surgeon right? He’s in all these difficult classes and he maintains such high grades-”

“Okay but how is that relevant?” Yeji interrupted yet again.

She was getting on your nerves but you held yourself back. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that with the amount of time and effort he puts into school, I don’t think he could be the killer. The killer plans his kills well enough that we just can’t find him and that probably takes just as much time as school does for us.”

Yeji took a while to respond though when she did, her words surprised you. “Now you’re starting to sound like the killer.”

“Yeji, I can promise you that it’s not me. I’m just as scared as you are in this whole situation,” you reasoned, “I’ll even vote for Jaemin if it makes you feel better.”

She let out a sigh across the line. “Okay fine. Maybe a kill will happen while we’re on the call and it’ll clear Jaemin’s name.”

“I think you’re letting it all get to you, just try not to think about it for a bit.” You advised.

“But am I really overreacting y/n? We live every day in fear of being the next victim. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us, so am I really overreacting?” You look over at the clock on your wall as she spoke, realizing that it’s already 9:55 and you should probably start the call already.

“No, I don’t think you’re overreacting, I’m just saying that constantly thinking about it to this extent isn’t good for you. We still have school to pay attention to,” you explain, “speaking of, I’m gonna start the call now.”

“I can’t just stop thinking about it that easily but whatever, let’s just hope that we’re not associating ourselves with a murderer by doing this.” You can only shake your head as you start the call.

Chenle joined immediately followed by Yeji. “Good morning ladies, President Zhong here. How are we doing on this fine day?”

You rolled your eyes even though a smile spread across your face. “I’m doing good, Mr. President. Ready to finish off these worksheets.”

“Good, good,” Chenle affirmed, sticking with his act, “and you, Miss Yeji?”

“Fine.” She shot out.

Chenle let out a quiet chuckle, “someone’s a little grumpy this morning. Maybe we should’ve met a bit later.”

“No, let’s just get this over with.” Yeji grumbled just as Jaemin joined.

“Great! Now that the head brain cell is here, let’s get this meeting started.” Chenle exclaimed.

Four hours into your meeting and eight out of ten worksheets later, your phone begins to ring with an incoming call from Sungchan. “Hold on guys, I gotta take this call. Hello?”

“I’m downstairs, come pick me up.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies that spread throughout your chest upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. You got up to let him in though you certainly didn’t miss the teasing coming from your laptop as your classmates yelled about you and Sungchan.

As you made your way downstairs, you froze halfway down the stairs, seeing Sungchan already in the kitchen eating the bowl of cereal you forgot about. “I’m guessing you made this for yourself earlier and forgot to eat it.” He said through a mouthful of food.

“Babe, no, don’t eat that, it’s like five hours old. The milk is probably stale.” You exclaimed, worried about his health if it really did go bad.

Sungchan only shrugged as he took another spoonful into his mouth. “Tastes fine to me.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to head back upstairs. “Join me in my room once you’re ready, you cereal monster. Leave the dishes in the sink too.” As you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but wonder how Sungchan got in though you figure he’s probably seen you use the spare key under the doormat a couple times since you often were too lazy to get your own keys out of your bag most of the time.

When you sat down in front of your computer again, Jaemin had just finished explaining the answer to the problem you guys were working on earlier so you chimed in asking him to go over it again though he was quickly overrun by an excited Chenle. “Is Sungchan there?” He practically yelled.

“No, not yet, he’s eating some soggy cereal downstairs.” You inform him.

“Alright, let me know when he comes in.” Chenle says, unphased by your boyfriends’ odd preference of cereal.

Halfway through Jaemin’s explanation, Sungchan came into your room, placing his bag down at the foot of the bed before he took his jacket off and stripped out of his work uniform. “I heard a door open, is that Sungchan?” Chenle shouted over Jaemin once more.

“I never get to fucking speak in this group.” Jaemin huffed, at which Chenle muttered a quick ‘sorry’ back.

“Yes, Chenle, Sungchan is here,” you announce, looking over at the boy in question who had just finished pulling a shirt over his head and winked when he saw you staring at his body, “he seems very flirty today, must be because of you, Mr. Zhong.”

Sungchan sits down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, smelling oddly of cleaning supplies, but you pay no mind to that, figuring he must have used them at work. “How’s it going Chenle?” He asks, though his attention is only on you and he places his hands on your cheeks and leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear the two of you kissing,” Chenle remarks, earning a laugh from Sungchan, “but anyways, you should come back to the basketball team. We miss our giant point guard, you know.”

“Nah, I’m too busy these days. I already have work and school plus I still want to spend time with y/n.” He commented as he shifted to lie on his stomach next to you.

“Man, who knew a girl would be all it took to make this dude throw his love for basketball out the window.” Chenle taunted.

“Love makes you do things, you know how it is.” Sungchan replied, resting his head on your thigh.

Running a hand through his hair, “anyways,” you divert, “back to what Jaemin was saying about meiosis.”

“Thank you, y/n, I thought I’d never be able to speak again.” Jaemin uttered pointedly. “As I was saying, the main difference between meiosis and mitosis is that it creates four daughter cells instead of two like mitosis does.”

“Hey guys, wait, did you see the article that just came out?” Yeji inquired. “It’s another death.”

There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. “No but you can read it to us.” Chenle concluded.

“Okay,” you could hear the deep breath Yeji took before reading the article, “it says here that the body was found at around 1:20pm in an alley between the lower-income housing apartments, the cause of death is assumed to be by Hickleback Jack using his axe, and the estimated time of death is anywhere from 12 to 1pm.”

“Wow,” Jaemin began, “so he just killed out in broad daylight.”

“Not gonna lie Jaemin, but I thought you were the killer.” Yeji let out blatantly.

You were mildly shocked at her bluntness, but not surprised given how stressed everyone was. “Me?” Jaemin gasped, “Yeji, you know I’m pretty much Rapunzel with how much time I spend in my room studying. And when I’m not studying, I’m either editing pictures or playing video games.”

“It’s true,” Chenle confirms, “he really doesn’t leave his room. We had a sleepover once and I felt like I was becoming a hermit like him.” Sungchan slightly wheezed at that, sending Chenle over the moon. “Did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? Sungchan thinks I’m funny!”

“Yeah yeah, enough about me being a hermit. But Yeji,” Jaemin addressed, “why did you think it was me?”

Yeji hesitated before responding. “I just- the way you were talking the other night...I don’t know. It just sounded so specific and detailed that I couldn’t help but think that it could have been you.”

“I don’t think a murderer would simply reveal his plans like that, you know.” Sungchan proposed.

“Well yeah, but it’s just the way he spoke, it was like he had things organized...you know what? Let’s forget I said that, but I know the four of us are clear.” Yeji resigned.

Sungchan sat up, “wait, why am I not cleared?”

“Y/n, what time did he call you?”

“Like 2-ish.”

“Exactly. Sungchan, you don’t have an alibi, as far as we know, until 2 and the time of death is stated to be 12 to 1pm.”

“I was at work earlier in the day, though.”

“Can you prove it to us?” Yeji pressed on.

“Yeah, my coworkers can vouch for me.”

You were quite surprised at how aggressive Yeji was being towards your boyfriend but you didn’t see any reason to stop her since she had very valid arguments. “Send a screenshot of it to Chenle and we’ll verify you from there.” Yeji commanded.

Sungchan slouched down a little next to you. “I don’t have the numbers of my coworkers though.”

“Alright, then you’re still on the list of suspects.”

After finishing all the worksheets for microbio and ending the call around 3:30, Sungchan pulled out his laptop and started typing away at a half-finished lab report for his human A&P class. You fell asleep curled into his body, his warmth and the constant tapping of his keyboard lulling you to sleep.

When you woke again, you immediately noticed the absence of a large boy next to you and frowned to yourself. As you came to, you heard noise coming from the kitchen and identified your mother’s voice followed by Sungchan’s. Noticing the time on your phone, you guess that he was probably helping her prepare dinner since it was already past 6 and your family ate around 7 before your dad left for work.

By the time you made yourself presentable and came downstairs, your mom and Sungchan were already setting the table. “Looks like our sleepyhead finally woke up.” Your mother exclaimed, making you grimace. “You didn’t tell me Sungchan was staying over,” you were about to open your mouth to say that you didn’t know that either but you weren’t given the chance to do so, “it’s okay, especially with that killer still on the loose, it makes me feel better knowing there’s someone around to protect my baby.”

You looked at Sungchan as if asking him for answers though he seemed to only avoid your gaze, reluctantly taking the seat across from you at the dining table. Your father walked in, delighted to see your boyfriend. “Sungchan! Good to see you, how are things at school?” He asked as he joined you all at the table.

“Okay for the most part, I haven’t taken to my writing class all that much though I enjoy my other science classes.” Sungchan answers.

Your dad hums in approval while you stare down Sungchan, trying to get him to look at you. “Remind me again what you’re majoring in again?” Your mom asks, Sungchan whips his head around faster than you can make eye contact with him.

“I’m majoring in forensics.” He states.

“Interesting, interesting,” your father contemplates, “you know, y/n here wants to become a pediatrician. The two of you are practically opposites in the science field, one dealing with crime and the other dealing with children.”

Sungchan let out a laugh, “I guess opposites really do attract then.”

You hated how well he entertained your parents and you hated how much they liked him. For the rest of dinner you tried to pin him down through your stares and even played a game of footsie with him but nothing seemed to work. It was only once the two of you were back in your room getting ready for bed that you were able to talk to him.

“Look, I’m not mad at you or anything, I’d just appreciate it if you talked to me first before just telling my parents that you’re staying over.” You told him as you went through your skincare routine.

Sungchan jumped onto your bed as he apologized. “Sorry, I just thought that since both of us finished our homework and with the killing today, it would just make sense for me to stay over.” He opened his arms, inviting you in as you stood up after finishing your night routine.

You copied him, jumping into your bed straight onto Sungchan, effectively pushing the air out of his body. He grunted as your weight fell onto him though he still wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted you up the length of your body so your face was level with his. “Hi” you giggle, shy from the sudden close proximity.

“Hey.” He says back with a smile as you slide off him, leaving an arm and leg slung over his body. “Tired?”

“No, not really, I took a nap earlier since someone didn’t care to wake me up.”

“You looked too cute, besides, you need all the rest you can get.” Sungchan explained, using his free hand to squish your cheeks. “If you’re really not tired then I know a way to make you tired.” His hand found its way down to your butt to further emphasize his point.

“Ew, no, not now.” You quickly refused, moving his hand up to your waist. “Just go to sleep and I’ll probably fall asleep after you anyways.”

“Oh wait,” Sungchan said, reaching over you to the nightstand for his phone, “did you vote on the poll yet?”

“No, I almost forgot.” You groaned, lazily reaching for your phone as well.

You pull up the local community board and enter your information, looking at the list of all the citizens, pondering on who you’d give your vote to. “Who are you voting for?” Sungchan asks, looking over at your screen.

“I really don’t know.” You tell him, though truthfully, you had someone in mind.

Thanks to the nap you had, you really couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You ended up dozing off occasionally but you’d wake up half an hour later only more irritated than when you first fell asleep.

You don’t remember what time it was, but at some point, Sungchan had removed himself from your grasp, unaware that you were still awake, though you made no effort to stop him thinking that he was just going to use the restroom and come back. Five minutes passed, five minutes turned into ten, then twenty, and you decided to check on him once thirty minutes had passed.

The house was completely dark, not even the light from the bathroom was on. You checked inside in case Sungchan had maybe gotten hurt and passed out, but he was nowhere to be found. After searching almost all the rooms in your house, you had yet to find any sign of him. After a bit of thinking, you had wandered out to your mothers’ greenhouse thinking that maybe some time with the plants would help to calm your mind.

It did anything but that.

Not long after setting foot inside of the small shed, you heard screams coming from nearby, getting closer and closer. You watched from the inside of the tinted glass as three girls ran through your backyard and into the next property. You couldn’t help it that you were frozen to your core, knowing who was coming.

You saw his frame as he jumped over the fence from the other end of your yard, axe in hand, running through the open grass and you thought he might have noticed you until he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued on you. You should’ve ducked down as soon as the girls ran past but it was too late now and there was no second way out of the greenhouse.

You knew you should have tried to run, maybe smash through the glass panelling but something in you told you that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to stop him. Steeling your nerves as he crosses the threshold of the greenhouse, you call out to him. “I know who you are.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

It was as if your world was crumbling before you, the once so comfortable relationship you knew felt fake, even though Sungchan, your loving boyfriend stood right there. The only difference was that you knew who he really was.

“Why?” You start, “why did you kill all those innocent people?”

“It’s all for fun, y/n.”

“What do you mean ‘for fun’? Those are real people you know, people with families and friends who miss them dearly.” You nearly cry out as he continues to approach you.

“You see, life is a game.” He paused his words as he came to stand in front of you. “Laws are nothing but a social construct that us humans follow mindlessly until our own demise.”

He takes a step closer to you, but you stand your ground. “Laws are what keep us safe and keep us happy. They allow us to lead our lives peacefully with others-”

“They are nothing but limits.” He closes the distance between the two of you, an arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him, and you allow him to do so. “My dear, sweet, y/n. If only you weren’t so smart, I wouldn’t be faced with this dilemma.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” You were trying to persuade him just as much as you were to yourself. “You’d never.”

“Oh? And what makes you think that?”

“You love me.”

“I do, I love you so dearly, but now that you know who’s behind all the killings, there’s no way that I can let you go.” You felt his axe nudge the back of your leg as he brought both arms around you. To an outsider, it would look as if a couple were having a conversation, but for you, this was a fight for your life.

“Take off the mask.”

“Why should I?”

“So I can talk to you properly.”

He took off the mask without much more convincing, his normally handsome face now distorted by the crazed look in his eyes. People often say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if they really were, then Sungchan didn’t have a soul.

“I swear to you that I won’t ever tell anyone about this, about you.”

“I don’t believe that you’ll keep that promise, my dear.”

“You know how much I love you. As long as we can stay together, I will not say anything.”

“This is not a tale of beauty and the beast. I am no beast to be tamed and there is no happy ending to this story.”

“Sungchan, no. You don’t mean that.”

“Do I really not mean it, or is that what you would like to believe? Something tells me it’s the latter.” He held you tight against him with one arm, the other raising his axe. “It’s truly a shame that your beauty must go to waste, you were truly a wonderful person both inside and out but I’m afraid that your life must end here.”

Before he could prep his swing, you pulled away and grabbed the nearest pot, launching it at him, the ceramic breaking against his head making dirt rain down upon both of you.

Not even a second passed before his axe was flying at you, lodging itself into your neck, nearly severing your head from your shoulder. You should’ve been thankful really, thankful that Sungchan had given you a quick death, not his usual route since it was so painless and easy for both the victim and the assailant.

He liked a struggle, but for you he made an exception out of love so that the last thing you’d see was him, your lover, before everything stopped.

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Secret Love Part 6 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: It’s an Avs Gameday...you know what that means...Cale time. I wasn’t going to post this until I had finished part 7 (which I’ve been struggling to focus on for what a week now...) but I just finished that so there’s really no reason for me not to post this part. Keep your eyes peeled for a poll type post in a few hours because I need suggestions of things/places/situations moving forward for these two. Also pictures of the house will be post immediately after this one and will be tagged ‘038′ if anyone needs visual imagery to go along with this chapter.

Warnings: smut, language, angst?

Word Count: 3,836

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As much as you’d been filled with a small sense of dread to arrive in Denver, that same feeling settled deep in your stomach as you climbed on the plane to leave. You’d woken to the feeling of Cale’s lips on your neck and his hand on your stomach under the fabric of your shirt. Though it wasn’t something you were used to...you knew that you could quickly get used to it, no question.

Cale had refused to say goodbye, only ‘I’ll see you soon’ as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. Though leaving was hard, navigating through whatever this was while hundreds of miles apart was something you were determined to do and so Facetimes and phone calls became a much more frequent companion. With a countdown timer on your phone tracking the absolute last possible day Cale would be home for the summer you attempted not to dwell on the questions you had, choosing instead to just take things a day at a time.

Taking things a day at a time had led you to this point. Boxes upon boxes were scattered around you here in the living room and everywhere else. For the first time all day, you were standing listening as silence filled the air around you as you took in your new home. After years of saving for this day and months of thinking about it, you were finally a homeowner and you couldn’t be more excited. To make things even better, Cale was due to fly in tomorrow after being eliminated from playoffs. You couldn’t wait to hug him, to show him this place, to feel his lips on yours once more.

As you debated whether to dig into another box or order dinner, there was a sharp knock at your door. Figuring one of your neighbors had seen you moving in and had stopped by to introduce themselves you headed to the front door, throwing it open.

Immediately a shriek left your throat and you threw your body forward toward your unexpected guest. A pair of strong hands caught your hips and a low male chuckle reached your ears. Tilting your head, you latched your lips onto his, pulling away after a moment to stare at him with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here? Your flight isn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow!” Your eyes raked over Cale’s body as he held you close, observing the toll playoffs had taken on him. He seemed thinner than you remembered and a cut below his eye was in the later stages of healing, but that was just what you could see on a cursory examination. You were sure there were other bruises and wounds that hadn’t been revealed to you yet.

“Are you going to let me in?” Cale chirped. “Or do I only get to see the curb appeal of this new place of yours?” Stepping aside, you watched Cale carry in two big bags along with his carry-on, one of the larger bags clearly full of his equipment. He set them off to the side of the entry toward the living room as you closed the door behind him. The moment his hands were free, you stepped into him once more, your palms settling against his chest.

“Are you going to answer me? What are you doing here?” Cale’s smirk grew as he ducked his head to kiss you again, but it quickly turned into a pout when you pulled away, awaiting an answer.

“I flew in early okay. So that I could see you.” Your cheeks warmed slightly and you let him sneak a quick kiss before staring at him for a more detailed explanation. “I knew my mom would be all over me when I got home and I just wanted some time with you without being asked a million questions. So I took an earlier flight. I’ll either take an uber home tomorrow or maybe I can say you picked me up.” His eyes were almost pleading as he suggested you give him a ride home tomorrow and you sighed rolling your eyes at him.

“We’ll see if you earn that privilege or if I’m gonna make you suffer another uber ride.” You joked. “And just an FYI you only missed your parents by like fifteen minutes so your plan almost backfired on you big time.”

“But it didn’t now, did it?” Cale whispered sharply, his eyes dark. “Now...are we past the pleasantries? Can I kiss you like I’ve been dying to since you left?” Left breathless by the way he was looking at you, you simply nodded pressing up onto your toes to meet him halfway. His hands tangled in your hair and he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth in a fight for dominance.

It had been so hard to stop things from progressing that night on his couch, and the need you felt now was exponentially greater. As one of his hands dropped to slip under the back of the ratty tank you were wearing you realized that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Cale…” You moaned, desire pooling in your core. Your nails scraped over the back of his neck and he grunted in response, twisting to push you back against your new front door. The press of his body against yours had you tossing your head back against the wood and you gasped his name again as his lips grazed over your neck.

“Yeah, sunshine...you know how much I missed you?” He mumbled, his words muffled by your skin. “Did my girl miss me too?” Cale had called you every form of friend from best friend to childhood friend to closest friend before but hearing him call you his girl was new and that simple possessive phrase made you need him all the more.

His hands slipped under your thighs to leverage your legs up and around his waist before they landed on your ass, holding your body steady against his own.

“I’m hoping you at least have a mattress lying around somewhere?” He questioned, pausing every few words to kiss you again. “Or am I fucking you right here?” Your body shuddered in response, a needy moan spilling forth once more.

“End of the hall.” You directed. “Though I can’t say I’m opposed to the latter option.” You added, rolling your hips against his abdomen.

“Noted.” Cale groaned, shifting away from the door to head down the hall. You tucked your head into Cale’s neck, peppering kisses along his skin so that he could see over you and not trip on the scattered boxes. When he reached the bed, he dropped you onto it gently, quickly tugging his t-shirt over his head before joining you.

“Can I?” He questioned, his hands beginning to tug at the material of your tank.

“I’m all yours.” You assured him, lifting your arms to make his job easier. You giggled at him as he struggled to unclasp your bra but just moved to assist him, your lips seeking his out as you were pressed chest to chest for the first time. “Cale please…” You whimpered, needing more of everything: his touch, his kiss, the weight of him between your thighs.

For a moment there was a flicker of hesitation in his blue eyes, but then it was gone and his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper of your denim shorts. Sliding your own hands down his chest, you reached to release him as well, your hand grazing against his hardened length.

“Y/N,” Cale warned, his voice gruff and you smiled, repeating the action with purpose, feeling him twitch against your palm. He shifted backward as he tugged your shorts and underwear off of your body and then he paused, his eyes taking in the sight of you bare for him for the first time. His cheeks grew rosy, but he quickly returned his body to its spot over yours, kissing you deeply.

“You’re so sexy.” He breathed, his free hand starting to wander up and down your curves.

“And you’re overdressed.” You chastised, still working to remove his remaining clothing to even the playing field. When he finally gave in and pushed the fabric off his hips, you gasped at the sight of him, hard and heavy against his stomach. You’d never felt as needy for someone as you felt for him right now and you were certain it showed in your body’s reactions.

Kissing him once more, you felt his hands ghost over your skin, teasing softly. Nipping his lip lightly, you scraped your nails over his lower back.

“Cale. I swear to god we have all the time in the world to experiment with whatever foreplay you want later...but if you don’t fuck me now I’m going to lose my mind.” You moaned, pressing your hips up against him in search of friction.

Cale pulled away and for a moment you wanted to curse him until you realized he was grabbing a condom from his wallet. Taking it from him, you carefully tore the foil package open before rolling the condom over him. Cale then hovered over you again, his eyes almost cobalt blue and you watched his chest heave in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” He asked. While you appreciated his need for consent, you’d thought your previous statement signaled exactly what you wanted. A short chuckle fell from his mouth at the exasperated look on your face and he shook his head, reaching down to line himself up with where you needed him. “Forget I asked.” He mumbled, kissing you hard as he pressed forward, burying himself inside you.

Gasping, your body stretched around him and when you rolled your hips against his, he took that as his signal to move. Though you had expected that there might be some stumbles as you explored a physical relationship, Cale was incredibly good at reading your body language. He was quick to find an angle that hit all the right spots and it didn’t take much longer for him to settle into a rhythm that had you clinging to him as pleasure crept up on you.

It was fast, it was needy, it was not the gentle sex a part of you had expected your first time with him would be. But it was good, god was it good. As much as you tried not to leave marks, you were certain your nails were leaving scratches all over Cale’s back and shoulders. At the same time, you knew you’d have marks from Cale’s mouth on your chest, his hands on your hips.

As the knot in your stomach tightened, signaling your orgasm was near, Cale’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers rubbing over your swollen clit.

“Oh Fuck.” You moaned, your toes curling as you worked to meet him thrust for thrust. It was right there, so close.

“That’s my girl...come on…” Cale’s voice was strained as he gasped against your lips, his hips starting to stutter as his own orgasm approached. Hearing him call you his for the second time today caused your brain to short out and suddenly you felt your release crash over you leaving you warm and relaxed, your muscles syrupy as you finished spasming around him. Cale’s grunts reached your ears as he too achieved release and you winced as he carefully slipped out of you.

As your breathing started to settle, Cale mumbled something about trash and you replied that there was a bag hanging over a broom in the kitchen. The bed shifted as he retreated, and then again as he settled back in beside you, his fingers turning your head so he could kiss you.

“You okay?” He whispered, thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Of course…” You assured him. “That was…” There were so many words you could use to describe it but none seemed to convey exactly what you wanted it to.

“What sex should feel like.” Cale finished your thought for you and you nodded, though his statement made you think about how he hadn’t had much sex with his ex. Trailing your fingers down his chest, you propped yourself up a little to look at him.

“It wasn’t like that with her?” The question escaped without running through your normal filters and though Cale tensed for a moment he eventually looked back at you, expression soft.

“No.” He sighed. “It wasn’t. I..I don’t know how to explain it but there’s no comparison. I...I didn’t know what really good sex is supposed to feel like until just now.” As you thought about your previous sexual encounters you couldn’t help but agree. There was no comparison between what you’d experienced with them and what you’d just experienced with Cale.

“Hmm...guess it’s a good thing we have plenty of time for more ‘really good sex’.” You grinned. “All night in fact.” Cale’s cheeks which had started to settle flushed right back up and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expense.

“Except that was my only condom.” He mumbled, rubbing his face.

“Guess it’s a good thing I have a brand new box somewhere in one of these bathroom boxes.” You insisted. Before you could tease Cale anymore, your stomach let out a long growl and it was your cheeks turn to heat up. Eyes filled with mirth, Cale kissed you gently before moving to climb out of bed.

“How about we order some dinner, you can give me a tour of this house, and then we can talk about revisiting that idea.” He suggested, picking up your clothes and tossing them across the bed to you. When you didn’t immediately reach for the clothes, his gaze fell to you again, concern crossing his features.

“Can you uh...maybe dig through one of those boxes and see if you can find me a rag to clean up?” You requested, your thighs and core still slick with arousal. Cale’s eyes went wide and he immediately turned to the stack of boxes in the corner.

“Shit uh...just give me a minute.” He insisted, and you watched as he dug through them seemingly coming up empty. Instead of ransacking them further, he just tossed you his shirt from the floor beside him.

“Cale I know I have rags…” You insisted, not wanting to dirty his shirt.

“And I have other shirts.” He replied, a smirk on his face. “And I actually know exactly where they are.” He added. “I’m sure you’ve got a washing machine here somewhere...it’s fine, use it.”

Accepting his shirt, you used it to wipe yourself down before throwing back on your dirty clothes. Clearly, the first thing you needed to do was unpack the bathroom boxes. Once you were redressed you leaned up to kiss him gently, your hands trailing lightly over his naked back.

“Thank you.” You hummed, pulling away with a swing of your hips that made Cale groan. Tossing his shirt on the stairs to the basement, you moved through the living room to where Cale was tugging a shirt over his head in the hallway. Hugging him again, just because you could, you tucked your body against his as he wrapped his arms around you in return. After a few minutes of just enjoying being in each other’s space, you agreed on dinner and Cale placed an order for delivery.

While you waited for food, you unpacked another couple boxes, finding the towels and rags in a box in the main bathroom instead of one off the master. It made sense since, for some reason, the master bath was only a sink and toilet and the shower was in the main bathroom, you just hadn’t thought about it when you’d asked for a rag. Hanging a couple of bath towels up in the main bathroom, you divided the hand towels and rags between the two before tucking any of the excess linens into the linen closet. Finding the box of condoms amongst your razors and feminine hygiene products, you tossed the box to Cale suggesting he move it to one of the nightstand drawers. He stayed, hovered over your shoulder for a moment and you watched him open the box through the reflection in the mirror. Reaching around you, he tucked two or three condoms into the vanity drawer before disappearing back into the master bedroom.

You were collapsing the now empty box when he’d returned and his arms snuck around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Having them in the bedroom wasn’t good enough?” You teased, the sound shifting to a squeal as Cale spun you around.

“You know...in case we decide to test out this shower at some point.” He admitted, stealing a kiss before pulling away at the sound of a knock on the front door. Your stomach swooped at his words and by the time you pulled yourself together he was walking by with your dinner.

Since the inside of the house was still a complete mess, it was clear that Cale had decided to eat outside because you found him lounging on your back patio, his back resting against the house.

“You are...you’re something else, Cale…” You murmured as you moved to sit next to him. “I’m learning a whole different side of you and it’s...kinda sexy. It’s throwing me but I like it.” Bumping your shoulder against his side, you took the container of food he handed you, digging in. You hadn’t eaten all day so this was exactly what you needed after the labor of moving and unpacking and then the unexpected physical activities.

Dinner was enjoyed with only the sounds of birds chirping as background. When Cale finished, he set his trash aside and dropped his hand to your knee looking around.

“Why do I get the feeling this yard was a main factor in you picking this house?” He waited until you had finished eating as well to ask the question. Tucked into his side you laced your fingers with his before responding.

“Because it was and you seem to know me fairly well.” You murmured.

“Tell me more. Show me this place through your eyes.” Cale whispered, his eyes soft and filled with so much affection that it nearly left you breathless again.

“Well...I mean you know what Calgary is like…” You started. “Finding a property that has a decent-sized yard is no easy task.” Cale nodded in agreement and you took a deep breath before continuing. “And I don’t know...I walked out here for the first time and immediately thought of throwing Canada Day parties for family and friends.”

When you paused again, Cale knew there was more to it than that and he nudged your side.

“C’mon sunshine...you know you can tell me anything.” Cale urged, tilting your head up to his for a moment. “You’re not going to scare me away if that’s what you’re thinking…” Your eyes must have given you away because Cale turned to face you better, his expression turning serious. “Y/N...I’m in this okay. I want you. I want to be with you. There is practically nothing you could say that would make me walk away. Okay?” You couldn’t help but nod in response to him, even if your stomach was twisting at the vulnerability required to tell him everything he wanted to know.

“I don’t know. I guess deep down every house I looked at, I was looking for a yard big enough to make a small rink in.” You admitted, motioning to the long corner of the yard. “I can picture that going over there.” You explained. “And then there’s still room for training equipment or I don’t know…” You murmured. The moment you stepped into this house it was hard not to see Cale everywhere, to imagine how a life with him would fit here even as just a summer residence.

Taking your hand, Cale led you back inside, tossing your containers into the trash before guiding you to the living room.

“Keep going.” He murmured, his arms wrapping around you.

“I fell in love with this room in general.” You breathed. “The big bay window, the gas fireplace, the built-in bookshelf.” There were so many charms that you couldn’t not love it, even if the shape made placing furniture a little awkward. “And I mean there are little changes I’d like to make, fix the different floorings so they all match, maybe change the facade of the fireplace because the height feels a little too much...but for now it works and I still love it.”

Guiding him through the living room toward the kitchen you paused for just a moment. “And I mean the kitchen is just gorgeous. Lots of counter space.” Turning toward the backdoor, you guided Cale downstairs, grabbing his dirty shirt to carry down to the laundry. At the bottom of the stairs, you paused again, giving Cale a moment to take in just how massive the finished basement was.

“Sunshine,” Cale spoke softly, pulling your attention back from the wandering it had been doing.

“I set foot down here and I...immediately I pictured a couple of kids running around, playing tag or whatever. And there’s just so much space...there are so many things that could be done down here.” You finished, weakly backtracking at the feeling of Cale’s gaze heavy upon you.

After tossing his shirt into the laundry, you moved back upstairs and through the kitchen. “You already saw the master. Again big windows, big closet.” You paused again at the main bathroom. “I mean the shower is...speaks for itself really.” You shrugged. Pointing up at the front bedroom you murmured about it being a nice guest room and then finally you stopped in front of the last bedroom.

“They had this one staged as an office…” You stated. “But uh…” Your throat got tight as you tried to speak and after a moment Cale’s hands were rubbing soothing patterns along the base of your spine. “I can’t help but picture it as a nursery…” You sighed, voice barely audible. You knew this was the one problem the age difference was likely to present. Cale was so young that kids likely weren’t even close to the front of his mind but although it was ticking slowly, you could hear your biological clock in the back of your mind. Except now it wasn’t just kids in general racing into your thoughts, it was Cale’s kids, making it so much harder to ignore.

With Cale not responding, you ducked your head and moved to slip out of his arms, tears seeking to well up in your eyes.

“So uh yeah...that’s everything.” You mumbled. Cale had said you couldn’t chase him away, but you feared you’d said just a little bit too much and had done just that, your heart breaking at the thought.

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potionsprefect · 3 years

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Before We Met

Pairings: Blaine Hayes x Jennifer Monroe

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Blaine’s volunteer work is interrupted by a Pictagram post

Set before the events of Foreign Affairs

Category: fluff

Punching the photographer was probably not the wisest move Blaine Hayes had ever made in his life but he would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant the media would back off.

He knew being the first son of Ardona would bring its fair share of attention and pressure but there were boundaries that should not be crossed and that one photographer went too far that night. As punishment, Blaine’s father made him volunteer at the local animal shelter.

He wasn’t expecting to enjoy it as much as he did. The furry animals were always excited to see him and he looked forward to going back every few days.

That day, Blaine finished his day at the prestigious private school in Ardona and made his way back home before he headed to the animal shelter.

“Dad?” Blaine called out as he walked into the large home. There was no response. “Just another day then.” Blaine mumbled as he tossed his bag down and changed out his uniform. He knew he had to be presentable for the animal shelter as no doubt the photographers would be there.

He headed out the door, down the street and rounded the corner where he saw a line of the press on the other side of the road. When they spotted him their cameras instantly went off. Blaine rolled his eyes as he headed into the shelter.

“Welcome back Mr Hayes.” Charles Grech, the owner of the shelter greeted him.

“Pleasure to be here Mr Grech.” Blaine smiled.

“Your service is always welcome here, although most 16 year olds usually are hanging round the local parks chasing after girls.” Charles chuckled.

“I appreciate your thought however my time is much more useful here.” Blaine chuckled.

“Any woman would be lucky to have you.” Charles smiled as he handed Blaine an ID badge.

Blaine took the badge and pinned it to his t-shirt before heading towards where the animals were.

Two excited golden retrievers bounded towards Blaine, their tails wagging and tongues lolling.

“Hey Hettie, Miles.” Blaine patted each dogs head. “Have you been good today?”

The dogs barked happily.

“That’s good, now where are your friends and why haven’t they come to see me?”

Blaine followed the two dogs to where the other animals were allowed to play with the volunteers.

“Blaine! So good to see you!” Pierre Laurent, one of Blaine’s friends shook his hand.

“We thought you wouldn’t show up today.” Another voice said. Blaine turned around and saw Antonio de Luca, another good friend pat him on the back.

“I dread to think my fathers reaction if I missed this.” Blaine laughed.

“We would’ve found a way. Besides, it’s not all bad being here.” Pierre said nodding towards behind Blaine. Blaine turned around and saw two young girls cuddling the rabbits.

“Think I could get their number?” Antonio grinned.

“No way Tony. If anyone’s the smooth operator here it’s me. Girls love a French accent.” Pierre ran a hand through his hair.

“I think Italian is way better.”

“Actually the Irish accent was voted the sexiest in a poll three months ago.” Blaine turned his attention away from the girls and looked at Pierre and Antonio.

“Well that’s you out the equation.” Pierre laughed.

“True but you two don’t have a chance either. Now there are adorable animals that need to be played with.” Blaine winked as he directed his attention to the dogs by his feet.

The two men shrugged and grabbed the food by their feet and held it out to the dogs who happily tucked in.

“Wanna play fetch Hettie?” Blaine chuckled at the golden retriever. The dog barked happily. Blaine stood up and threw the ball has hard as he could. The dog chased after it and brought the ball back.

Blaine continued to throw the ball for 10 minutes before Hettie decided she had enough and laid down to take a nap. Blaine made his way to where the rabbits were when he overheard some of the other volunteers.

“Did you see her latest Pictagram post?”

“Yeah! She’s so pretty isn’t she.”

“She is. I wish I look like her.”

“Don’t be silly Charlotte! You’re just as, if not prettier than her!”

“Oh please. No one is as stunning as Jennifer Monroe. That girl could get hit by a bus and she’d still look amazing.”

Blaine froze at the name Jennifer Monroe. He had heard that name before, usually followed by a few Anglo Saxon words that should never be repeated. Blaine knew her country and Ardona were not on the best of terms but personally, he never saw anything wrong with her.

He had never met her so he couldn’t form an overall opinion on her. But he had to go along with not liking her in front of others because no one in Ardona liked Rutherland. If you did, you were considered mad.

Blaine didn’t follow Jennifer on Pictagram but he wasn’t a stranger to the odd stalk every now and then. She mainly posted about the work she did in Rutherland at her school and in the community. Being the first daughter of Rutherland obviously kept her just as busy as Blaine was being the first son of Ardona.

Blaine pulled out his phone and opened Pictagram. He searched her name and pulled up her profile. He clicked on the latest picture.

Blaine smiled at the post. She really was pretty. He had heard many stories about Jennifer Monroe but they never seemed to add up all the time. Like him, she was a child of a powerful person, trying to navigate their way in the world in the shadows of their parents. It wasn’t easy being compared to your parents. Blaine knew he and Jennifer had a lot in common.

He was almost tempted to like the post but knew there would be backlash if he did. It was so easy nowadays to find information online and Blaine knew within minutes of liking the post, his dad would find out about it through the media.

It wasn’t worth the risk... this time anyway.

Blaine put his phone back in his pocket and continued with his volunteer work. Once he had tried out all the animals he safely tucked them away into their shelters. Blaine said goodbye and left the shelter.

He walked down the street and pulled out his phone again, staring at the photo of Jennifer. From news reports he had seen about her, she was a shy but passionate person, who at times found it harder to fend off the press. As long as you don’t punch them, Blaine thought.

As Blaine greeted the security at his house and made his way onto the grounds, he put his phone away. There was no doubt this wouldn’t be his last visit to Jennifer Monroe’s Pictagram page.

Maybe one day, their paths would cross and he could tell her just how stunning she was.

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Jennifer went and punched her local rival after this, if you know you know 😉

Decided to branch out from Open Heart and write some FA fanfics because I’m bored. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future FA fics

#foreign affairs #blaine hayes #Blaine Hayes x mc #play choices #pixelberry #foreign affairs fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Sherlock BBC “I’m sorry”

Summary - Based on a request, you, Sherlock’s sister, end up in a disastrous fight with your brother. Having been verbally horrible to you, you storm out and never look back. Not much longer, you have the shock of your life, but you won’t recover in a second from it. Will your brother change?

Warnings - small angst

A/N - please take the poll that I recently uploaded :) and enjoy this angsty story. its short btw hehe

WHo GON send me more REQUESTsssssSSS?? Dracula? Sherlock?

You skipped down the steps of Scotland Yard in a pair of mid black heels. You had just finished a small amount of paperwork with your brother, Mycroft, on a difficult case.

“I can’t believe I am being seen in a place like this,” Mycroft scoffed, desparately trying to hurry down the steps.

“No one’s even looking at you!” You shouted at him, lightly punching his arm.

“Sometimes I wonder how we’re related, (Y/N).”

You flew down the outside steps with Mycroft and whipped open your car door. He awkwardly bent down to fit in the medium sized car. Mycroft held his phone with one hand and used his index finger to scroll up and down, which caused you to roll your eyes. You drove through the city and parked in front of an immensely tall building.

Mycroft placed his phone back in his pocket and sat up straight. You sat still.

“You’re not coming inside?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m going to see Sherlock for a little.”

“Well, okay. I hope I’m not that boring for you.” He opened the door and swung his legs over.

“Never. I’ll stop by tomorrow and bring you something.” You smiled at him and waited until he walked through the large glass doors into his highly professional life.

As soon as you parked in front of Sherlock’s flat, you whipped your body over, searching for the crumpled white bakery bag on the seat behind you. You grabbed it and peeked inside the bag. There, the warm blueberry scone that was his favorite, lay idle. You hopped out of the car, clutching the bag, and let yourself in the apartment. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door.

“Come in.” He said.

You walked inside and found Sherlock reading a book on his chair. He looked up to you and his eyes immediately went to the bag. A cheeky smile formed on his face.

“Blueberry?”

“Just how you like it.”

Sherlock jumped up and ran to you, wrapping you in a tight hug. He grabbed the bag and as soon as he opened it, it was already eaten. You looked at your brother in pure amusement.

“Do anything interesting besides being with Mycroft today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Just paper work.”

“I see Anderson’s got something with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s just being friendly.”

“You like him.”

“Sherlock, I’m just friendly. Not like you.”

“Why are you nice to him? He’s nothing but stupidity. He gets in the way.”

“Don’t be so rude. I’ll be nice to who I want to.”

“Did you screw him?”

Your eyes widened at him. “Sherlock! What is wrong with you! Like I said, I only join in conversation. Friendly. Nothing more. It’s like I do with everyone else.”

“Whatever. Just don’t make the same mistake again.”

“What mistake?”

“You know. You remember James. I bet you do.”

You sighed. James was one of your dear friends. He was smart. He was talented. However, one day, you both did the riskiest thing you could ever do involving crime as well as hacking. It was both to challenge your intelligence, but it didn’t end well, especially for James. You had been fond of his name for years. You never liked to remember the past, but it wasn’t all your fault. It was realistic. It was something the two of you did, but one suffered more. It was random, but you would do anything to take it back.

“Can you just leave it be?” You asked, feeling emotional.

Sherlock scoffed. “Why did you even do that? I thought you were smart. I never knew. Do you miss him? Well, certainly not, you fundamentally killed him. I just can never fathom myself doing that.”

You felt your eyes becoming ever so slightly watery. You didn’t know why Sherlock always escalated things like this. Sometimes it was too much.

“Don’t kill Anderson and please don’t kill Lestrade. We need him. I don’t kill my friends. I hope that was the last one.”

You looked at him in the eyes. He had no right in doing this. What does he know?

“Just leave me alone.”

“Was James good to you? Are you hitting up Lestrade too?” He asked, chuckling.

Your face burned and you clenched your fists.

“I never understood why you did selfish things like that. I should know. I wonder if Mycroft does.”

You had it with Sherlock. You couldn’t hear it anymore. You bring something nice over to your brother and he treats you like this.

“At least I’m not a failure in life. At least I don’t live in a trash place like this, acting like I’m smarter than everyone and constantly showing off what I can do. I don’t act like I’m better every single moment of the day. You could have been something big, but what are you doing? Solving whatever you call these easy cases in London and acting like you hit home every time you solve them? You’re just sitting around and doing what? You’re doing nothing. You’re a failure.”

Sherlock looked stunned at this. Tears were streaming down your face.

“Why can’t you just be nice? Normal? Why do you think you’re all alone in life except for John? He doesn’t count! He’s mentally unstable and troubled. He’s not normal. He’s just there to make you feel better about your skills and intelligence. No real person wants to be with you ever. Yeah, I made a mistake. I don’t need you doing this again.”

Sherlock’s eyes grew dark and cold. They lost the familiar glimmer inside. You couldn’t look at him any longer. You whipped your body around and stormed down the steps and into the city. You didn’t look where you were going nor did you care.

“(Y/N)!” A voice behind you shouted. It was Sherlock. You paid no attention to him. You turned a corner and noticed him running towards you. You picked up your pace, wanting to get away from him. You turned your head back to the road, and in a split second, right in front of you, you slammed into a car, which immediately braked. Your body fell to the ground. You heard Sherlock scream your name, but his voice sounded distant. Soon you temporarily slipped into a deep trance while your brother, panicking, picked you up.

------ an hour later -------

You started to yawn but soon stopped as you winced in pain. You touched a spot on your head near your scalp. It hurt. As you opened your eyes wider and adjusted to your surroundings, Sherlock sprinted in, blocking your view of the table in front of you.

“What happened?” You asked.

Before you finished your question, Sherlock’s long arms were immediately wrapped tightly around you. You moved your head into a comfortable position nudged against the nook between his neck and shoulder. After a few seconds, the events came rushing back to you, but instead of becoming angry, you retaliated. After what just happened, it wasn’t appropriate. You grimaced as you thought of it. You couldn’t change everyone. You tried, but you couldn’t and you shouldn’t.

Sherlock let go of you carefully and examined every part of you with his eyes.

“Are you in pain?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

He noticed your attitude and the scene from earlier was constantly replaying in his head. You began to swing your legs over the bed. Sherlock grabbed both of your arms and held you down.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

You were partially shocked and couldn’t really believe you heard him saying this. You covered your surprisement.

“It’s okay. It really is.” You weren’t lying.

“I’m serious, “(Y/N).” I’m working on it. I can’t do it without you. This was all my fault. You should have never gotten hurt. It was all because of me.”

You looked into his eyes. The glimmer was still gone. You couldn’t help but feel bad. This wasn’t you. You took Sherlock’s hand, which was freezing, and you held it inside your warm hand. You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Well, maybe a little.” You said, laughing. A smile started to spread on his face.

“I hate you sometimes.”

You stood up and began walking out. “Do you want me to walk in front of a car again?” You asked.

Sherlock’s eyes widened then he soon rushed over to you, beginning to ask more questions and annoyingly pecked at the three bandages you had on.

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lunarrwolf · 4 years

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black butterflies [colby brock]

fandom: sam and colby/traphouse

pairing: colby x self

word count: 1,864

part(s): one two

summary: after a prank gone wrong, colby and his friends meet another youtuber during her meet and greet in hopes it will cheer her up

A/N: this is a self-insert because it’s a fic that was started for my own personal pleasure. it was supposed to be shared last year on my fan account after a poll was done but never was bc i ended up not feeling ready to do so. i figured since i‘m ready to share it now, it would be best to do it here since it’s pretty detailed

TWO

She was going to be okay, right? She didn't need Casey to be there every step of the way. The redhead wasn't even needed for the business over in California. She always did perfectly fine without her longtime friend in all the solo videos. Casey was only there for a fraction of the recorded moments. Besides, the argument that night made it clear that she only ever pretended to enjoy the spooks that came with being a part of the channel. There was never any pure joy or thrill that usually came with experiencing such things with your friend. Yet those were half of the best memories Kirsy had with her since the beginning of the channel. They'd been best friends since eighth grade, and yet one prank likely destroyed a friendship of seven years. It was a sad fact that she had to suck up and admit so it wouldn't ruin the trip. So far the only bright side was that her best friend since her sophomore year of high school was going to be keeping her company.

“Please don't tell me you're sulking.” She blinked, realizing she was thoughtfully staring at the half packed suitcase on her bed. She turned her head to the doorway that had a twenty-four year old leaning against it.

Aiden met Kirsy during a school talent show that she was chosen to film. He was one of those viewers always looking for new people to subscribe to, and he found her page only weeks before the show when she had around 1,000 subscribers. He helped a lot with photos and editing, and was the only person who was a real friend for her out of the new ones she made after her channel became widely known. After Casey left, he stepped up as what he described as the 'better best friend’.

She sighed at the raised eyebrow adorning his face and sat on the bed, crossing her legs. “I have a right to sulk, jerkface.”

“Jerkface? You've had better insults than that.” He straightened his posture and walked over to the girl, sitting on the other side of the suitcase. “Was it fair to spring a horror movie on her less than a week after her return from vacation? No- no it was not. But she was in the wrong to just leave you like that. You apologized several times, and has she responded at all? No. And why?”

“I really don't want to have one of your sometimes vulgar speeches right now-”

“Why hasn't she replied?”

Kirsy sighed and hung her head back, letting silence sink in for a brief moment. “Because she’s a jealous supporting character who only stayed because I ended up making money from my videos?”

Aiden raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the mattress, “That wasn't a statement.”

“Well what is it that you want me to say?!” She lifted her arms in exasperation, throwing herself back only to realize that the half empty trunk was still there. She groaned, hiding her face in the side of the object as the young man beside her rolled his eyes.

Once he became familiar with the ginger himself, he was an eyewitness to all fights and disagreements between the pair, as well as the resolutions that came along with them. After the second or third time, he started to observe the way they interacted with one another. Kirsy used to have a tendency of going too far with what she said or did but stopped when she saw how it affected people, which is why this last prank really surprised him. On the other hand, Casey was someone who held grudges and would say the opposite of what she meant when she was upset by something. Her temper raised more than others he knew, and after such a long vacation from the type of content his friend makes, it probably pushed her off the edge. It wasn’t right to pull a stunt like that but it was less right to refuse to resolve issues or just be civil after the other party puts in so much effort to fix a wrong.

They may have become friends when he was a senior and they were sophomores, but he considered Kirsy his closest. She was the type to either not be fazed by other people or bottle things up if she was; there was never an in-between. He watched her bemused as she kept her face on the side of the suitcase, reaching for a pillow to throw on top of her head. “I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to stop being so depressing.”

“Depressed is my default.”

There was a beat of silence after her muffled reply, then laughter broke out in the empty room. She lifted her head from underneath the pillow to see Aiden trying to keep himself from laughing too hard. He didn’t know if it was because of how she sounded or because of the fact she said it so casually, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing her friend enjoy himself over something she said did make her feel better. So - she threw the object back at him and sat up. He dialed it down immediately, chuckling when they made eye contact. “I’m sorry but while that wasn’t the thing I was looking for, it was something. And you need to realize that you can’t control what other people do and how they handle things. You can, however, control how you handle shit. Now I say you finish packing so we can get our asses to fucking California and you can show me off to all of your west coast kids.”

She stared at him for a short moment before pointing at him, “See? Vulgar speech.” He rolled his eyes and she grinned, hopping off her bed to go to her closet.

The young man followed suit, staring at the mostly black attire. “Alright- you better pick the cutest alternative clothes you have if we’re going to be meeting cute boys.”

Kirsy rolled her eyes immediately, not surprised at all with her friend’s judgement and eagerness for them to find boyfriends. Or even just someone for each of them only for the time they would be over there for the trip. “We’re going to Los Angeles, Aiden. Where is there going to be a cute guy who’s also not going to end up being a jerk?”

The former blonde eyed the boy going over how they could approach the vlogger when the time comes.

Colby didn’t want to come off cocky or dismissive by bringing up their channels. He also didn’t want to seem too eager since they all now watched her videos just as much as she did theirs. It felt like there was a lot riding on this. It was different than if they would run into each other at a convention somewhere, and he didn’t fully know why. At least, he would always tell himself he didn’t know. “Her meet up isn’t for another two days- why are you freaking out?”

He slumped over the counter, planting his head down into his folded arms. His roommates and closest friends all watched him with knowing looks as he tried several times to brush off the subject. He met each of their gazes, “I’m not freaking out. I just want her to meet some nice people.”

“Her fans are nice people.” Corey cut in, jumping up to sit on the counter across from the kitchen’s island.

The dark brunette only attempted the same trivial action, waving a hand to dismiss the sentence as if it wasn’t a fact. He knew how great a community the girl built up. She always talked about wanting to grow her own family and have that connection with so many people; not one based off of fandoms she was in but based on her own content and genuine following. He was one of those members, only he kept it more low-key than his friends in order to let her have that part of her dream. What Corey said rang, yet at the same time- “Ones she can talk to. I’m sure she would love to meet someone who understands.”

“And this has nothing to do with the fact that you like her.” Jake stated, raising an eyebrow at his friend, daring for him to deny it. It was something he was ready to do the moment the words left his roommate’s lips.

It just didn’t make sense to develop feelings of any kind for something you’d never met or even spoken to - did it? They were two YouTubers who started at different times, somehow never ran into one another at conventions, and she was a fan of his and his roommates long before she started launching her own career in this industry. He never followed the account she had that was mostly dedicated to him but he remembered liking countless posts and reading some of the captions directed at him that he never replied to.

He did notice how similar they were - sense of style, music taste, outlook on life and the many hair color changes - but it couldn’t have stirred anything up. Maybe he just knew that they would get along well if they met in real life versus just knowing that the other existed. There didn’t have to be a whole situation where he developed a crush on a girl who made a fan account for him and showed up in his mentions a lot. Someone who was a fan of him and his content for years before he even acknowledged her; and that was before she started her own channel and brand. At the same time though, before she stopped tagging him in edits and posts, every time she would respond to his posts and such were done without sounding like an actual fan. From the few times he would catch her comments, she made it seem as if they were friends. And her replies always matched his own feeling and hope of someone understanding what he would mean.

The self proclaimed ‘emo god’ of the group could only voice his denial before announcing his leave of the kitchen. After so long, his closest friends knew exactly how their comrade behaved when he was attracted to or was beginning to like someone. They knew he was going to be in denial for at least the two days leading up to all of them seeing the twenty-two year old off screen.

When Colby reached his bedroom, he threw himself on top of the large covers on his bed, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. The ding that indicated a Twitter notification sounded in the silence, and he fished his phone out of his pocket. He saw that he’d been tagged in another post and decided to check it out, expecting it to be art or some selfies for the trend his fans started. It was the latter, although it ended up being a tag from Kirsy’s account. He looked at the photos thoughtfully before pressing the heart on the screen.

Maybe there was another reason for going to her meet up.

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trashfor-imagines · 4 years

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If There’s Light There’s Hope | 6

Bakugou x Fem!Reader (BNHA)

Summary: U.A. High School was your dream. You wanted to save people. You never expected how wild your journey would be and you certainly never expected a hot headed boy to play as large of a role as he would. Warnings: Swearing. Spoilers: If you haven’t watched the School Festival episodes thru the end of S4 because they’re not dubbed yet and want to avoid spoilers (+ you haven’t read the manga), then you’ll want to not read this chapter. [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7]

“A school festival! I hope one of the classes hosts a couples event,” you mused out loud during the girl’s only study group.

“I never expected you to be such a romantic,” Jirou commented, a few of the other girls echoing their agreement.

Smiling at them, you simply shrugged. “Never had a boyfriend before. All of these thoughts and feelings are new to me.”

Ashido perked up as her alarm went off. “Sorry girls, time for dance practice.”

She and a few of the other girls headed off to meet with the rest of the dance team. You’d been stuck with Aizawa and the rest of the interns making up work you missed while the rest of the class decided what you were doing for the festival. You didn’t mind your role doing special effects; it would be perfect to showcase your quirk.

Soon enough it was band practice and you were left alone. Thanks to you and Todoroki, the special effects team had their plan solidified a while ago so you didn’t have to meet very often. Putting your things away in your room, you headed back downstairs to make dinner and prepare snacks while everyone worked hard on their routines. Just two more days.

When you were hanging out the other week, Hitoshi had tried to get you to sign up for the beauty pageant. That caused quite the heated argument between the two of you, especially when he teased you about using his quirk to get you to sign up. When you brought the pageant up in passing with Bakugou, even he paused before acting nonchalant and yelling about how if you wanted to sign up it was up to you. You called Hitoshi immediately and told him you’d sign up so long as he helped you.

“Look Hito, you brought up participating in the first place. It’s only right you take responsibility for your part in this.”

The two of you spent forever deciding on clothing choices and what talent you were going to demonstrate. You recalled most of a dance routine from when you were in the dance club in junior high and you were positive you could make it work for one person. If that failed, you could maybe perform Ikebana (flower arranging), but that could be pretty boring to watch. Hitoshi asked for his mom’s help which she was more than excited to take you shopping for an outfit. Looking at Kenranzaki’s outfits from previous years, you settled on a colorful kimono that complimented you.

Soon enough the day of the festival arrived. At 9AM, you changed into a short robe with a pair of shorts and spent 45 minutes taking your time with your skincare regimen, having Hitoshi help you with your hair. He was awkward, but it warmed you how hard he tried. Running through the day’s schedule in your head, you’d have a little while longer after 1-A’s performance to get dressed and zen out to calm your nerves.

It was easy to ignore Kendo and Nejire’s friendly teasing of who would win, but it was almost impossible to keep your headspace clear as Kenranzaki cackled about how she was the sure winner. Kendo and Nejire’s moods seem to change and you decided it was time to go before the their energy could throw you off. Carefully tying a scarf to protect Hitoshi’s hard work on your hair, you and Hitoshi went your separate ways, agreeing to meet up later, before you joined the rest of 1-A in the gym; Midoriya a few minutes behind you. When no one was looking, you pressed a small kiss below Bakugou’s ear.

“You’re going to be great.”

Before he could pull you back, you had Uraraka use her quirk to quickly get you up to the rafters. You made sure to settle into a spot where you could clearly watch the performance and still do your part. The chanting and cheers of the students sent vibrations throughout the room and you could feel it.

At 10:00 the curtains opened and your eyes lit up. They were incredible!

On Todoroki’s queue, your hands extended to the stage and slowly began to glow brighter and brighter for the finale. As they struck their final notes you released sparks, careful so that they weren’t dangerous. The cheers of the student body sent a surge of motivation through you and to your heart. It was then you realized how capable everyone was, especially when you worked together.

Meeting Bakugo backstage, you pressed a kiss to his cheek as he held you tightly to his side. “That was incredible! Did you mean to create an explosion during the opening?”

The way his eyes seem to avoid yours and that faint blues told you that was improvised. “C’mon let’s get lunch before your pageant.”

“But we’ve got to clean up.”

“It’s okay (Y/N). We agreed that you should go ahead and get ready for the beauty pageant,” Iida spoke up. “The rest of class can handle this and we’ll be there to support you, but Bakugou, you have to stay and help! Don’t think you can use (Y/N) to get out of cleaning!”

As Bakugou fumed, your eyes lit up as you laughed. “Thanks, class rep!”

You made it back to the dressing room, meeting with Hitoshi who had gotten you some snacks to eat. Carefully getting dressed, you added hair pieces and jewelry to your look along with some light make up. You went on just before Nejire, which was a bit nerve-racking as she was also doing a dance. All you could do was try your best. Spotting your classmates and Bakugou at the front of the crowd cheering for you ensured you didn’t lose your smile during your performance.

Though most of the girls changed back into their school uniforms, you decided Hitoshi’s hard word deserved some more attention so you stayed in your pageant outfit. It wasn’t like you were planning on participating in any of the sport activities. You took photos with Todoroki, cheered Bakugou on while he competed in the obstacle course, shared a crepe with him because he won, and enjoyed 1-C’s haunted house - Hitoshi definitely giving you a good scare.

At the end of the day your class gave you tight hugs as you came in third place. Monoma definitely gave you an earful for beating Kendo, who simply shook your hand in the spirit of friendly competition. Bakugou held your hand tightly, loudly proclaiming that you were still his number one and anyone who disagreed could fight him. The two of you went off to do couples experiences during the rest of the festival, though you were sure a few of your classmates weren’t that far behind.

“You look nice,” he muttered once the two of you entered The Lovers’ Maze, the brain child of Class 1-E.

“Oh, thanks.” Part of you was disappointed and it was clear in your voice; if he was going to compliment you, you were hoping he’d put more effort into it. He should have kept quiet and ended on a high note when he yelled that you were his number one.

It was dark and difficult to see each other’s expressions. The only light was up ahead, leading the two of you on where to go. The light suddenly went out and he squeezed your hand in reassurance before cute, glowing pink hearts appeared, providing a gentle light so you could see each other.

“Are you... blushing?” you asked him, surprised.

He avoided your gaze. “So what if I am?”

“But, why?” you asked teasingly, leaning forward to try and get him to look you in the eye.

He growled to himself before grasping both of your shoulders firmly, locking eyes with you. “Any idiot who looks at you and doesn’t turn a little red doesn’t deserve to look at you! You’re beautiful, got it?”

Your face lit up like a red light on a traffic stop, unsure of what to say, “Katsuki...”

“I’m not really... good... at compliments... and stuff,” he mumbled, clear enough for you to understand. “So try not to get your feelings hurt if I don’t know what to say the first time. I’ll get it right at some point.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Okay, I’ll be patient.”

The Japanese Hero Billboard Chart was one of the most talked about events after the school festival on campus. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t excited about it as well. It was the best event to happen twice a year! There was just something wonderful about seeing your favorite heroes getting recognized. You tried more than once to convince Todoroki to get Endeavor to take the two of you, but he refused. You spent the last week being pouty and curled up to Bakugou’s side.

It wasn’t until the Wild Wild Pussycats came to visit with some cute Paw Pad Buns that you finally expressed any mood other than being bratty. You helped Sato prepare some tea for the Pros. It was great to hear they were back in business again.

The day of the the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart event, you seemed to be glued to the television in the common area, snacks and drinks surrounding you like your own little island, or fortress, of food. This was the first time that heroes were going to actually appear on stage and you weren’t planning on missing any of it.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Kaminari asked, trying to sneak one of your rice balls away from you.

“First of all, Kaminari, you could ask me for a snack first! Second, I love seeing the rankings live! It’s exhilarating to see just how well the heroes have done between polls!” You paused at hearing Edgeshot’s ranking and cheered, attracting more attention from your classmates than you’d meant to.

“(Y/N) maybe... you should back up from the television. Your eyes will go bad from sitting close.” You sent a sharp look Iida’s way and he quickly backtracked, apologizing for disturbing you.

No one had the heart to tell you to quiet down, even Iida didn’t want to yell at you for being loud. It was a rare sight to see you energized or excited about anything. Your eyes lit up as Hawks was announced as number two, which only reaffirmed it: Endeavor was number one! You couldn’t wait for internships to start up again. Though he wasn’t the softest person out there, you learned so much from Endeavor and appreciated his strictness; especially since you were quite serious about your own future as a Pro. His entrance was certainly the coolest and his new armor pieces looked very cool, making him seem more menacing than usual.

Their speeches had your full attention, not even Bakugou annoyingly prodding at you with a finger could tear you away as you happily snacked on popcorn. You raised your brows as Hawks stepped forward to speak. He was always a rebel in everything he did. His speech had your jaw dropping. Tokoyami really did his internship with this guy? For the first time, you peeped at your classmate in question who seemed to have a pained expression on his face; it was incredible how different the two of them could be.

Your body tensed as Endeavor received the mic. How was he going to follow up that wild speech? It was certainly short and direct.

Just watch me.

Scrambling for your phone, you quickly sent a text to your mentor, telling him you thought he was quite cool for what he said. It was his work cell so you were sure he’d see it tomorrow or something. There had only been a few other sparing messages between the two of you, the last one being from when you asked if you could get permission to watch Todoroki at one of his remedial courses. During your internship, he hardly ever responded to you, preferring to address your questions briefly in person.

At the end of the program you sighed stretching from your terrible posture, before cleaning up the mess you made as you camped out in front of the television. With the fierce - and scary - Endeavor as the new Number One, villains would have to be crazy to start any trouble.

The next day, you went with Todoroki to the post office. You had sold a few little handmade items online and needed some help getting them mailed out. You’d normally annoy your boyfriend into helping you, but Bakugou was napping from his workout. Todoroki saw you struggling with your packages and said he had to mail a letter so he was happy to accompany you.

“Thanks so much Todoroki! You saved me from making two more trips,” you said, purchasing two drinks from the vending machine and offering him his favorite - something you observed from work study. The two of you sat on a bench and enjoyed your drinks.

“I think we’ve spent enough time together to be friends now. Please feel free to call me Shoto.”

Turning to look at him, you smiled. “Really? I don’t really have that many... friends that is. I mean, everyone in class is nice, but I don’t feel comfortable referring to them casually. You’d be like, one of four people total.”

“Yes. I’d like that.” He smiled faintly in return.

Finishing your drinks, you stood and offered him a hand up. “Okay, Shoto. Let’s head back.”

Returning to the dorms, you sat on the couch, turning the television on and browsing through the channels with a few of your classmates. You all decided to look for a movie to watch. An image flashed briefly on the screen and you had go back. It was the news channel and it looked like a fireball in the sky.

“Shoto! Come quick!” you called out, turning up the volume as your other classmates came over to join you. Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes wide.

Your mind seemed to blank as you watched events unfold. When it was over and that image of Endeavor appeared, still standing, you found yourself knelt beside Todoroki, your new friend, with hands on his shoulder and arm in comfort. Bakugou rested a hand on top of your head. It was silent as no one knew what to say.

Though it was a win, you had a feeling that not everyone would sleep well that night.

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If Alakazam and Machamp Survive Together...

Balancing the votes between Machamp and Alakazam in the Hero’s Second Wind poll will bring them into the next story together. Those potential scenes are found on this page!

Brief descriptions and scene titles will be included below!

Fair warning: There is some content dealing with death below as well.

Second warning: This post is long to depict several developing scenes!

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Cave of Wonders

At the conclusion of their battle, Alakazam was barely able to Teleport himself and Machamp to safety. They discover that they’ve healed, and wonder if they can place where they’d arrived.

...

His eyes snapped open, and Alakazam grasped at Machamp, who jolted awake as well. He quickly grabbed at Alakazam and scrambled to the surface.

Gasping, Machamp lurched forward, coughing a bit. He pulled up on Alakazam, who gasped, coughed, and sputtered. Both stared at one another, panting as they steadied their breathing.

Alakazam quickly patted at Machamp’s chest, and they looked down. No stab wounds were on him. While Machamp glanced around the cave, Alakazam held his hand out, telekinetically lifting his spoons back out.

“How did we…?” Machamp returned his attention to Alakazam. “Did you bring us here?”

“That shouldn’t be possible,” determined Alakazam. “We’ve never been here…”

“Wait, but even if you did, that last Teleport should’ve killed you!” Machamp splashed water out as he scooped up Alakazam’s hand. A soft orange glow lit up around their wrists. “…Your…pulse is fine…”

“And you made a remarkable recovery as well, yes,” pointed out Alakazam. “None of this makes any sense, unless…”

“This can’t be that place, can it?” Machamp brought Alakazam closer into him as he paddled over to the nearest ledge. “You remember the legend about the hidden lake that we read about?”

“Now that you mention it…” Alakazam studied the cavern as Machamp gently lifted him to the land, and then pulled himself up. “But how…can it really be…?”

... ... ...

Charting the Waters

As they proceed with climbing the mountains of the monarchy, Machamp takes a moment to talk with Samurott about some potentially developing feelings.

...

“…So…” Machamp slid over to Samurott, who slashed at a rock. “That Typhlosion pal of yours, huh?”

Samurott sighed and rolled his eyes. “What about him?”

“When did you start liking him back?”

Jerking back, Samurott spun around to Machamp, whiskers standing on edge. He pointed his blade at him.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“What? I wouldn’t tell him anything!”

“No, I’m not going over this with you, ok?”

“From what I was told, he gave you some clear moments that you could’ve talked to him about it,” reasoned Machamp. “But you’re holding back, because you already screwed up a few times, didn’t you?”

“Just what do you think you know?”

“Well, if you tell me that I’m right,” started Machamp, “that’ll be good to work with, because I went through the same problem with Alakazam.”

“…Wait, you two weren’t always…?”

“Us? No way!” Machamp laughed. “We needed help from your friends to sort our own feelings out!” He sighed and rubbed behind his neck. “A while ago, I, uh…I messed up with Alakazam pretty badly.” Machamp smirked. “We try not dwelling on it, though, because we’re really happy together nowadays! But…I could go over it with you, if you want.”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m feeling,” admitted Samurott as he sheathed his blade. “I just can’t sort it out, and I don’t think your little story would help any.”

“Maybe not, but you’d be surprised.”

Silently studying Machamp for a moment, Samurott sighed and nodded.

... ... ...

Battle Harmony

During a battle trial to prove their worth to the monarchy, Alakazam and Machamp outshine rivals from the mountains kingdom, with unrivaled pairing skills in combat.

...

“There’s no way they can be this good! …Can they?” Krookodile fumbled back. He glanced at Audino, who blankly shrugged to him. “Come on! We’re in a band together! It’s literally our job to synchronize and harmonize!”

“Being a band doesn’t really mean that you two are that close,” contested Machamp, as he folded his lower arms. “And it’s got nothing to do with your battle prowess.”

“What would you know about that?!” Krookodile folded his arms. “I bet your boyfriend over there is the one with all of the tactics.”

“Me?” Alakazam chuckled and shook his head. “I only know the tactics that Machamp has extensively taught and practiced with me.” He cupped his hands together and charged energy between his spoons. “The tactics that you’re dealing with are all his ideas, not mine.”

“Seriously?!”

“Aw, listen to you bringing me up.” Machamp beamed to Alakazam as he lifted the ball of green energy. “Don’t mind if I do!”

Alakazam waved to us, and then winked as Machamp pulled his fist back. “Always here for you.”

Orange energy focused around Machamp’s hand as he swung forward, slamming the orb at their opponents. Audino clapped as Krookodile grabbed her and dove aside.

He glanced back and watched the energy ball burst, with leaves scattering around the impact, and orange ashes coating them. Grinding his teeth, he twisted back to the pair.

“What the hell kind of combination is that?!”

“You mean you don’t have attack combinations?” Machamp grinned. “You’re only proving how much more we’ve got going on over here!”

“Bah!”

Krookodile lifted his foot and slammed it to the ground with his tail. A tremor ripped across the earth and toward the couple.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to test this.” Alakazam slid in front of Machamp. “Ready, darling?”

“Always!”

Concentrating on his lower hands, red energy crackled from Machamp’s fingers, as he cupped his hands around Alakazam’s waist. Alakazam outstretched his arms, with his spoons levitating out from them.

Clapping his hands together, a fuschia aura lit around them as Alakazam pointed them to the ground. As the ground split open, his spoons, glowing with both energies, slammed into the earth and forced a heavy bubble between them.

... ... ...

Stoking the Flames

As a midpoint in their journey and after a show performance, Alakazam picks up on Typhlosion’s wavering interest in Samurott and decides to lend him some advice.

...

“Do you want to talk about your feelings regarding Samurott?”

Alakazam folded his legs as Typhlosion deflated and stared across the table to him. He lowered his head and plopped it down.

“There’s nothing else to talk about,” mumbled Typhlosion. “I told him months ago how I felt, and he…doesn’t like me the same way.”

“Has he ever actually told you that he doesn’t like you?”

“Does he have to?”

“Probably.”

“If he has by his inaction and disinterest, shouldn’t that count?”

“Not necessarily, considering that he’s likely struggling with sorting out his own feelings regarding the matter,” assessed Alakazam. “In all honesty, his mannerisms and hesitation around you seem to indicate that he has interest in you, particularly after your little, ah, performance back there.”

“Can we not talk about that?”

“Ha, you didn’t see how he watched you, and how he scowled at the crowd,” teased Alakazam. “Machamp guards me with that same underlying ferocity, so if he’s not romantically inclined to you, then that’s still a supremely excellent friend.”

“If he still even sees me like one…”

“Without a shadow of a doubt, he certainly cares for you,” reassured Alakazam. “Even when Machamp and I weren’t getting along years ago, he would always defend me.”

“Hold on, what?” Typhlosion picked his head up. “You and your boyfriend didn’t get along? I thought you were childhood sweethearts.”

“That’s not quite the story.” Alakazam sighed. “To tell you the truth, you and I are quite alike. My emotions twisted my thoughts up miserably, and I thought Machamp wasn’t as interested in me as I was in him.” He gazed down at his hands on the table, twirling his spoons around one another. “It was actually because I caught his mind off at the wrong moment, or uh, several times, really, but…I just repeatedly misinterpreted his love for me as curiosity and lust.” He sank down in his seat. “And lust for someone else, but I’d rather not get into that part.”

“But you’re both so…” Typhlosion sat up. “Now you’re both so inseparable!”

“Absolutely.” Alakazam grinned. “Your friends helped us come together, and we’ve stayed that way happily since.”

... ... ...

Echoes of the Apex

Near the conclusion of their journey, Machamp and Alakazam must face off against Mega Garchomp once again.

...

A heavy roar erupted from the rainbow light as it faded, and Mega Garchomp lowered his head, wildly grinning at the couple.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t miss that psycho smile,” muttered Machamp. “Now what do we do?”

“Last time, we were throwing ourselves at him to defend our home,” pointed out Alakazam. “We were stuck with putting ourselves on the line because if he crossed it, everyone else would have died.”

“In case you didn’t notice, we’re falling right back into that scenario,” pointed out Machamp. “Just not at our home, but we’re not going to let innocent people die, are we?”

“Not at all.” Alakazam smirked. “But, unlike last time, we can’t give up breaking through to him.” He frowned. “Also, we don’t have you get too close to him.”

“Definitely not planning on a full repeat performance,” agreed Machamp. “So if you’re trying to get to his head, what do I do?”

“Keep me alive.”

Machamp twisted around to fully face Alakazam, who softly smiled to him.

“Yes, I would absolutely leave my life in your hands,” Alakazam answered Machamp’s thoughts. “And we’ll need to once he comes across the way to us.”

“Alakazam, we can’t—I can’t!”

“Would you rather just find a way to kill him, after what we nearly died discovering about him?” Machamp paused before he shook his head. “Good, because I’d rather not either.” Alakazam searched the mountaintop, and spotted the green dragon. “As a matter of fact, I have a few ideas on appealing to him this time.”

Following his eyes, Machamp spotted who Alakazam focused on. He grinned as Alakazam turned back to wink at him.

“Ok, I think I can follow.” He picked up Alakazam’s hand and kissed it. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Just…let’s be very careful this time.”

“Absolutely.”

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(Remember, these are scenes in development. However, this is what you can look forward to, should the vote tallies of Machamp and Alakazam be close enough together! See if you can get their combined return for the stories!)

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Poll Winner...Hotel Horrors!

Hotel Horrors

Hey everyone so so sorry that this took forever and a day to get out. The short version is I quit my new job because it was leading me down a dark path of anxiety and depression so I’ve been struggling with all of that nonsense and quite frankly lost the motivation to write anything at all. I want everyone to know that your mental health matters and no job (no matter the money or benefits) is worth putting that at risk.

Anyway, here’s the winner of my 200 follower poll! I do plan on writing the other choices eventually, but again I’ve been struggling HARD with writer’s block.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 5,586

Warnings: Mentions of booze, a few swear words. A crude joke. Pretty much all fluff with some panicked!Steve and switching of names.

Summary: Steve Rogers lost something extremely important at your hotel during an undercover mission. What will you do when you find out your celebrity crush was staying under your roof?!

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, and I own no characters save for the reader and her coworkers/family. No beta, so mistakes are mine, ALL MINE I tell you!

ENJOY!

“Y/N my happy little orange blossom!”

You looked up from your mug, hot tea sloshing in your mouth until you could force it down. It was eight-thirty am on a brisk Monday in New York City, the hustle and bustle of morning traffic mixed with the grogginess of another too short weekend over. The hotel lobby had been quiet a whole half hour before your uncle had made his presence known. The Wilson hotel, named after your grandfather’s first dog had been in your family for just shy of sixty years, your father and uncle taking over when your grandfather decided to retire five years ago. It was a quaint but lovely little building, boasting just fifty six rooms and four luxury suites. Your grandfather had bought the building on a splurge, wanting to create his own income and become his own boss, much to the encouragement of your grandmother. It was an instant success, the small homely atmosphere mixed with the most affordable prices in the city kept you busy as a receptionist.

Things had slowed down just a touch now that the new year was here and the holidays were gone, people not traveling as much to make up for the money they had spent on presents for whatever they were celebrating. You were usually never caught dead at work on Mondays, never one to really enjoy the swarms of grumpy travelers in the early hours. Sundays and Mondays, until this week unfortunately, were your prized days off. That all changed the minute Mandy the other receptionist who usually worked days where you worked nights decided to bring her third hell spawn into the world a week early. A New Year’s baby. How lovely. Now because of the aptly named “Kia”, you were forced to pull double duty until her replacement started next week. So much for your Christmas wish of working less. You took it in stride though, after all Mandy was your soon to be cousin, your cousin Brent popping the question Christmas morning surrounded by all of your family. The very same family who was quick to point out that you were now the last of six children to be engaged. Or the last of six to have children. Or the last of six to be in a remotely serious relationship. And no, your crush on Captain America most certainly did not count. The only one who hadn’t spoken a word against you was Uncle Todd. He had always been your favorite, and you his. He never married, nor had kids of his own, so he was always quick to jump down your family’s throats. After all, he owned sixty percent of the Wilson and he turned out just fine thank you very much.

His only downfall was that he was simply too happy in the mornings.

His deep chuckle brought you back to the present, an annoyed expression passing over you as he lovingly patted you on the top of your head. He’d been doing it since you were a child. You had hated it since you were a child too. “Oh come now Y/N, surely you aren’t that hung over from the New Year’s celebration? It was a week ago after all. Put some spring in your step!”

“First of all, it’s too early for you. Now I know why I don’t work mornings.” You muttered the last bit into your oversized mug before draining the rest of your English breakfast tea. “Secondly,” you cleared your throat, picking up your electric kettle that sat at your desk and started on brewing your second cup, “You know damn well I don’t get hangovers Uncle. Fortunately I have your alcohol tolerance instead of my hopeless father’s.” The tea bag fell into your now full mug with an uninterested plop. “And thirdly, I’m only here because Mandy is out and Rachel doesn’t start for another week. Last I checked you don’t pay me enough to care about “peppiness” this early on a Monday.”

The shaking of his head normally would have you fearing for a spiel about being more carefree and positive, but the grin he was sporting brought a small one to your features. “We’ll make a morning person out of you yet Y/N. Carson here yet?”

“Nope, I’d wager dad’s stuck in traffic,” you pulled a face before adding “Again”.

“I swear that man will be late to his own funeral. I expect we’ll get a phone call any moment now, be sure to rip him a new one for me eh? Oh my new year’s resolution is to leave the house earlier so I can be on time my left foot.” You giggled, stirring honey into your beverage as he continued to rant and rave all the way to his office, the loud creak of his large chair announcing his defeat on the subject of your father’s constantly late arrivals.

As if on cue the main lobby’s terribly outdated phone rang loudly, a surprised yelp leaving your lips as you set the cup down and picked up the receiver.

“Good morning and thank you for calling the Wilson,” Your customer service voice was a common shock to your family and friends, the usual snark and sarcasm replaced with a sweet and patient tone. You quickly added, “Dad if this is you calling to say you’re running late, it’s been like this for five years. You don’t need to give us a heads up. We know you’ll show up, but you should know uncle Todd prefers it be before the next turn of the century.”

“Well Mandy your uncle seems like a reasonable man although I can assure you I’m extremely punctual.” The voice was certainly not your father’s, and for second you were extremely embarrassed and looking for quick way to end it. It wasn’t normal to get phone calls this early. But before you could do anything rash the person on the other line let out a short laugh. “I needed that laugh today, thank you. It’s been a stressful morning.”

“I’m sorry about that! I’m afraid Mandy is out, my name is Y/N.”Your face burned with the intensity of the sun as you quickly moved on, “How can I help you today mister….”

“Rogers. I’m sorry I assumed you were Mandy.”

“It’s alright mister Rogers.”

“Great.” He continued, taking a breath “Mandy alright?”

“Yep the baby just came early and she went into labor during our charity event last week.”

“How beautiful. I recall her saying something about contractions now that you mention it. Listen Y/N I was wondering if you could help me out on something urgent?”

“Sure mister Rogers, anything for my favorite neighbor.” You blurted out and then inwardly cringed at your own terrible joke, but again it was met by the stranger’s rough laughter. It almost sounded familiar. Like maybe you had heard it in person. Or on the television.

“Cute. I’m sure he…I mean I’ve never heard that one before.” The man recovered and you raised an eyebrow although he couldn’t see it. “So the long story short is that a friend and I checked in last week for your New Year’s charity Gala. It was stunning, had a wonderful time.”

“We had Pepper Potts as a consultant for the event, she’s incredible with event planning. Tony Stark donated some of the art work we auctioned off that night if you recall. Many were saddened to hear he wasn’t able to attend, but miss Potts looked lovely and did a great job.”

“That she did, and I’m sure he was there…in spirit I suppose.” The man got out hastily before recomposing himself. “Anyway I’m afraid my colleague and I were so partied out when we checked out the next day I realized I forgot a very important flash drive somewhere in my suite.”

“Not a problem mister Rogers, our suites are extremely private and we haven’t had any guests in them since last week so I have no problem calling housekeeping and seeing if they found anything. Just a thumb drive you said?”

“Yes a small black thumb drive. I’m super boring and predictable. And please, call me Tony.”

“Alright mister-“You stopped yourself, “Tony. What suite were you in? And we can check your friend’s suite too if you want to give me his name.”

“Oh of course suite number two. He was staying under the name Steve Stark.”

You held in a laugh. It was normal for high-caliber people and celebrities to check in under false names, sometimes even using the names of other celebrities. Kim Kardashian-West checked in as Princess Jasmine once somewhere.

“And you’re Tony Rogers. Funny, I’m sure Mandy didn’t catch that one. She isn’t the brightest crayon in the box I’m afraid.”

“I can agree with you there. “ The man laughed again, and you realized you were finding yourself in a good mood talking to this man. Why was that?

“Well I’ll do some digging and see what I can find. Is this a good number to reach you at Tony?”

“Yes this number is the right one to snag me at.”

“Perfect, I’ll get housekeeping on it right away as no one has been in there since your stay. I’ll call you in a couple days with our results. Hopefully we find it for you. Have a great day!”

“You too Y/N, talk to you soon.”

You hung up the phone and promptly dropped your head on the desk. Where did you know that voice from?

~~Earlier at the Tower~~

“For the last time Steve I haven’t seen your thumb drive!” Sam waved Steve away from blocking the game on the television in the common area. “Now you make a better mountain sized door instead of a window.” Steve huffed angrily out of the room.

“Haven’t seen it Cap, might I suggest checking your shoes?” Tony got out in between bites of his cereal, Bucky laughing with him at the Captain’s deadpanned expression. “What? Worth a shot.”

He stomped out of that room too.

Even Nat had jumped on the skeptical side, narrowing her eyes as he dug through his luggage again for the seventh time in the past two days, “Are you sure you didn’t pack it?”

This was it. This was how Steve Rogers was going to lose his mind. The sleep deprived and stress-ridden super solider pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to take deep breaths. It proved fruitless and he smashed his phone into the wall a day later at the suggestion from Tony to just call the Wilson. The same hotel Tony and him had stayed at the previous week for an undercover mission.

The team had accepted the circumstances, Strange and Nat running communications while Tony and Steve underwent massive amounts of makeup to change their appearance. Tony of course went the craziest. Bald cap, clean shaved face and a suit that made him look even more buff than he already was. Nat kept calling him “Daddy Warbucks”. Steve however had kept it simple. Changed his hair color, grew his beard out a little longer, contacts, and wore a slightly ill fitting suit.

Truth be told he didn’t understand why they needed to be there at first. “Catching art thieves” wasn’t something that usually required action from The Avengers. NYPD were more than capable most of the time, so it came as a shock when one of the owners of the Wilson reached out to them via email. The message didn’t say too much, other than a time, date, and small description of the group of men needing apprehended. Todd and his partner didn’t want these men getting to the very expensive masterpieces they were auctioning off for charity, and just wanted some extra security. Apparently the thieves had been snatching works of art for nearly a decade and hadn’t been caught. Tony loved a challenge and accepted. Todd suggested setting a trap and sending a couple of them undercover so as to not draw unwanted attention. As an added bonus Tony donated some of the art to be auctioned off at the Gala held in his hotel on New Year’s Eve. He even offered to put them up in two of their nicer suites for no charge.

Tony was in the minute he mentioned undercover. He even took to making some secret compartments in their attire, you know just in case.

“You too Y/N, talk to you soon.”

Speaking of the billionaire, he was now putting his phone back in his pocket, a smug expression on his face.

“Y/N the receptionist said she’d look into it and call back in a couple days. Now will you calm down?”

“I can’t calm down Tony, that thumb drive had all the evidence to put the art thieves away.”

“Wet Bandits” Tony corrected, Steve rolling his eyes. “The trial isn’t for another week and worrying is only going to force you into an earlier grave. So cool it.”

The blonde man ran a hand through his hair. He truly hated it when his friend was right. Though he’d never tell him of course, his ego was big enough as is. He let out a sigh, “Fine.”

“Great. Now make a list of places you were in the hotel during the Gala, we can go retrace your steps if they don’t find anything. I think your ancient brain is finally catching up to you Cap.”

Steve slammed the door to his room with that remark, seething with embarrassment and anger. It’s not like he had meant to lose it. He’d never lost intel like this before. Actually now that he thought about it he couldn’t think of a time he had ever lost something this important. Falling into his desk chair with an ungraceful thud, he began writing the places he had been during New Year’s Eve.

~~Flashback, Night of the Gala~~

“We’ll get right back to the Auction after the ball drops!” A jolly looking man, who the team learned to be Todd interrupted the evening, encouraging everyone to mingle and enjoy themselves. Tony didn’t need to be told a second time, making his way to the open bar while Strange noted his obvious distaste in their ear pieces.

People nearly trampled Steve as he got up from his seat, emptying out of the large conference room and into the beautifully decorated grand ballroom just outside. He couldn’t say he blamed anyone, being squished like sardines for the last two hours was starting to even get on his nerves. And he lived in a compound of superheroes with no real sense of boundaries. He was enjoying his solitude, no one recognizing him for the first time in years. It felt liberating, only having a select few know his true identity. He almost didn’t miss it.

He felt a slight shove into his shoulder, turning his body to glance down at the elegant figure draped in simple green velvet, your wide eyes burning into his in embarrassment.

“I’m…I’m such a klutz my apologies!” You stuttered out, giving him the smallest hint of a shy smile.

“No harm no foul. Tony.” He stuck out a hand, giving himself points for not messing up his alias.

You placed your small hand in his and immediately Steve was struck by how soft your hand felt. But before you could give your name your heads swiveled at the shouting coming from the far side of the room. He noted how your eyes shown slight disappointment as you broke from the greeting.

“Forgive me. My relatives and booze never makes for a good outcome.” With a defeated sigh you turned on your heel, clicking away towards Todd, muttering to yourself. “Way to go Y/L/N, always running into gorgeous people and then running away.”

Ok, he missed it a little. You were the sort of someone he would have liked to ask to dance. If under different circumstances of course. Maybe. But silver lining, at least he had been able to catch your last name. He watched you run off with a dreamy look on his face.

“Heads up lover boy, we got company.” Nat jolted Steve from his thoughts, four men entering the large room and nonchalantly casing the place. How these men had gotten away with stealing art for close to a decade was beyond him. Hiding within plain sight he moved to a vantage point high up on a stairwell.

“Tony you got them?”

“You mean Steve. I’m Steve, you’re Tony. Geesh that dime wasn’t in your orbit for more than two minutes and you’re this scrambled?” Tony teased, Steve groaning into his ear piece and earning a smirk in response. “Yea I got them, shall I go ahead and set the plan in motion?” He caught Steve’s nod and reaffirmed it with his own, making his way towards the group. “Then the game is afoot!”

Steve made a mental note to ask Thor for some meade after all of this was over.

The rest of the night went easy enough. The “Wet Bandits” fell for the trap, they were caught red handed and arrested on the spot. Steve managed to swipe a USB drive from the ring leader of the group before the police carted off the criminals, the crowd clapping and cheering for them. They looked like normal, non-super people, just doing the right thing at the right time. It gave the team a sense of pride, knowing even without their suits or names they still got the job done.

“Where should I put this?” He fiddled with the small storage device. Nat had mentioned it would most likely have very incriminating evidence on it. She also put extra emphasis on keeping it safe.

“I don’t know, somewhere close to your soul?”

“That makes no sense Tony.”Steve muttered from the punch bowl, watching his partner walk towards him, empty glass in tow. Typical.

Tony joined him while everyone began to count down the minutes til the new year, gloating about how he couldn’t wait to kiss Pepper.

“That’s rich considering you look like mister clean right now. Think of the headlines.” Strange muttered into the comms and Tony laughed, forgetting temporarily what he looked like in his present state. “Hey there’s that girl you were making eyes at Rogers.”

The contacts he wore were starting to itch from dryness, and Steve found himself exceptionally happy that the night would soon be ending. He couldn’t help but gravitate toward you, your smile and light laughter ringing over the small group of people around you.

“Hello again.” Steve tried to think of what Tony would do in this situation, and then decided the cocky approach probably wouldn’t go over well. Your eyes twinkled in the glow of the gentle lighting, the room dimming as it got closer to a new year.

“Hi again.” Sixty seconds to go.

“I didn’t get to tell you earlier but you look stunning.” You were happy your blush was hidden in the near darkness of the room. The people were getting louder in their chanting of the time, Steve swallowing hard as your smile grew wider with the passing second. As so did his confidence.

“Thank you, that suit is an…interesting color.” Steve remembered his current attire and internally grimaced. What a claude you must think him, showing up in an ill fitting suit, beard barely groomed, his slightly red eyes. Of course he gets the gumption to make small talk and introduce himself and what happens? He looks like a homeless vacuum salesman.

“Ten…Nine…Eight…” He watched as you looked around the room, loudly calling out the numbers, unaware of how smitten he must have been looking at you. You seemed so genuine in your happiness, your smile beaming and lighting up the whole room.

“Five….Four..” He had no idea what was making him inch closer to you, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was like he needed to be near that sort of energy. He hadn’t met anyone that put him so much at ease so quickly before. Why was that?

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, guests pulling on party popper strings and Todd and Carson popping bottles of champagne open with sabers. He laughed at you while you shook your head at your obvious relatives. Of course it had to be sabers. Perhaps it was the atmosphere. Maybe it was the loud music. He blamed a large portion of it on the alcohol, although it did nothing for him. Whatever it was spread throughout his entire nervous system and pushed him to place a small kiss on your blush tapped cheek.

“Happy New Year.” He managed to get out, taken aback by his own actions. You didn’t seem to mind, only beamed a smile that seemingly blinded him. Which wasn’t difficult to accomplish thanks to the stupid contacts.

“Yappy Hew Near.” Your alarmed expression at your jumbled words caused Steve to let out a deep laugh, you joining in shortly after. The night concluded with the art being bought back by Tony, not truly wanting to see them go in the first place. He could already hear the argument he and Pepper would be having later. If the look she gave him was any indication, he fully expected Stark to be in sofa city for the better part of the new year. He headed back to his suite with a bounce in his step, happy with the overall outcome.

Steve’s happiness was gone the minute they got back to the Tower and he noticed the flash drive was nowhere in sight.

~~Present~~

Which lead him to this moment of staring at Sam while he went over his paper. There weren’t that many places on it which made for a short list. The lobby, ballroom, conference room, and of course his suite were the only places he went after swiping the drive. Sam took note of all of the sighs leaving the tall man’s lips as he perused the list, growing slightly annoyed.

“Steve, man you gotta get laid. Or go fishing. Somethin’. Anything that will make you less mopey.” His friend grinned, it sinking into a frown when Steve gave him murderous side eye.

“Sam I appreciate you inserting yourself into my personal life again but I still haven’t found that drive. It means everything to the trial and without it –“

”The Wet Bandits won’t be convicted and you will have failed this city…yadda yadda…” Bucky finished, putting his hands on his hips as he stood alongside Sam. “Seriously pal, we know. But worrying about it ain’t gonna make it appear out of thin air. Stop making it worse.”

“Easy for you to say Buck,” Steve scoffed. “You weren’t the one that lost it.”

“Well Cap, I guarantee it will be in the last place you left it!” Tony said, smiling cheerfully at him while he snatched the list from Sam, nodding once he had finished going over it. “We’ll find it, stop getting your old man undies in a bunch and go do something productive.”

Steve went running for three hours, the entire time thinking of ways to get away with murder.

~~~Meanwhile at the Wilson~~~

“I’m telling you Uncle I have torn these rooms apart and I haven’t found anything!!!”

You were laying on the floor of the suite Tony Rogers, or whatever his real name was had stayed in the week prior, your uncle staring down at you from the doorway that lead out into the hall.

“I can see that.” You uncle stated matter of fact, astonished at the sight. “Orange blossom it’s been two days and you haven’t found anything, I think you should give the nice man a call.”

“Ughmnpf” Was your response, your voice muffled from your face in the carpet. Housecleaning hadn’t found anything when they had cleaned both rooms, and you had spent the better part of forty eight hours digging through everything. Todd had rounded up a crew to search the rooms the Gala had been at just in case, and had turned up nothing. Well they did find your uncle’s most prized bottle opener that was shaped like a large great white shark he had gotten from the Caribbean three years ago, but that wasn’t doing anyone any favors. “He’s gonna be so upset Todd. I don’t know if I can to talk to him again.” You complained weakly, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

“Nonsense, if I remember him well enough I know he’d be very impressed with how you managed to tear these rooms apart looking for something he lost in the first place. Give yourself more credit.”

You dragged yourself off the plush floor and made your way to the phone located in the room, taking out a small slip of paper out from the pocket of your dark gray slacks and punching it into the phone. It rang four times before you were sent to voicemail.

“Hey you’ve reached the personal voicemail of Tony Stark, obviously I’m too wrapped up right now to take your call, so leave a message and I’ll call back when I feel like it.”

You stared into the phone in shock, the loud tone making you jump and sputter into the receiver.

“Ssss…sorry to call this number, I was told I could reach Tony Rogers here. This is Y/N from the Wilson, if you’re free to stop by at three this afternoon I’d greatly appreciate it. Thh..thank you.” You hung up the phone. Now you were certain you had been played. What was this mystery man playing at? First he gives you an obviously fake name and then gives you the phone number of THE Tony Stark?

“What’s wrong Y/N? You look like you just discovered spit in your cheerios. Which might I add hasn’t happened in years.”

“Um, who stayed in this suite Uncle? Tell me the truth.” You narrowed your eyes, attempting to look menacing in your bright mustard sweater and messy bun.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it sounds like you’ll meet him soon enough. Which lucky for me, I’ll be here to record it.” Your face paled as your heart started to race.

Who the hell was coming to the hotel?!

~~~Three p.m~~~

“I don’t know about this Tony,” Steve muttered into his new phone, trudging up the slightly slick steps of the hotel. It was snowing, wet globs falling from the sky and sticking to the warm pavement creating a walking hazard for most people. He wasn’t most people though. “You called her. You should be here.”

“And you lost the drive, so you have retrieve it. Now get that stick out of your ass and maybe after ask her out afterwards. ” Steve rolled his eyes, the sass evident in the brunette’s tone. Everyone had gotten fed up with him over the last few days, although he was certain that was a massive understatement. “Let me know how it goes, I’ve got a meeting so I’ll talk to you afterwards.” Steve ended the call with a firm click, taking extra care at putting his phone into his pocket upon entering the lobby. Would hate to have to purchase a second phone within a week.

He was delighted to see you behind the counter, recognizing you from the gala. Granted your eyes were as big as dinner plates and you were choking on whatever was in your mug but you still managed to look lovely. He had it bad and he didn’t have the faintest idea why or how. But he did know that your smile had plagued his nights and swept through his days the entire time he had been looking for this drive. He would definitely be asking you out today.

“Hello I’m looking for Y/N?” Steve said politely, knowing good and well he was staring at her. He noticed Todd off to the side, clearly recording the whole ordeal on his phone. He had mentioned at the Gala that Y/N had harbored an intense school girl crush on the captain most of her life, and had been slightly looking forward to meeting him. Granted this was technically the third time they had met, but she didn’t know that yet.

“She’s right here!” Todd said brightly, your brain attempting to pick itself off the floor and reinsert itself back into your skull. You shook your head out of your shock and smiled, trying hard to calm your nerves. You could probably beat a hummingbird with how fast your heart was racing.

“He’s right I’m Y/N. You must be mister Rogers.” You mentally smacked yourself. Of course he was. His small grin at your expense made the humiliation twenty times worse.

“That I am. Any luck finding my drive?” He was trying to be direct. Right. He had no business here otherwise. You lowered your head, both out of disappointment and guilt.

“I’m afraid not. I personally searched both suites myself for hours and couldn’t find a single black flash drive. I’m so sorry but I was hoping maybe if you revisited the room that it would jog your memory?”

“Good luck with that,” Todd chimed in, your gaze ripping from Steve’s blue eyes to look at your uncle sharply, “It looks like a bomb went off up there.”

“I think it’s a decent idea, sure.” Steve admonished, finding himself at wits end over the matter.

You nodded and lead the way to the elevators, your uncle electing to stay behind much to your behest. Perhaps you would have a heart attack on the way up and that would be the end of it. No, that was being too optimistic. You took the space closest to the far wall, keeping your distance and blush ridden skin as far away from the super solider as possible.

“Ya know this isn’t the first time we’ve met.” Steve said simply, giving you a heartbreaking smile. “You quite literally bumped into me during the gala. And I was with you during the countdown later on that night.”

“I surely would have remembered running into you mister Rogers.” You retorted back just as simply, attempting to study the buttons on the elevator in great detail.

“Not if I was undercover. I had a long beard, terribly fitting suit. Black hair. I’m afraid the contacts made my eyes a little red from the dryness. You were looking absolutely breathtaking, wearing a beautiful green velvet dress. I’ll admit I was pulled to you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. What were your exact words at midnight?” Your breath caught in your throat when you met his eyes, the recognition hitting you like a freight truck.

“Yappy Hew Near.” You both said it in union, your face going from tinted pink to full on tomato red when you realized Captain America had kissed you on the cheek that night.

“I am SUCH an idiot I am so sorry!” You stammered out, hoping for the first time in your life that the elevator would NOT break down with you stuck in it with Steve Rogers.

“Hey doll it’s alright, really. I wouldn’t have done what I did if I didn’t want to. Your smile is something else.” That caused you to blush harder, if that was possible. “Now let’s go see about that suite huh?”

You really hated how cool he was about the whole thing.

Deciding it would be in your best interest to get this over with as soon as possible you practically tore down the suite door, the inside looking like a tornado went through it. After a band of criminals ransacked it. You tensed up when you heard Steve let out a slow and low whistle.

“You’ve uh…you’ve been busy.” He tried, not easing your nerves and surveying the area. “I believe you when you say you didn’t find anything.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you, “Can you walk me through what happened when you got back here? It might help talking through it.” Steve nodded at you although he wasn’t looking in your direction, his tall stature breezing around the large room with ease.

“I went to the bathroom after taking off my jacket,” He looked in the closet. Nothing. “I took out the awful contacts and shaved.” You giggled as he mimed running a razor over his face in the bathroom. He placed the invisible facial tool down on the counter and walked back out, looking slightly behind you at the nightstand. “I placed my watch there and went to take off my sh…”

The sentence died in his throat, you becoming slightly concerned as he proceeded to stand ramrod still. “Steve? Did you remember something?”

He took off his right shoe, staring into it with a slack jaw.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“Steve? You’re making me nervous, talking into your shoe and all.” You had begun to back away when a slightly hysterical laugh escaped the man’s throat, the timber wavering as he ripped the insole out of the piece of footwear. You were starting to rethink being alone in a hotel room with him.

It was only when he took out the small thumb drive from a hidden compartment in his sole that you began laughing too. But yours was partially due to extreme anger.

“It…was in…your…shoe….the WHOLE time…?” You managed to get out, heaving breaths and attempting to catch them while the good Captain continued to lean onto the nightstand for support, his own breath ragged.

“Tony….made a joke…about putting it…close to…my soul.” He stood up straight, slowly regaining composure which you were not finding helpful. “I must have been so tired that I thought putting it in there was a good idea.”

“Well clearly it was a good place, you couldn’t even find it. But who uses a shoe? Honestly.”

Steve had the good sense to look embarrassed, running a hand through his hair and offering an apologetic smile. “I am so embarrassed. You tore this hotel apart looking for this and I had it the whole time. The team will never let me live it down once they find out.”

“Who says they have to know?” Came your reply, already heading to the suite door and pulling it open with a bit of effort. “I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”

“What’s the catch doll?” He held the door for you and you gave a mumbled thanks.

“Drinks. Right now.” You said confidently, looking into his eyes, his real blue eyes with ease.

“Can’t I’m afraid.” Steve grinned at your sad expression. “We have dinner plans first.”

“Pizza?”

“You read my mind Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop yourself, beaming another mega-watt smile.

“Maybe we’re SOLE-mates mister Rogers. Shall we?”

You both laughed the entire way to the restaurant down the street.

The end.

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Best Friend

Fandom: Harvest Moon; A New Beginning

Characters: Amir & Sanjay x Female!reader

Prompt: I have an obvious love for imperial drama’s and this is a story inspired by them. In particular Ruyi’s Royal Love in the Palace (cdrama) and the eunuch Li Yu, who is adorable and who I felt greatly for.

A/N: Who do you think Female!reader should end up with? Sanjay or Amir, or neither? Or maybe even both? Let me know in the ask box or through this poll I set up. Your choice might actually determine the next part I may or may not write for this.

In tumultuous times all hands were needed in order to survive. With the kingdom in constant need of military support fathers and sons alike were summoned to fight, leaving behind their wives and daughters to support the house. Being from a farmer’s family you were no different, leaving a few hard choices to make. With your brother too young and your father gone it was soon proven that an extra income was needed to make ends meet. A choice had to be made and soon you had packed your belongings, setting out into the direction of the capital in the hopes of finding a well-paying job there.

It was on that road that you met Amir and Sanjay, two travelling gentlemen who were heading west. For what, you weren’t sure, but you were glad for the company and they were decent men on a long road.

“Echo village is a wonderful place. Peaceful and developing fast,” Amir spoke, his usually stern expression twinkling at the thought of his destination. “It truly is a sight to behold and all that because of one farm,” he followed, praising the foreign place that sounded like a dream to you.

“The people are dedicated, like the people of this country, in that we don’t differ,” Sanjay spoke, his gentle voice contrasted that of his friend. Where Amir sounded like a young master Sanjay held the aura of a teacher, an equal whose patience went unrivalled. “I only hope that our people will know the peace Echo village is so renowned for,” the male continued, his long braid falling forward as he poured you another cup of tea.

The two men couldn’t be of different character. While undoubtedly well-bred and educated you felt more partial to Sanjay’s humility and kindness, finding it easier to connect to the calm fire that he held over the dedication of Amir.

Sighing wistfully you leant forward, cheek resting on your hand as you watched the sky ahead. “If only,” you spoke, another sigh escaping your lips. “My father and oldest brother are out fighting. I only hope that my brother will never grow old enough to face the battlefield,” you lamented, your eyes casting down into your lap as you pulled your cloak closer.

You knew that both male had been exempted from serving in the army. Whether it was because they were only sons, or because of rank you didn’t want to think about, either thought striking envy within your heart as you thought of your family. An envy you didn’t want to fester for you liked both men too well to depart with any detest.

“The latest reports have been promising, though” you cheerfully added, shrugging to yourself as you tried to lift up the mood. “And within the capital I might even secure myself a good job in the palace,” you continued hopefully. “Perhaps even the palace,” you continued to muse. “As long as I can earn enough to send home.” Eyes travelling far away you wondered how much that had to be.

The two men exchanged another look, Amir slowly shaking his head as if to dissuade Sanjay from something. A wish to which the man complied. Instead the man reached for his bag, pulling out a pendant as he handed it over to you.

“Here, [Name],” the male started, a soft smile gracing his features. “If you show this at the townhouse upon registry they will help you with a good job,” Sanjay explained, waving off your bewildered look. “See it as a token of our friendship.”

Confused you reached out for the pendant, hand clamping around the precious stone of which it was made. It was clear that it was valuable, but what it exactly meant was beyond your grasp, questions mulling your mind at how exactly an item would land you a job. You didn’t question it, however. Your friends had been kind to you and you needed help. Even if it turned out to be untrue you could probably sell it for a high price and send the money over to your family.

“Thank you,” you finally managed to get out, guilt washing over you for your earlier outburst. “I have nothing to give myself, but I owe you,” you smiled, fighting against the tears that were threatening to well up. Despite the short time you truly had felt you had made some valuable friends, if not comrades for life.

“I’m sure we will meet again,” Amir smiled, glad that you didn’t fight the gift. “And when we do you must prepare some of those delicacies from your hometown,” he continued. It was a request you gladly honoured, giving both mysterious noblemen a promise with your smile.

It was there that you parted ways. The two gentlemen to the west whilst you continued for the capital. That was the last you saw of them for a long while.

It had been almost a year since you had arrived in the capital. A year in which you had owed Amir and Sanjay for their kindness. After arriving in the capital you had done as instructed, showed the pendant at the townhall and swiftly received a job. One that provided you with many chances you otherwise wouldn’t have in your life as a country bumpkin. Ending up in the household of the closest advisor of the king you soon were selected to be the personal handmaiden to lady Olivia, the daughter of the minister and a young woman only a little older than you were.

Today you were about to receive yet another chance you had never dared to dream of. With Olivia reaching the marriageable age she was to be presented at court. An event in which everyone hoped that she would be selected as a wife to one of the princes. It was a day of anticipation, especially for the household as everyone expected Olivia to be surely selected by one particular prince.

“I heard that the twelfth prince is returning to court,” Olivia whispered to you as you lead the female out to her carriage.

“How rare indeed, is the twelfth prince also partaking in the wife selection?” you questioned, wondering if the mysterious prince would take an interest in your lady. After all, you had heard that the twelfth had also reached a marriageable age, and had been a playmate of Olivia in her younger days. However, dedicated as the prince was said to bring the country to prosperity he travelled often once he had reached the age to govern his own path, seemingly having little interest in the politics of the court and the kingdom. As such Olivia had seen little of her old-time friend since her teens and you had never met the man at all.

“I hope not,” you sternly said, earning a nudge from your mistress as she willed you to stop. A mischievous smile spread out over your features as you gave Olivia a pout. “I know you think the same, my lady. You don’t want the tenth prince to misunderstand your intentions, after all,” you added, expressing that what everyone was hoping for as well.

“You and your mouth,” Olivia scolds as she finally entered the carriage. You just smugly smiled to yourself as you motioned for the servants to head into the direction of the palace.

Olivia was no stranger to the palace. As a playmate of the twelfth prince and as the daughter of a minister she had frequently visited the place in her youth. As such the guards let her in easily, allowing the young mistress to roam the place to show you around.

“This used to be my secret place with the twelfth prince,” the female pointed out, finger pointing up at a set of long stairs that seemed to go up endlessly. “It has the best view over the palace, and people rarely climb it,” she explained, steering herself into the direction of her favourite place to be.

“Olivia!”

At the top of the stairs a voice called out to the lady, excited, warm and familiar followed by two pairs of footsteps that approached you and the mistress. A man, dressed in the finest silks walked up to you in confidence, followed by an eunuch with a familiar long braid.

“And [Name] as well!” Amir greeted, his smile turning wider as he recognised you. “I knew that Olivia would take a liking to you,” he continued, joyfully taking in the scene. “I also knew that I would find you here, today,” the man followed, the realisation of his identity slowly sinking in.

“My greetings to the twelfth prince,” Olivia confirmed your suspicions, a sharp tug to your sleeve reminding you to follow the example of the lady.

“How much we have to catch up on,” Amir spoke easily, as if the revelation of his status meant nothing at all. “We must have surprised you, didn't you?” the prince followed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he gestured for his attendant to come closer.

Nodding you finally dared to speak, eyes turning towards Sanjay who was avoiding yours.

“I didn’t know that I had been graced with the honour of the twelfth prince,” you spoke, eyes returning to the potential heir of the throne. Somewhere in your chest you could feel a hopelessness gathering, the realisation of the status of both your friends pained you in different ways.

“The twelfth prince dislikes having to travel under that title,” Sanjay responded, his voice distance as was his posture. “However, his friendship towards you was meant, do not mistake his kindness,” the male continued, quick to defend his prince, just as was expected from an attendant.

Shaking your head you returned your attention to Sanjay, hoping that he would look up and meet your eyes for once. The two of you were equals, yet the attendant hid away from you, as if afraid to see your judgement.

“I had mistaken the prince and Sanjay to be best friends,” you spoke, your chest clenching as you could feel your voice crack. Willing yourself to be strong you took in a deep breath. The urge to grab Sanjay by his sleeve was quelled by the propriety of the matter.

Moving away Sanjay finally looked up, his eyes firm and distant, though there was an understanding in them, a sad realisation gracing his usually warm smile.

“Of course you didn’t expect me to be an eunuch, [Name],” the male reassured you. “It would be too obvious if everyone knew.”

The direct description of his position startled you, shaking you to the core as you realised the implications the word ‘eunuch’ carried with. Feeling your breath stock you had no idea how to respond.

“It is no lie, however. Sanjay is my best friend and confidant,” Amir filled up the silence, another pleasant smile on his lips. Your discomfort either escaped his attention or went ignored, as the prince seemed to be oblivious to the situation at hand.

Bowing Sanjay lowered his head once more, a rueful smile on his face as his expression balanced between pride as well as awkwardness.

“I have been serving the prince since my youth, and I’m grateful for the life given to me.”

In this a warning was laid, a question to you in which Sanjay asked you not to pity him, for he didn’t pity himself.

It was a dull pain in your chest. One that you barely understood, but had to accept nonetheless.

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Chapter 1: New Blood, Old Flame

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities.

Many Months Earlier…

The greed, the thirst, and the struggle – it was the ultimate, unholy trinity, and the Families lived by it.

They all died by it, too.

Bucky offered condolences he didn’t feel because that was his duty. After all, they’d put a lot of money into the dearly departed. Him, the wife, the house, the Golden Retriever – they hadn’t just looked the part. Their pedigree, educations, and backgrounds had been impeccable, they’d photographed and interviewed so well, and the polling numbers had been more than favorable.

The young senator in the coffin could’ve eventually been President of the United States, but alas, he’d gotten greedy. He’d lost sight of the bigger picture, held out his grasping hand one too many times, and when the Families admonished him and rapped his knuckles, he’d broken the cardinal rule.

He’d threatened to talk and they’d responded accordingly.

After Bucky showed feigned deference to both the corpse and the grieving widow, he planted a small tracking and listening device on her car. The boys in blue and the coroner had ruled the death accidental, but the wife hadn’t been fooled, and though they’d given her more than enough money to keep her mouth shut, she’d been in love with her husband.

Bucky had been in the business long enough to know what loss could do to someone. Anger and righteous indignation always supplanted sadness and self-preservation, and he knew just by the way she behaved at the funeral that she would go to the cops. However, given the high-profile nature of the situation, his gut instinct alone wouldn’t be enough reason for the Families to risk bloodying their hands again so soon.

This would require proof and he had a feeling he was about to get it.

When he got back to his penthouse, Bucky immediately fired up the laptop, and plugged in a pair of headphones. Eyes glued to the screen, he held his breath; lines of text and code appeared, but in the less than a minute, they cleared, and revealed a location. A few moments later, the radio was turned down, a door open and shut, and as he’d predicted, she talked.

“That you, JB?”

Bucky yanked the buds from his ears and slammed the laptop shut. He’d forgotten all about his latest bed warmer, and the sight of the naked man both aroused and annoyed him. Though Bucky didn’t normally double-dip with a one-night stand, violence and anger always got his blood pumping, and who he’d witnessed skulking around at the funeral had made him even hornier.

Steve Rogers had been out of the game for five years, and the last time Bucky had seen him, he’d had a duffel bag of cash slung over his shoulder and two remarkably well-made fake identities in his hand. He’d begged Bucky to leave town with him; promised they could have a normal life; insisted things would be better.

Bucky had responded in what had now become his trademark fashion – he’d been cold, blunt, and cruel. He’d called Steve’s notions of escape a pipe dream and a fairy tale. In their world, a happy ending didn’t mean riding off into the sunset; for them, it meant hopefully surviving long enough to retire, and maybe getting to die with dignity. He’d rejected love because it meant nothing to him – Steve had meant nothing to him – and within seconds of those words being spoken, Steve had taken off.

If someone had asked him if he ever expected to see or hear from Steven Grant Rogers ever again, he would have emphatically said no. Nevertheless, Bucky had seen him, and it stirred up all those pesky emotions he thought he’d buried long ago.

Though Steve should’ve stood out, he hadn’t; he’d always had an uncanny ability to camouflage himself when he wanted to, which meant he’d blended in seamlessly with the other black suits and ties, and managed to go unnoticed right up until the very end.

Their eyes had met through the sea of the griever’s tears and trembling handkerchiefs. A split-second glance was all it had taken for Bucky to understand why Steve had made an appearance. Somehow, he knew the man they’d put to rest, but unlike Bucky, he’d actually been there to pay his respects.

He’d blinked and Steve had disappeared right back into the crowd. It had only been a moment, yet somehow, even after so many years, Bucky had felt it all the way down into his marrow, and he hated both himself and Steve for it.

All Bucky had to do was push back his chair and undo his pants. The man – whose name Bucky didn’t remember or even attempt to recall – immediately went to his knees, pulled his boxers down past his erection, and deep throated him in one go. The eyes that looked up at him were brown, but Bucky pictured them blue, and imagined the locks clenched in his fist were golden blond instead of black.

This was not the mouth he wanted to fuck, but it would do, and as soon Bucky reached the brink, he pulled the man away harshly by his hair. Quick retrieval of a condom and lube from the desk drawer and then, they were both down on their knees. The erection the man sported suggested he appreciated the rough handling, and Bucky barely had to prep him before he all but begged for it.

“Give me your cock, JB,” he pleaded.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Bucky snarled as he pushed his way inside.

It was merciless and the noises the man made were pornographic. If he hadn’t been fisting his own dick and pushing his ass up higher in a silent plea for more, Bucky would have thought he was overselling his pleasure, but it seemed the more brutal Bucky was, the more he enjoyed it.

Eyes screwed up tight and breathing hard, he listened as, “JB! JB, oh, fuck, JB!” was called out again and again. It wasn’t the name he wanted to hear, who he was fucking most certainly wasn’t the man he wanted to make scream and come for him, but when needs must...

The orgasm had been phenomenal, but only because he’d thought of Steve.

Disgusted with himself, Bucky told him to get dressed, and get out. He’d just finished cleaning up when the man appeared again, and though he didn’t say a word, he pointedly placed his card on the desk, and promptly left. As soon as he heard the front door shut, Bucky picked it up; apparently, his name had been David, and he practiced criminal law.

“Go fuckin’ figure,” he muttered as he dropped it into the trash

Laptop reopened and attention refocused, he listened to the playback, and knew what he had to do. An encrypted communication with all evidence included was sent, and within five minutes, the Families responded with approval to move forward. After Bucky assured them all he would take care of the matter personally, he erased the messages, and hit the showers.

Even though he practically vibrated with the need to address the matter immediately, he didn’t. The Families had chosen him to be their leader and that meant occasionally allowing others to play in the sandbox. Bucky would need to extend a hand on this one and he already knew who his choice would be.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Bucky stepped out of the bathroom and into the adjoining walk-in closet. The lights immediately illuminated the space and after he settled on the Armani, he dried off, and prepared to dress. He’d just selected a tie when his phone pinged, and when he glanced at the screen, he grinned.

“Speak of the devil,” he murmured as Natasha’s name popped up.

Her self-motivation was just one of the many reasons why Bucky invited her to bring her shovel and pail, and he didn’t have to wait long before she replied with a time, location, and a demand for sustenance afterward. Since it cost him nothing to cater to Natasha’s bloodlust and whims, he agreed.

With dinner plans now in play, he switched up the wardrobe. Bucky went with black-on-black Dolce and Gabbana; powerful, but understated, and the tie-tac was a small sapphire. Though he preferred to conduct such business at a distance, Natasha liked to get up close and personal, which meant he needed to bring his best cutlery. Unsure of whether or not he’d want to go on the prowl afterward, he pocketed a few condoms as well, because it was always better to be safe than sorry.

A little over an hour later, he rolled to a stop under the awning at the Four Seasons just in time for Natasha to step out onto the sidewalk. A valet opened the door for her and once she was settled, they were on their way.

“I saw him,” she confessed quietly. “And if I saw him, that means you saw him, too.”

Bucky sighed and signaled to change lanes, “I haven’t decided what to do about it yet.”

“If you plan to resolve the problem, don’t do it yourself,” Natasha insisted. “Let me take care of it.”

It hadn’t been anything she hadn’t offered to do for him dozens of times before, yet, this time, her words made him swallow hard. The last time he’d ordered someone to be put down, he hadn’t felt a damn thing, but as Bucky merged off the highway, he couldn’t help but think it would be wrong for Natasha to be the one to do it. If that’s what it came down to, it would need to be him, because Steve wasn’t a man who could be caught unaware and wouldn’t let anyone else get close enough…

“So, the wife, too, huh?” Natasha muttered.

“You always said she was cagey,” Bucky remarked with a slight shrug.

“But we had plans for them. I didn’t want to be right.”

He pulled into the driveway, parked, and killed the engine. His car and their faces were familiar, which meant they didn’t have to be discreet in their arrival, just in the execution and exit. He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket, retrieved the knife, and placed it into Natasha’s waiting palm.

“Oh, you brought my favorite one? You really shouldn’t have.”

Bucky winked at her, “I know.”

Natasha hummed, slid the blade from the sheath, and opened the door, “Michael’s for dinner.”

“I’ll get us a table.”

The reservation had only taken a few minutes, and apparently, so had Natasha, because she returned almost as quickly as she’d left, but did not look at all satisfied.

“She’s in the wind,” she spat. “Closet empty, cash gone. She left in a hurry and made sure to leave her cell and everything else we could’ve used to track her behind.”

Bucky slammed his fist on the steering wheel, “Fuck!”

“It gets worse.”

“How?” he snarled. “How could it possibly get worse?”

Natasha handed him the wife’s cell, which had been left unlocked, with a video ready to be played. The first couple of seconds were silent, and then, Steve’s face came into view.

“Tomorrow. Prospect Park. Three PM. Come alone.”

The or else was implied. Chapter 2: Nothing Personal

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An Unusual Christmas | bucky barnes

Day 1 of Christmas Week

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: You plan on flying home for Christmas but when the flight gets cancelled, you need to seek shelter at the one Avenger you can’t stand

words: 2,8 k (i got carried away again I think this is my normal one-shot word count but oh well)

A/N: Welcome to Christmas Week! A few weeks ago, I made a poll on here for a Christmas Week I had planned! So here it is, the first one-shot all about Christmas and there are six more coming in the next six days! Even if you are not celebrating Christmas, I hope you like this!! And as always, feedback is appreciated!

„You’ve got to be kidding me,“ you muttered under your breath while you stared at the display board in front of you, showing that your flight had been cancelled due to a Snow Storm at your Destination.

It was Christmas Eve and you had planned to fly home to your family in Canada to celebrate Christmas together, but now you were stuck in New York City. Your parents had told you to come a few days earlier because the weather forecast had announced the Storm, but you had been to busy with work at the Stark Tower.

You were one of Tonys’ technical assistants and even though you loved what you were doing, you had a lot to do. You barely spend any time in your room at the compound that Tony had provided you because an apartment in New York City was just too expensive for you.

But now you wished that you could just go back to a cosy apartment where you would spend the night eating take-out and watch some Christmas movies. But the only place to go was the empty Compound because just like you, everyone left to celebrate with their families and friends. You didn’t want to go back to your workplace on this festive day. Your room had only a few personal belongings and you just couldn’t stay there tonight.

And then you remembered that there was someone in the city, in his own apartment. And of all people, it was the only one you didn’t like at all. The one that always teased you when you walked by on your way to the lab. And that was the famous Winter Soldier, better known as Bucky Barnes.

When you started working with Tony, Bucky was new to the Avengers and it was hard for him to adjust. And you sympathised with him and helped him out through the first few weeks. Bucky had been shy and appreciated all you did for him, like showing him the newest music and all the new technology. But from one day to another, he changed completely.

He turned into this cocky man that bragged about how many girl he had last week, trying to impress everyone. The nice and soft Bucky had disappeared and left someone behind you didn’t know. And after that, you just ignored him and his cheeky words whenever he saw you.

But Bucky was the only one that had an apartment outside of the Avengers compound. He rented it when he was still struggling because when he needed some time to cool off, he could just disappear for a while. You knew that he still had the apartment and that he was staying there over Christmas because his whole family was dead. And now he was your only chance of having a normal Christmas.

You left the airport with a frown and called a cab, ordering it to drive you to Brooklyn. On the way, you texted your parents that you couldn’t come tonight but would try it again in the next few days. But you knew that the airport would stay closed for a few days, banishing you to stay in New York.

You couldn’t believe what you were about to do. You hated Bucky and he knew that - but still here you were, on the way to spend Christmas with the cocky Super Soldier. You hoped that he would keep the teasing to a minimum. Or at least let you stay at his place.

You were scared that he would just close the door on you and just leave you out in the cold, all on your own. You knew that you hadn’t been nice to him for the last few months but you hoped that for this one night, he would let it go. Christmas was the celebration of love, right?

The cab finally stopped in front of an old apartment complex. You thanked the driver and got out, staring up the building. It was old but still looked beautiful. You had no idea that Bucky had such a good taste. You walked up the three steps to the entrance and searched for the name ‚Barnes“ on the many bells. Finally, you found it and pressed it, nervousness flowing through your body. You told yourself that it was just the cold and not that you had to face the person that you avoided every time you encountered.

„Hello?“ His voice rang through the small speaker and your breath hitched, overwhelmed with the situation. „H - hi Bucky, it’s Y/N.“ There was silence for a few seconds until the door buzzed to let you in. He didn’t ask any questions and you were even more scared when you walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Bucky already stood in the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his muscles bulging. He was wearing sweats and his hair looked like a mess. You had to admit that he liked really cute and cuddly, but you had to remind yourself that the two of you were definitely not the bests of friends.

He smirked at you and opened his eyes but when he saw your sad expression and your hunched shoulders, something changed in him. He started to feel protective and slowly walked towards you with worry in his eyes.

„Hey, are you okay?“ he mumbled and moved his arm to caress your arm, but held back in the last second. You nodded but started shaking your head in the progress. You had been so happy to finally see your family and celebrate with them, being surrounded by your loved ones. But this stupid Storm had taken it from you.

„Come on, let’s go inside.“ Bucky took your suitcase from your hand and lead you into his apartment. It was not big but it didn’t look like you had expected. It was cosy and warm, a lot of pictures hanging on the walls from all the Avengers, laughing into the camera after another successful mission. A smile crept onto your face and you wandered through the two-room apartment, loving it already.

You understood why Bucky had rented this place, it was so personal and private and a place where he could just be himself, far away from work. You wished you could have that too.

„Do you wanna tell me why you came here on Christmas Eve? I thought you wanted to fly home.“ Buckys’ voice was soft and you turned around to see him walk towards you. It had been a long time since you had really looked at him because you had always avoided eye contact. His beard was trimmed but his hair had gotten longer, now reaching his shoulders.

He was so beautiful and it took you a long time to admit that. You had liked the nice Bucky that smiled at you shyly, but not the one that sent you a wink and talked about the girl he hooked up last night. It broke your heart when he turned into this emotionless man so you tried to mind your own business, trying not to get lost in him.

„T - the flight was cancelled. There’s a huge Snow Storm at my hometown so I’m stuck here. And I didn’t want to go to the empty compound.“Your words were quiet and you stared at the ground, feeling out of place.

Bucky frowned, knowing how much it meant to you to go back home. He saw you working every day until the last one was gone and he had overheard you talking to Wanda about finally going home for Christmas. At that moment, he wanted to go over to you and ask you about your family, but he knew that the friendship between the two of you had broken down at one point.

And since then, you had stayed away from him even though he tried to talk to you just like you used to. And now here you were, a year after the two of you had talked like normal human beings. In his personal space, the apartment that was his safe place. Normally it felt like an invasion when Steve or Sam came over but with you, it felt a little bit more like home.

„I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t celebrate Christmas that much but I made some roast dinner that’s enough for two. Please be my guest.“ Bucky smiled, letting you know that you were welcome here. That the tension between you was still there, but it was getting smaller.

„Thank you,“ you whispered and finally slipped out of your coat, accepting that you were stuck here for maybe the next two days.

It was already getting dark outside so Bucky slipped into the kitchen, telling you that you could look around or just relax on the sofa. It felt weird to be here but you enjoyed the place way too much to leave. It felt like the Bucky you had seen for the past few months was completely gone and back was your Bucky.

You sat down on the couch and looked around the room again while Bucky was working in the kitchen. After a few minutes, a delicious smell reached your nose and your mouth watered at the thought that you would get something delicious in your stomach soon.

Bucky appeared from the kitchen with a smile, seeing you on the couch, looking comfortable in his home. „Dinner’s almost ready, could you please set the table?“ You nodded, happy to help him with something instead of sitting there like a bystander.

You followed him into the kitchen where there were ingredients literally everywhere. The oven was on and you assumed that the delicious smell was coming from there. Bucky showed you where he kept his cutlery and the plates and you found out that Bucky loved to be organised in his own household. Everything was at a certain place and you smiled when he gave you the Christmas napkins with little reindeers on them.

Who would’ve thought that the Winter Soldier was such a softie for Christmas?

Dinner was ready after a few minutes and you sat down at the small table while Bucky brought the food. It looked absolutely delicious and when you took the first bite, it tasted even better.

„Where did you learn to be such a good cook? It’s really good, Buck.“

Buckys’ breath hitched when you called him that name, the one syllable you called him when you had still been friends. It felt so good to be back with you in a room, without the tension. „Steve taught me a lot in the last few months. But you’re actually the first one to taste it other than myself.“ He blushed at his own words, begging that you liked it. He was such a sap, but he wanted to make you happy, and if the food made you happy, oh well.

„Well, I’m impressed. I think I’m gonna come over to yours now every day.“ You realised what you had said that only a few seconds later, remembering that you didn’t even talk.

Bucky just smiled and blushed a bit. When you were both done with eating, you started cleaning up in an uncomfortable silence. It felt like there was an elephant in the room you so desperately wanted to talk about, but you didn’t know how. You felt horrible for ignoring him for such a long time, even though you had a reason. But still, you felt horrible, wanting to make this right.

„Bucky?“ The Super Soldier turned away from the Sink to look at you. His heart skipped a beat at your form but he just smiled, signalling that he was listening.

„I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you for such a long time.“ Your voice dripped from regret and you averted your eyes to the floor, not able to look into Buckys’ eyes. Bucky raised an eyebrow and stepped towards you, urging you to look up.

„It’s fine, doll. I bet that you had a good reason.“ Bucky smiled even though it had hurt him that you just stopped talking to him like he didn’t exist.

„It’s just - you were always so nice to me but from one day to another, it felt like you completely changed. You bragged about girls and talked to me in that flirty way, it felt like the real Buck was gone. And I was really hurt,“ you murmured and Buckys’ eyes widened, finally understanding why he had lost the one friend that meant everything to him.

„Sam got me to do it,“ Bucky spoke up, a blush rising on his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow, confused about what he was getting at. Bucky cleared his throat, trying to gather his throat and finally confess those feelings to you he had bottled up for so long.

„I - I kind of liked you back then. I told Sam and he said that I should play hard to get and flirt with you, even though I’m terrible at that. And all those girls I talked about? There were none. I’m not a ladies’ man,“ he muttered, feeling like a weight had lifted from his heart. When he looked at you, you had a smirk on your lips even though you still tried to process what he had just told you.

„You’re a Grandpa, Barnes.“ Bucky pouted causing you to giggle and Bucky felt like he had never heard a sweeter sound in his long life. „Wait, so you’re not mad at me?“

Bucky tried to not think about the fact that you had ignored his confessions of feelings to you and concentrated on your face. You shook your head and tried to ignore the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. He likes you he likes you he likes you!!

„I understand Buck, it’s fine. It’s Christmas and as long as you cook for me every day, we’re even.“ That caused Bucky to laugh and in one swift movement he picked you up and started to spin you around, laughing along with you.

After a few seconds, he put you down and you were so close that you could feel his breath on your face. His blue eyes were fixated on yours, waiting for you to make a move.

„D-did you get over your crush?“ you whispered and caught the Winter Soldier completely off guard. You bit your lip, nervous and waiting for him to tell you the things you wanted to hear.

Bucky slowly shook his head. „It’s pretty hard when a certain girl is always around.“ You smiled at him and your heart warmed, completely forgetting that you didn’t even talk before this day. „Hm, so would you like to hear that that certain girl likes this guy back?“ You had always had a soft spot for the Soldier, but you had never admitted that, not even to yourself. Even though you thought about him every day.

Bucky could only grin at you and slowly moved closer to press his lips on yours. You moaned at the contact and he slowly flicked his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You opened your mouth immediately and his tongue slipped in, a whine coming from his mouth.

The kiss was passionate but still a little bit shy, the two of you testing the boundaries. When the oxygen started to run low, you pulled back and nudged your nose with his, getting Bucky to look up. The two of you grinned like idiots. This night had gone in a completely different direction and you were definitely not complaining.

„You wanna watch a Christmas Movie?“ Bucky murmured and pressed a light kiss on your nose. You just nodded and he softly grabbed your hand to pull you to the couch.

For the rest of the night, you laid on the sofa, entangled in each other and shared a few small kisses. You felt so happy and didn’t regret coming over to Buckys’.

„I’m actually happy that the plane got cancelled.“ you murmured during the third Christmas movie. Bucky chewed his popcorn and looked at you with a glint in his eyes. „What do you mean?“ You smiled and pressed a light kiss on his jaw, causing him to shudder. „Cause I’ve got to spend this Christmas with you. And its the closest to home I could go.“ Bucky pressed his lips to yours softly, showing you how much your words meant to him.

„Well doll, I hope you spend a lot of Christmas Eves here with me.“

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Here we have it folks, the very last chapter of what began as a simple Secret Santa gift for @sealkay. Thanks to everyone who left such wonderful comments all the way through!

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Chapter: 18/18 Word count: 2844 Summary: When Tobirama is exiled from the Senju clan without warning, without even the chance to plead his case, it feels like his life is over. What does he have to live for now without his older brother to believe in him? Captured by the Uchiha in his moment of weakness, Tobirama slowly learns to live again with the last people on earth he would have ever expected to care for - or to fall in love with.

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Chapter 18

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head. You look stupid with your hair sticking up like that.”

Tobirama frowned through the lingering haze of sleep. He knew that voice. That was the beloved voice of an annoying asshole. Cracking one eye open, he tilted his head down to glare at the face grinning up at him from below. Madara snickered and Tobirama noted that he looked much too awake for – well, for whatever time of the morning it was. Odd for a man who usually stayed in bed until he was physically dragged out of it.

“How do you always have worse bedhead than me?” Madara asked. “You hardly have any hair to mess up.” He lay his head down to muffle a few quiet chuckles against the chest he’d been using as a pillow and the sound was so joyful that Tobirama found he just couldn’t stay mad when he got to wake up to such sweet things as a happy Madara. Not that he would ever say so while the man was still laughing in his face.

“Rude,” he grumbled with a pout. “At least I don’t have an entire rat’s nest on top of my head twenty-four-seven. Get off me so I can get up, you octopus.” Instead of contrition, Madara’s face took on a suggestive look.

“Why get up? I’m sure I can think of something that might entice you to stay in bed a little longer.” With a raunchy leer he shifted until he had one leg thrown over Tobirama’s hips to perch above his lap, eyebrows waggling in way that was probably meant to be sexy but really only made Tobirama bite his lip to hide a rush of amusement at such a ridiculous expression.

He did find himself interested in what the man was offering, though.

Running his hands up the outside of the thighs straddling his own, he hummed with rising interest and tilted his head like he was giving the matter deep thought. “You know what? Keep talking. You’ve caught my attention.”

Madara gave a low, dark chuckle and bent down to kiss him. Their lips had only just touched and Tobirama’s fingers ventured further inward to cup two handfuls of firm buttocks when the bedroom door slammed open without warning, Izuna strolling in unannounced.

“The hanky-panky can stop!” he cried. “I made breakfast so now you have to eat it!”

“Get out!” Madara snarled. The pillow he snatched up and threw was easily blocked and thrown back at him without mercy.

“Nope! Breakfast! No sexy times while I’m still home; that’s just gross to think about.” Izuna grinned, not even having the decency to wither under the combined weight of their annoyed glares. Tobirama cleared his throat to catch the other’s attention. After a year of living together he would be supremely unimpressed with himself if he didn’t have a perfect comeback for that.

“What makes you assume we haven’t already done those things while you were still home?” he asked innocently.

Izuna’s disgusted screeching was almost worth the interruption. Madara, at least, was laughing so hard he almost couldn’t stand to make it back to his own room so he could grab some clean clothes for the day. After Tobirama had wrestled Izuna out in to the hall as well and slammed the door shut for a bit of privacy, he started getting changed himself. It was little surprise to be interrupted yet again before he’d done more than pull on a clean pair of pants but at least this time it was only Madara letting himself back in to the room.

His partner was wearing a sheepish look that quickly turned to hunger at the sight of so much exposed skin. Tobirama smirked and simply let him look. Regular exercise had replaced all the muscle he’d once let melt away in his hour of weakness and it was always nice to have such accomplishments admired. He was still preening when Madara cleared his throat and came forward to tug the shirt he was holding out of his hands and set it aside, his ears pink and his expression oddly nervous.

“I have something for you,” he said. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I wanted to get them all done at the same time but I didn’t want to presume…”

“What is it?” Tobirama blinked in surprise when Madara revealed something from behind his back. It just looked like a lump of material until it was unfolded to become a short tunic in his favorite shade of blue. Then Madara turned it around to reveal the Uchiha crest carefully stitched on the back just like every piece of clothing a proper member of the clan wore every day. Tobirama’s fingers trembled as he reached out to accept the shirt being handed to him. Once his hands were free Madara rubbed his palms together awkwardly, not looking away from his unexpected offering.

“Don’t just wear it because you think you have to, okay? You know you can stay here even if you never decide to officially adopt in to the clan. O-or marry in or whatever. I just wanted you to know that the offer is there and I already have the approval of the rest of them – we had a clan meeting while you were away on a mission–”

“Madara,” Tobirama cut him off shakily. “I don’t want to misunderstand what you’re saying. Are you asking me to wear your colors or…?”

Shaking his head, Madara straightened his back and visibly braced himself to speak. “Whether you choose to take the Senju name again or not, there will always be a place for you here. As of this moment you bear no clan name and, maybe it’s selfish of me, maybe a little territorial, but I would like to gift you mine to carry. Whatever your answer, as clan Head I hereby grant you the right to wear our crest to show the world that we consider you one of our own – uh, if you want, that is.”

Finding it suddenly very difficult to breathe, Tobirama clenched his fingers tightly in the material of the shirt and blinked his eyes rapidly to clear away the strange mist in his vision. What Madara was offering him was more than just a home. He didn’t have the words to describe just what he was being offered but what touched him the most was being given the choice and being assured that Madara would not resent him for whatever path he decided to take.

It took a few tries to clear his throat before he realized it wouldn’t work, he was simply too overwhelmed at the moment. Shyly, embarrassed to show such blatant emotions even if this was by its very nature an emotional moment, Tobirama shifted closer and drew Madara in to his arms. The two of them stood in a silent embrace for a long time while they both waited for themselves to calm down. Tobirama clung to his partner with one hand and let the other rub the material of this most precious gift between his fingers, feeling the soft cotton like a gentle kiss against his sensitive skin. He wondered how long Madara had been planning this for.

“Are you two coming to eat this damn food or not!?” Izuna hollered from the kitchen. The indignation in his voice had Tobirama pulling away with a snort, smiling when he noticed Madara trying to wipe his eyes discreetly.

“We’re coming, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he called back. Then he ignored Izuna’s retort in favor of dipping his head to press a messy kiss against Madara’s lips. “Hold this for me, will you?”

He handed the shirt back to Madara to hold so he could slip his arms in to it, humming pleasantly over how nicely it fit. It was obvious that this had been tailored specifically for him; if the cut of it and the lack of traditional high collar wasn’t enough of a clue, he didn’t know any Uchiha who wore such bright colors. Most of them preferred their clothing in black or deep shades of purple.

“Does that mean…?” Madara eyed him as he tied the shirt in place and Tobirama flushed, standing still so that could be admired in his new clothing.

“You mentioned you wanted to have my entire wardrobe updated. I would honored.”

“But are you just carrying the crest or…”

“Uchiha Tobirama does have a certain amount of appeal,” he murmured. “If you think it would suit me then I will do my best to uphold the honor of the Uchiha name.”

Madara pressed his lips together, nodded, and lunged forward to drag Tobirama in to him again.

From the kitchen they could hear Izuna yelling, “Fine! Watch me eat all these damn eggs myself! You guys don’t get any now! I slave and slave over a hot stove and what do I get? Ignored!”

“Should we go tell him the news?” Tobirama murmured, glad for something to focus on other than his thundering heart.

“Maybe he’ll change his mind about the eggs,” Madara said, holding in a hysterical giggle.

Tobirama bit his lip and distracted himself with making sure his shirt was settled perfectly, smoothing out a few imaginary wrinkles. He knew that as soon as he had an entire closet full of things with his new clan symbol on them he would feel comfortable being less careful with them but for now this shirt was his most prized possession.

As it turned out, Izuna did indeed lift his ban on eggs in celebration of a new member joining the Uchiha clan. The three of them ate their breakfast with smiles on their faces and then afterwards they headed out together towards the village center where the polls were to be held to vote for the very first Hokage of Konohagakure. Whoever led their village needed to be strong, intelligent, and a good leader, caring for his people yet willing to make the tough decisions. There were only two names on the ballots though and from what Tobirama heard from others the race was pretty much over before it had even begun. Most people seemed to be under the misguided impression that the village existed thanks to Hashirama alone. Considering that, it was no wonder most favored him and his big dreams to lead them all towards a new future.

That didn’t stop Madara from coming out and enjoying the excitement of the day anyway. He didn’t particularly want the job, although he did think he would have been good at it. If popular vote went to Hashirama as seemed likely then he would still have everything he had ever dreamed of having in his life. Tobirama was sort of proud of him for being so self-assured.

Walking through the village in daylight was interesting and more than just because it finally gave Tobirama a chance to properly see all the places outside their compound he hadn’t yet seen in daylight. Someone with an active gossip chain must have spotted him the night before because none of the people stopping to gape at him as he walked by looked truly surprised. All of them had the same look of someone confirming a rumor they hadn’t fully believed until the proof dared to stroll by with his head held proudly and a carefree lightness in his every step. By the time they reached the village square the crowds were all but parting before them as people stepped aside for Tobirama and broke out in to whispers in his wake.

Hashirama met them with a brilliant smile and dozens of curious Senju at his back. An uproar nearly broke out when the first of them spotted the Uchiha fan so prominently displayed between Tobirama’s shoulder blades but Hashirama only gave the crest a long, sober look, closing his eyes and nodding once.

“I understand,” he murmured.

“The decision was not made to reject what I once had,” Tobirama leaned in to assure him quietly, “but to celebrate and honor all that I have been freely given since.”

“No, I mean it. I understand. What I said last night, I meant that with all my heart. I’m just happy that you’re happy now.” Hashirama reached out to take hold of his hand for a brief squeeze and they shared a smile knowing that every eye in the village was watching them. Then they let go and Tobirama stepped back in to the circle of Madara’s arms. Just this once he would allow such an ostentatious display of public affection as cuddling, marking his territory without having to say a word.

He took note of Touka’s expression as she slipped up beside them, lips pinched tightly and dark eyes unhappy as she took in the way they were wrapped around each other, but Tobirama was pleased when she did little more than settle herself close enough to his side that their arms brushed together and caught his eye for a long wordless stare. In a clan of people who had very little problems expressing themselves, he and Touka had always been outliers. She was probably worse than him when it came emotions but they had always understood each other even when no one else did. By the time she took a deep breath and struck up a deliberately casual conversation about something random they had already held an entire silent conversation and Tobirama knew the two of them were going to fall back in to old habits just fine.

As soon as the crowds around them settled down in to gossiping amongst themselves Hashirama and the other clan heads announced the official opening of the polls. Several booths had been set up for each villager to go in and fill out their ballot anonymously without fear of being judged for their decision, Madara and Hashirama standing together to one side in abstention.

Tobirama waited in line with Izuna and Touka, occasionally wrangling an enthusiastic Kagami when his protégé-slash-neighbor got a bit too enthusiastic for his mother to handle. It felt odd being allowed to cast a vote when he hadn’t even been an official member of the Konoha until this morning and it felt even stranger, when it was his turn in the booth, realizing he had to choose between his no-longer-estranged brother and his captor-turned-boyfriend. Knowing who was inside, he could hear several members of his new clan shooing people away outside when they murmured about him taking too long. In the end he slid his ballot in to the box without checking a name. Just the idea of making an impartial decision had always been difficult; in his current circumstances it seemed impossible.

When he told Hashirama what he had done he was surprised to receive a beaming smile in return.

“Excellent! Then you’re completely neutral and you can be the one that counts the ballots! It’s kind of poetic in a way, don’t you think?” His smile softened and Tobirama rolled his eyes but he could see where the man was coming from.

He wasn’t the only one counting ballots, of course. The polls were opened in the early morning but it took well in to evening for all the votes to be cast and tallied by a group of volunteers who had also abstained from voting. Each of them brought their numbers to Tobirama who added them all together and then stepped up on to the raised wooden dais where Hashirama and Madara were waiting, idly passing the time with friendly chatter.

Unsurprisingly, the crowds fell silent at seeing him step up between the two men with a small card folded between his hands and no discernable expression on his face. He felt as if the world was watching him as he looked from Madara to Hashirama and back again and then down at the card in his hands to allow himself the tiniest of smiles.

Then he lifted the red and white hat that had been prepared as a badge of office and laid it gently atop Madara’s head.

“Congratulations, Hokage-sama,” he announced in a clear voice.

As the village erupted and even Hashirama broke out in to wild cheering, Tobirama held his stunned partner’s eyes just long enough to appreciate how ridiculous he looked with such a shocked expression. Then he tossed his head back and laughed long and hard and joyful, free and happy.

When he had been asked to leave the Senju clan it had felt like his life was over, a dark emptiness that could never be filled. He had thought it was the end of his journey. Now he stood between his two most precious people with the future stretching out before them filled with so many possibilities for everyone, for the village, for everything he held dear. This wasn’t at all where he had thought his life would take him – but he was happy that he stuck around to enjoy the ride.

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arazialotis · 5 years

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Two Twin Arrows

This was written for the wonderful and fabulous @atc74 Fierce Females in Fanfiction Challenge as a celebration for her amazing achievement of reaching 3000 followers!! Thanks babe for hosting this fun challenge!

Prompt: I am Strong Because I had to be. I will take back what is mine and give nothing in return.

Word Count: Around 2600

Summary: When your twin brother goes missing, you will do everything in your power to track him down and bring him home.

Warnings: Language

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Your little brother was perhaps the single most important piece of your life; he meant everything to you. Of course, you were technically twins, but being born nine days earlier gave you an advantageous head start. You even helped your mother through his birth. And when you held him, so small and vulnerable in your arms, his laugh as bright as the sun, you vowed on that day to do everything in your power to protect him; always.

Yet when you swore that promise, you had yet to realize the gravity behind it. It was soon after that it dawned on you that you and Apollo were destined to be exact opposites. He the sun, you the moon; you chaste and pure and he… Well, to say promiscuous would be putting it lightly. You were cunning and thoughtful and he was impulsive and impetuous, proning him to all types of trouble you’d bail him from. So when he went missing, and he often did, it didn’t surprise you.

Two weeks was fine, but at three weeks you started to worry. And as the weeks turned into months you knew you had to go looking for him. The last time he went missing was for a month and a half in the roaring twenties. You tracked him down to New York City and discovered him in the middle of a bender so infamous, Dionysus himself was envious. Had mortals shown an ounce of respect for gods these days, Apollo would have at least one or two more stories to add to his repertoire.

After that, the two of you stayed in the New World, occasionally travelling here or there, for family engagements. As much as possible, you kept a low profile, and tried to convince your brother to as well. It worked, for the most part.

This time after he went missing, naturally, you started with the party towns and after hearing about a ‘miracle’ in Las Vegas where the sun didn’t set for three days time, you knew you had found the place to start. Knowing Apollo had a flair for extravagance, you started at the top, working your way down. But even the Bentel & Bentel penthouse suite at the Cosmopolitan Hotel was a but flashy, even for him.

The signs of his inhabitants were all to clear, but he had not returned even after several days. You started pursuing club surveillance, finally pinning him to the Emerald Gentlemen's Club. It was his last known whereabouts and the last place he was seen. All other traces of him had vanished. It was as if he didn’t want to be found. But on the video surveillance, two days later popped up another face. One you were all to familiar with. One Apollo had several run ins with that often lead to trouble. The trickster.

You hunted him down to the desolate wasteland of North Dakota, hiding like a fox in a hole. His private resort was carved into the side of a mountain, easily overlooked by the untrained eye. But Loki’s desire for luxury undid him. It glowed as obvious as a candle in the night, calling you in.

You lurked in the shadows for days. Watching, waiting, but Apollo never showed. You finally revealed yourself once you had enough of the cheating rat’s trickery. He was in the middle of a poker game, porn stars in barely nothing dancing around polls opposite of him. Three other men, all gruff placed bets. He lifted his his face, when you saw it. His two cards were four, all aces.

Your restraint could no longer be contained. You lifted your bow, sliding an arrow into place and without hesitation let it release. It tore right through the cards, pinning them to the table. The three gentlemen looked down at the table seeing the four cards displayed. They eyed Loki dangerously.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Fellas, those aren’t mine.” One man threw his hand down on the table, before rolling up his sleeves. But Loki paused the scene before it continued. “And neither is this.” He pried the arrow from the table, the illusion faded as he further examined it. The people, the cards, the drinks, all vanished leaving only you, him, and the furnishings. “Come out Katniss.” He goaded.

You bravely stepped out of the shadows.

“My… Athena… Haven’t you changed with the times.” He looked you up and down; your black skinny jeans tucked into dark boots., studded leather jacket over a silk red top, and your hair hanging down in curls.

“It’s Artemis, you pig.” You held you bow close.

“Ah yes.” He recalled. “All of you are so hard to keep straight. Don’t even get me started with the whole Roman thing…” He walked over to a wooden bar pouring himself a drink. “So what can I do ya for? I make a mean Sex on the Beach.” He offered before taking a sip.

You ignored the proposal. “I’m here for information. It’d be wise you answer truthfully in interest of your well being.” You paused and for a moment your curiosity got the better of you. “Is it true what they say about you?”

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “And what do they say about me? That I can last nights on end, that I have the endurance of a panther, that Aphrodite got half her stories from me, that Zeus wishes he had a pair like…” You squinted at him. “You dare tempt me?”

He chuckled. “Oh god no. I was just hoping that cute brother of yours was going to pop out of a shadow in a jealous rage. But it looks like I’m out of luck.”

Your hope dropped. “You’ve not seen Apollo?” Loki sighed. “Listen, I like to get wrapped up in a Greek tragedy at least once every century as much as the next guy, but when you guys start dropping in for holidays, come on, it starts to cramp my style.” You tucked your bow back into it’s satchel and turned to leave. But he grabbed your shoulder before you could. “Arty…” He cood. “What’s happened?”

You shook your head. “I’m sure nothing. You know how he is.”

“Let me suggest two things.” He held up a finger. “First, get a beeper for that kid. Second.” He pulled a card out of thin air. “Maybe it’s time to call in a favor from your patron saints…” You took the card. Eyeing it with suspicion. It was an FBI business card, with the name Agent Robert Plant and a phone number. Obviously a fake. Obviously a hunter. You looked back to Loki. “Thanks, but I got this.” You turned to leave again. “By the way. It looks like you might be molting… Gabriel.”

And with that he was left in the room alone. He looked down to his feet where a few golden feathers had collected. “Dammit!” He cursed.

***

Outside a small town in Iowa, you stayed in a rundown motel off of a dying highway route. In its glory days, southern tourists bound for Mt. Rushmore must have filled it to the brim. But now, in it’s secludedness and stillness, it was the perfect place to reconvene and focus. You twirled the business card back and forth between your fingers; considering it. If these hunters had any idea who you were or half the things you’ve done, they wouldn’t hesitating putting a stake through your chest. And Apollo… well, if they caught wind of him, there’s no telling what would happen.

You had arrogance, yes, but not the arrogance of other gods that would dismiss hunters as any other ape. You had to be smart, cunning, to treat them with respect, or your fate could easily end up as any other monster on their hit list.

Finally, you worked through your hesitation and dialed the number, faking the best damsel in distress act as you could. You simply needed to keep him on the line long enough to triangulate his position, then you could go to him, gauging his usefulness, if he proved otherwise, you could easily slip away with your presence going entirely unnoticed.

“Hello.” A strong, deep voice answered.

“Uh… hello, um Agent Plant?” You stuttered, voice a few octaves higher than usual.

“Yes?” His confusion quickly grew.

“I um, I got your number from a friend, Sally Hanson, I’m not sure if you remember, she says you helped her a few years back on a case…” You fabricated, but intently kept an eye on your laptop as the tracking software was running.

There was a pause as he tried to recall. “Oh, right, of course… Sally.” Even though there was confidence in his voice, you could tell it was complete bullshit. “Well, what seems to be troubling you.”

You sighed. “You see… it’s my brother, he’s been missing near two weeks. I haven’t been able to contact him.”

“Have you filed a missing persons report?” He asked, trying to fish out details of the case.

“Of course, but the local police haven’t been too helpful… Unfortunately, my brother has a bit of a reputation around here.” Actually the story came easier than you thought.

“And uh, what makes you think he simply hasn’t started fresh somewhere else?”

“Well, that does seem like him, but we’ve always been so close. He would never leave and not tell me.” You explained, heart hurting more and more as you began to diverge the truth.

“Well…” He chewed on it. “I’m not sure it’s exactly my type of case, I got a few things lined up, but if I have any openings….”

Shit. You needed a few more minutes. “I’m just so worried about him.” You interrupted. “There’s been other missing people too. With the police not helping I’ve tried to do my own investigation you know. And I started at this old hangout of his. And it’s just like creepy you know. I know I must be imagining things but there is just this chill that comes over you as...:” Bingo. You pinned him nearby Lebanon, Kansas.

He assumed you had stopped unable to continue from sadness or fear. “Okay sweetheart, just calm down. I’ll run the details by my partner and we’ll try to be out in a couple days. Where are you at anyways.”

“Oh…” You chuckled. “This is so embarrassing. He’s uh calling me right now. I’ll give you a call back if we need anything.” And you abruptly hung up, quickly switching off your phone so he couldn’t track you.

After taking a minute to breathe, you shook of any remainder of the act, for a damsel in distress you were surely not. You pack your things and checked out of the motel, heading for Lebanon.

***

Lebanon. It was a extremely small town. To say it was a one-horse town would be a vast understatement. But that made your hunt all the more easy. You set up shop at the only food market in town and waited.

It was two days before he showed up. His car stood out like a sore thumb. It was old enough to be handed down through the generations, taken well care of, countless of miles put on it, and modifications to the trunk. You expected a hunter, but the man not who stepped out of the car.

Your heart dropped. Instantly recognizing him from the security footage you reviewed time and time again in Vegas. But the fear was instantly replaced by boiling anger. Apollo wasn’t dead, yet. You could feel it. He couldn’t be. And not from the hands of this hunter. As he lazily strenched, you jolted from your car catching him by surprise. You grabbed his wrist, using the force to push him up against the car. He struggled a bit but you had him pinned.

“Where is he?!” You demanded.

Dean pondered trying to catch up. “Listen, sweetheart..” He started.

You cut him off, shoving him hard against the car. “Call me that one more time.” You warmed. “Where is my brother?”

“Why don’t you just calm down and we can find him together.” Dean attempted to de-escalate your anger.

“I’m not taking your bullshit hunter.” You spat. “You were there. In Las Vegas. When he disappeared.” Tears threatened to spill over.

It took him a second, but then it clicked. “I might know where he is. How about all three of us meet up tonight…” He stopped when he felt his hands being tied together. “You will take me to him now.”

You took the keys from his pocket, opened the door and shoved him inside. You slid into the driver’s seat, next to him.

“Oh hell no.” He protested as you started up the car.

Just by briefly looking around it was easy to see the car was occupied usually by three. “Don’t bother trying to notify your partners.” You noticed he already seemed to be looking for a knife to pry out of the ropes. “The more you resist the restraints the tighter they become.” “What are you?” Dean huffed as you pulled out of the parking lot. “Witches, demons.”

You lightly chuckled but did not grant him the satisfaction of an answer.

***

It took a while to find his location, he not being the most helpful or willing subject. But his emotions became easier to read the more time spent with him. The subtle gritting of teeth or sighs of relief each correct or incorrect turn you made, it led you closer to the destination until you finally arrived.

You led Dean through the entrance, dagger at his back to hinder him or his partners from trying anything. The door swung open with a heavy creak leading into the hideout below. To be honest, you were impressed with the space.

“Dean?” Someone called from below. His younger brother. Taller, longer hair, but still a touch of youthfulness that Dean lacked.

“Hiya Sammy.” Dean drearily greeted.

Sam reached for the gun in his back pocket, but your second dagger buzzed threw the air dislodging it before it was even pointed at you.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked through the shock.

“She’s a lot stronger than she looks.” Dean scoffed.

“I’m strong because I had to be.” You explained as Dean felt the dagger press harder against his back. “Born into a world of vengeful and sex crazed gods, I didn’t have any other choice. Now, I will take back what is mine and give nothing in return.”

Sam still had confusion plastered across his face, attempting to work out what Dean already had. Everyone’s attention broke at the sound of a coffee mug shattering against the floor. You turned to the sound, expecting their third partner but instead finding your fool of a brother in a bathrobe.

“Arty?” He sheepishly asked.

“Apollo.” You sighed a breath of relief and released Dean, running towards him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You checked him over.

He rolled his eyes. “Arty you are embarrassing me.”

When all seemed right, you punched him square in the shoulder. “What the hell? You can’t just disappear on me like that.”

“Ow.” He moaned and rubbed the spot on impact. “Can you blame me? They’re cute.” He defended. “I didn’t need you up in my business ruining everything. You’re kinda a cock blocker.”

As you argued back and forth, Dean made his way slowly down the stairs and joined Sam, marvelling in wonderment.

“Turns out we’ve had a god living with us, right under our noses.” Dean commented.

Apollo’s argument sounded over them. “Besides, anytime there was a successful hunt, I burnt offerings of incense to you.”

“Like that matters!” You spat.

“For a whole month….” Sam added to his and Dean’s side conversation. “We must be losing our touch.”

***

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loverholland · 6 years

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where she went.

pairing: peter parker x reader word: 5.5k summary: They kissed and it felt magical, but he knew this wasn’t going to last. The butterflies in his stomach were going to disappear at some point because she would leave him. i am very aware that this is from a different account. loverholland is now dead and this is my new account. welcome.

February 2021

Peter didn’t think he would be in Chicago at the time he was. Posters of her face were plastered everywhere with the big bold words ‘SEE Y/N Y/L/N PERFORM FRIDAY THRU SUNDAY AT THE PALACE THEATRE. BEGINS AT FIVE PM.’ Peter looked at it, mind memorizing the way she looked in the picture. It didn’t look like she went through the traumatic accident that she had, especially at such a young age. Peter didn’t know where she went; all he knew was that she disappeared after finishing high school. She dropped her whole life back home in New York to moved away to pursue a new life in Chicago. She wanted to forget everything that happened. Forget her whole family perishing in front of her forget her out of body experience and forget Peter… She wanted to forget and forgetting meant forgetting him as well.

Peter felt a rush go through him, trying to decide if he should go to the concert or not, cancel the press conference he had scheduled with Tony Stark. Maybe it would be the best so he could see her once again. His hand shook as he looked at the poster, God he must look weird. It was his mind versus his heart. Does he talk about the things that happened to him during the big fight he was in or does he go back and see his high school sweetheart?

Peter touched his phone, finger touch immediately recognizing his fingerprint. It laid in his hands as his thumb pressed through different apps before touching the messaging one. His breath caught in his throat as he began to type. He deleted each once until he said screw it and typed out two simple sentences.

Tony Stark: Won’t make it to the press conference. Sorry.

Sent. Peter sighed and nodded to himself before putting his phone in his jean pocket and shoving his phone into his jacket. He walked down the street, remembering the time as he walked to his hotel room.

Peter thought about messaging her, asking her how she had been, but if she wanted to talk to him, she would’ve. He knows she would have, and by her not doing so, meant she didn’t want to talk to him. Peter wondered where she went in life, how she warmed up to college and how she had coped. Physical therapy was hell for her and he knew that, just by looking at her around school. She didn’t ever tell him that, but the way her face would scrunch up in pain every so often showed how much pain she was actually in.

After the accident, they ended things. She insisted that she just needed space to mourn and having people huddled around her, babying her, wasn’t going to work for her. He agreed and they promised to stay friends. They did, for a while. She began pushing more people away as things began to get tougher, she was seen less at school or in the music room, and she wasn’t participating in class like she normally did. Even though she wasn’t seen, she still graduated with a 4.15 GPA and was still valedictorian. She gave a speech and played a song, got her diploma and took some pictures before leaving. That was the last time he saw her, or anyone at school saw her.

Peter spent his time waiting to leave. He messed with his suit, watched TV, called Aunt May, texted Ned, and much more. He didn’t know what to do or how to pass the time while waiting to see the girl who left him.

Peter had fallen asleep at some point, waking up to an alarm playing in his ear. He groaned and turned over to turn it off, noticing the time.

4:30 PM.

Peter slowly got out of the bed, rubbing his eyes while walking to the mirror to look at himself. He looked like a mess. Peter decided to let his hair be its natural self so he wouldn’t take more time then need. He put on a pair of slacks, a nice light blue button down and a suit jacket that Tony had given him. Peter left and quickly walked down the street to the theatre. He bought his ticket and walked in to find his seat.

He looked at the stage, memorizing the lighting pattern and the sound of a cello playing in the background. The lights dimmed and she came out. She had the cello in her hand as well as the bow under her nimble fingers. She was clawed in a light blue knee-length dress that had small straps on her shoulders. Her hair was cut shorter than he remembered. He barely remembered her cutting her hair all throughout the years of going to school together. She had a long, ugly looking scar, up her right leg and he could see her walking in a small limp. How long has she had a limp? He wondered, but he didn’t know if he would ever get a chance to talk to her about anything.

She took a deep breath and positioned her fingers positioned on the D string. He didn’t know the chords, but he remembered her teaching him the strings when they were dating. She played beautifully and when it was over, she smiled and moved a stray hair behind her ear. She gave everyone a few moments to calm down before playing another song, and then the same thing happened again. Begin, finish, smile, pause, begin, and repeat.

When she finished, she stood and held the cello in her left hand and the bow in her right. Peter stood as well, clapping quickly as he looked at her. He felt his heart collapse when they made eye contact. He didn’t know if she knew that it was him or if she just looked out into the crowd and just made eye contact with someone. She still had a beautiful smile. She left the stage after bowing, walking to the back of the stage.

Peter took a deep breath and began walking towards the bathroom. He took his phone from his trouser pocket and looked over everything that was being said. Tony had texted him a few times, so did Aunt May and Ned. Peter noticed a few Twitter notifications and a few Instagram direct messages that he needed to check.

He was stopped as a hand came down on his shoulder. Peter quickly turned and looked at the person who had touched him. It was a man who was about his height. He had blonde hair and freckles all over his face. His eyes were like Peters. The man stuck his hand out.

“Peter Parker?” He asked. Peter nodded and took the man’s hand before speaking.

“Who’s asking?” He questioned and the man chuckled, shaking his hand.

“Josh,” he stated and Peter nodded. “Y/N wants to see you if you don’t mind.” He huffed out and Peter’s eyebrows knitted. So, she did see him. Peter turned his head and looked at the line in front of him and then back at Josh. Peter debated in his head for a few moments. Should he see her? What would he say? What would shesay?

Peter nodded and followed the grinning man. He led him backstage and towards a dressing room. Peter looked around him and noticed what everything looked like. There were polls and rope and different instruments were just standing in different areas. Josh stopped in front of a door that had her name on it before knocking twice. Peter took a deep breath as he watched the door slowly open. If he wasn’t scared before, he sure as hell was now. Peter began to play with the sleeves of his suit jacket and as soon as he saw her, everything fell into slow motion. It was like someone turned the dial down so he could take in the beauty she held.

Her hair was defiantly shorter than before, everyone would know that. She was now dressed in a pair of sweats that hid the scar and a jumper from their high school. It still had the same toothpaste stain from before. She ran a hand through the short locks of her hair and smiled, thanking the man.

“Peter,” Y/N smiled softly and opened her arms and walked towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his went around her waist. She smelled the exact same as she did in high school. It was like vanilla and sugar cookies.

“Hey,” Peter whispered into her hair. They spent time like that, he felt as if it was too long, but he didn’t mind. Peter was the first to pull back and he took in her face. She had a healthy glow, despite the scars littering her face. He also noticed that her eyes had stayed the same vibrant color they were, even in the hospital they never dulled. “How are you?” Peter asked suddenly. Y/N shrugged and took his hand into hers to drag them into her dressing room.

“See you later, Josh. Come by in the morning? I need help finishing packing.” she smiled and Josh nodded. Why was she packing? The door closed and she turned to look at him. “I’m good,” she smiled. “How are you?”

“Okay, I guess.” He muttered the last part and she nodded. There was an awkward pause between them all. She sat down and looked at him, taking him in before looking at her lap. He was dressed nice and his hair was cut shorter than she remembered, but his curls were still on display. His eyes were the same chocolate brown as before and he spotted freckles all on his cheeks and nose.

“I read about what you did with the Avenge- they’re not the Avengers anymore.” She whispered and shook her head slightly before going on. “You’re really brave, Pete.” The nickname made Peter’s heart stop and his head shot up quickly. She read about the war? He didn’t quite know why he was surprised. Of course, she did. She loved history and this was just another war for her to learn about.

Peter didn’t respond quickly, just looked at her until he looked away. “Thanks,” he muttered and ran his hands over his suit pants. “It’s still haunting, but I’ve slowly have learned to live with it.” He nodded to herself and she nodded. He knew that she understood, even if it wasn’t in the same way.

“I bet,” she whispered and looked away from him. Peter wanted to tell her what he went through, what it was like to be in space and he wanted to ask her if she knew he disappeared. He doubted it since, well, no one really knew. They just knew that he was missing and nothing else.

Another silence overtook them until his stomach rumbled from hunger. It made Y/N laugh and for some reason, it made him feel some sort of happiness.

“When was the last time you ate?” She asked and Peter thought about it. Maybe, lunch? He wasn’t too sure if he even ate today.

“I don’t remember,” he muttered and her eyebrow rose. She lifted herself off the couch in the room, grabbing her purse off of the vanity behind him.

“Then I’m taking you out to eat,” she smiled. Peter began to protest, explaining that he didn’t have money on him. She didn’t care though, she wanted to treat him tonight since it would most likely be the last time they see each other; unless fate were to bring them together once again.

Y/N picked up her phone from the side table and stuffed it in the pocket of her sweats before grabbing cash and a pair of keys from her purse. She didn’t bring anything, which surprised him. She used to carry glasses around everywhere she went and she always had painkillers and different things to check her health, but he assumed she didn’t need them anymore.

“How has it been since being back?” She asked suddenly once they were outside the theatre and into the cold night air. She looked over at him as she walked the two of them down the street. Peter shrugged and kept his eyes straight ahead.

“Uh, fine.” He muttered under his breath as he looked over at her. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t fine and somehow she knew. Peter looked away and at the other people that filled the streets.

“I mean, I’m in therapy now and I feel frightened at all time because I’m afraid I’m going to die again. Thanos isn’t really…” he paused and did a hand motion as he sighed. “He’s not really gone. He’ll come back at some point and I pray that it’s a time where I’m not here anymore.” He explained and Y/N nodded, stuffing her hands into the hoodie pockets.

They walked in silence until they stopped in front of a little diner. It looked old but there were some new elements to it. Y/N pushed open the door and walked in. She hollered out a ‘hello’ before sitting at a booth. Peter sat opposite of her. She smiled and laid her chin on her hand. She was content, Peter knew that. She was content with being with him again, happy even.

“Chicago is so much different than Brooklyn.” She stated suddenly. “The people are different and the way they teach and just… everything is so different, you know? It’s nice.” She explained. Her eyes glanced over at the lady walking over to them. “It’s nice to not be in a place where my whole life was ripped from me.” She whispered and smiled at the lady.

He thought he was her life, but he wasn’t. Her family was, of course. He’s not surprised but he thought he was at least a little bit of her life.

“How are you guys?” She asked and Y/N gave her a cheeky grin. “Are you two on a date? Should I get you the special?” She asked in a whisper and a wink. Y/N shook her head and looked over at Peter.

“Just two friends catching up, Gretchen.” She said the name like they were best friends. Peter looked between the two and took in the way they were conversing. He also managed to take in the way Gretchen looked. She was dark skinned and tall and a little chubby, her hair was curly and a dark black with purple dotting the ends.

Gretchen and Y/N laughed at something before she spoke. “Well, you two look in love.” She smiled before taking out a pen and notepad from her apron pocket. “So, what can I start you off with?” She asked and before Peter could ask for a menu, Y/N began ordering.

“Uh, water and a number 5 with large fries,” Y/N smiled up at Gretchen. Peter shrugged and looked over at the board over the bar. Peter wasn’t sure what he wanted so he said the same thing, just without fries. Gretchen smiled and walked off, leaving the two to themselves.

“Are you going to college?” Y/N asked and sat her chin on her hand. Peter pursed his lips and opened his mouth, releasing an ‘um,’ while trying to think.

“Yeah,” he nodded suddenly, looking at her. “Tony is helping pay for me to go to MIT,” Peter explained and Y/N smiled.

“That’s great!” She spoke.

This felt good. This conversation and the way they were sitting and catching up… it felt good and he missed it. He missed her. It wasn’t a secret since most people know he had missed her, the only thing was, he didn’t know if she missed him. Peter had thought of a question to ask over the silence, but when his mouth opened and the words started to stumble out, Gretchen was there with their drinks. Y/N smiled at her and smiled, taking the straw and putting it inside the glass before looking over at him again.

“Have you ever been to Chicago? Other than today?” She asked and Peter shook his head, sipping at the water. Y/N smirked softly before speaking. “Well, you have a lot of sightseeing to do then.” Peter knitted his eyebrows and spoke up quickly.

“Sightseeing? Isn’t it like, 8 PM?” he asked and Y/N raised her eyebrow, lips wrapped around the straw. He knew that even if it was midnight she would show him around the whole damn city until he was ready to go back to his hotel and pass out, and even then, she would find something to show him.

“And?” She asked once her lips were free. “There’s no better time to sightsee than at night,” she leaned back and smiled. “Anyway, it’ll be less crowded and we’ll be able to see things better. Plus, it’s much prettier at night.” She hummed in a matter of fact. Peter nodded, looking down at his lap. He wished he would’ve just came in a pair of jeans and a regular shirt because now, he’s dressed in some fancy getup while she’s comfy.

Gretchen came out soon after, each handheld their plates before putting them in front of each other. Peter smiled and thanked her before looking at Y/N who also thanked her. Peter watched as Y/N took the ketchup bottle and put the ketchup over to the side before dipping a few fries before eating them. Peter did the same and began eating. They ate in silence, making small talk and giggling at something they did.

About halfway through, Y/N’s phone buzzed and Peter couldn’t help but glance at the home screen. It was a picture of her and her family in an old Polaroid. He remembered the picture because it was one he took of them at a cookout. Peter didn’t voice anything, even when he noticed the contact that was texting her.

Y/N snatched up her phone and quickly typed a response before locking it and setting it down. She didn’t say anything; she just continued eating so that’s what he did. He didn’t talk and just continued eating.

Gretchen came out a little bit later, picking up the trash. “Would you two like dessert?” She asked and Peter shook his head and Y/N followed his lead.

“I think we’re good, Gretch.” She smiled and Gretchen nodded and dug in her apron pocket and grabbing the check before sitting it down. Gretchen smiled and walked off. Y/N dug in her pocket and grabbed out cash, looking at the check and then putting cash inside with a little extra. Y/N began scooting out of the booth and stretched her arms before putting her hand out for Peter to take.

“Bye, Gretch!” She yelled after Peter took her hand. She led them outside, smiling at the wind that hit them. Peter hated the cold and this was making him wish he would’ve just gone to the interview, but he wasn’t going to complain and make her think he didn’t want to see her, because he did. He really did want to see her, he just wished it was daytime so it was a bit warmer.

Their fingers were interlocked as they walked the dark streets of Chicago. The streetlamps and small shops were lighting their path. Peter listened to everything she said, smiling softly as she explained all of her favorite spots. He found out where her favorite ice cream shop was and her favorite bakery as well as her favorite park and library.

They began walking over a bridge overlooking the city and the pale lights illuminated the water. It was beautiful. Peter felt Y/N’s hand slip from his and he looked over at her, watching as she pushed both hands inside her hoodie. This moment right here, he would remember forever. He wished he had a camera to remember it, but his memories would do. Your hair was blowing in the wind, but she looked content with the whole thing. So when the question he’s been dying to ask popped into his head, he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want to take her away from being happy and turn it on him, but deep down he knew that once they part ways again, she won’t talk to him.

“Can I-uh, ask you a question?” Peter asked suddenly, eyeing her expression. Y/N looked over at him and nodded with a smile, giving him the go ahead. He didn’t know how to word it, does he just come out and say “hey, you left me all alone after high school with no word but I saw you were texting Ned so was I just a bad boyfriend or something?” or does he sugar coat it.

“I was wondering,” he paused and turned his attention to the water, wanting to avoid making eye contact. Her attention didn’t falter from him though; she kept looking at him, waiting for the question. “Why did you leave suddenly? You left after high school and you pushed me away and didn’t talk to me. I didn’t even know you were down here until today, Y/N. Why would you push me away but still talk to my best friend?” He asked, the words coming out in a jumble. Y/N’s eyebrows knitted, the question taking her off guard. She scoffed softly and looked in front of her.

“I lost my whole family, Peter. You were an Avenger and needed your own time to figure yourself out. If you were in my position you would’ve done the same thing.” She shook her head and glanced at her feet. “I left to get away. I wasn’t going to stay there and remember my family’s death.” It was harsh and Peter looked at her finally.

“I would’ve done the same thing; I would’ve tried to work it out,” Peter whispered. Y/N’s head whipped around and she looked at him, eyes narrowed.

“You would’ve tried to work out a high school romance even when your whole family died, Peter? You would much rather work out something that doesn’t matter at the end instead of trying to forget all of the pain you feel? I wanted out of there, so I got out. I didn’t want to hurt myself anymore so as soon as my doctor told me to leave, I left. I didn’t want to turn back. I didn’t want to remember, Peter. You remind me of my family. You remind me of everything I had before and then it was ripped away.” She cried out, hands coming out of her hoodie to pull at her hair.

“Just because I’m a memory means you have to forget me?” He asked and she scoffed, ready to walk away. “I’ve lost so many people, Y/N and yet I didn’t cut anyone off because they were a memory.”

“You didn’t lose your whole family in one day, Peter! You’re too young to remember your parent’s death and you lost your uncle. I’m so sorry for that, Peter, and you know I am, but I don’t know if you could even imagine watching your little brother die or your mother and father all in the same night. You have Aunt May, I have no one.” She whispered the end, stuffing her hands back in the pockets. She turned on her heel, walking off.

“You had me,” Peter said, making Y/N stop in her tracks. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder. Peter knew he fucked up, knew the three words made her tick. She did have him though. She had him there the whole way, but she didn’t want him.

“It was a one-way street, Peter! I had you, yeah, sure, but you had a shell of me! You didn’t have me, you had a fucking shell and you can stand out here and tell me how you could’ve helped me, but you couldn’t. I was never myself. I haven’t been myself since, so stand here and feel pity that you and I didn’t work out. I don’t care.” While she spoke, she was drawn closer to him. Her eyes were throwing daggers at him, but he could see the tears that welled up in her eyes. He sat his hand on her arm, opening his mouth to apologize, but she stopped him. “And yeah, I’ve been talking to Ned. He told me you were here.” She muttered, ready to knock off his hand.

She looked up at him, eyes noticing the way sadness was built up inside him. She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Bye, Peter.” She muttered under her breath, shrugging his hand off of her before walking off. Peter stared at where she stood for a moment, before turning around and running towards her, yelling her name. She turned around and looked at him, Peter was thankful for that in many ways.

He sprinted to her, huffing for a moment before grabbing her face in his hands. They just argued and he was going to do this? He was going to allow himself to fall in love wither her again. He looked at her, eyes taking in the way she looked. A few tears had slipped from her eyes and she went to wipe them away, but Peter beat her to it. She was still angry, he knew that, but he didn’t want to leave it like the last time.

Without thinking, Peter leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. It was a short kiss, but it wasn’t quick. They kissed and it felt magical, but he knew this wasn’t going to last. The butterflies in his stomach were going to disappear at some point because she would leave him. She would go back to ignoring him and reading articles about him but never saying anything. Peter tilted his head a bit, deepening the kiss, but Y/N pulled away. They shared a silence and they only looked at one another before she spoke up.

“Do-Do you want to come back to my place?” She asked and Peter nodded. Y/N took his hand and led them down the dark street, past everything she had shown him before turning on a random street and towards a neighborhood. The homes were beautiful and he wondered how she lived in such a beautiful neighborhood as a college student.

Y/N stood in front of a gate, pressing in a few numbers before pushing the gate open and walking through it. She shut it quickly before walking them to the front door; unlocking it and pushing the door open for them to enter. Peter watched as she took off her shoes and took everything out of her pockets before closing the door. He followed her lead, taking off her shoes and sat his phone on the table. He followed her into the living room. She flipped on a switch and he noticed that it was sleek, modern with white and grays. She had a few colorful pillows and lampshades, but everything else was white and grey.

It was completely different from her home growing up. Everything was colorful and there was children’s artwork hanging up and they had pictures of family everywhere. Here felt different. Y/N had pictures of her family hanging up everywhere. On the wall in front of him, picture frames held pictures of her happiest times and she had her acceptance letter hanging up too. Peter noticed that she had a few photos of him and her, as well as her and Ned. They made a smile grow on his face.

“You still have this?” He asked when his eyes took in a picture of him and her with her family and Aunt May. It was at a basketball game; her parents had bought them all tickets and took them. It was a good day and Peter remembered how excited he was.

“Yeah,” she whispered, looking at it. “It was one of mom’s favorite pictures. She had it in her wallet.” She quickly looked away, going towards the kitchen. Peter followed her after looking at the picture for a bit. He walked into the kitchen and watched her pull out a few glasses and filling them with water. Peter took one from her and then followed her into the living room.

They didn’t speak until she turned to look at him. She put the cup on the table and sat her hands on her lap. Peter wanted to say something, an apology for earlier, but he didn’t. He just looked right back at her.

The gears in her brain were running quickly until she grabbed his face and kissed him again. It was rough and quick, something he wasn’t even sure was happening. Her hands were on his face and the hand that was holding the cup reached to set it beside hers before moving to her waist.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for her to get in his lap. When he parted from the kiss and pressed his lips down her neck, he heard a soft moan leave her lips and he looked up at her, hands never leaving her hips.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Are you absolutely positive you want to do this?” He wanted to make sure, so when she nodded, he continued. Ridding her of the hoodie she was in and looking over her exposed torso. The scars were evident and he kissed every single one of them, dragging his lips over hers.

Peter woke up to the smell of coffee, eyes trying to adjust to the bright light the shone through the window. He stretched out his arms and groaned before swinging his feet out of the bed he was in. He didn’t quite know where he was, but the memories from the night before ran through his mind. He smiled softly and shook his head. He put on the boxers that were sitting neatly on the chair at her desk. He didn’t bother putting on anything else, just going downstairs to be met with the person he wished to wake up to every day.

He walked into the kitchen and caught a glimpse at Y/N. She wore a large t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. He missed this. He missed her. He cleared her throat, frightening her for a split moment before she turned around. She looked at him, smiling softly before turning back and grabbing a coffee cup, handing it over to him. He took it willingly before sipping it. It was exactly how he liked it.

“You can eat whatever you want, I don’t really eat breakfast.” She hummed and sipped the hot liquid from her own mug. Peter nodded and sat on the edge of the table. He looked at her as she did her thing. “Also, your phone has been going off, you might want to check it.” She muttered and turned her back to him, turning on the faucet water and beginning to wash some dishes she must’ve left out.

Peter hummed and went into the entrance, taking his phone. It must’ve been dinging or something for her to know it was going off. He read the texts. Many of them from Tony, telling him that they had to leave by 10 AM, and it being 9:30 AM he knew Tony would be mad at him. He also noticed texts from both Ned and Aunt May.

Peter huffed out a sigh, walking up the steps to the bedroom he once walked out of and putting on the clothes that were hanging from the chair. He put the clothes on before walking downstairs and putting the mug back in the sink. He smiled at her when she turned towards him.

“What’s up?” She asked and Peter’s lips pursed. He felt terrible for leaving her so suddenly and without warning, but he smiled and broke the news to her.

“I have to go. Tony and I need to get to New York today.” He explained and her eyebrow raised before she nodded.

“Understandable,” she hummed and smiled. “I’ll call and Uber.” And she did. She walked out and found her phone before calling and Uber. When she walked back in, Peter smiled at her. They sat in silence, she sipped on her drink and he played with loose threads. When her phone dinged, signaling that the Uber was there. She got up and silently showed him the way out. She opened the door and leaned against it.

“The gate will open automatically.” She told him, giving a small smile. Peter returned it, starting to walk down the steps before she stopped him. “Text me the next time you’re in Chicago.” She smiled and looked at him. Peter nodded, smiling back.

“Will do,” he replied and continued on his way. Before he got to the car, he looked back and watched her enter the house again. He entered the car and gave the nice man the directions before finding her number and texting it. He was thankful he hadn’t deleted it.

Y/N Y/L/N: Don’t be a stranger, my phones always on.

And with that, he turned his phone off and closed his eyes, reminiscing in the memories swimming in his mind.

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