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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS II Vol.1 Ayato VS Laito [Track 1+2]

Original title: 月蝕のよる～total Eclipse～ & 蝕を背負って

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 1 Ayato VS Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here & here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: I’m only two tracks into this CD but I’m already loving the tension between Ayato and Laito. I like how this CD seems to touch upon their personal childhood traumas with Cordelia and how they harbor a completely different feeling towards her. This played somewhat of a part in their respective More, Blood routes as well, so I’m really glad to find out more about it! That being said, they do use a lot of vague expressions when roasing each other, so I hope I got all of the hidden implications right.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 ll Track 6

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Track 1: ~Total Eclipse~ of the Moon

Ayato: ...The moon is chipped. Tsk...!! No wonder I feel this restless inside...

You approach him.

Ayato: The lunar eclipse, huh...?

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...Ah? Chichinashi. Now this is new.

He turns around.

Ayato: What brings you here at this hour? Were you lured in by that moon as well? Hahaha...

You explain.

Ayato: Well yeah, makes sense. By this point, you’re basically one of us.

Ayato offers you a hand.

Ayato: Come here...I’m sure you know by now that resistin’ is absolutely futile?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Besides, I’m not in the mood for that right now...Come here!

You continue to protest, afraid he’ll suck your blood.

Ayato: Geez...Fuck...You really are a pain in the ass.

*Rustle*

Ayato: I’m not horny 24/7, you know? And here I thought I’d actually show you somethin’ nice.

You frown.

Ayato: What’s with that expression? Are you disappointed or somethin’? Haha...!

Ayato suddenly lifts you into his arms.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Heavy-hoh...! You don’t see this kind of nice view every day, so let’s take the opportunity to watch it from up close.

He launches himself into the air, eventually landing on the roof.

*WOOSH*

*Thud*

Ayato: ...There we go. We’ve reached our destination.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Chichinashi, follow me. Let’s go that way.

You seem scared.

Ayato: ...Ah? Are you shakin’ on your legs? What? You’re scared of bein’ up on the roof? Geez, what a drag...Come on, hold onto me.

You seem hesitant.

Ayato: What? I won’t try and pull anythin’ funny, promised. ...Honestly, I’m out here showin’ my good heart and that’s the reaction I get in return?

*Rustle*

Ayato: More importantly, look up at the moon! It’s chipped! Hahaha! Surprised?

You mention the lunar eclipse.

Ayato: I figured I’d show you since it’s a rare occurrence, but you know about it? Che...! Yeah, it’s a lunar eclipse. I don’t know ‘bout the details, but you barely get to witness one, right?

You thank him for trying to please you.

Ayato: Aah!? I wasn’t tryin’ to make you happy or anythin’! Don’t be so full of yourself! ...It’s just that the lunar eclipse makes us Vampires go crazy. How do I put it - it makes our feelings and actions unstable - to the point of madness. I guess you could say it shakes us up? I don’t quite know how to describe this feeling...

You seem somewhat worried.

Ayato: Well, that might be why I’m a lil’ kind to you, or why I brought you up here to the roof.

You ask if he needs to rest for a bit.

Ayato: Ah? I don’t feel sick or anything. I just feel oddly restless inside...It’s a weird kind of feeling.

*Rustle*

Ayato: So, how do you feel? Well, you’re not a Vampire...But, is that truly the case? Don’t you ask yourself that question at times as well? That perhaps, you’ve longーー

He leans in close.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: ーー Become a Vampire.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Ayato: ...Hahaha! Nice reaction! I mean, it makes sense when you think about it. You’ve been teased by these fangs countless of times, being toyed around with, becoming mine...It wouldn’t be strange if you had awakened by this point.

You tell him to stop messing with you.

Ayato: I’m not tryin’ to scare you. It’s the truth, isn’t it?

Ayato pins you down.

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato: Honestly, even if you were to be a Vampire by this point, there’s nothin’ to be scared of, right?

You shake your head.

Ayato: Vampire or human, it’s pretty much the same thing. As you can tell, our appearance is barely any different.

*Rustle*

Ayato: The difference is that we suck blood. Also...Well, we just have a few powers here and there, you see?

You insist you’re not a Vampire either way.

Ayato: Yet it still scares you?

He moves closer to your face.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Say, Chichinashi...? ...Even if you were to become a Vampire, I’d still...

Track 2: Bearing the Burden of the Eclipse

Laito: Nfufufu~ Fufufufu...~!

Ayato: ...!!

Laito: Oh geez~ A love scene up on the rooftop? You’re more of a romantic than I thought, Ayato-kun~

Ayato: Laito...!!

Laito: Exactly, the one and only~ ...My bad for interrupting?

Ayato: Che...Why the fuck are you here!?

Laito: There’s no deep reasoning behind it. Well, like you mentioned earlier, the lunar eclipse might have lured me out here. Fufu~ It messes with our heads a little, you see? So it wouldn’t be that strange for me to be lost in my own thoughts up here on the roof, no? Nfu~ I’m glad it gave me a chance at seeing that romantic side of yours which you usually keep hidden. Fufu...Look, it’s even making the moon flush a bright red. Fufufufu~

Ayato: You bastard...Are you makin’ fun of me!?

Laito: Hmー Not quite...If I had to put it into words, I guess you could say...I’m jealous?

Ayato: Haah...!?

Laito: Because Bitch-chan’s cheeks have become this flushed as she watches you with eyes full of passion...I guess~

You become even more flustered.

Laito: ...Say, Bitch-chan? I’m pretty sure this uncertain feeling inside of me is what you’d call jealousy. What do you think?

You tell him to stop teasing.

Laito: Fufu~ ...I’m not teasing you or anything? You are such a cruel girl. I wonder why you’re doubting my feelings? ...Being honest would make you much cuter, you know? Or at least pretend to be fooled by me. ...Oh, whoopsie~ I blew my own cover. Nfu~ ...However, I really do feel restless inside. I wasn’t lying when I said this might be jealousy either.

Laito leans in, whispering in your ear.

Laito: ...The thought of Ayato-kun stealing you away from me pisses me off. Furthermore, I’d love to just turn you into a mess right here, right now.

Ayato: Oi! You’re fuckin’ annoyin’! Showin’ up out of nowhere...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Just scram already!

Laito: Eeeh~? What if I say ‘no’?

Ayato: Then I’ll push you off this roof!

Laito: Big talk for someone who can’t even do that. ...That technique has already been claimed by me after all.

Ayato: Che...You’re talkin’ ‘bout that shitty Old Hag? Honestly...Will you ever be able to forget her?

Laito: Ugh...!

Ayato: Hahaha! What? Did I hit bull’s eye?

Laito: You decide to bring that back up at this exact timing, huh? Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Haah? You’re the one who staーー

Laito suddenly attacks Ayato.

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Fuck off!

Ayato: ...! ...Kuh...

Laito: Do you think you’re in any position...To mock me like that?

Ayato: ...Aah!?

Ayato fights back.

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato: Whatcha mean...!?

You try to get in between them.

Laito: Oh...

Ayato: You’re in the way, Chichinashi! Stay out of this!

Laito: Fufufu~ You’re such a gentleman, Ayato-kun~ You’re scared she’ll get hurt from getting involved in our brotherly quarrel, aren’t you?

Ayato: Kuh...That’s not it! I just simply thought she was in the way, that’s all!

Laito: Hm...In that caseーー

*THUD*

Ayato: ...!!

Laito creeps up on you.

Laito: ...You wouldn’t mind if I were to hurt her, do you? Like this...

He bites you.

Laito: Mmh...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Ayato: ...Ugh. You bastard...!!

Ayato grabs him by the collar.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Cut the crap!!

*THUD*

Laito: ...Ah!

Ayato: Keep your dirty hands off what belongs to me.

Laito: Look at you go...However, my blood is boiling right now as well...Ugh!

*THUD*

Laito: ...Owow. Geez, it’s been a while since I went all out like that. My hat’s crooked. Better fix it~ ...There we go.

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...That hurt. Whatcha gettin’ all worked up by yourself, huh?

Laito: Hmm~? I guess we can blame the lunar eclipse for that? Seems like I just couldn’t let your words from earlier slide. It’s rather upsetting how you keep on insisting that I still haven’t parted with that dead woman.

You grab hold of Laito’s arm.

Ayato: ...Ah!

Laito: Hm? What’s wrong, Bitch-chan? Are you telling us to stop fighting? ...But you know, I believe there’s times where you have to keep on going until the score is settled.

Ayato: Hehe...I agree with that.

Laito: Nfu...~ What a coincidence.

Ayato: We can just decide who is the strongest by pure force and whoever wins get to keep that woman for themselves!

Laito: Makes you wonder which one of us is unable to move on...Fufu~

Ayato: ...Haah? What did you say just now?

Laito: Nfu~ I was just talking to myself. ...Well then, the moon has been chipped nicely. Shall we get started?

Ayato: Yeah! Bring it on!

You stand in between them, begging the two to stop.

Laito: Oh dear, oh dear~ How heroic of you, Bitch-chan! However, only fools get in the way of a fight between two men, you know?

Ayato: Exactly. Step back, Chichinashi.

Laito: Who knows what we’ll do because of this moon after all.

You shake your head.

Ayato: Aahn? What was that, Chichinashi? We’re not fightin’ ‘cause the moon is messin’ with our heads.

Laito: Exactly, Bitch-chan. The lunar eclipse simply provides a perfect opportunity. We’ve been unable to bridge the gap between us since forever. Up till now, we’ve simply chosen to constantly turn a blind eye to it, running away. Right, Ayato-kun?

Ayato: Kuh...!

Laito: I just figured it might be time for us brothers to stop running and face each other head on. Nfu~

Ayato: Che...You’re too damn persistent. Go stand over there!

*Rustle*

You lose your balance and slide down the roof.

Laito: ...Woah!

Ayato: ...Chichinashi!? What are you doin’...!?

Laito: What do you mean? You’re the one who pushed her away too harshy, so she slipped and nearly tumbled down the roof!

Ayato: Che...Fuck off!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! Don’t you dare let go! I’ll save you!

Ayato reaches out for you.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Come on, grab my hand!

Laito: Now who is the one responsible for this in the first place, huh? ...Are you okay, Bitch-chan? Instead of going for that brute over here...

Laito holds out his hand as well.

*Rustle*

Laito: You should take my hand instead.

Ayato: Shut up! Come on, Chichinashi! This way!

Laito: I’m stronger than you’d expect, so you can rest assured and entrust your body to me, Bitch-chan~

Ayato: Hurry up...!!

The wind picks up.

Ayato: ...This is bad!

You lose your grip and nearly fall to your death.

Ayato: Che...It’s ‘cause you kept on takin’ yer damn sweet time!

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

Ayato jumps down, catching you just in time.

Ayato: ...That was close. Don’t scare me like that!

Laito: Ayato-kuuun~ Is Bitch-chan alright~?

He puts you down.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Che...Oi, Chichinashi. Come with me.

Ayato grabs hold of your hand.

Ayato: I’m sick and tired of havin’ to deal with that guy.

He runs away with you.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years

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dear... whoever | b.b.

summary: a mandated series of long and short diary entries from the new head of R&D for Stark Industries.

WARNINGS: swearing, LOTS of fluff, mentions of drinking and sex and hospitals and guns, general fun and witty attitude, small angst, big jealousy, obviously au after civil war. everything after does not exist. pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader word count: 9.5k

a/n: written for @softbiker and 100% inspired by @sunmoonandbucky with the format. my prompt was let me love you by rita ora and i wrote it from the perspective the singer is singing it to rather than the actual singer. this was super fun to write. enjoy!

July 31/20

Dear…

Whoever is going to read this. So… me, in the future probably. So, it should be dear WHOMever, I think, but it sounds wrong.

Is it too cliché to say dear diary? I don’t know. After all, I don’t WANT to be writing this but unfortunately I am because it’s mandated. Apparently, the psychiatrist that works for Stark Industries thinks it’s necessary that I write down my feelings and show that I’ve adjusted to working part-time superhero, full-time head of Tony’s stupid R&D department.

Something about how that much stress can cause psychotic fractures in the worst case scenario.

Cute.

Anyway, I don’t know what to write. Currently, it’s 4:23AM. The only reason I’m awake is because I have trouble sleeping on the best night. I heard Barnes messing about and because I am the Hermit of the Rec Room Couch (catchy, I know), I can hear him just walking about.

What the hell is he even doing?

To be honest, I’ve never talked to Barnes besides the occasional greetings because he’s the sort to keep to himself, I guess, and, valid. I’m not saying it’s not, considering his history, but you know.

I think I’m a friendly person, and I’m bored. He’s eventually going to hear me writing noisily because of super-soldier hearing or whatever, so I might just get up and introduce myself.

Not that I’ve been working here for years, but whatever.

I’m really bored and hungry, honestly, so a trip to the kitchen would be considered normal (and warranted) in such circumstances.

Fuck it.

Time to make a new friend or die trying. If you never hear from me again, you’ll know why.

Aug. 1/20

Dear Jane,

I finally got the time to write in here and you may be wondering why I have named you. Well, after the conversation at roughly 4:30 AM, here are things that’ve changed in a disorganized list. None is more important than the other. I'm just writing what comes to my head.

One: Barnes said he doesn’t really let anyone call him James. I called him James once because I forgot. Profuse apologies followed. He said it was okay and didn’t mind me calling him that. Now, in my mind, I think he’s just saying this to be polite and really just wants me to call him Bucky but he seemed sincere. We’ll see how it goes.

Two: Barnes was awake because his cat woke him up. I didn’t even know he had a cat but it’s a gorgeous white cat named Alpine that Barnes carries around in his half-zipped up hoodies sometimes. It’s adorable. He’s super soft and friendly and I love him already. He showed me all the tricks Alpine could do. Amazing.

Three: Barnes’ favourite movie is the Godfather. Totally surprising there. Please tell me you understand sarcasm.

Four: He said he liked the name Jane when I told him what I was doing up and also in the rec room (couldn’t sleep, writing in my diary) and that I didn’t want to say “Dear diary”

“Why don’t you just give it a name?” he eloquently suggested and Jane was his answer to my question of “Which name?”

Five: Barnes, or James, I guess he is now, is my friend.

Six: We said we’d meet up at 4:30AM or earlier again because I told him I wanted to show him my s’mores dip recipe.

Seven: Wish me luck. Hope I don’t get murdered.

Eight: I think I might be in love with him.

Bye.

Aug. 5/20

Dear Jane,

In an effort to summarize what has happened in the past four days, I will open with the fact that James Buchana Barnes is the cutest motherfucker on the planet. He’s super old fashioned, but that’s a given. He opens the doors for me, offers to take my bags up, and in the past four days, we’ve met up at around midnight to just eat and chat. Then he walks me back to my room with a glass of water and I’m left fanning myself because it’s so sweet and he’s so sweet and OH, MY GOD, I am a child.

This feels like a crush. Like, butterflies in my stomach, self-conscious every time he looks at me, can’t stop staring, and wanting to impress him at every turn sort of crush.

AKA, a middle-school crush and I feel completely ridiculous but that is besides the point because he’s just the loveliest person.

Someone should tell him chivalry is dead. Steve thinks he’s just being sweet on me, and Sam says I should flash some ass just to get a rise out of him which would be funny. He’d look absolutely adorable blushing his head off.

We’ll see. I am considering it.

What else happened? I’m drawing a huge blank.

As explained in a previous entry, I was to show Barnes my s’mores dip recipe. Huge success. Crowd loved it. That’s how I learned he has a huge sweet tooth like me. Got an email from Pep about a board meeting which I ignored. If it’s really important, she’ll see me in person. Went swimming with Sam. We started planning Tony’s big Christmas party even though that’s MONTHS away.

But, you know. We’re so busy all the time, it might be worth it planning ahead.

As head of R&D, it’s vital to me that this goes well because they’re fun when they do go well, and a chaotic disaster when they don’t. Also, I have to find a date but details will follow.

I think that’s it.

If there’s more to follow, then I’ll just come back but there really isn’t.

Oh, Alpine found my room. He’s in here right now and he snores. It’s cute, just like his owner.

Okay, goodnight.

Aug. 7/20

Dear Jane,

Sam, James, and I went swimming.

Pro of the day: James is ripped and that man was GLISTENING.

Con of the day: I AM STUPID in front of hot ripped men.

Pro of the day: We got ice cream together. Strawberry for me, mango for James because he wants to try new flavours, and Sam ordered some monstrosity with vanilla ice cream, chocolate and raspberry syrups, and a bunch of banana slices. A swirl of whipped cream to finish it off. It looked like diabetes in a cup and that’s coming from me.

Con of the day: James used his thumb to wipe the ice cream off my lip and my brain short-circuited. Sam teased us about it, but James very stubbornly and convincingly said we’re just friends.

Con of the day x2: We are just friends and that is NOT going to change. I cannot explain how much my heart literally fell out of my body in disappointment.

God, and James and I are meeting up at 2AM tonight so he can show me this new stupid stuffed celerey recipe he learned.

It’s not stupid.

It’s really, REALLY cute he researched it.

This sucks.

Aug. 11/20

The worst day ever. I don’t want to talk about it but might as well make a note on it. More on it later, I guess.

Aug. 15/20

Dear Jane,

Sorry, I’m dramatic. Must get it from working with Tony for so many years.

Let’s just review what occurred on August 11, 2020, at approximately 3:23 in the afternoon.

I learned that James went out on a date. A DATE. From SAM. When James had ample opportunity to tell me at our regular meeting at witching hour over celery sticks.

EXCUSE ME? WHO IS THIS WOMAN?

I’m not even mad. I’m just angry that the man I became friends with only 2 weeks ago and caught feelings immediately for is seeing other people.

I sound like a raging bitch. I promise you, Jane, that I am not. I’m just the insanely jealous type.

No, I’m not.

God, what is happening to me and why does it have to be James.

I never get crushes and the instant I do, it’s for the most emotionally and physically unavailable person ON EARTH.

Also, work was work. I was distracted, drank soup from the canteen, and generally accomplished nothing. Alpine came for some snuggles while James was out. That’s the only good thing.

Thanks, universe.

Aug. 16/20

Dear Jane,

So, I brought up this mystery lady over homemade sundaes.

James seems pretty serious about her because he a) apologized for not telling because he wanted to keep it private and asked me not to tell anyone and b) has a second date with her later today.

Oh, GOD. There is no point to this.

Aug. 19/20

Dear Jane,

What’s the point of asking someone intimate, personal questions if not because you guys are best friends?

James called me his best friend today. He says he knows me, but if he did, he’d know I feel like throwing up whenever he’s around and that his stare burns through every layer of clothing until I feel like he just knows my secret.

I told him we’ve known each other less than a month, but he said something stupidly charming about “intuition” and feeling and that this feels right and how he knows he can tell me anything and that I was an easy person to talk to.

I should’ve been a shrink.

At least, my trip to Wakanda is going to give me distance. A solid two months of no one else but me, tech, and new faces. Going there to collaborate with Shuri is definitely exciting and taking up more space in my brain than James these days.

Maybe I’ll fall in love with some soldier over there because apparently, I’m catching feelings willy-nilly these days.

See you on the plane, Jane.

Aug. 23/20

Dear Jane,

On the quinjet, it’s fairly quiet. It’s one of the things I love about it. The silent yet soft engines that can lull me to sleep. We should be arriving in a few hours so I thought I’d write. I’m getting the hang of this, I think.

There's a press conference later, too, in the trip with the UN and it’s not that I can’t handle it, but that I could’ve done this in my sleep and wished Tony sent someone else. I hate the press, not gonna lie.

Anyway, this gives me time to be introspective.

Is it just me or James always Okay, is it just my imagination that whenever I try to get close to James, he just kinda pulls away? Not in a romantic way. I’m not stealing anyone’s man because girl code, but he won’t even let me just stand near him anymore. It’s like I have an infectious disease only transmitted through physical contact and it’s just weird.

I don’t know.

Before I left, he said he’d miss me and that we should keep in touch through calls (Obviously, I would) and that he hopes I won’t forget him.

So, you say those things but you won’t even let me even hug you?

You’re a manipulative asshole, Barnes.

Oct. 20/20

Dear Jane,

I am so sorry that it has taken so long for us to reunite.

In hindsight, I’m a fucking idiot.

I left you on the quinjet which went back to New York and a different quinjet came to pick me up. I came back like two days ago so these past few days have been spent searching for you.

James offered to help, and he seems normal again.

Weird. Guess he was just in a mood with the new girlfriend and adjusting to having me as a friend, too. Guys go through that, I guess.

In Wakanda, I did not, in fact, fall in love with a soldier or anything. I curse every day that I didn’t, trust me. I’m just as disappointed as you are because I just want to get over this stupid crush. For the two months I was gone, it was like I didn’t like James at all like that. Even during calls, I could pretend we were just two teammates keeping each other in the loop. He talked about his girlfriend, I listened, I explained science because he’s a nerd, and he asked questions like he was interested.

It was FINE.

Then, he was waiting for me when I came back to NYC and it slammed into me like Bruce in Hulk-mode.

James asked if I wanted to meet his girlfriend because she’d be coming around for the Halloween party anyway, and he thinks we’ll get along swimmingly.

He really said swimmingly. He is stuck in the wrong era, but we all knew that.

I said yes, to be polite.

Here’s to hoping she’s a vindictive bitch and I am justified in hating her entire being.

Oct. 22/20

Dear Jane,

I met her. She’s small and pretty and mature and normal.

If I wasn’t stupidly in my feelings about James, I’d love her, too.

She’d treat him right, give him a good home to come back to.

Best not to notice the people fighting beside you in that way, I guess.

Oct. 25/20

Dear Jane,

God is dead and NO ONE has eyes on the road.

Jesus isn’t even taking the wheel on this one.

It’s a fucking disaster.

I do not want to describe in every little detail the intricacies of dreaming about James Buchanan Barnes fucking my brains out, so I won’t, but this is for the record that it happened and how the fuck am I supposed to come back and see him in his probably gorgeous attempt at his recreation of Brendan Fraser from the Mummy AKA my favourite movie (which HE KNOWS THAT IT IS?? GOD, the audacity.)

Girlfriend (his girlfriend. “Girlfriend” is the name which she shall be henceforth known as in these entries because petty wins are all I have right now) is dressing as Rachel Weisz. Because “couples goals” or whatever.

I wouldn’t know. Sam and I are dressed up as sexy salt and pepper shakers (his idea, not mine) and he made me take the salt stick because I think he knows. Steve’s not dressing up because he’s more focused on handing out candy as Captain America.

Tony is… Tony. Iron Man and all that.

Anyway, I’m out of town in DC for a meeting with the Secretary of State for a few days, but I’ll be back in New York on the 30th so I’ll have a few hours to adjust to being around James again before he dons on that outfit that I know will be totally hot.

He called me his best friend again in his latest email.

Made me smile like an idiot, but I digress.

Nov. 1/20

Dear Jane,

Halloween was killer. Sam and I won best duo for costumes because we’re that good. Ate a lot of candy and it seems to be looking up.

I dunno. I didn’t mind James and Girlfriend on the couch that much in the after-party. Mostly stuck by Nat and Sharon and Tony. An ood trio, but a fun one nonetheless.

It was fun, but I still have to go to work no matter how many jello shots and vodka gummy bears consumed.

Wish me luck, not that I need it.

Why do you think Tony hired me?

Nov. 4/20

Dear Jane.

Natasha said I smile at James in a way that utterly betrays every emotion I want to hide in my chest.

Note to self: Don’t smile at James, or at his jokes, or at anything he ever does again. Avoid him. Put a stopper on this friendship.

Note to note to self: I can’t. He just makes me smile whenever he’s around and he’s always around. There’s no simpler way to put it.

I’m gonna try this hiatus thing, though. Distance myself a bit. We’ll see how it goes.

Nov. 13/20

Dear Jane,

Day nine of this hiatus business and it sucks. I miss my best friend.

We’re scheduled for a mission together, and we’re leaving tomorrow so I was going to have to talk to him during the briefing and the op either way.

Well, glad to know this didn’t work.

Nov. 15/20

Dear Jane,

Guess who just got fucking shot!

ME!

Guess even scumbags can’t take a holiday because some stupid arms dealer got a cheap shot on me while I was downloading their whole computer system and other tech mumbo-jumbo I am too high to write about.

James left a few hours ago with the rest of the team, but not before he got me a bunch of ice chips and said he was worried and that he hopes I get better soon. He even promised to get me some flowers to spruce up the room and to say my HEART went CRAZY is an understatement.

He came to my rescue, essentially, as soon as he heard I got pinned. He carried me to the quinjet the instant he cleared the area and stayed by my side the whole time even though the bleeding stopped and I was in good hands. He was just so protective, barking at doctors and nurses. It was embarrassing but also really, really sweet.

Is it weird of me to say that I want him to stay by my side forever?

I’ve never fallen in love before.

Is it always this fast and this hard? I feel like I’m crashing instead of gently and wonderfully falling. Everything is dumb and awful.

Is this what love is like? Because it hurts worse than getting shot because I think I’m going to vomit flowers or butterflies or something.

God, he’d never love me. We’re just friends and even though we have a lot in common, he’d never. It’s just too much of the past in the present or whatever.

Also, he has a girlfriend but it seems very surface-level. God, that makes me sound like a “one of the boys” type of girl who’s a bitch to one of the boy’s new girlfriends, but I don’t know. James told me they don’t really talk about the deep stuff like we do. But she makes him happy, I think.

In hindsight, one may ask what the deep stuff is.

More on that later. I’m tired.

God, why him?

I HATE THIS.

goodnight.

Nov. 16/20

Dear Jane,

James visited again today. He sat beside me and we talked until the nurses had to kick him out. He also brought the flowers.

I asked about Girlfriend casually. I said I liked her.

He said he did, too.

I don’t know why I think he’s lying. No, I do.

It’s because jealousy is the green-eyed bitch from highschool who still shows up in my life because she thinks she’s relevant to society.

That was mean. Unrequited love makes you mean. Side effect noted.

P.S. The deep stuff includes his past, his arm, his memory, his favourite colour. I dunno why that matters. It just does.

Nov. 17/20

Dear Jane,

Got out of the hospital today because of advanced technology and all that. Nothing’s left but a scar and residual soreness. James helped me to my room and said to call him if I had a problem.

I joked that he has a girlfriend and for some reason, he got really weird about it. It’s hard to describe. I dunno. Nat dropped by for popcorn and movies.

It’s 2:32AM. I’m wondering if he’s in the kitchen but I’m confined to bed rest so I don’t know. Also, Nat is asleep beside me and I don’t want to bother her.

Hopefully I can get up and move in a few days. Life is boring.

Nov. 24/20

Dear Jane,

Sorry we haven’t caught up in a moment. Work’s been hectic and I’ve been working overtime trying to make ends meet. Most days I’m in the office or lab, just trying to get enough things done so I can take time off come Christmas.

James stopped by tonight with Chinese takeout and some sweet buns.

He broke up with his girlfriend, too.

Guess that’s why he was being weird about it.

I tried being as casual as I could asking why, but he didn’t want to talk about it, so I asked why he came by. Couldn’t be for the company because when I’m in work mode, I just don’t talk and he knows that.

He said something about his arm feeling funny so I gave it a quick diagnostics check.

I think both of us knew his arm was feeling fine.

Everything is stupid, life is meaningless, and James’ lips are the prettiest shade of pink in the ugly lights of the lab.

I would very much like to have kissed him, but I didn’t.

Girl code.

It’ll probably be a while before I get another chance to actually have time and energy to write another diary entry. Christmas season’s coming close and Pepper is gonna need help with the party.

Yay, me.

Dec. 4/20

Dear Jane,

Morgan asked me in less eloquent words if I had a boyfriend (it was more like “You boyfriend?” But whatever. Who even taught her that word?) and I swear to GOD Nat could not make it anymore obvious looking at James.

Remind me to absolutely throttle her. I don’t care if she’s the infamous Black Widow. She has clearly never seen me hopped up on nothing but a negative amount of sleep and rage/embarrassment/spite/all of the above.

On another note, Pep asked if I was bringing a plus one for the party. I said I’d think about it. Normally I’d just take Sam but he has his eyes on someone at the VA and I like my friends getting laid so no go there.

Might just go alone. I don’t know.

Pep said I should take James, but I don’t really think she knows the truth about that situation. Luckily, Tony instantly rejected the idea and said he’d find me a date if I couldn’t.

Thank the universe for at least placing me in the close circle of the most well-known and richest man in the world because he also gave me his card and said go wild.

He knows me so well. I’m thinking about Christmas shopping when I have another free day, and I’ll pay for that with my own money, of course, but clothes shopping is a free market.

I cannot wait.

Dec. 12/20

Dear Jane,

I wish I could show you my haul, but I got so much stuff Happy had to drive to help me. Besides obvious gifts, I also managed to snag a gorgeous dress for the party.

Thoughts on black and gold?

I think it’s beautiful. Hopefully Nat and Sharon think so. We’re having a girls night tonight and showing off outfits, so that’s exciting.

James asked if we could meet up tonight.

I told him I had plans and he looked so downcast.

I dunno. Everything feels weird between us. Like we’re fine, we’re best friends still, but something’s changed when no one was looking. He’s single now. I guess that energy is different because I had gotten used to his energy with ex-Girlfriend.

I don’t exactly mind but it’s not ideal either. I miss summer. It’s much less complicated than winter. Winter, one has to worry about wind and chills and snows blocking roads, black ice, dry skin, freezing fingers.

Summer: there’s just a lot of sun, wind, bugs, and the vaguest notion of being bored.

Look, I love winter. It’s my favourite season. It’s quiet and gorgeous and dreamy, even though it gets dreary in New York. The snow falls slowly sometimes, Christmas is gorgeous here, and I’d rather be cold than sweating buckets, and there are no bugs to bother me. Also, it gives me a good reason to stay in the labs or in my room where it’s warm and toasty.

I just miss the relative simplicity when James and I were just strangers on the edge of being friends, which is, in retrospect, a selfish reason to like one season and hate another.

Well, some philosopher somewhere probably said something about humanity being selfish.

Dec. 16/20

Dear Jane,

T-minus nine days until the party.

No date in sight.

Maybe I’ll ask Anderson from HR. We had coffee together a few times and he’s nice. Good catch: smart, not too bad looking, and really nice. I’ll head down tomorrow and ask.

Alpine had purred when I told him my plan and headbutted my hand, so I guess I got the Alpine-Seal-of-Approval.

Dec. 17/20

Dear Jane,

Operation: Ask Anderson from HR to Tony’s Christmas Party failed. Granted, it could’ve been because that was a god awful title and that that name, in itself, prophesied catastrophic failure, but also because I was accosted by my best friend.

I wish I meant Sam.

Nope. James caught me in the elevator and we made small talk. Sounds fine, right? Then we turned the topic to the party. Talked about clothes and prospective celebrity appearances and drinks and food. Just about everything, so might as well turn to talks about dates, which meant I had to explain why I was in the elevator in the first place.

Going down to ask Anderson ended in James revealing that he didn’t have a date either.

He doesn’t know who Anderson is, which I thought would be the case, and he popped the question before the doors opened.

Notice how I said “didn't” have a date.

Guess who’s going to the party with James, clearly stated as friends, platonic soulmates, etc.?

Me.

Yippee.

Dec. 18/20

Dear Jane,

It’s 3:42AM and I’m in the rec room as usual. I was gonna not write here today but it normally helps me sleep to just write a bit, get what little thoughts are in my head out. Yeah.

I hear James in the kitchen talking to Alpine and it’s making me smile like an idiot.

Oh, shit, he knows I’m in here. He’s making milkshakes.

I am morally obligated by best friend duties to join him.

Goodnight, Jane.

Dec. 24/20

Dear Jane,

I’m not sleeping with James Buchanan Barnes tomorrow night.

This is a resolute promise. An early New Year’s resolution.

Dec. 25/20

Dear Jane,

Merry Christmas!

In between jovial festivities, I’ve finally found a little nook that’s quiet enough to write in. We opened presents, had a big family breakfast, went skating and just lounged around, and frankly, I’m exhausted. Need to recharge the old social battery.

Among the assortment of gifts is one that stands out to me. James got me a gift that said “Open When Alone” and I did before I started this entry and it was a fucking necklace. Like, a gorgeous one. It’s gold and thin and it feels wonderful. There’s a little cat paw charm on it and it’s so pretty because he has a matching bracelet for himself and I have still not yet recovered.

It’s just so sweet and it reminds me why I love him.

Yes, love has made me unbelievably sappy. I just heaved the biggest sigh in history.

Unfortunately, I have to go earlier tonight. To the party, as written in previous entries. I remember my oath of one-night celibacy and I intend on keeping it, despite how fucking endearing this gift was, because he said it best: we’re just friends. I’m not about to coerce my best friend into sleeping with me out of a piteous, unrequited love. That’s just gross.

You will either see me hungover tomorrow, or very drunk later tonight. It’s all very depending on how this night turns out.

Dec. 26/20

Dear Jane,

Fuck.

P.S. He REALLY does not mind me calling him James. Take that as dirtily or as clandestinely as you wish.

Dec. 27/20

Dear Jane,

I spent the entire day in bed with very pleasurable company.

I am SO GLAD we haven’t gotten called in because James doesn’t leave unless to go to sleep in his own bed or to eat, and I do NOT want to explain to the team that James fucked my brains out for two days straight because my heart is bursting.

He’s a good kisser. His lips are soft.

Intimate knowledge of that is now burned into my memory for future reference.

God, this is a dream come true. He doesn’t even question it, he just

It’s like I’m a goddess to him. He treats me like one, at least, and it’s like he’ll do anything I ask. And we act like it’s normal, too. Midnight trips to the kitchen included.

Best Christmas ever.

Dec. 28/20

Dear Jane,

I feel like I’m ignoring you but I’m also having the best sex of my life. He’s just… so fucking good and it’s a holiday and holy shit my mind is blown.

Love at first meeting isn’t real.

Well, maybe this one time, it was destiny.

Dec. 29/20

Dear Jane,

It isn’t just the sex, you know? It’s the pillowtalk, too. He just makes me laugh so much and everything is so easy between us and it feels real. Popcorn and chips in bed, some mojitos, just each other’s presence. It’s enough like that, you know?

Some quote about how the one you love should be both your lover and your best friend is in my head but I’m too lazy to look it up. James’ head is in my lap and he’s just reading while I’m writing and everything seems perfect.

He doesn’t ask what I’m writing because he knows it’s private and I trust him.

This is perfect.

I think I really am IN love with him.

Jan. 1/21

You know that cliché/tradition of New Year’s kisses?

WELL THEN.

Best (and worst) New Year’s ever. I’ll explain more later. I’m too tired and too angry and also sore and bruised.

See you when I’m not hungover.

Jan. 5/21

Dear Jane,

I’m finally stable enough to write.

In a crazy turn of events, Barnes and I got into a fight because of what happened after New Year’s Day’s events: I caught him leaving before I woke up and at first, curious questions ensued, and it wasn’t a fight but then it became one and I don’t even know how it happened. I wasn’t even mad. He just started being weird and I got annoyed and we tried and failed to keep our voices down. Luckily, my room is pretty soundproof.

Things just got out of hand and I feel like tearing my hair out. I wanna storm up to him and just yell some more.

Tony came into my room and didn’t say shit about my hickies and the fact that James is avoiding me like the plague. He gave me a really good hug, though and then gave me a few weeks off extra. I don’t know how he knows, but then again, it’s Tony.

He just said love’s tough sometimes.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I’m thinking about just taking a long vacation and disappearing. It seems like a good route to take at this point.

Jan. 6/21

Dear Jane,

James is looking at me right now as I write this. I wonder if I should look back or if he’s going to come up to me. We’ll see.

I’m only writing this so it seems like I’m busy. I’m running out of things to say, honestly. Can he just go? What’s the point in staring like that? What’s the point?

I could ask myself the same question. What’s the point in loving someone who’ll never love you? Yeah, he’s sleeping with me but he pulls away every time I try to do something more. Outside the bubble of my room and the small time frame of post-11PM to around 4:45AM, he acts like he’s allergic to intimacy.

It was never like that with ex-Girlfriend.

Maybe it’s something to do with me.

I don’t know, but he keeps looking and I want to get up and leave, but I won’t. I’m not gonna let him win.

Jan. 6/21

He didn’t. He just went out. Sam and Steve asked if I was okay because as soon as he left, I got up for the bathroom and screamed into a towel.

I don’t think either of them knows what’s going on, but they have a notion.

Jan. 9/21

Dear Jane,

He apologized. Still no explanation as to why, but it feels weird.

I told him I’m going on a vacation to Switzerland. Go skiing or something and asked if he wanted to come.

It was stupid to ask, but he said yes.

Shit.

Jan. 14/21

Dear Jane,

Switzerland is lovely.

No work is relaxing. Awkwardness between me and the other traveller on this vacation. Weather’s supposed to be nice when we get there. Sunny snow days, pretty mountains, other Swiss things.

No other comment.

Jan. 21/21

Dear Jane,

I lasted all of a week.

Yep, I slept with him again, and yes, he was back in his hotel bed come sunrise.

I dunno. I’m over it. We don’t apologize and hope everything gets back to normal because neither of us want to say anything to ruin it any further and we both have a major fear of the complicated. To be fair, he said he didn’t want to sleep with me if I was completely against it.

Also, I tried calling him Bucky at dinner like ex-Girlfriend (and everyone else) does and he made the most disgusted face.

He said, and I quote, “Bucky? When did I stop being James?”

I told him I was trying something out and he said it failed. Snarky bastard.

I guess if he’s still James, that must mean I’m still special.

That’s the Tony-inherited ego talking.

But it does make me exceptionally happy to play with the idea that I’m special to him. Best friend with convoluted benefits. Sounds like the title of a very long-winded self-help book that doesn’t really help much but that does sound like the story of my life so I can’t complain too much.

We’re going home in a few days.

I’ll probably sleep with him again. Bet Steve’s shield that I do.

Jan. 24/21

Dear Jane,

I get three Steve’s shields because I was right every single fucking day.

He’s like a habit I can’t quite kick and don’t really want to.

We snuggled afterwards last night. His arm was around my shoulders, we were naked, I was resting my head on his chest. For a moment, it felt like something couples do and then I fell asleep and woke up alone.

Quantum physics is easier to understand than this but I think we’re being mutually exclusive right now, so it’s almost dating.

I dunno. I don’t mind it anymore. It’s better than nothing.

Feb. 2/21

Dear Jane,

I’m absolutely miserable.

I’m still getting laid, but that’s not related. Correlation and causation or something.

Why is New York so dreary and when can everything just stop?

I don’t know. Winter is ending and now it’s in that awful transition phase between seasons and it’s mucky and rainy and disgusting. Tony got these limited edition ice cream flavours though so I’m gonna ask James if we can make milkshakes out of them or something.

He doesn’t like the muck either. That’s not really relevant, I guess.

Feb. 14/21

Dear Jane,

I got flowers and chocolate from the department because I think they can sense I’ve been in a bad mood since forever. Then, there was an anonymous delivery and inside was this gorgeous chain bracelet that matches the necklace sort of. I lied and told the department it was from Pepper.

What a wretched holiday.

Yours truly.

Feb. 18/21

Dear Jane,

Normally, when boys get their haircut, they look ugly for a day or two after.

Not James.

He got his hair cut shorter and he looks really good. Like unbelievably good. Short hair fits him just as much as long hair does.

No other observations.

Feb. 25/21

Dear Jane,

It was Morgan’s birthday party today. James came in one of those brown jackets with the sheepskin wool inside and he looked so good. We mainly stayed apart to prevent any dalliance because one does not disappear from the Madame Secretary’s birthday party and the team doesn’t really know what’s happening behind the scenes except for Nat and Tony, really.

I really wanted to kiss him in front of our friends. I caught him staring a few times, and every time, the smile seemed to vanish off his face.

I’m lying in bed and it feels pretty empty.

It occurs to me that I’ve been in love for a pretty long time and I’m not even in a relationship with the guy.

Energy could’ve been devoted to so many other things and I’d hate being in love if it weren’t for the fact that it’s James.

Again, love making me sappy and all that.

Feb. 28/21

Dear Jane,

Jane is such a common name. Some would call it plain yet it means gift from God.

I wonder if James knew that.

Mar. 10/21

Dear Jane,

It’s James’ birthday. Birthday sex is a requirement and a desire. I also got him a gift which is a pair of new black Timbs. I hope he likes them. I’m excited for cake, I guess. Morgan did my makeup but I’m gonna have to wipe it off for the small little party tonight.

I think, ordinarily, I’d be in knots because it’s James’ birthday and I love him and he’s my best friend, but I just don’t know. March is fairly boring and contemplative and rainy. Work is work. Helen Cho did a presentation on her Cradle technology. Very cool.

Mar. 20/21

Dear Jane,

It’s raining and doesn’t feel like spring. Alpine vomited on my bed a few days ago because he’s not feeling well. James and I took him to the vet and he’s on antibiotics. Poor boy. He’s sleeping in the corner of my room right now while James is away on a mission. I think I’ll just work from my room for a bit until he’s feeling better.

Nothing much to report, which is why I didn’t write anything. The month passed by too quickly. James should be back by the end of the month. I miss him and not because of the sex. No one else who doesn’t work for me or pays me listens to me ramble on their own free will. Talking to screens just isn’t the same.

April 1/21

James got back really early this morning and I, by tradition, was awake. I sort of wish I wasn’t though. In true April Fool’s tradition, I made fun of him for being a day late to which he genuinely apologized. I told him to shower and get to sleep but he was in that mood where you’re so exhausted you’re wide awake.

James suggested we make really strong cocktails for each other as a celebration for an extraction mission completed successfully.

Who am I to say no to celebrating?

He really likes grapefruit juice so I made a REALLY strong Grapefruit Paloma. He made this really interesting drink that was purple and tasted like oranges and cranberries. A lot of blue curacao was in it so it was pretty bitter but it hit like a fucking truck which is probably why I didn’t understand anything he said at first.

He told me he loved me.

I think, somehow, he managed to get drunk after the Grapefruit Paloma and two more bottles of vodka. Don’t ask me how because Steve NEVER gets drunk. Maybe HYDRA-brand serum is faulty? I don’t know.

I asked if he knew what date it was. He laughed really loudly, said no, realized, stuttered apologies and then said it again.

It was the most perfect sound in the world and it was the best moment in recent history.

Or, the sickest practical joke.

Consensus not yet reached.

April 2/21

Dear Jane,

I asked if he remembered what happened yesterday morning.

He did not.

Sickest practical joke confirmed.

April 9/21

Dear Jane,

I’ve been avoiding writing because I’ve felt a whole lot of nothing. Everything is abysmal and James’ confession is all I can think about. Tony’s on my ass about slipping and he has half the mind to put me on paid leave until I get my shit together, both as the head of the department and as an agent.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, all that garbage.

I wish I could live my whole life drunk and honest. Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this situation where I’m stuck in eternal limbo with my best friend whom I’m in love with. Minus the drunk part.

Duty demands I return to this weathered journal until it’s finished so we’ll see. I might be back this month. Maybe not.

May 1/21

Dear Jane,

It rained a lot in April so now the flowers are blooming early. April showers bring May flowers. Guess it has some merit to it.

Limbo sucks. Its inescapable nature, its terrible facade of everything seeming fine when it really isn’t.

Of course, James still makes me smile, but nothing seems really okay when I let myself stop for a second.

I’m going out with Steve to a charity thing tomorrow. Should be a few hours worth of not thinking and free booze. Oh, and James and I made out in one of the quinjets after dinner today.

Felt weird considering we aren’t a couple, but it happened spontaneously as that is the nature of our relationship, it appears.

The cause also happens to be the cure of melancholy. Weird.

May 6/21

Dear Jane,

For context, it’s 5:23AM.

Went for a walk in Madison Square and then Central Park with James yesterday, although in my head it’s still today. We met up with Nat for some training at the gym. Got a bit mobbed by fans and the paps who asked if we were dating like we’re the tabloid’s biggest scoop.

We weren’t even holding hands, but I guess it’s just another reason why we shouldn’t be TOGETHER together in public.

We had another deep stuff talk again in bed after the usual business. I wanted to ask what this is between us and if he’s pursuing other options, because I’m not and I wanted to know if I should, but I also didn’t want to ruin the vibe.

He was in a good mood today, and seeing as sometimes he has nightmares, I thought it was best I don’t ruin it. He thinks I don’t notice but how do I not notice? He’s my best friend.

I kissed his cheek when he got up to leave and he kissed me goodbye on the lips.

I guess that means something.

May 17/21

Dear Jane,

In a moment of complete boredom, I listened to Imagine Dragons’ new album. It wasn’t too bad, to be honest, but Sharon thought it could’ve been better. Whatever.

May 22/21

Dear Jane,

Ran into ex-Girlfriend today. She still has that whole sunshine thing going on still. We had coffee and she asked if I got together with James yet.

I choked on my coffee and nearly died on the spot.

That’s how I learned that James apparently broke it off softly and ex-Girlfriend had, very wisely and knowingly, said that he should chase the apple of his eye before I (the apple) rotted alone and forgotten at the trunk of the tree. Or, as any sane person would say (and ex-Girlfriend DID say), get picked from the tree by another hand.

She said it was quite obvious that I was in love with James even months ago. She also thanked me for being so nice, anyway, and that it must’ve been difficult. What a fucking SAINT.

I set her up with a date with Steve because they have the same energy, honestly, and that’s going down on the 26th barring any emergencies.

Call me Cupid, but I think I just constructed the perfect match made in heaven.

Mentioned this meeting to James minus the apple detail. He asked if she was doing okay, which she was, and seemed glad for that. Between kisses and his sneaking hand beneath the covers, he also asked if there was anything else. Not really much to say on that front.

June 3/21

Dear Jane,

It’s starting to dry up consistently, now. It’s getting warmer, too. Sam brought me flowers and told me to at least turn the air-con on if I was gonna be stuck in the lab all day. Oh, the simplicities of summer are hopefully returning. Got out early and hung out with Morgan at the park in the evening.

It’s nice to hang out with someone so blissfully unaware with the stupidity of love. All Morgan cares about is grass and buttercups she grabs from the ground. She doesn’t have to worry about how to tell the guy she’s in love with that she loves him.

Oh, didn’t you hear? Nat said I should just buck the fuck up and tell him.

And Nat is scary when not listened to.

Much to brainstorm about.

June 14/21

Dear Jane,

Just here to brainstorm some ideas for future Stark Industries projects and thought I’d preface it with a small diary entry. Nothing really happened. Work’s catching up for some reason and bad guys are acting up. I’ve pulled a few all nighters, not gonna lie.

Really tired, but in a good, productive way. Haven’t thought much on the James front. Gonna have to focus on that after everything calms down.

June 20/21

Dear Jane,

It’s officially summer and yet today was awful with only subtle hints of being okay.

So much for simplicity.

In the evening, I read on the hammock on the balcony. No one really bothered me except James, but he’s never a bother.

Steve and ex-Girlfriend (who will now be reidentified as Girlfriend) are pretty cute, and she meshes well with the group. There’s nothing really awkward between her, James, or me, so I guess two people’s summers are going well. Bully for them.

Didn’t really eat. Was too busy working. James got me dinner. Didn’t feel right and just kept working. This whole agreement between us has been very flexible but we really need to fit in a session soon.

I’ll make it work somehow.

June 22/21

Dear Jane,

I got my wish and didn’t at the same time. We spent the whole day in the sheets (very blissfully relaxing) and I, stupidly and with very little sleep, let it slip.

In less elegant terms, I told him I loved him. It felt very real and genuine and very-out-of-a-movie, but his reaction was less so.

What did I say? Allergic to intimacy.

He tried to play it off as best friends and even that was uncomfortable, but I, very seriously and very foolishly, corrected him that “no, James Buchanan Barnes, I am IN LOVE with you.”

He left a few minutes ago, saying something about heading down to the gym, but I know he’s just trying to avoid me.

God, how am I so stupid?

June 25/21

Dear Jane,

I haven’t seen James in a few days. I thought he was avoiding me but turns out he’s out of the country. Something about protection for whatever dignitary is travelling at the end of the month. I don’t know.

I wasn’t assigned to that op so the details weren’t shared liberally. Sam just said it’d be a while during the ambassador’s entire stay. High threat level which is why the Avengers were contracted.

I just hope he stays safe. I know he probably took off to take his mind off things, but I don’t know how he’s focusing when all I can think of is those three little words.

I love you.

Seems so fake the more I hear it in my head, but his reaction was so real that I think I might’ve just irreversibly messed things up.

July 12/21

Dear Jane,

It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. If future me finds this with blotted words, it’s because I am indeed crying while writing this.

James was medically evac’ed last night and transferred back to New York. Helen Cho was flown in from her medical conference in Minnesota where she was showcasing the newest version of the Cradle.

There was an assasination attempt and James is fucked up bad.

Holy shit, I’m so scared. I’ve never been so scared in my life. It’s like an invisible demon has my heart in his claw-like hands and he’s squeezing with all his might. I think my heart might explode.

I just want to hold his hand but he’s so high risk no one’s allowed to see him right now.

The waiting room is too quiet. Steve’s holding on to Girlfriend’s hand so hard I think her bones are broken but she’s taking it like a champ. Nat’s pacing, slowly patting a sleeping Morgan who she’s carrying. Sam and Tony are talking about stuff.

It’s too quiet.

I’m so scared.

July 13/21

They got him into the Cradle. Thank God. I think I might cry some more out of relief, but he was conscious for a few minutes earlier and he’s stable now.

It’s really late at night but they extended privileges to me to stay with him so I’m just sitting here, writing. Listening to the Cradle do its thing and the monitors do theirs.

When he was conscious, I was with him. He said some stuff under his breath but the one thing I could make out was “I’m an idiot.”

Granted, he’s right. It was supposed to be Steve or Tony on that mission. You know, people with more defense op experience, but he had to go out and volunteer himself.

I feel sort of guilty.

It’s partially my fault, isn’t it?

I think I’ll try to tuck in for tonight. I wanna be awake when he wakes up, too.

July 14/21

Dear Jane,

James woke up today. He’s still in the Cradle (lots of internal damage spread throughout the body) but he’s conscious. He saw me and immediately tried to sit up which was sweet, but when he couldn’t, he just told me to come closer and then told me that he loved me.

I called him an idiot for running away. I told him he really scared me. I told him that I loved him so fucking much. I told him that I feel so guilty and he just held my face and said that it will never be my fault.

He’s so fucking romantic, even when he’s lying down with a wound being stitched closed live in front of my eyes.

Oh, and he kissed me. I don’t think I noticed how much I actually missed him until that moment.

I don’t know how to describe the feeling in my chest. It’s a mixture between super happy and super scared and super, super warm inside. Summer might be looking up.

July 18/21

Dear Jane,

We got home today. James is staying in my room. The team doesn’t say anything about it. We’re best friends, after all, but I think they’ve known for a long time that there’s something more. Some of them are just too polite to say so.

I won’t have much time to write over the next couple of days. James has to be kept on a strict, extremely healthy diet and medicine regime.

I don’t care. I’m just glad he’s home.

He’s kissing me a lot more, now. Alpine likes the fact that his two humans are now in the same room. He purrs so loudly, I can hear him from where he’s dozing, curled up underneath James’ chin. He (James) is resting after his second round of antibiotics for the day while I work from my room, and sometimes I catch myself looking back just to make sure he’s okay.

I’m going to go kiss him now.

Be right back.

July 21/21

Dear Jane,

It’s almost Nat’s birthday (the 26th). Super exciting. James is back on solids and I’m helping him around with walking. Even with the Cradle and the healing factor, he’s still super banged up, so it’s better safe than sorry.

We had a really long talk about love and stuff. It’s good to finally have it out in the open. It was mostly me talking about my side of things and he just nodded a lot. I know he was listening though.

We also kissed a lot, like seventeen year old couples who are heavy on the PDA, but within the privacy of my room. I dunno. I like the heat of his arms and the way he kisses the shell of my ear when he’s bored or it’s a commercial break.

It feels very natural.

I am very much in love with him.

I tell him that and he always looks skeptical, but whatever. He doesn’t have to say it back (I tell him that there’s no pressure) and he’ll get it through his thick skull eventually that he’s now stuck with me.

July 25/21

Dear Jane,

We made cookies in the early AM as tradition for the party tomorrow and I told him that I love him (again, but this time he didn’t run, nor has he the past few times. Fantastic).

While the cookies were baking, he explained everything on his side of the story: how he was scared to be vulnerable, how opening up to me is just different and new and scary and I get it. I really do. I know how it feels to think you don’t deserve good things and sabotage feels like the only way to save everyone from hurt.

He smiled a lot more after that. I guess he’s just glad I get it.

One day, I’ll successfully convince James that he deserves everything good this world has to offer.

Until then, I’ll just keep trying.

P.S. He said, with less hesitation than the first time, that he loves me, too. Best. Day. Ever.

P.P.S. The cookies are so good and I want to devour them all. I could barely stop James from eating all of them. Again: Best. Day. Ever.

July 26/21

Dear Jane,

In summary of today:

Happy birthday, Natasha.

James has been given the clear bill of health which is exciting. Also, I asked him about the Jane and gift of God thing.

He knew. “Intuition” and all that. He also said I looked “like a royal dame” in my swimsuit. Smug idiot just trying to be charming.

I love him and that’s the only reason it works.

Back to the festivities.

July 27/21

Dear Jane,

Good morning to you and to James who’s still in my bed at a ripe 6:23AM, fast asleep.

Progress. Now, back to sleep.

July 27/21

Dear Jane,

It’s now 9:49AM and James greeted me with orange juice and waffles. He said I was cute when I slept. Creep.

He also said he tried so many times to stay in my bed after, before we were like we are now, but he never could, and now he’s upset that he missed out on my cute sleeping/waking up for the day face every time he did so.

He is exceptionally cute when he’s pouting.

I think we’re officially boyfriend-girlfriend, but we’ll work out the semantics on that later. For now, it’s another summer day together. He suggested Chinese takeout for dinner because I have to go dip back into the lab later today to check on some samples.

I agreed and he kissed me in promise like it was our “thing.” I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

Massive progress.

July 28/21

Dear Jane,

He told me I was the only one for him.

Also, he kissed me in front of our friends for the first time. Natasha yelled “FINALLY” and pushed us into the pool. Sam laughed and then I grabbed him and threw him into the pool. Ensuing: a water fight for the ages.

For a day: 10/10

July 31/21

Hey Jane,

I think I’m happy.

I’m sorry I ever doubted the effects of writing down my feelings.

James has a romantic trip to uptown planned for our first date and he said it’ll take the whole day so I thought I’d get this entry in the morning. I dunno. It’s really early and the happy thought was the first thing that came to my head.

Weird, but it’s a good weird.

See you in a bit.

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 127

Annnnd a-one, and a-two, and a queue-queue-queue!

This chapter has one of my favorite things in the world to write - Interpersonal relationships (if you are surprised, I’m going to assume you are new here....).

Specifically, one of my biggest pet-peeves is when friends or siblings are written in a way that shows that the author doesn’t actually have any friends or siblings they are close enough to that all rules of societal politeness go whizzing into some far-off dimension as soon as they are in proximity.

When I get to write a chapter with such close friends/ersatz-siblings and also have @baelpenrose cackling and egging me on, it literally makes my whole day.

P.S: If anyone has wondered about the ages of the characters, several are clearly lined out in this chapter......

EDIT: Fixed some insane formatting issues.

“The food festival, Sophia? Really?” an incredulous voice asked before the door to my office even opened all the way.

I resisted the urge to scream, but did surrender to pinching the bridge of my nose and breathing slowly. “Hello, Arthur. Do come in. Long time no see. Of course I’m not busy…” My one day each week to have a few hours to myself - no mentees, no assistant, even Tyche was off work….

“We saw each other last night when I came over for dinner after sparring with Conor, and you’re never busy on Saturdays, Alistair makes sure of it.” He dragged a chair in front of my desk for what I felt was the sole purpose of putting his boots on my desk instead of the conference table.

“I thought you two didn’t even like each other, how did you - “

He waved a hand dismissively. “Enemy of my best friend’s enemy is my friend, that sort of thing. Anyway - “

“Did you just call me my own worst - “

“You are, let’s not pretend otherwise. Anyway.” Arthur arched an eyebrow at me and waited for any further objections, but I couldn’t think of any. “The Food Festival. It’s my one favorite tradition on this ship until armed combat becomes a spectator sport, and you are putting Parvati and Hannah in charge of it?”

After a beat pause to make sure he was done, I glared at him. “Everyone has asked me that, and I don’t understand the issue. They’ve both helped in the past, even before they started training to replace me. I’ve handed more and more off to them each time, and they did great! Plus, they have three months, it will be fi - Wait, why do you even care, Arthur?”

He held up one finger with the authority of a deity who would have smited me if he could. “One, Parvati Fletcher does not like mapo tofu. You do. Specifically, you like it from that one vendor who grows her own Sichuan peppercorns and uses them like they are an infinite resource. Two, I spend entirely too much time working with Zach Khan, and he won’t shut up about how stressed Hannah is. Three - “ I was seriously starting to get concerned he actually could smite me at this point - “As much as I love you in the most platonic way possible, you are an obsessive, compulsive perfectionist who insists on doing everything herself and running herself into the ground so that everyone else has the time of their lives. So why are you trusting this, the largest and oldest event on the Ark, entirely to other people?” Dropping his boots from the desk, he leaned forward, palms down until we were nearly nose to nose.

“Sophia Reid, I swear on any god I can kill if you are dying…”

“WHAT!?” I squawked, jerking back and standing so fast I knocked my chair over. “For the love of little fish, I’m not dying! I haven’t had a near death experience in four years, thank you.”

“Three, not counting the fact that there is a reason Alistair makes you drink anything through a straw anymore.”

“How did - Nevermind.” I shook my head and tried to focus on the topic at hand. “No, I’m not dying. Nor am I injured, having a midlife crisis, rethinking my life choices any more than I ever do, or so much as in possession of a stuffy nose.” Taking a deep breath, I rolled my eyes and started counting off before I could stop myself. “Conor and Maverick and I are fine. No, I’m not arguing with Tyche again. Yes, I’m still going to therapy. Else is fine. No new sentient plagues or rogue cult leaders that I’m aware of. Nor have I become immortal, queen of the universe, savior of humanity, pregnant by Noah, or possessed.” Carefully, I picked my chair back up and sat down.

“Good...to… know?” He gave me a funny look. “Who asked the most disturbing one?”

“Immortal or Savior of Humanity?” I asked for clarification. “Those were Maverick and Derek, respectively.”

The look only got worse. “I meant ‘pregnant by Noah’, but fascinating to see where your priorities lie….?”

“Oh. That was Charly.”

“Dammit,” he swore softly. “I had her pegged for ‘possessed’.”

“I’m pretty sure she is, but the suggestion that I am came from Tyche, on no fewer than 3 occasions, by 4 different entities. She seemed pretty hopeful that Else was potentially mind-controlling me in an effort to make me take a nap,” I admitted.

“That tracks.” A nod of approval prefaced the question I had been avoiding - successfully, thus far, I might add. “Now that you’ve ruled out every possible plausible reason that you would entrust this to literally anyone other than a clone of yourself, why?”

“Why what?” My face was composed in an expression of innocence so convincing that I probably deserved an Oscar.

“I can and will convince Charly to turn all your coffee to decaf, so help me, Sophia.”

Realizing that he was, legitimately, worried about me and at the limits of his usually-impressive patience, I held up my hands in surrender. “Fine. You get the scoop. Please record this and send me the loop, so I can just flick it at people who ask, please?” When he nodded, I exhaled slowly. “It is no secret to anyone that I never wanted this job. I made the mistake of establishing the Food Festival, which as you point out is the largest event of the cycle on the Ark - the last three years, literally everyone attended in some capacity.” When he opened his mouth to argue, I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t get me wrong. I love the Festival. What basically started out as a potluck because we were homesick and needed to meet - you know, the rest of humanity - is a huge, three day holiday. It’s amazing!” I spun in my chair, arms flung wide for emphasis, before stopping to face him.

“It also consumes my life, for months, to prepare for. And that’s just implementing changes to make it more accessible so people don’t miss out! That doesn’t include adding things to make it more interesting or keep it from getting boring, or whatever. I literally don’t have time to do any of that!”

“So, you’re inflicting this on them instead?”

“Inflicting?” I snorted. “Hardly. This is their final exam, their capstone project, their dissertation. If they pull this off, I will gladly hand the entire office over to whoever is elected, cheerfully and knowing the Ark is in good hands. But, they have to pull this off. It’s the only major part of being Councilor of Resources and Relations that they haven’t done yet by themselves.”

He rubbed his face, looking somewhat impressed. “That’s honestly not what I was expecting.”

“I don’t think it ever is, honestly.” I shrugged at the question he glanced towards me. “For Evan, it was coordinating the weapons exhibitions. Charly managed to pre-empt her own by designing more efficient aqueducts and filtration for when we reach Von - you know, the ones that also produce light?”

“Of course she would invent glow-in-the-dark plumbing. Who else?” Something caught up with him. “Evania Josue got away with planning an event? Seriously?”

“Oh, that’s right… you weren’t on Level One…” I murmured. When he only looked more confused, I clarified. “She was Maverick’s co-pilot when we needed people to pilot the Ark, which was not designed to pilot manually, via dead reckoning, using cameras pointed out the few viewports we have, for several weeks after the sensors were sabotaged.”

“She was whose co-pilot?”

“You really never heard this story? You practically live with seven people who were there…”

“Usually I get the bits about ‘Sophia nearly got her brains bashed out’ and ‘that traitorous bitch’, then start tuning out while I try to decide what it would take to get Charly to teach me necromancy… If Evan was the co-pilot, then why is Maverick….”

“Not in line to replace any Councilors? Arthur, we know that would be a disaster for him.”

He nodded reluctantly. “Your younger partner is a nice boy.”

“For fuck’s sake, he’s thirty seven!” I groaned.

“Nice man, whatever,” he waved off. “Which is exactly what I would like for you as a partner. You need nice partners, and blunt siblings. But I see what you mean about him being a Councilor… he’d be miserable.”

“What was yours?” I asked mischievously, dropping my chin onto my hands.

That earned me a flat stare, until he finally surrendered when I didn’t flinch. “The Twentieth/Early Twenty First History curriculum.”

“Seriously?” That had literally been the first thing he had done when Eino tapped him as a possible successor.

“I didn’t budge on points even he admitted he would have, out of fear of offending people.”

“Which is a fear you very much lack,” I pointed out.

“The truth is the truth. Coating it in sugar only makes it taste worse.” He shrugged nonchalantly before suddenly looking dangerously like he was thinking again. “There’s two of them.”

“Yes, Arthur. Hanna and Paravati are, in fact, two distinct and separate women-type-lady-people.”

“Thank you, Fee, I was well aware.” I suppressed a growl at the nickname - he knew I hated it. “I meant, only one can win the election, smartass.”

“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass,” I muttered.

“Sophia, you are forty five. Please grow up just a hair?”

“Tyche doesn’t want to be HR forever, you know.”

That brought his mind to a visibly screeching halt. “Wait, what?”

“What what?” I asked. “She does it because she is phenomenal at it, but it isn’t her passion. She only stuck around as long as she did to make sure I didn’t trip over a chair and brain myself while I was at work. When I’m gone, she’s gone, loser take the spoils.”

He whistled softly before shaking his head. “It’s bizarre to think of you two retiring around the same time I’m just starting the position.”

“I’ll have been a Councilor for a decade when I step down,” I pointed out. I almost included unless I die first, but that never seemed to be as funny as I thought it was.

“But you aren’t that much older than me,” he sighed dramatically. “Anti-aging technology is frustrating.”

“Annnnd this is a natural extension of your career, with a ten year break thereabouts the middle.” My grin was so bright it made him scowl before I finally got a begrudging smile. “Think of it as getting elected head of the school board.”

The groan he let out probably echoed for several levels throughout the ship. I had basically just pointed out that he was becoming that which he most hated.

Or not. He seemed to recover with a gleam in his eye. “Pfft. Dean of Students, at the very least.”

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doginshoe · 4 years

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What You’d Do To Me Tonight

summary: Lucy had been in a blooming high school romance, but now that the love has wilted between her and her husband, she searches for a solace. However, she finds it in an already broken man that manages to set her alight in more ways then one. When her secrets spill, she finds her world begins to crumble from beneath her feet as the two men in her life torture her already broken heart.

tw: blood, some mention of abuse

thank you to @bmarvels for always editing through these! You are amazing and ily

tag who I think wanted more?: @shadyhydrathesnekqueen @lovelyluce @trollka21 @sobatsu @millennial-star-gazer @celestialspiritqueen @loveandlucky @yogicturtle @mautrino @sereniii @celestialtitania @otaku-daydreamer-4673 @theweiszguy @samanthaa-leanne @sleepy-space-dragon @sevenlaila @albinoclifford @darkwingpegasus21 @i-live-off-pina-coladas @mushi9

Chapter 7. 7800 wordish. I worked tirelessly to try and make this perfect so I hope everyone likes it. For @lovelyluce because she deserves this update.

Happy 1 year anniversary for wydtmt loves <3

11:57pm.

Natsu was tired. He had barely slept, only nodding off on the couch for an hour the night prior until he had so graciously woken up after he had tumbled to the floor. He had sworn something very colourful and loud as he cradled his head and readjusted himself on the sofa. It wasn’t the worst way he had woken up, but it had certainly left him in a sour mood that wasn’t helped by how worn out he felt.

It was his own fault for not sleeping, he had spent the majority of the evening lighting up cigarette after cigarette and pouring glasses of scotch on the rocks. Natsu didn’t usually smoke inside the house unless he was lazy and had cracked a window open, his own personal rule alongside not smoking in front of kids, the elderly or pregnant women. Yet, he made an exception that he had paid for in the morning when he had to leave all his windows open to let the house air out from the smell that had become trapped inside.

He just hadn’t wanted to go out on his porch, or anywhere really, and he had to tap into bad habits that he didn’t think he would have been going back to anytime soon. Though, Natsu had to admit that he was still awesome at getting so fucked that everything melted away.

It had been a long day to say the least and yet, he couldn’t seem to find it in him to close his eyes as he stared up at his cracked ceiling. He’d resigned himself back to his small couch, sinking into the old cushions as his feet hung off the arm rest. His stomach felt twisted and no matter how he moved, he couldn’t get comfortable, but there was no way that he was going to sleep in his own bed - the sheets still smelled like her after all.

He blamed that on how much perfume she always wore - his nose twitching as he grimaced at the thought of it. Her neck was always saturated in a spray of something sweet and floral, combined with a fruity lip gloss and a strawberry shampoo that lingered in her blonde hair. It had soaked into his pillow and the left side of his bed that had become a reserved spot for her.

It shouldn’t have been. It was just meant to be casual sex, but he had fucked that rule up. He wasn’t meant to have become so attached. He wasn’t attached. It wasn’t anything more than a long term hookup. He knew that and yet -

Natsu sat up, scrubbing at his eyes as he sighed. He wasn’t meant to be thinking about her, he scolded himself.

There was a kink in his neck and he rolled his shoulders to ease the build of tension caught in his back. He had worked a double shift at the bar. Not that he was meant to be in today, but he needed the distraction as he swapped hours with Elfman. At least to stop him from reaching for his cigarettes again and again. Though Gray had sent him home before close with a pat on his back, dark brooding eyes filled with a hint of concern as he offered him the only advice that he probably knew in a situation like this.

“You need to rest.”

The underlying words rang out in Natsu’s head as his friend kept his hand on him for a moment longer.

“Forget about her.”

Natsu reached for the pack on the coffee table, fingers flicking open the cardboard box to find it empty. It was just his luck that he had run out, the need to suck on nicotine causing his eyebrow to twitch as the stress continued to build. He threw it, the cigarette packet not going far as it settled on the floor. His hands tangled through his pink hair, making it stick up in all directions, until finally he dropped his shoulders.

He let out a groan. “Fuck this.”

He stood, grabbing onto a water bottle as he settled to sleep in his own bed - even if he had to ditch the sheets for the night. Natsu didn’t really care either way since he usually slept on top of the blankets, or only used the thin sheet. It crossed his mind to hit up the twenty four hour service station for a new pack, but he needed to get some rest. Not to mention that he was supposed to be quitting, but he had made that promise before.

Natsu was just about to turn off the lamp, fingers cradling the switch, when he heard it.

The tap at the door was soft, hitting once before pausing and then a slightly louder rap on the wood. He left the lamp on, the only light managing to give enough visibility in his small living area as he let out another sigh, beginning to walk towards the door and called out to whoever was on the other side.

“Who is it?”

Natsu took a quick chug of his water before leaving the rest on the kitchen bench. There was an annoying irk in his stomach that told him it was probably Gray, the bastard swinging by after work to do some one on one comforting bullshit that involved drinking. He was already coming up with an excuse. Natsu wasn’t bothered and he didn’t need ‘alcohol therapy.’ Not when he had already given himself a good dose the night before. The thought of it already leaving an off taste in his mouth, or maybe that was the withdrawal from his smokes. He shrugged it off, nearly halfway to the door when he heard it.

There was a soft whimper followed by sniffles and a shaky exhale, “N-Natsu..” He froze, tensing as he recognised the weak voice through the door that he would’ve missed if it weren’t for his sensitive hearing. Not that his mind was letting him forget just who it belonged to, or how it sounded when it was breaking. “It’s me... It… I-It’s Lucy.”

She was here.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he swallowed his tongue instead as his legs felt like jelly and he leaned back to catch himself on the couch. It felt as though he had been knocked back, chest light as the air seemed to leave him all at once. His stomach was twisting itself in knots, binding itself together and sinking to the floor as a wave of nerves washed over him. If he thought before that he could go without a drag tonight, then Natsu was dead wrong now.

He wanted to puke. No, that was an understatement - what he wanted to do was rip his front door off its hinges so he could see her and scream or cry, maybe both? Natsu wasn’t really sure anymore. He felt suffocated like there wasn’t enough room in the house, which was ridiculous considering the little furniture he kept around. There wasn’t enough space for him to think and his knuckles were turning white as he gripped onto the couch.

“...N-Natsu?”

There it was again, her raspy voice calling him and Natsu brought a hand to his face, fist rubbing at his eyes as he tried to pull himself together to begin getting a reply out. It sounded like she was struggling to breathe, her whispers through the door even straining his ears and it hurt. His heart felt like it was breaking as it thumped against his ribs and there was the urge to forget what he had learned the last time he saw her - to let her in.

“Please… C-Could you… open the door.” Lucy wobbled slightly. Her breathing was heavy, barely keeping herself standing. The exhaustion was beginning to wash over her now that she was here and she was struggling to form words and her shoulders slumped. She felt cold, the beginnings of aches and pains spreading across her body as she shivered, but she continued to try her best to speak - to reach him. It was the only thing her brain was telling her to do.

Safety.

Natsu swallowed, taking in a breath before he readjusted himself. “Lucy I-” He hated how strained he sounded, just barely holding it together. Natsu couldn’t stand it. He cleared his throat as he started again, pulling himself up but not letting go of the couch. “I… I can’t do that.” He took a deep breath. “Lucy, you shouldn’t be here.”

She winced, bottom lip wobbling as she struggled to keep it together. “I… I have nowhere else to go.” She gasped for breath, taking a long pause that shouldn't have been there, before Lucy was reaching out to him again. “P-Please.”

He bit back a groan, feeling his emotions at war in his mind. There was too much weight on his shoulders and he didn’t feel like doing this right now. Natsu was exhausted and as much as the pathetic side of him soared at the thought that she had showed up here to… Well he didn’t know, but if he knew Lucy at all then he was sure that there was an apology waiting at the tip of her tongue as soon as he opened that door.

She was too soft for her own good. Natsu sneered, even if she had been a homewrecking bitch.

Natsu cleared his throat. “You can go home, Lucy. Come on, it’s late and we aren’t gonna do this tonight. Not any night.” His dark eyes found the floor, his chest burning as he tightened his hand into a fist. “Not... Not ever.”

“Natsu,” She was pleading with him, “I- I can’t. Please!” The blonde stumbled forward, biting back the feeling of dread wrapping around her heart and pooling in her gut. “I… I know how I-” Lucy sucked in a breath. “I n-need you now.”

“Please.” He turned to the door as he pulled himself away from the couch, the thought that she was so close making his head feel fuzzy as he pushed past her words that he knew he couldn’t dwell on. “Ya know that we can’t do this. I-” Natsu bit his lip, cursing underneath his breath as he walked to the door. She was right behind such a flimsy piece of wood, which he knew because he had broken the damn thing too many times to count. It just wasn’t fair that if he opened it then he would be face to face with her again, the tears probably fucking with his heart just like they had the first time. Natsu couldn’t do that.

He pressed his forehead against the wood. It was cool on his skin and he allowed himself to take in a much needed breath before he spoke again, his voice low. “I’m going to sleep, Lucy. Please… Just leave.”

“But there’s…” She hiccuped, more tears gathering in her eyes as he continued to turn her away. There was no way she could go anywhere else. He was the last place that she could turn to. “T-There’s nowhere else that I-”

“Lucy, I’m begging you.”

He couldn’t do this.

“N-Natsu, please... listen to me!”

She was desperate.

Natsu sighed. “You don’t have to say anything to me, Lucy. You don’t have to tell me you’re sorry.” He paused. “I get it. There’s nothing left for us to talk about, okay?”

His chest felt empty as he admitted it outloud, voice hollow of all emotion. It hurt. It hurt knowing that this was happening all over again. Natsu didn’t want to believe it. He had let himself slip again, to trust and now look where he got himself. He was too tired to waste any more energy on something that just wasn’t for him. He wasn’t meant for love.

Lucy wrapped her arms tighter around herself. His words were like a knife driven in her chest, but she knew she deserved it. She deserved a lot of things. Lucy didn’t even know why she was here, why she had come to someone that didn’t deserve this. Yet, her feet stayed planted in place and the tears stung at her eyes as she swallowed down a strained cry.

“I know that. I-I do.” She whimpered. “I… I never meant for this to happen.” Lucy sucked in another breath, cooling the rawness of her throat. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to be.”

“Lucy,” he warned, fists tightening by his side.

“You… You said I could tell you anything. So p-please.” Her heart poured everything into her words, voice cracking as she looked at the wood, wishing that she was looking into his eyes instead. “Let me.”

Natsu steeled himself. Her jab was low and he knew it. Though, he couldn’t help the sinking in his gut or how he felt his throat constrict. He was never good with emotions and he hated the feelings that were washing over him now. It was difficult to understand, even harder for him to feel - the betrayal of a spark that was quickly dampened by the overwhelming rains of mistrust. As much as part of him wanted to hope and to give second chances. Especially for her. Lucy had been the touch of calmness to the raging inferno inside him. He hadn’t felt that kind of way in a long time and yet… He knew the answer he had to give her.

“No.”

The word felt thick on his tongue, barely pushing it past as his eyes became wet, but he meant it. He did. Even though his heart was breaking, the weight crushing onto his chest as he stilled - becoming frozen in place against the door.

“I... “ Lucy struggled to breathe, the world stopping around her. It was a simple answer, yet it caused an immeasurable amount of panic that washed over her. Her nails bit down into the flesh of her arms and her lips curled downwards as the tears started. The same pain of when he had walked away from her was filling her up, coiling around each part of her body as she threatened to fall to the ground.

As soon as the first sob left her lips, she could no longer stop.

He had to close his eyes when he heard the sharp intake of breath, the muffled cry that seemed to be torn from her throat before she coughed. Yet, it was strained and guttural before she choked, her tears finally spilling over and Natsu used everything he had to tear himself away from the door.

He barely took two steps before he turned back, pulling in his bottom lip. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing. This was the right choice, he felt it in his gut, but why did it send a shooting pain through him? Why couldn’t he walk away? He threw his hands into the air, before they pulled tightly at his pink locks and the sound of her breathing becoming erratic on the other side of the door was only pushing him to do something stupid.

He knew that he hurt her, but she would get over it. Natsu knew she would. She would go home, curl up into her husband's side and be happy whilst he kept himself here. Alone. That was just how it was, even though the thought had his blood boiling and made it hard for him to breathe. This was what he had to do.

Ending it here was good for the both of them.

“I really… I-I,” She sobbed, taking in short shuddering breaths that shook her shoulders. “I can’t go back. I w-won’t, please.” Lucy’s voice was getting louder as she continued to speak, words a rambling mess. “You do-don’t… un… understand. He… Natsu. I can’t go back to him. There’s nothing left! Please.”

He grit his teeth, grinding them together. The image of her face, when he had walked out on her, was at the forefront of his mind. Though, it never really left. The way she had looked, it made him restless and Natsu had been doing everything he could to stop feeling the guilt that was eating at him, the care, the need to be there for her. He wasn’t meant to care. This was entirely bullshit. Lucy was…

“I… I’m so sorry. I-I had no…” She sobbed, “Where else to go. And-”

Her tears grated on his will. Listening to her strained sobs was torture and he begged himself to move. He didn’t understand what she was talking about. This didn’t make any sense. She shouldn’t even be here.

Lucy was right - he didn’t understand.

He didn’t get why she would see someone else. Someone like him when she had a nice house, a good job, someone to come home to every night. Why did she waste her time? And why was she so upset? He was the one meant to be hurt. He was the one she had lied to. Lucy had waltz into his shitty fucking life and turned it on its head, spruced up his entire routine by just existing cause god, he wanted to see her smile more. It was a constant pull and then she had taken everything right from under him and left him grasping at short straws trying to find an answer.

She knew what she was doing and so she didn’t have the right to be hurt. To come here and ask for him, because he knew that he would open that door. No matter how hard he tried, lied through his fucking teeth and took a stand. He was going to open it and it was just a matter of time because Natsu was stupid. He had too much hope that wouldn’t kick the bucket no matter how much he put on a front.

“I… I don’t know what to do.” Lucy hiccuped, her face turned down as she shook her head. “You’re the only person that… t-that I know.” She could hardly breathe, her cries spilling before she could stop them. Her nails were piercing her skin and she could only continue falling apart.

Natsu couldn’t take it anymore. He had enough. She had no right to do this to him.

With one stride he was back at the door, swinging it open as he gripped the handle so tightly that it felt like it would come off. His shoulders were shaking and he ignored how his fingers were trembling as he inhaled sharply, eyebrows drawing in as he finally stood in front of her with all the pain he was feeling written across his face.

“Lucy! I told you-”

He felt his heart stop. His eyes blown wide, mouth falling open as the words died in his throat and his fierce hold on the doorknob dropped. Everything that he was going to say to her left, his thoughts halting as he stared down at her, bloodshot brown eyes full of fresh tears as she was sobbing in front of him.

Though it wasn’t her tears that had hit him like a punch in the gut. There was blood, dripping from her hairline and down the side of her face - some of it dried into mats in her blonde locks. Her shirt, the same one he had last seen her in, was ripped, her small arms desperately clinging to her chest in an attempt to cover the skin that it exposed as she hugged herself. Yet, that wasn’t what had him struggling to comprehend as the shock kept him rooted in place, fear beginning to well up in his chest as he took her in. It was the angry scarlet marks that littered her pale skin, deep purple bruises already beginning to form in the shape of fingers around her arms, wrist and neck. That was what attracted his attention the most - the red raw skin of her throat, the small scratches and drops of blood that was splattered across her chest, then the hands that were burned into the skin with violet prints.

He could barely choke out her name before she was collapsing into him.

Natsu stepped forward immediately, catching her and bringing her into his chest. She was shaking, her whimpers muffled in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt empty, barely able to form a sentence as he continued to stare at where she had once been, now only looking into the dark street. Her car wasn’t even here.

“Lu… cy?” His heart kicked into gear as he swallowed. “Lucy?”

She only shook her head, words muffled into his chest as her fingers now found his shirt and she held onto him desperately whilst he moved his body so that he could hold her up - to keep her stable against him.

Lucy sobbed, “Please… P-Please let me in. I-I can’t. I don’t have anywhere else, N… Natsu. I’m so… s-s-sorry.”

It was like ice had been dropped down his back, his hands instinctively tightening around her smaller form as he looked down at the top of her head. “Lucy, what… what happened?”

The blonde only continued to shake, holding onto him for dear life. Her knees were weak, unable to support herself as all her weight leaned on him. Safety. She was safe, the one thought continuing to run through her mind as she revelled in the warmth of his body and sunk into the arms wrapped around her.

“I-I. Just how? Lucy, are you…” He was frantic, tripping over his own thoughts. Every emotion had left him, the shock taking over to replace his senses as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. His eyes came away from her form, an urge to reassess his surroundings kicking in as he looked for a threat, but he saw none. Only the same street that he had become familiar with after years of living here. It put him on edge and he pulled Lucy closer as the need to bring her inside heightened.

Natsu shuffled himself down to lift her up, cradling her close to himself as he took care to adjust her in his arms. He tried his hardest not to lose his balance, but his anxiety was through the roof, hands coming to pry her fingers from his shirt as he settled her on the couch.

She wrapped her hands back around her waist.

He pulled his hands through his hair, eyes flicking from Lucy to around the room. “God, where is my fucking phone.” He had to call the police, or an ambulance. Hell, his blood was beginning to boil as his mind began registering that someone had hurt her. That they had hurt Lucy. He gnashed his teeth together, fear and anger beginning to raise an array of emotions within him as he searched the coffee table with shaking hands.

Natsu nearly flipped it over when it wasn’t there.

“For fuck sakes,” He tried to calm himself down, but his stress was beginning to peak. Pulling a hand up, he rubbed the creases forming on his forehead before he turned to Lucy and crouched down in front of her. “Luce, you need to tell me what happened. We have the call the police if the person who-”

“No… Please don’t.” She shook her head, not meeting his gaze. “I just.” her voice was barely above a whisper, strained and weak as she reached for his hand, holding him close to her. “I just want to stay here… for n-now. I-If that's okay.”

The refusal was on the tip of his tongue, mouth open until she brought her eyes up to his. She looked broken. Not cracked, or torn. Just broken, as if someone had split her seamlessly in two. Lucy was exhausted, and he knew that bringing the authorities would only bring an added stress to her. Natsu had his fair share of run ins to know that it wasn’t easy.

Yet, he felt inadequate as he knelt in front of her. There had to be something that he could do for her, especially since he wasn’t there to fucking help her when he should’ve been.

“Please, Natsu.” She asked after his silence.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Okay.” He tightened his grip on her hand before he stood up. “I’ll be right back. Let me just…”

He didn’t finish his sentence as he walked off. There were a thousand thoughts rushing through Natsu as he took a moment, trying to take in as much air as he could. His hands were shaking, body humming with energy - the need to do something as he started pulling open cupboard doors, clattering utensils together and taking out a bowl to fill it with hot water.

He jogged to the bathroom, eyes flicking around every which way as he bounced around the walls to rummage through the bottom draw and hoping he had something left in his first aid box and that he hadn’t used up all the shit inside it, but he wasn’t making it easy for himself.

Natsu was a mess, his unsteady hands trying to quickly gather up the sprawled out contents. He wasn’t sure what he was meant to do in this situation. He was still trying to absorb it all, that Lucy was sitting in his living room looking like she had been hit by a fucking car, or something. Natsu hadn’t expected her to show up covered in blood, he hadn’t expected her to show up at all. They were meant to be finished and so why the fuck did she turn up here. Didn’t she have a husband to -

He didn’t get to finish that thought before he dropped the container onto the tiles.

“Fuck,” he hissed, bending down to pick up the contents once again before he stood. “Fucking hell.” Natsu put the first aid box down, turning on the tap and splashing cold water onto his face. He spat into the sink, grabbing a hand towel to roughly dry the water off before he was looking directly at himself in the mirror.

God, he needed a cigarette.

He bit the inside of his cheek. Natsu had to get a hold of himself. This was too much. He was too much. Whatever was going through his mind right now he had to switch it off, his lungs heaving in deep breaths as he tried to keep himself calm. He tried to focus, pushing down the shock that had seemed to paralyse his senses as he concentrated and among the disarray there was one thought that managed to throw itself apart from the others.

Keep her safe.

As he locked eyes with himself he nodded, pulling himself back from gripping onto the cabinet as he smoothed out his breathing. Now wasn’t the time to freak out. Lucy needed him, she had even asked him herself. He had to let everything go, making sure she was okay was his first priority.

Natsu pulled a hand through his hair again before he came back out, throwing a clean towel over his shoulder as he grabbed the bowl of hot water with the small medicine box under his arm and walked back to Lucy.

She hadn’t moved from where she was in the few minutes he left her, not even an inch. Her shoulders were still shaking, but her tears had lessened - only small cries leaving her lips as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and kept her arms wrapped around herself. Lucy flicked her eyes up as he pushed everything off the coffee table, setting down the contents in his hands that he thought he would need as he kneeled in front of her again.

Natsu’s face was grim as he eased his gaze over her injuries again, mouth set into a hard line as he soaked the towel and wrung it of any excess water. “Let me know if this is too hot for ya,” He spoke - his voice carrying a heavy weight in his almost silent house. Yet, Lucy didn’t answer him and he only paused for a second, eyes flicking up to her own for any sign for him to stop, before he began wiping up the blood.

He softly grabbed onto one of her hands first, easing it away from her body like handling fragile glass. There was only a moment of hesitance from her, but soon she let him slip his fingers into her own as he pulled it closer to himself. His skin ghosted over her own, hesitant to linger anywhere too long as he cleaned her fingers tips and up her arm. His dark eyes kept flicking up to the cuts and the bruises, but he knew he had to ease her into it - he could leave them a little while longer.

A thick tension settled in the room. Neither of them spoke as he kept at his task, working in the minimal glow from his lamp as the shadows made the wounds look angrier against her pale skin, more violent, and Natsu had to stop his lips from twitching downwards as he moved to her face.

Lucy flinched away and he stopped, hand outstretched to her. He tried to find her gaze, but she hung her head and refused to meet his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “You can… You can keep going.”

Natsu nodded even though she couldn’t see him. He kept his jaw tight, carefully moving as he watched her closer. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, his only thoughts right now surrounding taking care of her. Though, every new cut or bruise he revealed made it harder for him to keep his touch gentle.

He moved her blonde hair behind her ear. It was still matted with blood, but he would have to soak the tresses later. His main concern was the wound on her head, the worry gnawing on his insides as every possible fear popped up in his mind. Natsu got up on his knees, coming closer to her as he inspected the gash.

“Does this hurt?” Natsu whispered while he traced his fingers across the skin near the cut and Lucy grabbed onto his upper arm, stilling him immediately as her eyes flickered up to his own. Their faces were close, only a few breaths away from each other, but the distance felt like miles as he locked his gaze with her own.

“Y-yes.”

She pulled her lip between her teeth and Natsu tried to soften his expression. “Just breathe, okay?”

Lucy nodded meekly and he pulled back, dunking the wet cloth and rinsing it before he moved back.

“Hold onto me alright. Squeeze as hard ya want,” He soothed, smile quirking up as he added. “I’m sure I can take it.”

He waited a moment, watching as the blonde readjusted her grip on his bicep and pulled her eyes shut. Taking her deep breaths as a sign to go ahead, he carefully pressed the cloth first to her lower jaw - dabbing up the blood as he slowly cleaned her face. With each brush against her skin she winced, fingers tightening on their hold on him but she never once told him to stop. The only sign that she was in pain being the pinch in her brow or the small hiss that left through clenched teeth.

Natsu monitored her breathing, watching as her shoulders rose and fell with each intake of air. She was still shaking, but Lucy seemed to be concentrated on keeping her breath steady, each one deliberate as she held it for three seconds before repeating. As he climbed high with his ministrations, the uneasy feeling in his gut only twisted further. It was deep, stretching into her hairline and it looked like it would leave a tender scar. She must’ve hit the ground, or been hit -

“What’s your favourite colour?” He asked, cutting off the troubles that were beginning to swirl in his head.

Her brown eyes opened with a start, meeting him immediately as he pulled the cloth down to rinse it again. The silence carried between them, the lull returning as Lucy remained quiet. Though, Natsu waited until she was ready, keeping his hand busy as he squeezed the cloth underneath the now lukewarm water.

“It’s-” She started, but pulled her eyes down as she cleared her throat. “It’s blue.”

The sound of water dripping into the tub filled the room as he nodded, bringing the cloth up to her face once more. This time now hovering over the cut directly. “Try not to pull away,” He said gently and Lucy tightened her grip on his arm as he pushed the fabric against the wound.

She scrunched up her face, brows pulling in as her lips twisted into a grimace. “I-It’s okay…”

“Good,” Natsu breathed, though he didn’t miss a beat as he asked her another question. “So, what’s your favourite animal?”

Her expression eased as the sting subsided, though was soon replaced by pursed lips as she gave him a look. “I-I can’t choose that,” She almost whined. “I... like all of them.”

He raised a brow at her. “All of them? Really, Lucy?” His tone was teasing as he added, “I don’t think I believe that.”

“W-well…” She trailed off and Natsu thought she wouldn’t answer him before her soft voice reached his ears again. “Except for baboons,” Lucy murmured, flicking her gaze away from him and Natsu couldn’t help the twitch of his lips.

“Baboons?”

She nodded. “They make me… U-uncomfortable.” Her voice was barely audible as colour flushed her face. “With t-they’re butts.” The bloom on her cheeks was faint, but Lucy still couldn’t fight off the burn of the blush as she refused to look at Natsu.

He bit his lip, suppressing the smile that was trying to force itself on his face. “O-oh. That’s…” Though, he couldn’t finish his sentence as the chuckle bubbled up, nearly escaping before he clamped his lips shut as he pushed his lips down into a forced frown. Except he was betrayed by the shake of his shoulders, his eyes watering as he desperately tried to fight it off.

“Don’t laug- Ouch!” Her hand moved to his own where it had jolted against her cut and Natsu quickly swallowed down the chuckle. Any trace of humour leaving the air as the reality of the situation refused to be ignored.

His features returned to their prior places, though it was softer this time - jaw no longer locked as he looked up at Lucy.

“Sorry.” Natsu’s voice was gentle as he moved the cloth away from the cut. There were still traces of blood, but it was better than before, it’s length now visible and he swiped the skin around it once more before putting the cloth back in the bowl.

Lucy brought her eyes up, holding his gaze. The corners of her mouth had twitched up and it helped ease the broken picture in front of him of dried tears and marked skin. “Don’t worry about it.”

He had to tear his eyes away from her, busying his hands to stop himself from staring. Natsu flicked through the first aid kit, getting scissors in hand as he rolled out the gauze.

“I think you’re being harsh on those monkeys,” He spoke aimlessly as he cut off a square from the white meshed fabric. “They didn’t ask to be like that. Just like how you’re Lucy. You can’t help who ya are and there’s no changing it..” Natsu squinted as he held it up to her face, seeming to imagine the patch over the cut before he settled it down. Though, she said nothing as he continued to rumage, pulling out a bottle of alcohol that he quickly poured onto the gauze.

His knees cracked as he finally stood from his position on the ground and moved closer to her. His breathing was steady as he carefully pressed it down, pulling away as he grabbed a few bandaids, which he used to help hold down the patch. Natsu smiled at his handy work before looking back at Lucy.

“It’s just how it is.”

Her brown eyes stared up at him, chin titled only slightly as his words seemed to be mulled over. He didn’t look away.

“You’re…” She cleared her throat, “I think y-you’re too nice.”

Natsu blinked, mouth falling open as she broke away from him. Her head turned downwards and she went back to clinging onto what was left of her shirt. Her words sounded like they meant more, holding more weight that settled on his shoulders and returning the frown on his lips. He bent down as he picked up his cloth, carefulling trailing his hands on her shoulder before he grabbed the matted pieces of her long hair where the cut was.

He hummed, trying his best to clean through the blood that had dried there. “I wouldn’t say that.” The thought of how he was pushing her away earlier flickered through his mind and he stopped, a feeling he couldn’t describe clawing at his insides as he looked down at the woman seated on his couch. “I nearly left… I -”

“You are helping me when you shouldn’t be,” Lucy spoke, her voice void of any emotion. “I shouldn’t even… be here. Yet,” She paused, taking a deep breath and Natsu couldn't tear his eyes away as she gripped onto her shirt tighter and tighter. “Yet, here I am.”

He dropped his hands. “Why wouldn’t I help you?” His tone was angrier than he would have liked it to be. “You’re covered in blood- Lucy, you’ve been hurt!”

“I’ve hurt you!”

“That doesn’t matter.” He threw down the cloth, teeth bared. “Why would any of it matter!”

She sucked in a sharp breath. Lucy was crying again, voice weak as she spoke again, “Because.... I-I… I never wanted to drag you into this.” Her shoulders were shaking and she continued to try and pull her shirt closed. “It just… it wasn’t meant to turn out this way.”

“What? Turn out what way? What do you mean, Luce?”

Lucy shook her head, bowing in front of him as she clammed up.

“You have to tell me what’s going on, Lucy!” His emotions were getting the better of him and he had to take in a deep breath, dark eyes watching her as she dug her nails into the flesh of her exposed stomach. “Just -”

He dragged a hand through his hair as he walked away from her. Not wasting anytime as he returned with one of his jumpers and a blanket. He laid the thick comforter onto the couch before he tried to hand the jacket to Lucy, though her tears were not stopping as she struggled to breathe.

“Hey, Hey!” Natsu settled himself next to her, grabbing onto her hands as he tried to get her to look at him. “Lucy, please. Luce!”

“I-I’m… s-sorry.” She stopped, pulling her brown eyes up to his and he moved to capture her face, warm hands cradling her cheeks as her bottom lip wobbled. Lucy was barely keeping it together in front of him and he tried his best to wipe away the tears that were still falling.

“It’s s’okay. Breathe,” He soothed, voice soft as he kept her steady. “Just breathe.”

She hiccuped, “But -”

Natsu interrupted her, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t. Just calm down, Lucy.” He pulled away when she nodded, only to push the jacket towards her. “Put this on ya. You’ll feel better.” He held it out for her and Lucy followed what he told her as she put her arm through, letting Natsu drop it as she shrugged on the red fluffy jumper. As soon as it was around her, he moved to zip it up before encircling her in his arms.

The blonde let herself drop into his chest and he pulled her closer, only shuffling slightly as he reached for the blanket and pulled it over her. She sniffled and Natsu massaged his fingers through her hair while she breathed deeply, shaky exhales that fanned across his neck and sent shivers down his spine.

“It’s okay,” He whispered, repeating it to her again and again as he held her flush against him. He peered down at her, tucking her head underneath his as they sat there in silence. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Though, Lucy weakly shook her head. “It’s… n-not okay.”

“Luc -”

He tried to speak, but she was pulling away, bringing her teary eyes up to his gaze as she tugged on the bottom of his shirt. “I am sorry, Natsu. I-I really never wanted any of this…”

Her voice was soft, but the tone told him that she was serious and his lips pulled down into a frown, eyes turning dark as he stared right back at Lucy - the dim light stretching the shadows further on her broken expression.

He took a breath. “What… What happened, Lucy?”

Her head dropped, shoulders slumping as she tried to force a watery smile. “Well... That’s the thing. I’m not really sure.” A choked laugh bubbled up. “I’ve never been able to guess what happened… w-where, or how, it all went wrong. What I did to fuck it all up...”

Natsu stayed quiet as she seemed to collect herself, not even moving as he watched her every move and how her fingers curled into tightened fists.

“You remember, don’t you? When we first met?” Her eyes were glassy, looking far away as she spoke like Lucy was reliving everything right before him. “We were already halfway to the bed when you asked me if I knew this was just a hookup.”

He grimaced, listening to her talk as he tried to picture the faint memory. They were both drunk and he had a habit of being blunt when under the influence.

“Yeah… I remember.”

She looked up, eyes glistening in the warm light. “I had told you then, that it was okay. A hookup was all I was looking for - and that was true.” She breathed in deeply, waiting a few seconds before she let out a shaky exhale. “It was meant to be my one mistake… A-a night where I could finally let go.”

The break in her voice started a new wave of tears to appear in her eyes and Lucy bit her lip as she swallowed, trying her best to keep calm but she knew that Natsu could feel the tremble of her hands.

“But I never told… j-just what it was that I was running from that night.”

Natsu didn’t realise he was holding his breath, hands tightening on the blanket by her side as he felt the twist of anticipation in his gut. This was his answer. He knew it, but he couldn’t help the dread that was lingering behind his need to know. The feeling that he wouldn’t like the next words that came out from her lips.

“I only came here tonight because I… I had nowhere else to go.” Lucy was no longer trying to smile, her features twisted into one of grief as she tried to keep going. “I-I know it was wrong and that I shouldn’t of ever tried to pretend that he-”

She sobbed, her words getting cut short as she tried to take in more air. “If I… If I go home then I d-don’t know what he’ll do to me…” The tears were falling down her cheeks, the fat droplets maring her face as she whispered in a voice so choked up that Natsu had to strain himself to hear her. “He hurts me.”

Natsu didn’t know what to do when she fell into his chest again, sobs wracking her body as her shoulders shook so hard it sent reverberations through him. He felt cold, almost like when he had first opened the door and saw her bloody and bruised, but it wasn’t quite the same.

The icy grip squeezed his heart, so tightly that he felt like he was going to freeze up and he was. Natsu could barely move a muscle as Lucy cried into him, his hand only moving to rest on her back as he tried his best to understand what she meant. Though, he felt like he already knew the answer. It became entirely clear as every moment fell into place and screamed at him to face that truth that he refused to acknowledge. That he didn’t want to believe.

His mind could only repeat the words again and again in his head and he felt his throat constrict. It couldn’t be true. He didn’t want it to be. Lucy didn’t -

He hurts me.

Him.

Her Husband.

The man that was the reason Lucy had bruises in places that didn’t look normal and why she stumbled to come up with a reason and why she closed up when she couldn’t give him one that was good enough. The man that Natsu had seen in the photos in her house and left her with as he stormed out without giving her a chance to even talk to him. The man that had beaten her so badly that she had shown at his door covered in blood with hand prints wrapped around her throat and -

He tried to breathe, but there wasn’t enough air to fill his lungs and he wrapped his arms tighter around the blonde who’s breathing had finally settled. Natsu didn’t know how long he must’ve been sitting there but it seemed Lucy had fallen asleep nestled into his side. Her head was leaning against his shoulder and he allowed the silence to wash over them as he tried to get his bearings. The tension in the room had faded and turned to a chill that clung to Natsu’s skin.

The world, he felt, had crumbled around him. His dark eyes drawing down to the crown of Lucy’s head and her sleeping face, tear tracks dried as she held onto him so tightly like he was her only lifeline in this moment, which he wanted to laugh at. Him? Natsu couldn’t have chosen someone worse for the job.

He barely had his own shit together rather than helping someone through their own. He was messy, unpredictable, and struggling to work through everything that had slowly piled onto him over the years.

Lucy, Natsu thought, has terrible taste. Yet, his gaze softened as he continued to stare at her, bringing one of his hands up to push the long blonde hair from her face as he sighed.

But he… He pressed his lips into a tight line. The thoughts were spinning around in his head and he couldn’t have imagined this would be the end to his night, holding onto the girl who was the second person to break his heart and leave him feeling more vulnerable and pathetic than ever before.

He breathed in, but he would do it. He would do it for her.

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Running After Him

Request: Yes / No 6, Emily prentiss Anon

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Emily Prentiss x Male!Reader

Word count: 2133

Warnings: Almost dying, talk of injuries

Y/N: Your Name

Prompt(s): Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

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Ian Doyle was back and after Emily. She ran away to do this on her own, but I was worried about her. Her team had contacted me to see if I knew anything, but I didn’t know how much I should tell them, after all this was a dangerous mission. I wanted Emily safe, of course, but would she be upset that I gave the team information? That’s a risk I’ll have to take. I told them about Ian and what Emily did in the past, just enough for them to get the ball rolling. I had to stay out of this, but they wanted me to come with them. After all, I was her soulmate and they were pretty much just going to use me as a way to see if she’s hurt or not. A few hours into it I got two large bruises on my stomach. Which Garcia answered the question as to why. Emily was shot, but had a vest on to protect her.

Emily’s POV

Ian took me to his hideout, I supposed. He tied me to a chair and left me in a room. I’m not sure for how long, but I heard his footsteps behind me, coming closer. He came up behind me and gently grabbed my neck.

“Where’s my ring?” He asked.

“I flushed it.” I said and he chuckled, and I laughed with him.

“I spent seven years in hell because of that ring. So now, I’m going to give you another gift, one you won’t get rid of so easily.” He said unbuttoning my shirt.

“A four-leaf clover should be a nice addition to your other tattoos.” He said bringing a tattoo machine over.

“You still have two, right?” He asked.

“Yep. And that’s enough ink, thanks.” I answered.

“Ink?” He asked with a laugh.

“The North Koreans can’t afford ink. No, no. They brand themselves. Your soulmate will love this.” He said with a smirk. He walked over and grabbed me by the hair, hovering the pen over my chest.

“The more you fight, the more this will hurt.” He said and started burning my skin.

Y/N’s POV

We landed and the team was all over it. They even brought in Jack Fahey. I knew this was going to get interesting. Rossi was sent to interrogate him. I started feeling pain on my chest and Garcia noticed my discomfort. I opened my shirt up and there on my chest was a four-leafed clover burned into my skin.

“Son of a bitch.” I growled and Garcia’s eyes widened.

“Oh dear, poor Emily.” She said and helped me deal with the bit of blood that came with it. Rossi and Seaver asked me to step outside with them, they thought it might throw Jack off to see me.

Emily’s POV

He finally finished and was buttoning my shirt again. I thought about Y/N and how he must know who was doing this to me.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you keeping me alive?” I asked.

“Hey. FBI grabbed Fahey.” Someone said walking into the room.

“Her people. It won’t be long before he started squealing and they’re banging on our door.” He said and I heard him pull out a gun.

“Do what you have to so we can get the hell out of here.” He said. Ian got up and stared at him.

“I know what you want.” I said.

“Do you, really?” He asked.

“You want Lauren Reynolds back. I can do that. I can be her.” I said and he looked down at me.

“You think that’ll save your skin?” He asked and I shook my head.

“I have no illusions. But I’m tired of this. Of being afraid.” I said.

“We don’t have time for this.” The guy said.

“We’ll make time.” Ian said.

“What about Fahey?” He asked.

“I’ll take care of Fahey. He smokes, right?” Ian asked.

“Aye.” The guy answered.

“Looks like you earned yourself a reprieve.” He said and I watched him leave. After a bit he returned and sat in front of me.

“What is it you do, Lauren?” He asked and I smirked.

“I’m looking to get into business with a former I.R.A. Captain. Who’s gone freelance. Valhalla. But since this is sensitive… il vaudrait peut-être mieux en discuter en privé.” (It might be better to discuss this privately.) I answered.

“Vous êtes juste plein de surprises, n'est-ce pas?” (You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?) He said with a smirk. I smiled and giggled.

“Laissez-moi sortir de ces derniers.” (Let me out of these.) I said motioning to the ropes.

“That’s not how it went.” He said, smirking.

“Je ne peux pas te rendre heureuse avec des menottes.” (I can’t make you happy in handcuffs.) I said as he got up and walked around me. He grabbed my neck and placed his mouth against my ear.

“You really think I’d let you fool me twice?” He asked.

“I just wanted…”

“I know what you wanted- A way into my head. But I changed the locks. So you’re gonna suffer the way I suffered. This won’t be the first time you’ve killed an innocent, but it will be the first time you have to watch.” He said and I was confused.

“Liam!” He shouted and he walked in with a laptop. There was a sniper pointed at Rossi, Seaver, Y/N, and Jack.

“You got him?” Liam asked.

“Acquiring. Which one’s the target?” The man on the radio asked.

“No! This was about you and me! That’s what you said! You and me!” I shouted.

“Then why is your team here? ‘Cause I didn’t leave a trail.” He asked.

“Ian… Whatever you want to do to me, I accept, but leave them out of it.” I begged.

“Yes, except I didn’t bring them into it, did I?” He asked. I felt my heart clench and I didn’t care about looking strong anymore.

“What are you thinking?” Ian asked Liam.

“Y/N first, then the woman, and then the goateed fella. Then Fahey if he has a shot, if not, he’ll shut up.” He answered.

“Yeah, sounds about right.” Ian said.

“Shoot Fahey. If he dies, my team doesn’t have anything.” I said and I heard Ian chuckle lightly.

“Hello, Lauren. Good to see you again.

Y/N’s POV

Fahey was loosening up and it was only a matter of time before he spilled where Ian was hiding. That was the one thing I didn’t know. But he was hurting Emily and I needed to find her.

“Wow, I bet you’re his hookup, aren’t you? I mean, after all, you’re the man.” Seaver said in a slightly flirty tone.

“I could show you how much of a man I really am.” He flirted. Rossi walked closer and he backed off a bit.

“Alright, alright, alright, jeez. What’s with the sexy cop/ bad cop routine?” He asked with a laugh.

“What do you three think-” He was cut off by a bullet going through his shoulder. He looked up at us in shock.

“Down!” Rossi shouted and pushed Seaver to the ground and I ducked. He was shot again in the chest and I looked to see where the bullet was coming from, but the person was already gone.

Emily’s POV

Ian had left with Liam once Fahey was killed. I was left in that room to think about how I just killed him. No he would have killed him anyway. I did it to save Y/N and my team.

“When Fahey told me you were in the city, he said you already knew where I was. If that;s the truth, you know what this is about.” Ian said, returning.

“Game’s over, love. Time for your last confession.” He said and pointed a loaded gun at my head.

“Take me to where he died. I want to see it.” I said. He uncocked the gun and started untieing me.

“Breath. Just breath. 4...5...6...7…” I whispered and remembered when I found out Declan was actually Ian’s son. When he asked me to be his Mother. I remember I wanted so badly to be my soulmate, but when I met Y/N I knew all of that was a mistake. Ian was walking me down the halls, I knew this place now.

“”Go to your father.” that’s what you said. I never told anyone the truth about Declan. You were the only one and you put him in your profile, didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yes.” I lied.

“For two years, I didn’t talk. The North Koreans used everything you gave them against me. It wasn’t until they showed me these…” He said, pulling out pictures of Declan and Louise bound and looking scared. I remembered those so well.

“They laughed at me as I wept. And you cause all of this, didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, I did.” I said.

“That corner right there, that’s where he died. And that’s where I’m going to kill you.” He said and pushed me against the wall and pulled out his gun.

“There’s something you don’t know, about those photos.” I said.

“After your arrest, I relocated Louise and Declan. And then I got a call. Interpol had sent back our profile. The head of the terrorism division wanted more dirt on you so they could break you.” I said.

“So you used my son as a promotion.” He said.

“No. I wouldn’t let him be a pawn. The things they would have done to him to get you to talk… But I knew even if I didn’t cooperate, they were gonna find him eventually. So I had to-”

“Had to what!?” He growled moving closer to me.

“I had to end his suffering before it could begin.” He said and smacked me.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey, we think we know where Doyle took Emily and we’re preparing to get her back.” JJ said walking into the room I was in.

“He’s hurting her.” I said, staring at the floor.

“We know, just stay here, I’ll be with you.” She said and I nodded. I knew there was no way I’d be able to go, I’m not trained, but I wanted to see my Emily again, safe and sound.

Emily’s POV

Ian grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up.

“You put him in the profile. What else did you do?” He growled at me.

“I put him in the profile, after the pictures were taken.” I said.

“You don’t know when those pictures were taken. You don’t know that.” He said.

“Yes, I do. I’m the one holding the gun.” I said. He stared at me and I saw his anger growing. He tossed me into a shelf and then slammed me to the floor.

“You want to hear his last words to me?” I asked, I just needed to buy more time. He kicked me in the stomach, hard. I’m so sorry Y/N…

“He said, “I looked pretty good for a dead kid, didn’t I?” and then he got on the plane and I never saw him again.” I said.

“He’s alive!?” He shouted and kicked me again.

“Just because I held a gun to him. Doesn’t mean I shot him. I only had to make you and the North Koreans believe he was dead.” I said and he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall.

Y/N’s POV

I felt another one of my ribs crack. He was really beating her. My nose was definitely cracked, there was a large cut on my cheek and I felt a good amount of bruises forming. But the worst thing was when a large stab wound appeared into my stomach. JJ and Garcia started freaking out and they quickly got me to the hospital.

Once Emily and I were out of surgery JJ had come to the both of us and told us she was going to help us go into hiding so Emily could get Ian once and for all. We were to meet her in a few weeks, once the two of us were officially pronounced dead to the world.

Finally that time came and JJ sat down and placed the folder on the table. We were in a little cafe in Paris.

“Passports from 3 different countries, and a bank account in each one to keep you comfortable.” She said.

“Thank you.” Emily said.

“Good luck.” She said and we walked off.

“Where to first?” I asked.

“There’s a lot of options, we’ll have to explore them all.” She said and I smirked.

“Sounds like we have a lot of work to do.” I said and she nodded with a smile.

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 14

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,484

Warnings: None

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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“Look, Dean.” and he didn't need to say it twice because once both Winchesters were looking at him, they didn't wait a second before met him halfway. Or at least Dean didn't.

Sam's eyes widened albeit not so much in surprise when the first thing Dean did, when he was close enough to the third man, was to punch him square in the jaw, making him stumble back even less in shock than Sam himself. He tried to stop him but he was too fast to grab him by the shirt and pin him against the nearest wall, growling straight in his face “You son of a bitch.”

“I wouldn't know. I don't remember or even think I met my mother.” came, despite everything, a very calm reply. His face was nearly blank, showing no emotion. Dean's only reaction was to push the man harder against the wall and glare daggers at him.

“You think I'm here for a friendly chat?” Dean ignored his brother trying to pull him away “She's gone!” this time he roared his tone probably as dangerous as the previously low one “(Y/n) is gone and Amara has her! You hear me? Your sister has taken her hostage and it's all your fault!”

“Easier to blame somebody else for your mistakes, detective. Where were you when she took her though? Why had you left her alone in the first place? And better yet what would you have done if you were there? Or would you have let Amara take her anyway? Because something tells me that and much more already. Don't confuse me with-” but the words died out in Chuck's lips when Dean's fist slammed on the door that was right next to Chuck's head.

“Shut up.” he meant to say it full of anger but it came out weak. Letting go of the blue-eyed man he ran a shaky hand down his face before looking back at him “She could be dead by now. Dead. Amara could have put a bullet through her head and be toying with us and you- you're so fucking calm about it? You- you were supposed to care for her! You told her you loved her, is this how you show it to her? By leaving her to die at the hands of your own sister who cares about nothing else but to see you pay for what you did to her? By letting her, letting (Y/n) die too instead of facing your own sister?”

“Don't!” his voice raised, the sheer anger, seriousness and authority in his voice making them stiffen up. He let out a breath and seemed to collect himself “She wouldn't kill her, not to mention with a gun, it's not like her to. Besides she knows that this is her only chance at me showing up. She knows how important (Y/n) is to me and she wouldn't risk it like that.” he still ignored the way Dean rolled his eyes in frustration.

“We-” Sam took a step forward this time “We understand and we want to believe that Chuck but (Y/n)'s- she our friend, our family, which makes this more dangerous and scary than usual. It- it would help if you... worked with us on this and helped us?”

“Help.” Dean scoffed a humorless laugh “He won't just help. He's going to fix this, now!”

“And I will, yes.” Chuck nodded his head “As I was about to say about Amara: Her goal is not revenge, not directly at least, she wants me to apologize first by whatever means necessary. She won't harm (Y/n). And even if she goes for it... (Y/n) is prepared for all of it. She has been from the beginning.”

The words made both Sam and Dean's attention fall on him. They shared a look before Dean suspiciously asked “What are you talking about?”

“Not here.”

~*~

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Sam didn't even flinch this time at Dean's yelling. He saw that one coming and frankly he was on the verge of yelling too.

“No, if anything I would say that's my sister.” Chuck, only able to irritate Dean more, stayed far too calm for their liking “You have to accept that this is the only way. Amara was in town only a coupe hours after you showed up, and you didn't even realize it until now. But I did. And so I was prepared. She was going to take (Y/n) and we both know you wouldn't have been able to do much if not get her hurt in the process of protecting her. There was no other choice.”

“No other choice to make sure she'd be safe but let her get captured, of course. Am I the only one that thinks something is totally wrong with this?” Dean said exasperated rubbing his temple.

“I told you it is part of the plan. She didn't get captured. Amara might think she has her but (Y/n) was prepared for everything and that's why she's not in danger. A plan you wil have to listen to if you want my sister to return to her previous place and the woman you love to be safe in her own home soon too.” Chuck said in all seriousness, eyes locking with the detective's.

Dean kept a clenched jaw, body tense and straight before he huffed “You better be fucking right about this. Because if anything happens to her...” he shook his head.

“It won't. I know my sister, better than she thinks. So well that I can already tell where she is. All you have to do is help me through so that we can capture her again. And this time nobody will be freeing her.”

“Alright.” Dean sucked in a deep breath “We're listening.”

~*~

“Still giving me the cold shoulder?” the moment she walked in you felt your entire body tense up once more. Not that she had been gone for long but you had really lost track of time inside this place that you had almost no idea where it was to begin with. Key word: almost.

You were thankful she had not knocked you out but only tossed you in the back of a van where you couldn't see your destination but could clearly make out any sound around you or bump along the road. Plus, there was a distinct feeling setting in the pit of your stomach that you easily recognized. With all the cameras around you in one single room, monitoring whoever was inside – and in this case it was you – like some lab rat, a simple bed and toilet inside the grey room with three walls while the fourth was a thick glass standing between the room and two doors that you already knew were those of an elevator. An entire floor for whoever was inside this room meant that it was only viewed as one way: a highly dangerous prisoner inside a highly secure cell. Or highly secure for any other prisoner but her.

“Fine, have it your way. I only brought you here so that you could feel more comfortable.” she walked around the place, setting down the things she had brought with her.

You stared at her carefully, waiting for the moment she was going to turn her back to you before you pushed the boby-pinyou'd held in your mouth the whole time out in your hands before hiding it underneath the pillow on the bed. With all those cameras around you were sure that the only time she wouldn't see was when she was in the same room as you.

“Yeah, really cozy. Is the color on the walls your personal choice?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh so she speaks!” she stopped, turning to look at you “I was beginning to think you were mad at me with all the silence.”

“Mad? Who me? No! Never. I wonder why would be?” you said sarcastically making her scoff a laugh that deep down scared you to the bone but you weren't going to show it to her. After everything you'd found out and after everything you'd been through, you refused to let any encounter with her – no matter how many there were to come – intimidate you or affect your life anymore.

“Ah so I see, you have quiet the mouth there now, don't you? I like the newfound sass. It's better this way, I haven't gotten to know you that well and I'm both happy and sad this is the first and last time I do.” she was calm in a way that could only scare you more but you held your ground.

“I do.” you straightened your back, even though you were the one handcuffed “Might be because of Dean. You were right, he's quiet the good kisser. And I certainly don't mean just the lips. But wait- you didn't get to experience that, did you? No, no you di-” but the words were cut off by a choking sound when she took hold of your face in one hand in a grip so tight it could easily leave a bruise or two.

“Say that again?” her voice was dangerously low and it made you let out a shaky breath of fear.

But after a few seconds you decided to hold your ground “Just saying, I've gotten to spend a lot of time alone with Dean lately. Would you think getting intimate was not in the cards?”

“Why, did you? Because you haven't, not really. You can't have him, you really don't even now. He knows where he belongs and with whom and what you might think is merely mind control is truly unlocking ones deepest and darkest desire. And I am his.”

“Only when you're present though, isn't that it? He's told me so, it's only when you're there that he can't control even his own body at will. And he wants to. So I wonder in what way is that not mind control? I know how skilled you are and Dean... has been honest with me about everything. When you're away it's like you don't exist.”

She scoffed another laugh, this time letting go of you and shaking her head “Foolish thoughts. I shouldn't expect anything more. And do you think you exist for him when you're away? He's far- far too good for you, I'm sure you must see it, why do you still keep fighting for something you can't have? It's all people do, I've seen it, and it confuses me... why do you keep struggling when all it brings is pain?”

“You seem to forget you're human too, Amara.” you almost whispered before shaking your head and looking away, back ever straight “It's because I already have it. Part of his heart at least I know I do and that is good enough for me. So no I'm not fighting anymore. It's you that's fighting.” you looked her straight in the eyes, considering her for the first time as not the woman who wanted to kill you – although you still had it in the back of your mind and because of Chuck's words managed to keep it there and not let it along with fear take over – but as the sister of someone you knew and that was less scary.

“He's not yours, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise. And when tonight you see him walk through those doors and ends up shooting you instead of me you will see it yourself.” the calm tone in her voice made your heart pound in your chest “He can't fight it. He can't fight me.”

“Give him some credit, he's so much more than just a pretty face. And I know that you know that too... but I know it a lot better. The kind of heart... the kind of strength that man has will surprise you. We'll see who will take that bullet.” you didn't know if you believed the words yourself or not. Despite everything that had happened in the past couple of hours, despite Chuck's words and everything you'd said, you feared deep down that the answer to that ast sentence was not going to be what you hoped for.

“So much... faith. It's almost admirable. You could use some of it now, I suppose.”

“Or maybe it's not faith at all. Ever heard of love?” you noticed the way her jumped away from you and the way a wave of sadness washed over he features as she looked at the room and that was the confirmation you needed. So you kept going “Maybe you wanted to believe so. Wanted to forget what I am to Dean and what he is to me. Or maybe you wouldn't believe something like that is possible considering the only time you kissed him... you were simply controlling him. I for one may not be able to do any of the reprogramming as you do but I surely didn't need it. Neither for Dean who willingly wants my love-” it was somewhat as a surprise to say it out loud because it felt like despite his lies, you still did love him “Nor... your brother.”

No sooner had the words left your lips that you felt the hands wrap around your neck and your entire body being pined to the cold and hard floor. Your eyes widened when you felt your breath get caught in your throat quiet literally. You grasp at her hands and tried to push her off, fight her back but the look on her face, dangerous and so scary but yet almost emotionless as if she was an entirely different person at the mention of her brother.

“You don't know him, you don't know anything about him. You don't know even half of the things my brother really is, but you might, soon. If you live long enough to. Will you live long enough? Will there be something there to see it even if this vessel is no longer functioning? What will happen to your soul then?”

“Am- Amara- St- stop. S-stop!” but your hoarse and barely audible words didn't have any effect on her so instead you did the best logical thing of kneeing her in the stomach and elbowing her in the face. The second her hands were off you, you gasped loudly, feeling your burning lungs with fresh air. You coughed, blinking away your tears and only a few seconds later you crawled away from her, not that she advanced.

“Quiet the fighter... Now I see why they both liked in you so much.” she said instead “They're much more alike than I originally thought after all. Shame- Such a shame this will hurt them so much both. Dean doesn't deserve it, not as much as him. I have killed many, many more before you and he hasn't shown up but this time... Oh this time he will.” she only ended up smiling widely as if she had finally gotten what she wanted, or at least was about to “And he will feel it all.”

“You seem to have a lot of faith in him after all.” you said instead, watching her get up “That he'll show up for me I mean.” but you got no answer, even if you knew it was positive in both cases. So instead you added “He's your brother, no matter what he has done to you... he loves you. You must see it too. He-”

“Spare me. This is between him and I. You are only a means to an end, that's all. And don't think for a moment that I don't know what's going on.” her words made you tense up “That he is looking for me. In fact I know exactly where he is right now and it's where I want him to be.”

“I- I don't know what you're talking about.” you pursed your lips, shaking your head instead. You only got a scoff in return but as she made her way to the door you asked her “Feel it all... what did you mean?”

“All. In the same place I did. As I did, because of him. And maybe then... he'll be able to give me an apology at last.” and with that, she was out of the only door in one of the three walls of the room.

“Same place...” you sighed, nodding your head as you looked around “Her cell.”

~*~

“An old warehouse? This is where you think she'll have her? You clearly have lost your mind more than I thought, Shurley.” Dean could barely hold back a scowl as they exited the Impala. Darkness had settled for good around them but the place was clear as day to him because of how on edge he was.

“Same could be said about you. Because you obviously can't see where we're at.”

“Yeah, I see. And a half-burned-down house too. Because that's the most safe place to-” but he stopped abruptly when realization set down on him “Your old house, isn't it?”

“If there is somewhere she'd want us to be... then it's this place. Come on.” he didn't need to say it twice before the entire team followed after him, Dean actually getting to take a few steps ahead. Too impatient and too worried at the same time. It didn't take much effort for him to break and push through the already half-broken and very old door.

“I didn't take it to be this big.” Castiel mumbled, looking around as they all got their guns and flashlights out “Or to have a graveyard.”

“After the fire many houses were abandoned around here and the place was used for other purposes.”

“Well, that's freaking peachy. But I don't think any of us plan on being buried here, even more so (Y/n), so we stick to the plan. But before the attack we need to split up and look around here in case of a trap which is the most likely situation. We stick to our teams. C goes in that direction, D the other and as for B you come with us and we're going inside the house right away. Eyes up, stay sharp. Let's go.” Dean got sharp nods from everyone before they all moved in the respective directions.

They didn't get to go very far away though because, despite how much in a hurry Dean was, his brother's voice caught his attention “Uhm Dean, w-wait a minute-” the older Winchester turned just in time to see him take something from Jack's hands “Did you even see this? It was- it was right by the entrance, on the door.” he said a bit out of breath, almost as if holding his breath out of fear “From Amara.”

“What?” Dean was suddenly even more on edge than before, if possible “Let me see.” he took hold of the letter and read it “You think I'll give her up that easily? No, we have to find something that can equal to all those years of torment spent in a cell. You soon will be in graveyard with all the people whose blood is on my brother's hands, except one. Amongst the vessels there is one that still holds a soul. How fast can you find her before her human body gives out and runs out of air? Here lies... what was she to you Dean?”

“Could- could she be toying with us?” Sam blinked, looking at Chuck whose look had darkened a lot.

“She could... and she could not.” he said in a grave voice.

“Well, she definitely knows we're here. That- that isn't a good sign, is it? How can she know we're here?” Jack asked in a low and worried voice being met with only equally worried faces.

“We don't know but no, it certainly is no good. We're not a step ahead as we thought. She can play us.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean cursed in a dangerously low voice as he breathed heavily.

“But we can't risk it.” Chuck added, glancing at him before meeting Sam's wide eyes again.

“And we're not going to.” Dean grumbled, crumbling the paper in his hands “Search the graveyard. If she- if she has her there then we don't have much time, she'll run out of air.”

“B-but what if she's doing this to waste our time? Wh-what if-” Sam started tentatively but Dean was already fuming, angry and not only with the serial killer but even more himself.

“I said search the graveyard, Amara has buried her alive and is doing this to torment us. There is no time. Split up, check all the tombstones. Hurry up, we have to find her now!”

~*~

“No” Dean groaned in desperation, shaking his head “No, no no. It's- it's not. Fuck it's not any of these.” he looked away, and then all around him, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Both the scenery and action made him feel dizzy.

“Dean” Castiel said as calmly as he could, although out of breath because of all the running around and the green-eyed man looked at him, not bothering to hide all the pain and fear he felt that moment “We wil find her. We will.” it wasn't much because they didn't have time for more but it was some sort of reassurance. Even though in the end it didn't manage to do anything.

Dean closed his eyes and held his trembling lower lip between his teeth. Pursing his lips he nodded his head, acknowledging his friend, but as soon as they parted for him to speak someone else beat him at it-

“I found something!” Jack said loud enough for them to hear but still low enough to not draw any attention. Not that there was any element of surprise left anymore.

It didn't take more than half a second for Dean's eyes to widen and him to jump into action and run towards the younger man's direction as did everybody else. Only everybody froze in their place when they looked at the tombstone, and even more so Dean. His breath got caught in his throat and he felt sick to the stomach. He pressed a hand over his mouth and looked away, closing his eyes tightly shut and trying to suppress a sob but even more push the image out of his mind. It would forever be imprinted in his mind, though. A tombstone with your name on it.

“This has to be it right?” Sam asked although he didn't really expect an answer “I don't hear any sounds.”

“Maybe she's knocked her out o-or maybe-” Jack started but stopped himself when Dean's eyes snapped wide open. He couldn't even bear to hear it.

“We can't waste any more time. We need to start digging. Come on, we have the equipment in the car.” Dean being unable to stand the sight of the grave and stand in his place was the first one to start running towards the Impala with Sam and Cas following right behind and Chuck left to narrow his eyes at the gave.

Only one thought was present in his mind and it was verified no more than a couple minutes later. What with Dean frantically and desperately digging through the grave and everyone helping as urgently as possible it didn't take long for them to bring the casket up to the top and nobody wasted another second before tearing it open. A trembling breath escaped Dean's lips as he stared at the empty space. Empty save for the post-it inside it. The kind that you insisted he used more often even though you knew they would drive him insane.

“See? Running out of breath doesn't require being buried underground. How fast did you lose your breath out of fear, detective? Let's see what it takes to lose your mind too, the way everyone says I have. Good luck.” Dean read it, scoffing a laugh “She's playing with us, that's what she's doing.”

“Or she wants us to feel her pain.” Chuck looked at the man, the same thing going through their minds “And definitely lose time.”

They all looked at the immense albeit half burned to the ground house not so far away “Let's go.”

~*~

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” her voice broke through the silence no sooner than she had left you on your own. Or it seemed like that. For some inexplicable reason though it felt like an eternity had passed at the same time so maybe the truth lay somewhere in between.

You were laying with your back on the wall after a good few hours of pacing around and trying to figure out everything you could about an escape and where this place really was. Based on what Chuck had told you about the entire plan and what he expected from Amara, this didn't look like their old burned down house. The fact alone easily meant that not everything was really going according to plan. But that didn't mean you were going to wait like some damsel in distress for them to figure everything out and save you. You were going to save yourself through them.

“I'm not sleeping.” you said, carefully taking hold of the bobby pin and slipping it into your fist. As expected only seconds later you felt her grip on your arm and your entire body being yanked off the bed. You stumbled a bit but when you were back on your feet with both your hands still in fists you took notice not only of the chair but also computer and camera standing right in front of it. You decide to not let your eyes linger on the gun you notice on her other hand.

“All the better. Now sit.”

You took a deep breath, doing as told nonetheless, hands on your lap “What is that all for?”

“We're going to give your lovely detective a message.” she moved to the computer “Maybe, after he really gets a taste of what fear and desperation feels like, he'll get to more drastic measures of finding my brother for me and get him out for me. Maybe, even, Chuck will get to see it and stop hiding.”

“Gotta say, you have a weird way of showing you care to your loved ones. Given that is your brother and the man you say you want, so forgive me if I'm a bit confused here.”

“It was the only way I was taught love.” her eyes bore into yours “What would you do if your brother locked you up like some kind of animal?”

“Start wondering why he locked me up in the first place?”

“Hm” she only hummed, pausing for a few seconds before she smirked back again at you “Buying time won't get you anywhere, you know it. They can't find you here, there's no way. Safest and at the same time most dangerous place in the world. This-” she pressed something on the camera “Will be a way to communicate. So we can agree on where my beloved brother will meet us. That is if he shows up. You know what you have to do.” a short nod of her head and you took in a shaky breath, preparing yourself.

~*~

“Dean watch out!” it didn't take a second warning before Dean was turning just in time to shoot at the man who was charging straight at him. And hopefully the last one.

The detective managed to get on his feet, panting and groaning as nearly every part of his body ached. Parts like his shoulder which would have been likely dislocated from all the banging on the the door to try and get it open – too desperate, hearing the muffled screaming and crying on the other side to think rationally – all the way to his throat where he had not stopped screaming your name and for you to hold on. If it had not been for all the brainwashed idiots doing what they could to fight them and even kill them then he would have gotten to you sooner but when could he have things go his way anyway? At least he had managed to break it open n the end.

“Come on.” he said in a gruff voice, hand pressed on his side and he nearly stumbled as he rushed to get inside the room; before Sam or anyone had the chance to help him with his wounds or to warn him about this being yet another trap or worse, Amara being there.

“It's ok sweetheart I'm here.” he said in a husky voice, rushing to get to the ropes around the wrists and legs that held you bound down to your chair “Sam help me!” he said but didn't even look over his shoulder, eyes trained on your shaking form as your sobs filled his ears “Easy, easy. I got you. I'm here, sweetheart, I got-”

But the words got stuck in his throat when he looked up to remove the cloth around your mouth and saw that it was simply not you. “Wh-wha-” he started but couldn't form the words. His entire body felt numb.

“Wh-what's wrong?” Jack mumbled only to step closer and notice the same thing “It's not (Y/n).”

“Help me, please help me.” she cried “A woman tied me up in here, she-”

“It's ok, it's ok.” but it wasn't Dean because his voice was still stuck in his throat just as all the air in his lungs “We're going to help you, they are all agents. Good ones. You don't have to worry anym-” but his words too stopped when he saw the tablet on her lap and he shared a look with his brother “Cas come help here. Quick. We've... got something.”

“She- she said she has a message for you. She said that if her brother doesn't show up then... then she will be in my place and it will only get worse. I- I don't know who she was talking about, I-”

“It's alright, it's alright. We've got everything under control. We-” Sam huffed, watching his brother snatch the tablet and walk away to let the message play without paying attention to anything around him.

“Dean” the second your voice was heard, it caught their attention “This is...most probably not the way you were expecting to see me but if it's any comfort, it's not how I expected it would turn out to be either. You know-” a shaky sigh came as you looked down “Who has me here. I'm- I'm alright, she hasn't hurt me, for now. Amara knows we were looking for Chuck because he was in town and she wants him to show up. If he doesn't, then-” the level of self-control and strength you showed so far, especially given the sort of panic attacks you've had concerning her. But when a gun pressed to your temple and he nearly lost his mind, it was no surprise when the real fear flashed through your eyes.

“Things will get much worse. I won't be in her place... I will be in a much worse one and you will be... adding another victim to the list. This tablet is your means of- of keeping in contact with her, she will reach out when she wants to. You won't be able to trace back the signal so- so don't bother. The fast Chuck shows up, the more chances I have. She says... Don't try to fight her, otherwise...” you trailed off, glancing at her before looking back at them “She'll send me to one of those places that officially doesn't exist... according to you. You see I uh I know you always have a unique way of referringto heaven and hell and I suppose at this point, with a gun over my head, I can understand it. I am in one of those places that officially doesn't exist. Hell, of course. But I have enough faith in you that you will manage to pull me out of it before-”

“Alright, that will be enough.” it was another voice, one that made Dean's skin crawl “My turn and I will be more quick-” a long pause “I can't wait to see you, Dean. I trust that you will not fail me.”

It all ended before he had the chance to do anything. What could he do though? Nothing but-

“One of those places that officially doesn't exist? Was that- was she trying to say something?” Jack asked in a low voice and Dean looked up, glancing at Chuck.

“Yes, yes she was.” Chuck was the one to reply. Nodding his head.

Dean couldn't control his erratic heart, nodding his own head “We know where to find her.”

~~~

A/N: Oh gosh one more chapter and the series will be over, I feel like I’m gonna cry! I swear I remember writing the story two years ago while first getting into uni and now here we are! Anyway, as always feedback is welcomed!

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wetookanoath · 5 years

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a scenerio that popped into my head: They are living in the same apartment building and this orange cat keeps getting on Ryan's nerves always snooping around his balcony and causing trouble, breaking pots etc. He knows the cat is his neighbor's he saw it being let in from their balcony so after this has happened a handful of times he's ready to go and have a few strong words with whoever lives there but oh shit the guy is so tall and hot, fuck

This is not exactly what you asked for and def you didn’t ask for a fanfic, but here, I wrote a fic! The first in WEEKS! So yaay!

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The orange menace would appear on the balcony at 4 PM every day without fail. Always looking at Ryan, trying to mess with his head.

If he didn’t know better, Ryan would think the cat could read his mind and appear when he least needed him to. The cat had even learned how to open the sliding door of his balcony, so sometimes he would find it nesting in the kitchen sink which was very inconvenient when Ryan had people over or wasn’t ready for allergic reactions.

Regardless, the animal kept coming back and Ryan kept wondering why, why him?

This time the cat was asleep on his goddamn bed, and Ryan was tired, so tired and so drunk.

“Fuck it.”

“Mrrrp”, the cat replied, before blinking at him and curling up into a ball.

All he could do was get himself on the other side of the bed to fall asleep with the orange cat purring at his back.

Someone was knocking in his head.

Three soft knocks and a pause,followed by another three knocks. Ryan frowned, that was not possible – someone knocking at his head? What…? Right. The door.

“No… go away…”

He tried his best to ignore the noise, turning on his side facing the window, when he felt something both sharp and fuzzy pawing at his forehead. Still refusing to open his eyes, he brought up a hand to feel around and noticed something fluffy and very much alive resting gently over his head.

Ryan was about to scream demon when a loud purr distracted him enough to suddenly remember last night, he opened his eyes slowly.

The cat was sleeping on his head.

Sighing, Ryan moved to rest on his back, when the knocking on his door started up again. This time louder and fuck– a quick glance to his alarm clock on the night stand told him it was three fuck-off in the morning. The knocking didn’t seem to bother the cat, who was still purring as it pawed gently on top of his head, like it was trying to style his hair.

Ryan frowned, not sure of what was weirder: the orange cat on his head or the person banging on his door at 3 AM.

Maybe he’d get killed, but with all the effort a hungover guy could muster, Ryan got out of bed and went to open the door.

Tall Hot And Unbothered was at his door, looking like death.

His red nose and watery eyes made Ryan swallow and look back into his apartment to see if there were any cameras or a unicorn around, because this couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream or some sort of prank.

Ryan was confused, but the frantic look in his neighbor’s face made Ryan try to smile and the man looked at him with something akin to hope and his heart started to beat faster.

“Hey…”

“Hi, hello.” He said, voice deep yet tiny, like if he had been crying for far too long. “I’m sorry, I know It’s super late–”

“Dude, are you okay?” Ryan frowned.

The tall– way too tall, extremely tall– man quickly dried his face with hands covered by his dark sweater. It didn’t really help his case, it only made him look incredibly vulnerable and Ryan wondered if he was still in his bed, dreaming some sort of strange romantic scenario that would end in the most ridiculous porno his brain could have made up.

He had been very drunk when he came home after all, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Especially when it came to this guy in particular, Tall Hot And Unbothered from 17E upstairs.

Ryan blinked, watching as the guy swallowed and looked down before returning his eyes to his face.

“Allergies.” He excused, Ryan lifted an eyebrow knowing that wasn’t the case.

Allergies was in his room, making himself comfortable in his bed as Ryan tried his best not to show just how infatuated with this man he was.

“I’m just… I’m looking for my cat. He is an orange tabby, has a black collar with a green bell in the shape of an alien head, have you seen him?”

Bless that little fucker.

The first time Ryan saw Tall Hot And Unbothered, the guy had been on the phone and had just passed Ryan in the lobby of their building, giving him no mind. Not a glance, nothing. But it had left him starstruck since the beginning.

Nolan, the guy at the desk, had given him A Look after he had asked for a name and more information on the tall man, but he had been a new tenant and Nolan hadn’t had a chance to talk to him just yet.

It wasn’t until the third time he asked in as many days that Ryan realized desk guy Nolan thought him a creep, and so he desisted.

Still, he couldn’t help himself and the smile on his lips every time they saw each other in the elevator. Tall Hot And Unbothered was polite as hell but still didn’t mind him. Their little dance of good morning and good night wasn’t enough, but damn if Ryan wasn’t the worst at talking to people unless someone else introduced him to them, let alone at flirting.

And so, four months had passed and now, Tall Hot and Unbothered was at his door, asking for the orange menace sleeping in his bed.

Maybe Ryan should had noticed that the damn cat started to appear in his balcony, fucking up pots and meowing at ridiculous hours of the early morning, at the same time Tall Hot And Unbothered moved to the building.

Looking at him now, he was more like Tall Hot And Cute, which was the worst possible combination because then his brain would malfunction forever in the presence of this man.

“Obi!” He said, taking the cat from Ryan’s arms and cuddling him to his chest. The cat meowed, looking at Ryan with what he tried not to identify as betrayal. “You’re such a fucking asshole, how dare you?”

Jesus. Ryan chuckled, seeing the man standing in his living room holding his cat. The damn thing didn’t seem bothered at all, it kept glancing over at Ryan with shining eyes and if he woke up dead by clawing, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

At least his ghost knew where to find the irresponsible owner of such a furry little bitch.

Tall Hot And Cute looked at him, and Ryan felt a knot in his throat, unable to talk or move. Maybe he had swallowed his tongue.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, and I was so worried–” He said way too fast.

Ryan frowned as his head started to pound, suddenly aware of how drunk he had been and how late at night, or early in the morning it was.

“He hasn’t come in days, he must have been such a bother–”

“What? Days? No, he was just…” His eyes opened wide. “Oh.” Ryan swallowed. “Well, I mean… I didn’t realize he had been staying. I think.”

The man frowned, carrying the cat like if he was a baby. Ryan licked his lips, looking down at himself to remember that hey, he was in his pink boxers with strawberry patterns. Excellent.

“Thank you for having him over.”

“Uh,” Ryan looked up, smiling alike when he noticed Tall Hot And Cute happily smiling at him. He no longer looked dead inside, which was good. He really was good looking. “It’s alright, at least now I know who to call when he keeps eating my plants and knocking them off the balcony”.

His expression changed, eyes wide open as he looked towards the balcony, then to the cat.

“Dude!” He said, the cat meowed angry at his owner and all Ryan could do was laugh at the image. “What the hell? Oh, my God. I’m so sorry!” Tall Hot And Cute looked at him. “Shit, how much do I owe you?”

“I don’t know…” He swallowed. “I haven’t replaced shit, so… It’s okay, really.”

“Fuck…” The man frowned, looking down at his cat who was looking very Not Okay in this situation. “Well, when you do, hit me up with the bill. I’m in the 17E.” He said and Ryan had to bite his tongue not to answer, I know.

Maybe desk guy Nolan was right.

“Sure, man. It’s fine.” He shrugged. “Uhm, I’m– I’m Ryan.”

“Oh.” He seemed to notice they hadn’t introduced each other, and smiled at him. “Shane.” He said, sighing while moving the cat to show it to him. “And Obi.”

“Great,” Ryan chuckled. “Now at least I have a name for him, the orange menace is too long.”

“The orrrrghhh–” He laughed, it echoed in the room as it did in Ryan’s head and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing Shane’s eyes turn into half moons and his cheeks turning red. He could get used to this. “Uhm,” Shane smiled at him, Ryan tilted his head to one side. “Well, I… should let you sleep. I’m very sorry again, I know this was… uncalled for.”

“A little bizarre.” He admitted, gesturing with his hand. “But it’s okay. Uhm…”

“Good night, Ryan. Thanks again.”

He nodded, following Shane’s steps towards his door and watching as the man walked out of his apartment. They smiled at each other, and when the taller guy looked at him one last time and Ryan sighed, debating between watching him get on the elevator or just closing his door and screaming into his pillow.

But a sudden strike of bravery made him ask, “Hey, Shane?”

“Uh?” The man looked back, walking backwards towards the elevator.

Ryan smiled at the sight. “You want to come over later? We can have a beer, watch a movie…”

The man stopped, blinking before answering with a neutral expression. “Sure.”

“Great!” He swallowed, hands sweating as he tried to look chill. “Around four is okay?”

“Yeah, that would be fine.” He smiled, giving Ryan his back again. The cat meowed. “Good night!”

“Good night, guys!”

Ryan watched as they got into the elevator, Obi meowing again as Shane smiled at Ryan, the door closing before he could see him smile back.

Maybe the cat wasn’t so bad after all.

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waif-of-the-night · 5 years

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Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

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You spent almost half an hour driving before you found Sam, in the hospital parking lot, walking out. You got out of your car and calmly walked over to him, with a grip at the handle of your gun in your belt behind your back, remembering Dean’s warnings that he could be dangerous. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you before him. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked, before he noticed the stiffness in your expressions and your hand behind your back. He shook his head frustratingly before he got back to you. “Dean talked to you, huh?” Apparently Dean was able to get a hold of Sam and they talked. Fought, more correctly, from the way he took Dean’s name. You gave him a slight nod before you asked, “He thinks its Cara. Did you sleep with her Sam?” A sigh left his mouth, “Yeah, I did. But she’s not the siren. And I’m not infected.” “Sam-” you started but he interrupted before you could say anything. “(Y/N), trust me. It’s not her. Dean doesn’t trust me but I need at least you to trust me that I’m not infected and won’t hurt you.” You took a second, studying his face before you pushed your gun back in the holster and brought your hands forward, telling him that you believed him. “Well, then we should go back and try to figure out who is the siren.” You suggested. “You’re right. But on second thought, from the way Dean was talking I think I should stay here a while, in case he comes after Cara with his ‘shoot first ask questions later’ attitude.” “Fair. Then I guess I’ll get back and try to reach there before he does in ase he decides to go back or he’ll know I came for you despite him. And I know I’ll never hear the end of it.” you chuckled as you both agreed to the plan and Sam turned to walk back but stopped as he called out your name. You answered in a ‘yeah’ before he could speak. “Um, thanks for trusting me on this. If only Dean did too...” he had this disappointed look on his face on the mention of Dean which made your doubt of their probable fight sure. You gave him reassuring smile, “Of course. Also, thanks for not, you know, not wanting to kill me.” A small chuckle left both of your mouths, “So call it even?” “Sure.” He smiled as you both walked away in your directions. --------------------------------------------------------- You hurried your way back to the motel in hopes Dean wasn’t there as you turned the knob to your door and pushed it open to find a strange guy just casually sitting on your bed. He had a smug grin on his face and an unusual stance. Your hand immediately went back to your gun but you suddenly felt someone knock your gun out of your hand before you could properly grip it and the door slam shut behind you. Your head turned right away to see it was Dean who had thrown your gun to the other side of the room and before you could do anything, he had one of his hands locking your hands behind you, twisting your body towards the other man, and the other hand holding a knife to your throat. The man rose from the bed, taking small steps towards you, “I’m Nick by the way.” He introduced himself and everything became somewhat clear to you. “Nick the FBI guy. Of course.” You scoffed as you struggled under Dean’s grip, “But I gotta tell you, you’re one ugly stripper.” “Well, maybe.” He answered, self-satisfied. “But I got what I wanted. I got Dean.” “Dean, come on.” You diverted your attention to him, hoping to shake him out of the siren’s ‘song’. “This isn’t you. You can fight this. Let me go.” “Why don’t you cut her just a little on her neck right there?” Nick hinted Dean, motioning his fingers to the spot on your neck and Dean just did exactly what he said as a drop blood rolled down the cut on your skin towards your collarbone. “You know, at first I just wanted his little brother Sam out of the way, hence, this.” He directed his hands towards his body, indicating to his ‘man’ body. “Be the better brother and have him out the way. But the more I got into his mind, the more I realized it was you that I wanted out of the way first. Although I have to give it to you, you really stand out in the way you occupy his mind. Hard to find, but there.” “Yeah well, bite me.” You retorted. “You poisoned him.” “No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a g-string. It was someone he could trust. Someone who trusted him. And now he loves me. He’d do anything for me. And I got to tell you, (y/n), that kind of devotion- watching someone kill for you...is the best feeling in the world.” “Is that why you’re slutting all over town?” you let out as you tried to slip a hand under Dean’s grip. “Oh. I get bored. Like we all do. And I want to fall in love again. And again and again.” He answered as he leaned even closer to you. “Tell you what, I have fought some nasty ass sons of bitches,” you distracted him as you let your hand further loose, “But you are one needy, pathetic loser.” You finished and were able to free your hand, using it to twist Dean’s hand that made him lose his hold on you and you turned and kicked him in the groin making him lose his knife along with his balance. You stood back to regain your breath while the siren decided to step back and watch how the events would turn out. It didn’t take Dean much time to get back to his feet, waiting for orders and lunged himself at you as soon as Nick asked him, “Kill her for me, Dean.” He went straight for your throat but you fought his hands off of them as you landed with your back against a wall and Dean over you, already throwing punches at you, showing no mercy. You defended yourself against the first one but the second one hit, and left a bruised cheek and busted lip. “Dean, please. You can fight him.” The words left your mouth again and again, only this time, he answered. “Oh but why should I? For you?” he chuckled darkly at you. “You’re nothing but a freak. A freak that’s ruined so many lives. Your brother Jonathan that you speak so dotingly of, would be alive of it wasn’t for you. You know it and I know it, that demons would never have gone after him if he wasn’t your brother. You’re the reason he’s dead.” You didn’t notice the tear that rolled down your cheek as you just looked into his dark eyes that seemed nothing but empty. You clenched your fist as you lost control over yourself and in a flash of time you were over him, landed punches after another straight to his face at a speed that he wasn’t able to defend himself from all of them. Blood started to seep out from the side of his face and cheek but you didn’t care. Anger had taken control of you when you noticed the knife you had knocked out of his hand lying close to your right and the next second it was in your hand. The cold metal of the knife was pressed against his throat now, just waiting to slice through, as his face continued to taunt you. “Come on, do it.” you heard Nick’s voice from the other side of the room and somehow knocked something in you as you dropped the knife, finding yourself unable hurt him anymore. You heard the door slam open and turned to see a confused Sam in the doorway who almost instantly understood the situation and pulled his gun out, aiming at the siren but the siren was quicker as before Sam could fire a shot, he twisted his wrist making his grip falter and clutched his face with the other hand and spit on his mouth, infecting him with his toxin too. Sam’s tense shoulders instantly relaxed as you felt Dean standing up, waiting for command from Nick like a good soldier while Sam did the same. “This should be interesting.” Nick grinned wickedly. “Okay boys, why don’t we play a little game in which whoever kills her first, can be with me forever.” Sam was the first one to attack as he pushed your body straight into the wooden wall so hard that you landed in the hallway outside the room with the pieces of wall underneath you. You propped yourself above with the help of your elbow but before you could stand, Sam was already pulling you up, ready for round two but Dean threw him off, wanting to be the one to finish you off. You landed back on the ground, with not much left in you when you saw Dean using his elbow to break the glass of the emergency window and pull out a red colored ax from it. He raised his hands over his head, ready to plunge it straight through you as you pressed your eyes closed just wanting it to be over. But instead of the cold metal of ax, you heard Dean’s grunt which made you open your eyes and see that Bobby was here with a bronze dagger in his hand, already laced in Dean’s blood. The siren ran towards the opposite direction at the sight of him but could run far before the dagger was thrown flying right into his chest, killing him for good. The effect of his toxin seemed to have started to wear off when you noticed the confused then horrifying looks on Sam and Dean upon realizing what had happened. --------------------- You were standing with your back pressed against the side of your car and a beer in your hand, looking out to nothing in particular when you felt Dean’s hesitant steps stop beside you. They both had apologized for what had happened earlier before leaving the town but something told you Dean wasn’t quite done with it yet. “You know I didn’t mean what I said back there, right?” “Yeah, I know.” You offered him a small smile. You noticed the big bruises that were still bright red on his face while yours had already half disappeared. You raised your hand towards his face in order to help him with those but he softly pulled them down, lightly shaking his head. “Let them be. That’s the least I deserve for what I did.” He said. Silence fell between the two of you before Bobby walked in along with Sam and you turned your gaze towards them. “Thanks Bobby. You hadn’t showed up when you did...” you spoke but Bobby answered before you needed to complete that sentence. “Done the same for me, more than once.” He said, “You kids gonna be okay?” You nodded while Sam answered in ‘fine’ and Dean in a ‘good’. With that Bobby walked back but turned one last time, “You know, those sirens are nasty things. There’s no reason to feel bad, that it got to you.” He advised before getting in his car and driving off, leaving the three of you alone with yourselves, and each other.

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 7 years

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I Need More Part 2

A/N: It’s finally here! The second part to I Need More that everyone wanted! It got pretty long without smut, so no smut. Hope it lives up to the hype! Special thanks to @manawhaat and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their always fabulous beta services. I wish I had time to let them look over this one more time.

Summary: Reader runs away for a while, then has to face her fears.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: ANGST.

Word count: 4652 (Over twice as long as the first part, which just goes to prove that fixing shit is harder than screwing it up in the first place!)

For the fourth night in a row, you sat on the beach with a bottle in your hand and watched the sun set. It had taken you a couple of days to get here, but you were about as far away from Lebanon, Kansas as you could get and still be in the continental US. Maybe Maine would be further than Washington, but you’d turned left out of the motel parking lot, not right, so Washington is where you ended up. The weather had turned the day before, and it was chillier tonight, with a light misty rain making you feel even colder. The storm front was almost past, though, which was how you got to see the sun fall from behind the clouds before it sank into the ocean.

Six days. Six days since you’d given in to Dean Winchester’s charms and then woken up alone. Six days since you’d turned off the GPS and sound on your phone so no one could track you and you wouldn’t have to listen to the beeps and trills when they called or messaged. Five days since you’d considered turning it off completely, but knew that would send a message all its own and just prompt whoever was calling to really look for you. Four days since you’d found the rundown motel a block from the beach and plunked down enough cash to quiet the manager about the credit card that didn’t match the name you gave him. Three days since you’d slept for twelve hours, only to wake up from a dream that Dean was knocking on your door. Three days since you told housekeeping to fuck off and not knock on your door again. The days since then had settled into a nice routine: Wake up, shower, get dressed, try to eat, buy a newspaper you wouldn’t really read (unless you counted Marmaduke and Garfield), buy booze, try to eat some more, then settle on the beach to watch the sun go down and drink the bottle dry.

The mist and the chilly breeze had you shivering tonight, though, and no matter how beautiful it made the sunset, you were in an even worse mood than previous nights. By the time the stars were out, even though the rain had stopped, you were so cold your teeth were clacking together. Sounds from a bonfire down the beach floated through the air and you glimpsed happy people dancing to music and laughing at stories. The laughter was just as annoying as the chattering of your teeth, so you gave up your new nightly ritual of watching the waves in the moonlight and walked back to your motel.

Once you were warm and dry, you sat down on the bed and stared at the TV. It didn’t work, so all you saw was your reflection on the screen, which soon irritated you further.

How did you let this happen to you? How did you give Dean Winchester so much power that he could bring you this low? What happened to the independent, badass woman who took no shit from anyone and protected herself from everything? You weren’t the type to ignore calls and texts and wallow! You faced shit head on and fucking dealt with it!

Quickly very angry, you got up with the intention of just doing something. The room going for a spin reminded you that you weren’t really in any shape for that, at that moment. When the room eventually settled into a gentle rocking, you made yourself a cup of coffee with the ancient one-cup coffeemaker the motel provided. The first sip made you grimace. Shit, the coffee must have been as old as the décor. You drank it, anyway, suddenly needing to be sober and in control again. You’d moped enough. Time to wake up, get up, and deal with shit.

After the last drop was down the hatch, you turned to your phone, taking a deep breath to fortify yourself. You turned on the screen and faced your messages.

32 messages and 11 voicemails.

“First message dated six days ago, 4:54PM: ‘Hey, it’s Sam. Dean said you had a hunt and had to go. Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Call if you need backup, okay?’

“Second message dated four days ago, 10:28AM: ‘Hey, it’s Sam again. I’ve been sending texts but not getting an answer so figured I’d call. Did something happen during this last hunt? Dean’s acting off and you’re not answering. Call me, okay?’

“Third message dated four days ago, 3:18PM: ‘Hey kiddo, it’s Jody. Sam’s worried so he called me. Let me know you’re still breathin’, okay?’

“Fourth message dated two days ago, 11:47PM: ‘Y/N, it’s Sam again. Please call me back. Whatever happened, we’ll find a way to fix it. Please.’

“Fifth message dated yesterday, 9:24AM: ‘It’s Sam. Dean told me what happened and Garth told me there’s no hunt. I don’t know what to say. Please, just call me so we can talk. Or, if you don’t want to talk, just text me to let me know you’re okay and not dead in a ditch somewhere. I think we can fix this, but only if you talk to us.’

“Sixth message dated yesterday, 9:25AM: ‘Hey Y/N, it’s Garth. I just got a call from Sam looking for you and now I’m worried. Call me when you get this, okay?”

“Seventh message dated today, 9:05AM: ‘Y/N, it’s Jody. Sam called again and now I’m worried. You have twenty-four hours to call me, no texting, I need to hear your voice, or I’m putting a BOLO out on you. We just need to know some monster hasn’t gotten you.’”

The rest of the voicemails were hang-ups from either Sam or Jody, and the text messages were all similar to the voicemails. You looked over the messages, seeing all their worry spelled out right in front of you, and felt like a first-class heel. You sent off a quick text to Jody to tell her you were okay, and two minutes later your phone rang. It took five minutes of convincing her you weren’t being held captive or somehow under duress, but she finally believed that you were okay. She offered to listen if you needed to talk, but you weren’t quite ready for that, yet. You promised to call when you were ready, which was the only way she’d let you off the phone.

The call ended and you stared at the screen. Jody would tell Sam you were fine, you didn’t need to tell him yourself. At least, that was the lie you wanted to believe so you wouldn’t have to make the call. While you were working up the nerve to text Sam, your phone rang, and it was him.

“Hey, Sam,” you murmured, nerves taking over your voice.

“Oh, thank God, Y/N, I’m so glad to hear your voice!” Sam pulled the phone away from his ear and yelled in the background. “Dean! She answered!”

Heavy footfalls echoed in the background. “She’s okay?” you heard Dean ask, slightly breathless from his run.

Sam pulled the phone back to his mouth. “You’re safe, right? Jody said you’re okay, and it’s not like Poughkeepsie or that job we had in that one funky town, right?”

You almost smiled. “I’m safe, Sam. No one’s got me prisoner or anything. Just needed a few days of quiet time, that’s all.”

Sam shifted the phone again. “She’s safe, Dean. Hunt’s done, monster’s dead, just bruises.”

“Good,” Dean replied in the background. “Then I’m going to bed. Good night.”

Sam tossed a response away from the phone and then waited a moment before returning to your conversation. “I didn’t tell Dean that there wasn’t a hunt because I figured you had a reason for telling him that. So, now that he’s gone, tell me. Why did you lie to Dean and run away?”

Tears stung your eyes. “Because I was an idiot, Sam, and I let happen the one thing I always swore I would never let happen. I slept with Dean and woke up exactly like I thought I would: alone. I couldn’t let him see how much he hurt me, Sam, because it’s not his fault. I knew what I was getting into. I knew what would happen.” You wiped wetness from your cheek. “Do you know the old fable about the frog and the scorpion?”

“I think so,” Sam replied.

“The frog takes the scorpion across the river, but the scorpion stings the frog, anyway, because that’s just what scorpions do. I slept with Dean knowing he’d leave because that’s just what Dean does, and I can’t blame him any more than you can blame the scorpion. I’m the stupid frog, Sam. I should have known better.”

The line was quiet while you sniffled and Sam sighed.

“Are you sure he left that morning?” he asked. “Like really left, and not just went to run an errand?”

Your surprise at Sam’s question made you shift on the bed. “What do you mean, am I sure? I woke up and he was gone! Bags were gone, no note, no nothing! He left, Sam!”

“Okay, but then why did he go back?”

Your world screamed to a stop like a record player after someone pulled the plug. “What?”

“You said he left, but you obviously saw him long enough to lie to him about Garth sending you on a hunt. That means he came back, right?”

Words stuck in your throat while your brain stuttered. “Wha-… but… I mean… what?”

“I don’t think he left you like you think he did. I mean, that morning, he came to the hospital to check on me and brought me my duffel bag so I had clean clothes and my shaving kit and everything. He came into my room in a great mood with a smile on his face but all he’d tell me was he had a really good night. The doctors wanted to do some follow-up tests before they released me, so he said he’d be back later. When he came back, he was pissed off about something, but wouldn’t tell me what. I had to endure Metallica at top volume the entire drive back to the bunker.” Sam paused, and you could almost hear his bitch face. “So, I think that means he didn’t leave you like you think he did.”

There was obviously still some alcohol in your system because it took forever for your brain to catch up with what Sam was saying.

“But… he didn’t leave a note! All the bags were gone!”

“Maybe he thought he’d be back before you woke up?”

Stunned silence. What if you were wrong? What if he had come back for you? There were so many possibilities.

“I have to go, Sam. I need to think about this. Even if he came back for me, that’s no guarantee he wanted me as anything more than a fuck buddy, and I can’t do that. I care about him too much for that, Sam.”

“Okay. I understand. Just think about it. And you can always call me to talk, day or night, you know that.”

“Thanks, Sam,” you muttered before hanging up the phone and dropping it onto the comforter in front of you.

No sooner had you flopped back onto the pillows than your phone was chirping with a text message. You picked it back up with a groan, then held it in front of your face while your head was halfway buried in the pillow.

Garth: Why aren’t you responding? Why is your GPS turned off?? If I don’t hear from you in the next 12 hours, you’ll have me and every hunter I know coming for you! Ya idjit!

A smile danced on your lips for the first time in days. Garth was always good to you, keeping tabs on you in case you ran into trouble and helping you to find cases when you couldn’t find your own. You’d even spent some time with his pack and helped him clear out an invading pack that didn’t agree with Garth’s no-kill policy. Garth was a good friend and didn’t deserve you shutting him out.

You: I’m sorry. Just needed a break for a few days without people bugging me. I’m fine. If you’ve got a case for me, let me know.

***

Two days later, you were in the tiny town of Torrey, Utah, looking into the grisly deaths of some tourists who’d been camping in the nearby national park. Several campers had gone missing in recent months, but this was the first set of bodies discovered. The locals thought it was an animal attack, with whatever animal preferring to chow down on organ meat since several organs were missing from each body, but you’d noticed clean cuts beneath the claw marks. You suspected something was using claws to cover up the actual kill method but hadn’t figured out more than that based on just one trip to the morgue. Whatever it was, it was throwing clues pointing to all kinds of different monsters, possibly to throw you off. You needed to interview families and witnesses, not to mention heading into the park yourself, but it was getting late, so you headed to the deli/bakery that was attached to your motel. After a good sandwich and a piece of pie that just made you nostalgic, you decided to call it a night and sack out in your room.

You were doing your third verse of the hokey pokey with your room key card, mumbling about how it would probably be faster to just pick the damn lock, or shoot it out even, when you heard his voice behind you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Dean’s voice was barely loud enough for you to hear him over the crickets chirping, but you still caught the tremor in it.

You froze for a second, a quiet gasp filling your lungs. It was just enough time for the stupid door lock to finally register that the key card was valid and then lock again before you could turn the handle. Without thinking, you growled at the door, giving it a pound with your fist. Although vandalizing property was a tempting option at that moment, you decided to deal with Dean, instead. A deep sigh settled your twisting stomach as you turned around to see Dean standing a few feet away, looking as attractive as ever even in the unforgiving fluorescent porch light.

His shoulders were up, his head was down, and his hands were shoved so deeply into his pockets you were amazed his fists hadn’t burst through them. He wasn’t exactly looking at you so much as glancing around the dark parking lot with his head ducked and occasionally letting his eyes pass over your general direction. Seeing him look so… nervous… just took away any wind you might have had in your sails. You’d now had two days to think about what Sam had said, as well as what you had said to Dean before you’d left, and you felt about two inches tall. You suddenly wished you had pockets you could shove your hands into, as well.

“Hey Dean,” you tried to say, but it came out more like a nervous mumble than a friendly welcome. You cleared your throat and tried the whole talking thing again. “I am so--”

“Sam told me--” Dean started at the same time that you did.

You both stopped and gave each other nervous smiles, heads still ducking, weight shifting back and forth from one foot to the other. From the outside, it probably looked like some kind of intricate dance for introverted nerds.

You waved at the door. “If I can ever get this stupid thing to work, do you want to come in and talk?”

Dean’s face lit up, sending a warm feeling to calm the butterflies in your gut. He had an almost cocky gleam in his eye, even though his smile was still wavering a bit. “Yeah. I’d like that,” he said, his voice stronger now that his shoulders had dropped a couple inches.

The key card worked this time, first try, and you both entered the tiny room. You were only halfway in the door when you saw a body sitting on your bed that definitely wasn’t there when you’d left. A quick shove from behind sent you tumbling onto the bed yourself. As you struggled to catch yourself, the lights came on in the room and you recognized the person bound and gagged next to you.

“Dean???”

Shit. Shapeshifter.

The Dean on the bed managed a muffled groan, his eyes wide with alarm and darting frantically between you and the Dean that was locking the door. You rolled off the bed, landing with your feet solidly on the ground, ready to fight off whatever would come at you. A quick feel around the back of your waistband confirmed that whatever had shoved you into the room had also grabbed your gun, leaving you with only your assorted knives in all of their hiding places.

There wasn’t time to get at any of them, however, before Not-Dean was coming at you, gun emptied and tossed aside, fists flying. You fought hard, but the shifter was bigger and stronger than you, and he’d gotten a download of information from Dean on all of your weaknesses. Soon, you were overpowered, head fuzzy from too many blows, and on your knees, the shifter holding you by your hair while you tried to make the room come back into focus. Dean was furious, eyes fierce and face red, the cords in his neck standing out as he pulled on the ropes that tied his wrists to the rusty iron bedposts behind him.

That’s when the monster decided to monologue.

“You know, I came here just to find a Wendigo and see if a story an old shaman told my grandmother was true. So, I did your job for you, trapped a Wendigo, and had myself some Wendigo heart stew for lunch. And you know what? The old shaman was right! Mix the right hoodoo with the right organs from the right monster, and you can get all kinds of neat results!”

The room stopped spinning despite the shifter’s hold on your hair, and you carefully worked one arm behind you to reach for the silver knife in your boot. The trick would be to hide your intentions by continuing to look like you were ready to pass out. While you kept your hand out of his sight, you rolled your eyes at the shifter and scoffed with a pained wince.

“Really? You ate a Wendigo? Isn’t that a little ironic?”

The shifter yanked on your hair, making you wonder how expensive wigs were these days, and suddenly Not-Dean was growling in your face, making you grimace at his stench. “Ironic or not, it definitely gave me an upgrade.” He wiggled the fingers of his free hand in your face, and you watched as the nails grew into the sharp claws of a Wendigo.

Shoving down your panic at this new development, you tried to keep him talking until you could free your knife, still pretending you were too weak to move.

“So, the campers in the park… they were what, dessert?”

The shifter laughed as he tugged hard on your hair yet again and turned away from you to judge Dean’s reactions. The way he was standing gave you all the space you needed to grab your knife without him seeing. “Just a test run of my new powers. Oh, they didn’t even know what hit ‘em!” He kept on laughing like he’d told the funniest joke at the party while you continued inching your fingers into your boot. “You know, I just came here on a whim, and now I’ve got these amazing new abilities AND I have Dean Winchester and his little girlfriend in my pantry! I’m fucking awesome!”

He leaned down to get in your face again, giving you a blast of necrotic halitosis that made you want to bring up your dinner and momentarily stopped your hand. “Do you know, he was so nervous about coming here to talk to you? He was afraid you’d be mad at him for tracking you down, almost stalking you, or that you’d still be mad for the way he left you the last time, no matter what Sam told him.” The face in front of you was so smug you wanted to rip it off, even if it was Dean’s. “He was so surprised when you—well, it was me because I was waiting here for you while you enjoyed your dinner, but you know what I mean—when you overpowered him and tied him up, he didn’t even fight! He didn’t want to hurt you, bless his little stupid heart! He thought you were possessed! Tried to exorcise me!”

The knife was in your hand, now, and you were looking for your chance. While the shifter laughed about Dean trying to exorcise him, you reached behind him and slashed at the back of both of his ankles. With both of his Achilles tendons cut and burning from the silver, he crashed to the floor screaming in agony. In his pain and surprise, the hand holding onto your hair tugged you down with him, but once he hit the floor, he let go. You rolled away from him, preparing yourself for another attack, but he was too busy writhing and wailing.

Seeing your chance, you pounced on the shifter, plunging the silver knife into his heart. He almost looked surprised, but then his face relaxed and his final breath left his body.

It took you a minute or two of sitting and staring at the body before you were convinced it was dead. Muffled noises from the bed eventually brought you out of your exhausted stupor and you got up to take care of Dean. You pulled your knife from the body, wiping it off on its shirt, then stumbled around the bed to cut Dean’s ropes. While he freed himself, you collapsed onto the mattress.

Dean was leaning over you, checking out your injuries, holding his warm hands to your face and neck while he looked you over. “Damn, Princess, you had me worried there for a minute.”

You met his gaze and tried not to melt under the affection you saw in his eyes. Everything you’d wanted to say to him for the past couple of days bubbled up and started spilling out of your mouth. “I’m so sorry about what I said before I left. I didn’t mean it, any of it. I was scared and hurt and just wanted to run away.”

Dean’s hands slid around behind your shoulders and he pulled you to his chest where he held you close. The beating of Dean’s heart was comforting against your ear. You couldn’t imagine a better place in the entire world than in Dean’s arms and that thought almost kept you from hearing his words. “Sam told me you never saw my note, so I get it. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“You left a note?”

“Yeah. I did.” Dean’s heartbeat picked up. “Left it in the bathroom so the fan wouldn’t blow it away. Told you I was checking on Sam and getting breakfast and I’d be back soon.”

With a groan, you turned your face into his chest, wanting to hide there forever. “I never went into the bathroom. That’s why I never saw it. I’m so sorry, Dean!”

Dean pulled you away from his chest, cupping your face in his hands so you couldn’t avoid his eyes. “It’s okay. We’re past it, now. We can forget about it and start over, right?”

The fear flashed in his eyes so quickly you would have missed it if you’d blinked; he was just as scared of this as you were. You nodded, enjoying watching the tension bleed out of him as his mouth turned up into a wide grin. He then smashed that grin into yours, both of you trying to kiss and smile at the same time.

When you finally came up for air, the stiffness and aches in your body reminded you of the dead shifter on your floor.

“I think we need to burn this body to be safe, since he’s part Wendigo, now. And then we should get the hell outta Dodge before the maid sees this mess.”

Dean agreed, and the two of you cleaned up the room, wrapping the body in wrinkled motel sheets and stuffing it in the trunk of the Impala. You hung up the Do Not Disturb sign and the two of you headed out to burn and bury the evidence.

When the flames were burning high in the hole Dean had dug, you sat on the cooler a few feet away, watching Dean stare into the fire. He seemed lost in his thoughts and you wondered what he was thinking about. Filling in the hole didn’t involve much joking or conversation, and the drive back to the motel was quiet as the first faint light of dawn appeared over the horizon. In fact, Dean didn’t speak again until all your things were packed away and you were shutting the motel room door behind you.

“Hey, Y/N?” Dean said, his voice catching on your name while he shuffled his feet in the gravel next to the Impala.

“Yeah, Dean?” You walked over to your car and tossed your bag into the back seat before turning back to look at Dean.

“I know Sam’s always bugged you about moving into the bunker, and you’ve always said it wasn’t your style.”

The morning air was so quiet and still, you thought the pounding of your heart might echo between the buildings and accidentally wake the neighbors. “Yeah?”

Dean shuffled a bit more, running a hand through his hair and down over his face, his other hand shoved into his pocket. “Well, now that we, you know….”

As nervous as you were, wondering what Dean was going to say, you had to stifle a giggle at Dean being obviously even more anxious.

“Yeah, Dean?” you prodded quietly, moving closer to him so you could touch his arm.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d reconsider moving into the bunker. I’d really like to have you around as more than just a part-time friend.” He finally looked up at you and saw the smile on your face. Your smile made him brave, and he stepped into your space, lightly running a hand up and down your arm while he looked into your eyes. “In fact, I was wondering if you’d be willing to consider joining us full-time.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, not just hunting, but, you know, being with me.”

Considering the beating your face had taken, you were surprised you could smile as widely as you did.

“You want to try being with me? Just me? No flings, just the two of us?”

Dean’s face flushed and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. The pink in his freckled cheeks really set off the green in his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N. Just you and me. I know I’m no prize, and I can’t say I’ve ever done something like this before, but I’d like to give it a shot if you would. I’d like to try being, you know, more.”

Pushing yourself into his arms, your mouths were close enough to kiss. Dean debated it for a second before tightening his arms around you and keeping you close, your face nuzzling into his chest, right where his heart was. It was the warmest, safest embrace you’d ever known.

“Yeah, Dean. I’d like more, too… very much.”

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“He’s All Cockshow but No Action”

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader (female pronoun)

Genre : Romance

Warning : Beware! Semi cocky Tom Holland up ahead! Sorry, I can’t imagine this little cup of English Breakfast Lunch and Dinner could be cocky more than how I’ve wrote... Oh and also the changing POV, don’t want y’all to get confused

Word Count : 2337 words

A/N : I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME!! This story is tbh longer than I had expected to write but then again I need to set up a foundation to the story and also characters that correlates with everyone and the plot is also important... And I really had a rough time stopping myself. And btw I’ve been watching Desperate Housewives and whoever wants to bitch out the characters from the series (1-4, I’m slow, I know) come join me in my message box! I’d love to show the world that I’m not as lonely as what my ex thought I am. GUESS WHO HAS 338 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR WILSEN!!! Anywho, love is always welcomed and thank you for the request to this story although I’m not opening any request box but I just got inspired the second I read the word ‘hey could you make a cocky Tom Holland imagine?’ I’m a sucker for this British scone. H A L P M E H.

(Y/N)’s POV

“...And yes! Tom Holland’s co-star in the Spiderman movie trilogy confirmed to the rumour! (Y/N) told TMZ, ‘I have always admired Tom, he was a great co-worker but you know... He’s more than that to me’ and when asked what she meant by that she said, ‘You know, everyone has a celebrity crush, right?’ Though she didn’t really confirm nor deny it, we can all safely say that Hollywood’s bright star is crushing on her co-star! I’m-”

“I can’t believe this is happening...” I muttered in utter defeat after turning the tv off.

The news that I’m so totally into Tom Holland was spreading fast like a wildfire after the last interview I had had with TMZ a couple of days ago and TMZ just had the audacity to make it seem like I am head-over-heels for Tom.

Which is partially true.

But that’s not the point.

I threw the remote to my side and groaned loudly in frustration.

Zendaya who came from the kitchen could only laugh at me, “You’re doomed, man... I once dodged the bullet during Homecoming and I can’t believe it’d ricocheted to you”

I looked at my dearest friend with narrowed eyes, “Z, i’m being fucking serious here! Why do they have to post it now!? It’s hours away from the sequel red carpet premiere event and God do I need every single self-esteem I have left in me but this just ruined it... I am now officially trash to the media!” I exaggeratedly exclaimed while throwing my hands up desperately and flopping onto the couch ungracefully.

Zendaya sat herself on the armrest of the same couch I was seated at and calmly sip whatever drink she took from my kitchen’s fridge as she thinks of a way out of this situation, “You could just go straight into the venue... You know, dodging the reporters and all” she shrugged.

I looked up at her as if she was crazy, “And made myself look bad and made my publicist go mad? Not a chance” I scoffed at her so-called plan to get me out of the mess.

After a little more of thinking, neither Zendaya or I could find the solution. Of course it had no effect on Zendaya, but I on the other hand was going nuts at the thought of having to eventually face the reporters and worse, Tom himself.

“Z! What am I going to do!? I’m so totally not ready to face Tom!” I whined once more to her while clinging onto her leg like a baby koala. Zendaya looked up at me from her phone with a sympathetic smile, “Sorry baby, but you gotta get through this whether you like it or not...” She then slid next to me and hug me tight.

“By the way, who are you taking to the event?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes at her forgetfulness and nudge her lightly on her waist, “I’ve told you three times already this week, I’m taking my cousin Joel” “Right... I haven’t seen that little rascal since the last time we were on set”

As if on cue, my apartment door was burst open and in comes little cousins, running straight to me and tackling me with his powerful bear hug.

With them, the makeup artist and coordinator arrived with their equipments and dresses that Zendaya and I had chosen for the event.

“Okay, let’s get to work!”

Time skip, at the event

Zendaya went to the premiere by herself with her guests in her own car and I was in my own car with my cousin sitting next to me close with excitement.

“Are we going to see uncle Robert later?” Joel asked, his eyes sparkled with excitement as a grin stretched his small face. i nodded at his question, “Of course!” “And Tom too!?” his grin grew wider when he mentioned Tom’s name.

Him and Tom had became rather close. Tom have brothers himself so it wasn’t hard for him and Joel to become close whenever Joel is visiting during the filming of the movie.

Though I had suddenly gotten super nervous when Joel mentioned Tom’s name, I decided to put on a strong facade and pat his head lightly, “Yes, and Tom too”

Soon the car stopped in front of the red carpet with dozens upon dozens of news reporter around everywhere and fans cheering everywhere.

I put Joel in my lap and fix his tux, “Now, you need to listen to me... You need to stay close, hold my hand, and be a good boy the whole time, could you do that?” he answered me with the brightest smile and nod enthusiastically. I smiled back at him before opening the door, “Okay, show time”

The minute Joel and I stepped off of the car, cameras were on us and lights flashed everywhere.

I put a smile and waved a little at the camera before walking onto the red carpet. I stopped the moment I caught a nice big view of the poster that had both Tom and I snugly next to each other, him having a hand around my waist and me looking at him lovingly. Kinda reminds me of Iron Man 3′s poster.

Boy if he’d know my gaze was sincere.

While in daze, Joel had spotted someone, “TOMMY!!!” he yelled before running off somewhere, bumping himself against someone’s legs.

I trailed behind him and immediately lift him up into my arms, “You shouldn’t have done that! What if I lost you, huh? You’ve promised me you wouldn’t-”

“(Y/N)!”

‘Well fuck’

I look at the person Joel decided to bump into and saw a grinning Tom, “Hey Tom” I greeted sheepishly with a blush on my face and God was I thankful for not stuttering.

“Hey! I see you brought your cousin to the premiere... I brought my brothers too, you see” he grinned as he pointed towards his brothers and mom behind him.

I was about to make up an excuse and flee but a reporter came up to us and interrupts, “Well, look who we have here! Ugh! You both look adorable!” she said enthusiastically, “So tell me, did you both came together?” she asked, “Oh no, of course not!” I immediately shook my head with a sheepish grin, “Yeah we didn’t come together, although I would’ve liked that” Tom butted in.

Almost immediately, I look at him with an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ look, “And what do you mean by that, Tom?” “Well, I would’ve love to take her to the- our premiere, but she insisted on taking her cousin instead” he shrugged almost nonchalantly.

“Well, rumour has it that you both have been awfully comfortable with each other on the set! Tell me, is it true?” she then put her mic in front of me, forcing me to answer her, “W-well... All of us are! I-I mean everyone is close with one another and Tom and-and I are close too...” I uttered out in panic.

How I felt so damn dumb.

“Aww, (Y/N) is so shy talking about you, Tom! How’d you feel about that?” she asked before moving her mic in front of Tom.

Tom smirked and chuckled a little, “Well, honestly, I feel flattered that she felt such way about me... But I mean, come on... On-set crushes with co-stars is a must nowadays, right? It’s not impossible for your co-star to crush on you” he said almost in a smug-isn tone.

I stared at him like as if he was crazy, almost punching his darned beautiful face. But lucky for him, Anthony came and crashed the interview.

“Well well well, look who came out of the sandbox!” he grinned while putting his arms on my and Tom’s shoulders, sandwiching himself between us, “What’s the topic here? We talking about his apple juice addiction?” he asked the reporter.

“Well, we were talking about (Y/N)’s recently rumoured crush on Tom here, do you have something to say about that?” she asked back at Anthony.

He scoffed at her before answering, “(Y/N)’s crush on him? You should be talking about his crush on her!” he blurted with a chuckle.

I could’ve sworn Tom had his eyes wide stretched at Anthony and he looked dead scared, “I mean, I’m gonna spare the details, but I need to tell you, this boy here...” he paused to look at Tom and gave him a good hard smack on his shoulder before answering, “He’s all cockshow but no action!” Anthony then sneaked a sly wink off at me in which I replied with a smile.

“Well, would you elaborate the statement?” the reporter seemed to be more and more curious and boy does she looked determined to scrape every single detail.

“Nah, I’ll let time do that for me” Anthony then fled out of the scene, leaving the reporter to wrap up for our impromptu interview and left us alone.

By then I had let my cousin off on himself on the floor but keeping a firm hand in mine. Whereas Tom and I suddenly had this weird, heavy aura surrounding us and the tension is real.

Nevertheless, I decided to break the ice, “So... On-set crushes with co-stars is a must nowadays, huh?” I quoted him from his previous statement. Or more likely spat on him.

He didn’t seem like he got the idea though as he just chuckled and shook his head gently, “You don’t know how much of a cliche it is...” he said simply.

Well that does it.

“Wow... And here I thought you would’ve taken me to the premiere- oops, I mean ‘our’ premiere...” I answered back sarcastically while quoting the ‘our’ part, “But that would be too much of a cliche, am I right?” I then turn around before he could answer me and tug Joel along to meet up with the other casts. Preferably someone wiser than the ‘boy’ I had just talked to.

Tom’s POV

‘Fuck, I screwed it.’

I thought as I watch her walk away.

My shoulders were slumped in disappointment and I was mentally punching myself for saying something so stupid to probably the most wonderful person on earth.

“Hey man!”

I looked back and saw Jacob behind me with a smug grin on his face, “Dude, I totally saw what happened and I just gotta ask you... Are you that damn daft!?” he had his eyes narrowed at me in an accusing manner.

My eyes widened and out of reflex, I raised both of my arms in a surrendered motion, “Not my fault! That reporter lady bombarded me and Anthony gave me up like that to the press I was almost literally sandwiched between options! And you know how fucking sarcastic I got when I’m flustered!!”

Jacob sighed at my poor attempt to explain myself, “Look man...” he then put an arm on my shoulder, “You gotta stop messing things up if you’re serious about her... Just... Just be yourself!” he grinned.

After Jacob said that, I felt a sudden relief.

I grinned back and bump his shoulder once lightly with my fist, “Thanks Jacob, I think I kinda needed that...” “Pleasure’s all mine brother and soon you’ll be giving her one if you play your cards right” he winked jokingly, making me roll my eyes at him, “You’re disgusting” I told him before running off to catch up with (Y/N).

“Hey-”

“Not now Tom, I need to get inside” (Y/N) immediately said the very second I managed to catch up to her and stood next to her.

She almost immediately tug her baby cousin forward and into the theatre.

Thankfully, I was not feeling like being ignored all day long.

I immediately scoop Joel into my arms and held him away from the now-shocked (Y/N). She had a look of pure shock and confusion, I’m guessing she wasn't expecting me to just apprehend her baby cousin like that.

“Tom... Give me Joel back” she said with a sigh, she looked defeated for a split second and then she just looked exasperated. But despite all that, she managed to look like an angel.

“No, not until I get to clarify everything with you” I insisted, holding Joel tightly in my arms. The poor boy was confused as hell and it was never my intention to make the poor baby this confused.

(Y/N) moved her gaze between me and Joel.

She did so for a couple more times before nodding defeatedly, “5 minutes, Holland... I’m needed else where and this baby needs his nibble” she said before taking Joel out of my arms and onto the floor where he stood by himself.

“I-I- I’m really sorry for sounding like a jerk earlier and made you sound foolish- IN WHICH YOU ARE NOT!” I immediately added the very second I had realized what I told her, “The thing is... I... I really like you... I like you more than a friend and that’s probably one of the reason as to why I could act so... Natural with you during filming” by the end of it, I had somehow moved closer to (Y/N) and held both of her hands in mine.

(Y/N)’s expression had changed from ticked off to a softer expression that just made her look more heart-stopping than before.

“So what I’m trying to say is... Would you please forgive my stupid arse and go to dinner with me tomorrow?” I hopefully asked.

Shockingly, she chuckled at me and answered, “I gotta agree with the part where you said you have a stupid arse” she teased me by copying my accent, “And... I don’t typically eat dinner” she smirked at me.

I swore my face fell at that.

“But I love brunch, so you better plan this good, Holland” she said before turning back and waltzed to blend in with the crowds.

She turned her head towards me one last time, sent me a wink and then blend in completely with the rest of the people.

“She’d be the death of me for sure”

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selinavizari · 7 years

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Hotel Encounter

Sexy Encounter with Taron in NYC hotel after meeting at a party. 3,105 word count. Mature Content. ****This is my first fan fic post. Ah! I’m a little nervous, haha, :3*****

I can’t believe this is actually happening. Don’t fuck this up. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. That became my mantra as I brushed my hair, placed it into a loose bun. Frantically, I stare close into the mirror and grumbled at my features. What am I going to do with you? The eyebags. A lovely acne breakout. Eyebrows are trash. I take a deep breath, crack my knuckles, raise my eyebrow and give the mirror a sly smirk. Let’s get to work, shall we? Can’t keep Taron waiting. 2 hours. I have 2 hours to make myself drop dead gorgeous and ooze glamor. Now was my chance to make the impression of a lifetime. His (chiseled) jaw has to drop.

We’ve met before this fateful evening. A friend of a friend who has heavy-weight contacts in Hollywood introduced us at soiree in NYC. Oh, I wish you could have seen how cool I played it! Despite the fact that Eggsy was just my phone wallpaper last month. We had a conversation about film-making. He was endearing, every smile was genuine and I could see how passionate he is about his work. Time flew as we chatted. I gave him my card and left an open invitation… if he was ever in New York that could should give me a call. Immediately after this chance encounter, I called my sister and gushed about every detail. His cologne, biceps, everything. She burned with envy! Then storytime was over and I moved on. That was 3 months ago. Tonight I received a facetime from an unsaved number. My eyebrows furrowed and I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck is this? I angle the phone so that my forehead and eyes could only be seen by whoever made the call. When I saw who it was… my heart sank, butterflies began to float in my belly and sweat started forming on my back. HE REMEMBERED ME. “H-h-hi T-t-taron! Nice of you to reach out to me!” I started nervously rushing my hands through my hair and realized that my voice was way too loud. He replies in that wonderful melodic accent, “You’ve been on my mind lately, love. I’m in NY and I’d like to hang out with you a lil bit. I can send you the directions to the hotel I’m staying at. What you think?” My eyes widened and I froze like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes squinted with frustration. “Are you there? Fuckin’ Apple! I betta not be losing connection -” I snapped back to reality and responded like I reading off of cue cards, “Of course! I’d love to spend time with you. It’s going to take a few moments for me to ready.” “Oh darling, I completely understand. I coming straight out of the blue with this rendezvous. Can you be here by 7?” Oh shit it’s 5. “Of course! I’ll see you soon, Taron.” “Bye- bye!” He gave a big ole toothy grin. Facetime Call Ended.

In a blur, I ready myself for this meetup. my hair is now freshly flat-ironed. My skin radiant courtesy of my previous trip to Sephora. A rouge lip and smoky eye shadow. I’m wearing my best form-fitting high rise black denim skinny jeans that makes my ass look out of this galaxy. A white v neck cotton shirt tucked in carefully. A nice dose of cleavage never hurt. I stare down at my toes and wonder what kind of shoes should I wear as I dig into my closet. This was an emergency. I need the big guns. The Red Bottom Christian Louboutins. Yes, yes and more yes. Almost ready. Rummaging through the jackets I came across my Bad Bitch Motorcycle Leather Jacket. “Oh this would do just fine.” I take a look at my floor length mirror, strutted like a supermodel towards it and plant a kiss on it. I posed my body to check out every angle. Bitch, you are so ready for this. He won’t know what hit him.

I’m so not ready for this. This thought kept creeping into my thoughts as I sat in the uber. We were arriving in 5 minutes and it finally dawned on me. This is first time you’re going to be in a room alone with him. What the fuck am I going to say? I didn’t think this through at all. What if I say something weird? What if he gets bored with me? I’m starting to lost in my doubt and insecurity. “This is it, right?” I was jolted by the driver’s inquiry. “Yeah, yeah it is!” I climbed out of the vehicle and hurried towards the entrance. The heels clacked loudly on the marble flooring. It made me feel like everyone was staring. I shuffled my feet nervously as I stood in the lobby waiting to speak to the hotel clerk. The clerk was slim, tall elderly man who had a vacant stare. The name tag said Gary. When it was my turn to speak my voice raised a few octaves. “Hello Gary, I’m here to visit Taron Egerton.” The man grimaced, leafed through a book, called a number and spoke, “A young lady by the name of….” he absently gestures towards me with his long skeleton like fingers. “My name is Y/N!” “Her name is Y/N and she’s hear to visit.” Taron continues to speak. “Mhm. Mhm. Okay, Mr. Egerton. She’ll be up in a few moments.” Gary hangs up. “Room 805. Eighth floor, of course” “Yeaaah, I get it. Thanks” I roll my eyes at his rudeness and start to walk towards to elevator. When I go inside, I’m startled to be confronted by reflection. I sassily stick my tongue out. Hey cutie. I could feel the elevator gently ascend my eyes glanced up towards blinking floor numbers. My stomach started to feel tight. Too late to back out now, right? The Eighth Floor. I’ve arrived. I strutted, switching my hips down the hallway toward Taron’s room. Here we go. I knocked on the door. Pause. Ten long seconds pass by. The doorknob turns and Taron reveals himself.. He was wearing a black linen shirt. The first two buttons are undone. His sleeves are rolled up revealing his muscular forearms. Those relaxed dark denim jeans are looking damn good on him. I quickly glanced all the way down and noticed he was barefoot. I felt overdressed in these flashy heels. “Come in! Come in!” His hands reached for mine as he closed the door shut. The sudden gentle grip of his strong, warm hand caught me off guard. He lead me into the room which was top-notch. “My God! You look stunning!” I blushed and ran my hands through my hair nervously. “Oh Taron! You embarrass me.”

“I’m sorry… but I calls it as I sees it.” He murmured as eyes glazed over my figure. He suddenly asked cheerfully, “Would you like a drink? We’ve got sparkling water, apple cider, a bottle of pinot grigio…”

“A glass of pinot grigio sounds fabulous to me.” Lord knows I needed something to calm my nerves. “Anything for the lady.” He winked and hopped over to the bar. I stole glances of him. Watched him scurry around for a glass. He held it up to the light to check for any water spots. “It’s so nice to see you, Y/N. I loved talking about films with you. So insightful.”

“Wow, thanks. I try my best.” I looked downward to avert his gaze. Then he swiftly grabbed the wine bottle opener and attempted to get it open. He struggled and then chuckled as I was watched him utterly amused. I walked towards the bar, leaned over and rested my head on my hand. “Need any help? All those muscles and you can’t get this little bottom open. What a shame!” He let out a chuckle and nodded his head. “You're right, dear. I’ve been defeated. Pinot Grigio 1 Taron 0.”

“May I?” I pointed towards to the bottle. “By all means!” He bowed his head and side stepped. I took off my jacket in a over the top manner as if I were a Vegas magician and proceeded to open it with complete ease. Taron was my adoring audience member and began to clap, “Bravo! Bravo! I think I can handle pouring it into the glass.”

“You sure about that?” I teased. He fake pouted. “Duh! I can do that. I’m a big boy now.” I laughed at how childish he made his voice. His boyishness was endearing. He poured my glass and then poured himself one.

I mentioned the rude hotel clerk. Taron frowned, “Oh yeah that guy’s dick. I don’t know what his problem is. How dare he talk to a lovely lady like yourself in that manner. The man must be blind.” He shook his head. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the idea that he sincerely found me attractive. He caught the sour look in my expression. “You think I’m lying or somethin’?” The tone in his voice was that of disbelief. “Noooo… I’m just not good with compliments. Modesty is a curse, you know?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“You really didn’t have to do all of that.” He gestures his hands towards my face. My eyes lowered and I felt exposed. He sensed that I might have been offended. “Oh no no no! I’m just saying I was perfectly okay with the girl who answered the video call. This is nice too.” He stared down into his drink and sipped gingerly waiting for my response.

“ ...Well thanks. I do appreciate that. All of this” I circled my hand around my face, “...makes me feel good, maybe sexy even.” He raised his eyebrow, tilted his head and gave a sly smirk. Suspicion entered my voice.”...what? What are you thinking?”

“Oh nothing really. I’m just imagining you trying to achieve this look in such a short time!” “What can I say? I wanted to impress you....” Fuck, why did I say that. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He rolled his eyes, “I’m nobody! I wanted to impress you and I showed up to the door like a barefoot child with this unbuttoned wrinkled shirt while you came in like the real movie star.” We laughed. Trying to impress me? Holy. Shit. This just took an interesting turn. “Do you want to take this bottle to the sofa? This stool is hurting my arse.” I giggled and swiftly turned around to take a quick look at the white 3-seater. “Sure, why not?” Hell yeah I do. I took off those heels and let my feet sink into the thick, lush carpet. “Now I understand why you stayed barefoot. This feels amazing!”

“Look at you getting comfy! Atta girl!” He seemed pleased. I plopped on the left end and him on the right. We both brought up our feet up so we could curl up nicely. “This is nice.” I said softly, and stared into his eyes. We locked eyes for more than a few seconds. It was a pleasing silence. Not strange at all. I sipped some more. We ended up chatting about our upbringing, and silly childhood memories. The intimacy was lovely. Talking to him felt natural. The conversation became a bit more explicit as we began to discuss our first sexual experiences in teenage years. I expressed my displeasure at how horrible my first time was. Taron shook his head in disgust. “A man should always take time to know a woman’s body and what she wants.”

“Agreed! Some of these idiots couldn’t find the clitoris even it smacked them dead in the face.” He nearly choked on his wine from laughter. “You’re too funny! I swear. But you’re right though.”

“Mhm!” I nodded. “It’s tough being a straight woman I tell ya.”

“Would you experiment with women to see what it’s like?”

“Hmmmmm…” I took a deep sip of wine. Taron’s hands shot up in the air “...and that’s a YES! Nice. You are unbelievably sexy, you know that? I don’t care what you say. You’re not going play modest tonight!” He wagged his finger at me disapprovingly. “Okay! Okay! I’m...hot. You satisfied?” I leaned my head back pretending to be irritated. He couldn’t mask the lust in his eyes. “...Not yet.” He bit his lip. “I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“You say that you’ve had awful experiences with men. How do you think I’d measure up?” Oh. My. God. My face burned. My nether regions began to throb. “Hmmm…” I began to examine my manicured nails, acting as if I was really deliberating. “Well…” I noticed he was hanging on my every word… just waiting for his green light. He hadn’t moved from his spot. I gave him a response, “I don’t know. But I’d love to find out…” My breathing grew heavier.

He climbed over me and kissed me softly, I kissed him right back. Our mouths began to open and our tongues were massaging each other. All of those intruding insecure thoughts melted away. This was now and I wanted every inch of him. I began undoing his shirt and my impatience got the best of me and I tored it off. The buttons flew off. He kept kissing me and growled in my ear, “Oh! Is that how much you want it. Okay.” He swiftly unhooked my bra and lift my white shirt over my head revealing my breasts. He began flicking his tongue on my nipple and massaging my other breast. I groaned audibly. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He kissed all over my abdomen. He yanked off my jeans and underwear. The cool air of the room made me shiver. I watched him intently with my mouth slightly agape. He spread my legs and started to place his finger inside of me. “Oh my…” He licked his lips lasciviously. “You are very, very wet. Just how I like it.” His finger slowly went in and out and I gasped. “That feels so fucking good.” He nodded. “Wonderful...” He placed two fingers and angled it so that it hit my G-spot. “Oh my...Ah!” I moaned uncontrollably. I involuntarily tried to close my legs. He firmly kept them apart. I didn’t want him to stop. He kept my legs spread. He leaned down and kissed my abdomen and planted a gentle kiss on my clit. It drove me mad. I threw my head back in anticipation to what I was in store for. He took the tip his stiff tongue and licked slowly. My eyes rolled back. He gently pulled back the hood so he can stimulate me the most. He started going to work. Flicking his tongue wildly. My back arching and my toes were curling. I couldn’t take it. I was going to come. I was getting so fucking close. He suddenly stopped and lifted his head, “Y/N would you say that I found your clitoris?” He acted as he was genuinely puzzled and needed guidance. “HA! Are you kidding me?!” I slapped my hand on my forehead in utter disbelief. “Yes! Taron! Yes! You are too hilarious. You ridiculous, beautiful man!”

“I shall continue.” He winked at me and picked up exactly where he left off. I gently ran my hands through his hair. My orgasm started building up again and he didn’t stop while I was shaking uncontrollably. I was out of breath. Taron sat up and I noticed his raging erection in his jeans. I sat up, reached over and grabbed his crotch, “I think I can help you with that.” He sat back down on the sofa, “Pretty please, love.” I smiled and pulled down his zipper. He wiggled out of his jeans. I pulled down his briefs and I started stroking him softly. He let out a moan. My mouth made its way down. I started bobbing up and down, with increasing speed. “Yeeeesss, just like that. Just like that. Mmm…” I could taste his pre cum. I used my tongue to lick the tip and go all the way down shaft. He was much bigger than I thought and I started to rub my clit. It was still swollen and wet from juices. He took my head and guided me up and down. He got harder and harder. I was pretty sure he was going to come but then he lifted my head to kiss me. He whispered. “Get up. I want to fuck you so badly.” He turned me around, bent me over the sofa, and slipped his hard dick inside of me. He thrusted hard and I cried out. “Oh Taron! Yes! Please don’t stop. Fuck me hard just like that.” He kept on. He slapped my ass, firmly grasped my hair and continued to fuck me until I could barely breathe. I could hear how my ass slapped against him and how he grunted. “You like this, Y/N? Tell me you love it” He breathed into my ear. “Oh my god fuck yes!” I screamed. “I’m gonna come!”

“Yes, Come! I wanna make you come again!” He started thrusting faster. I swore I saw stars. An orgasm rocked through my body. I almost went limp. He pulled out, pulled me over his shoulder, marched over to his bed and threw me down. This was exhilarating. I don’t know how much more I can take. He spread my legs and licked my clit some more. I was on cloud nine. He then lifted my legs up as far as he could and plunged himself inside of me until he knew he was about to come. His body glistened with sweat and his eyes were wild with lust. He pulled out and came all over my breasts and I surprised him by blowing him again. He threw his head back in ecstasy as I slowly came to a stop. He slumped into the bed and I laid next to him. He reached over his night stand, grabbed a few tissues and wiped me down. Made sure it was all off of me. I noticed all of our clothes were strewn on the floor. We laid down together. I’m curled underneath his arm and studied his chest heave. Instinctively, I laid my hand there. His hands ended up playing with my hair. He took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes and groggily said, “...Your makeup didn’t budge. Not even a little. Amazing.” I let out a dry laugh. I didn’t want this night to ever end.

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seraphichan · 7 years

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the first lines of my last 20 fics

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 fics (or however many you have altogether) and see if there are any patterns. Then, tag some of your fave authors.

tagged by the ever lovely @kiokushitaka ! thank you <3 (and sorry this took me so long - i am the worst)

i’ll tag @mongoose-bite @generatorcat @pinkheichou @fairylights101 @agent-2-6 and anyone else who might like to give this a go

Reciprocate

There weren’t many things that surprised Moblit anymore. Working under Hange had made him immune to the shock of the uncertain and unknown. But that didn’t mean there still weren’t some things that managed to catch him off guard.

Like when Levi said

“Sure.”

Moblit was joking when he had asked if Levi wanted to go out drinking with him. He expected a curt “No”, accompanied by a disgusted scowl, as that was what anyone else ever got. Even Erwin, on those rare nights he wasn’t cooped up in his office, was rebuffed time and again.

Alow/Lethargic

Jean had planned to go to the gallery. It was opening exhibition night for him and a handful of other students. It was bad manners - and bad self-promotion - not to go, but Jean was so fucking tired from finishing the projects in his showcase, and then setting them up, that he decided: Fuck it. He was going to go to bed. He would have been dead on his feet had he gone anyway.

He was enjoying some quality shut-eye until his dorm door slammed open and jolted him awake.

“Sorry.”

That was Levi’s voice. Jean would recognize it anywhere. He was almost always with Eren; they were near inseparable as a couple.

Defile/Hummock/Slough

“Alright! Everyone line up! It’s time for lunch!”

There are screams and shouts and what sounds like a herd of tiny buffalo as the kids abandon whatever they are doing on the playground and run towards Petra and Levi. Once they are all in order - or as orderly as a bunch of first graders will get anyway - Petra marches them inside, single file. Levi stands to the side and counts them as they pass.

Twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two…

Levi frowns. They’re missing one.

(oops, this got waaaaay long, so check out the rest under the cut~!)

Cartographer/Orientate

For all the hell they went through, the defeat of the titans came quickly enough. It was...odd. The world as they knew it had effectively come to an end and they were left with nothing but the question

“What now?”

Eren looked at Jean. He didn’t have an answer for him. The walls were gone, taken down bit by bit, titan by titan. Eren was so tired. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he felt too restless to do it.

“Well,” Armin piped up from between them, “we spent so much time fighting to live. Now we can actually do it.”

Pittance/Factoid/Junket

Mike did well. Levi half believed he had punched Erwin after all. And Erwin took his supposed beating quite gracefully. Whoever that Hange person was, they knew how to write a speech. It made Erwin sound noble for persevering through this hardship, and it gave him a chance to reiterate his intent to clean up crime in the city, should he be elected.

Of course, Lobov dealt with that in a press conference of his own. He came on a mere hour after Erwin, slander dripping from his tongue.

“--a fake attack meant to get him sympathy votes and nothing more--”

If Lobov hadn’t already shelled out the money, Levi would have been worried he had actually figured out it was fake. But, as it was, it just made the statement hilarious to Levi.

Tatterdemalion

The trek up the mountain was as arduous as he remembered, but Erwin was prepared for what was at the peak this time.

Or so he hoped.

The price for a spell was not clear cut. There was no starting cost based on the nature and power of it, or how it might be used. There was only estimation and uncertainty.

The first time Erwin came he did not realize this. He had brought a sack of gold, thinking that currency would be an acceptable currency. Levi - or The Tiny Witch as most people called him, though Erwin was certain he shouldn’t call Levi that to his face - had sneered at him and told him to leave. Perplexed, Erwin went back down the mountain. Was it not enough? He returned a few days later with double the gold and was met with the same reaction.

Eighty-six

“The usual?” Hunk asks him when he comes in.

Lance supposes he should be more concerned that he has a regular order at the fast food restaurant on the college campus, but considering the perks - frequent discounts on his food and access to the company’s private, password protected wi-fi so he gets faster internet - he can’t seem to find a reason to be concerned at all.

“Yeah,” he answers, digging out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and laying them on the counter.

“Rough day?” Hunk asks as he takes the money and taps in Lance’s order.

Ambiguous

Levi’s phone pinged and he dug it out of his pocket, tapped at the notification and opened his email. It was an e-vite to Erwin’s birthday party. Hange already knew Levi was coming - he had helped them book the hotel for the occasion just a few days prior - but he supposed this was his official invitation. He replied with a Of course I’m coming, you shitstain, then scrolled to the bottom in search of the most important information.

What the fuck to take.

He had asked Hange to list some ideas so he could attempt to get a decent present for once - he was abysmal at gift giving, tending to go for things that were boring and practical over exciting and inventive.

Levi stopped scrolling when he saw “gift ideas” and pursed his lips in disappointment when he read the message:

Bring something nice! :)

Hyperbole

Levi sneers at the bowl Kenny sets before him. “This looks so bad it’s already giving me the shits.”

“Listen hear, you little cuss, you said you were hungry so I made you dinner.” It’s only defrosted and reheated leftovers of some questionable casserole the old lady downstairs made Kenny nearly a year ago, but still. It’s something. “And it looks just fine,” Kenny grumbles.

“If I eat it, I’ll probably die. Do you want to kill me?”

“Getting close.”

Vaticination

Erwin should have seen this coming, but hindsight, as they say, is twenty-twenty.

The plan was: the more decorated officers he brought, the more admirable the Survey Corps would seem, and the more funding they would potentially get from the nobility. Of course the plan didn’t work if all of his most decorated officers were either too anti-social or too in-your-face.

Widdershins/Snaffle

There was the sound of a doorbell and Armin lifted his head, watched as the security guard swung around in his chair and looked at the monitor on the desk by the door. He stood and pressed the button, and in walked Armin’s dad.

“Hello,” he greeted the guard, “I received a call about Armin Arlert?”

“You the dad?” the guard asked.

“Yes,” he smiled. “Erwin Smith.” He held out his hand.

Napery

When Erwin came home Levi was ironing the table linen.

It’s not as if that never happened, but normally the only time it did was after washing them and before using them, which was only around the holidays. It was August now, nothing of note in sight for months, so Erwin immediately knew something was wrong.

“Levi?”

Levi’s shoulders twitched and he put the iron down, but he didn’t turn.

Flack

Levi was halfway through his cup of tea when a man - taller than Erwin, how even? - knocked on the back door and let himself in to the tune of Erwin’s mother cooing “Mikey!”

“Dee,” he greeted in return.

“How have you been?” she asked.

“Good, thanks,” he said quietly, smiling at her. His gaze flicked to Levi. “This the short son of a bitch you mentioned on the phone?”

“Oi,” Levi huffed.

Brachiate

There are many questions Levi could ask at this moment--

Are you okay? Do you need help? Who’s going to pay for my window? How did you manage to throw yourself through my kitchen window in the first place?

--but all that comes out of his mouth is:

“The fuck?”

Ignoble

Exude confidence, Levi reminded himself. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, sat up a little straighter in his chair. Act like you’re supposed to be here.

Because he certainly didn’t feel like he did. Everyone was walking around like they had been birthed in their Armani suits, five dollar coffee cups in their hands along with the silver spoon.

Levi, on the other hand, couldn’t stand coffee, and, even if he could, certainly wouldn’t pay that much for it. He wasn’t exactly dressed for success, either. Sure, he was in a suit, but it was an ill-fitting one. It belonged to his uncle that he hadn’t seen in years. It smelled like smoke and everything was too big. He had to hike the waistband up to his ribcage in order to get the crotch to fit right, and the arms and legs were so long that he had to fold the extra fabric up and in and pin them in place to get them to stay.

It had him feeling like he was still ten, despite just turning thirty.

Watershed/Transpicuous

“Tell me - what was it like aboard the Rogue?” Erwin asks.

It’s not a loaded question by any means, but Jean can make it one, depending on his answer.

“Armin’s doing fine,” he answers, deciding to risk it.

The air stills immediately. Hange stops flipping through the book in her hand and Levi sits up straighter in his chair. Mike glances to Erwin who nods at him, then he pops his head into the hallway to make sure no one is around before closing the door with a clatter and locking it.

Jean swallows. He is so dead.

Sarcasm

The buzzer for their door goes off and Mikasa jumps.

“Annie, the door.”

“Ignore it,” she says, continuing to lick and bite up the inside of Mikasa’s thigh.

Another, longer buzz sounds, and then Mikasa’s phone starts to ring.

Annie sighs and releases Mikasa’s skin from between her teeth, presses her face into the bed. “Persistent fucking...I swear if it's--”

“Hello, Jean,” Mikasa greets over the phone.

Annie growls and rolls off the bed.

Munificent

It starts small - a kiss to the cheek before he leaves for work, flowers at his desk when he gets there. Before his stomach can even growl for lunch he gets a special carryout delivery from his favorite Turkish restaurant. In the afternoon another bouquet arrives, this time accompanied by a box of chocolates - imported chocolates that Eren knows costs well over three hundred dollars.

When he leaves at the end of the day, instead of taking the subway a car is waiting for him outside to take him home. The ride is longer because of rush hour, but the interior is cool and comfortable in a way that the subway definitely is not, and there’s a bottle of champagne he can sip on as he waits.

Eren knows his face is red, can feel his ears burning - when the car pulls up to their high rise apartment complex and he gets out to follow the path of rose petals on the ground that lead into the foyer and to the elevator, which, instead of its normal smooth jazz jingle, plays the first song they ever danced to as he rides it up.

Retrospective

“This is the faculty art show. Shouldn’t you be out there mingling, Eren?” Levi asked.

Yes, he should be, but how could he when his pants were pitched like a fucking circus tent?

This was his fault, he supposed. He forgot it was opening night or else he wouldn’t have taken Levi’s suggestion that morning to wear a vibrating plug all day.

Eren jolted and gasped as Levi increased the setting.

“Shh,” Levi cooed, “or they’ll hear you.”

Unreconstructed/Occam’s Razor

“...of unreconstructed bias, but if we applied the principles of Occam’s Razor to the platform of business, we could project...Erwin are you listening?”

“Not really,” he admitted.

Hange sighed. “I need you to try and pay attention for me, please. If I’m going to be a TA for Professor Arlert, I need to get this presentation in order.”

“You’re not going to get his attention until he gets an eyeful of his sexy art man,” Mike said.

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School Bully

Request: Yes / No 58 with Barry Allen please? Fem!reader The Barry Allen can be angst and fluff as well Anon

Requests are open <3 Have a nice day/night

Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2366

Warnings: Getting hurt, I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Prompt(s): “You don’t have to say anything.”

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Team Barry never can catch a break. New meta-humans all the time and since the Flash was still new to the city many people weren’t taking him seriously. It was late at night, Cisco, Caitlin,Dr. Wells and I were all working at the labs.

“Check your math. Your dispersal models don’t correlate.” Caitlin said as her and Cisco came up the elevator.

“Uh, they do if you factor in the seasonal fluctuations in reproduction cycles.” Cisco said.

“What exactly are we debating?” Dr. Wells asked.

“The average number of bugs Barry swallows in a day of running.” Cisco answered as we entered the room.

“Sorry, what?” I asked, turning to face them.

“I look forward to seeing you accept your Nobel.” Dr. Wells said with a sarcastic smile.

“Barry?” Cisco asked worriedly. Barry was laying on the floor and we all rushed over to him.

“Barry? Are you okay?” I asked, getting to him first and kneeling next to him. I gently touched him and he groaned in pain.

“Help me get him up.” Caitlin said and we lifted him up. We laid him on a bad that Caitlin had brought out and she started checking him over.

“Cisco, Y/N, come, let’s give Miss. Snow some space to work.” Dr. Wells said and we followed him out of the room. We all tried to distract ourselves with work, but I couldn’t.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I asked and Cisco looked up at me with a smirk.

“He’ll be fine Y/N/N, he has speed healing after all.” He said and I bit my lip.

“I know, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be okay.” I said and he shook his head with a smile.

“You really should just tell him how you feel already.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Please, we all know he’s in love with Iris, he wouldn’t even give me a thought.” I said looking back down at my tablet.

“You never know until you try.” He said.

“Guys, you can come back in now!” Caitlin said and we all walked back in to see her finishing up.

“13 fractures.” She said and I started at Barry in shock.

“That’s a new record, and that’s just in your hand.” She said to him.

“Just? What else is wrong?” I asked.

“He also has a concussion, three cracked ribs, and a bruised spleen.” She answered and my eyes widened.

“Even with his powers, he’ll need a few hours to heal.” She added and Barry nodded.

“What exactly did you hit?” Dr. Wells asked.

“A man. A big, bad man.” Barry answered and I furrowed my brow.

“His skin changed when I hit him. Like, it turned to metal.” He said and my eyes widened again.

“Interesting. A man of steel.” Wells said.

“So you went after a meta-human alone?” Cisco asked, walking up to us.

“Why didn’t you call us, Barry?” I asked.

“I didn’t know what he was. Besides, I was off-duty.” He answered, sitting up.

“Hmm?” Caitlin hummed.

“You’re lucky he didn’t knock out your teeth. Those puppies don’t grow back.” Cisco said and I sent him a glare.

“The strange thing is I feel like I knew him.” Barry said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He said something that was familiar, but he’s gonna hurt someone if we don’t stop him. So how do I fight a guy that’s made of steel?” Barry asked.

“We will find a way. Tonight, you heal.” Wells said.

“Yeah.” He said and everyone went to research.

Barry was fully healed in the morning and went to work like normal. We were all at the lab trying to figure out what we could do about this new meta-human. It was about noon when Barry returned to the lab.

“Hey Barry, get anything from work?” I asked.

“Actually yeah, I know who our new meta-human is.” He answered.

“Really? Who?” I asked.

“He’s the guy that bullied me in school.” He answered and I thought back.

“Wait, do you mean Tony?” I asked, shocked and everyone looked at us.

“That’s the one.” He answered with a sigh.

“So, your childhood nemesis is now an unstoppable meta-human. That is seriously messed up.” Cisco said.

“I had a childhood nemesis. Lexi La Roche. She used to put gum in my hair.” Caitlin said.

“Jake Puckett. If I didn’t let him copy my homework he’d give me a swirly.” Cisco said.

“Now’s not the time guys.” I said.

“Y/N’s right, now that we’ve established that we’re all uber-nerds, what are we gonna do about Tony?” Barry asked.

“Glad you asked.” Cisco said and started moving around the room.

“We’re gonna train you, man.” He said walking into the other room and we followed.

“Karate Kid style. Behold!” He said and moved a screen to reveal a robot he apparently made.

“I call him Girder.” Cisco said proudly.

“For the record, not my idea.” Caitlin said.

“Mine either.” I added.

“Fighting is physics. It’s not about strength. It’s not about size. It’s about energy and power. Channel your speed the right way and you can totally take this bad boy down. Now obviously your Girder is a moving target.” He said and picked up a controller.

“So…” He said and started making the robot move. Barry looked over at Caitlin and me, we smiled nervously.

“I have ice and bandages standing by.” Caitlin said. Barry shook his head and then started trying, but got hit and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

“I’m pretty sure I just dislocated my shoulder.” He said and I sighed.

“Come on Bar, let’s get it back in place.” I said helping him up. I sat him on a nearby table and got ready to put it back in place.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch, Bar.” I said and he hissed in pain. Before I could do it, his phone rang. He looked at it and groaned.

“Oh speaking of pain. Eddie, hey.” He answered and I knew why he said that now. Iris’s soon to be husband…

“Great, I’ll see you in a sec.” He said and hung up.

“Okay, let’s do this.” He said and laid back down.

“So I’m curious about something, when you said you were off-duty last night, were you visiting Iris again, you know, in disguise?” I asked.

“Because I think it’s reckless and a little creepy.” I said.

“No.” He said clearly lying. I pushed his shoulder back in and he screamed in pain.

“That’s what you get for lying.” I smirked and he shook his head at me.

“I gotta go.” He said and I nodded.

“I’ll be here trying to figure out how to deal with Tony.” I said and he ran off. We’ve been working for three hours now and I decided I needed a coffee break.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go to Jitters and get some coffee, anyone want anything?” I asked.

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Caitlin said and I smiled.

“Me too!” Cisco said and I nodded.

“Okay, well, I’ll be back!” I called and left. I got to Jitters and ordered my coffee. I was waiting at the counter and my friend was working today.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you, where’s your shadow?” She asked and I looked at her confused.

“What shadow?” I asked.

“Barry, duh, he hasn’t been in all week.” She said and I sighed.

“He’s been busy.” I said and she looked at me sadly.

“With Iris?” She asked.

“Yes and no.” I answered.

“Too bad, you two could make such a cute couple.” She said and handed me my coffee.

“Y/N?” Someone called my name and I looked over to see Tony…

“Long time no see.” He said with a smile and I stared at him shocked.

“I gotta say Y/N, you look amazing.” He said walking closer to me.

“Thanks, Tony.” I said shaking my head. I needed to pretend I didn’t know what he was.

“You too.” I lied.

“Oh yeah, I keep in shape. Got a gym at my place.” He said looking at his arms for a second.

“Been living out in Keystone on the west side, and you should, uh… you should stop by sometime.” He said.

“Right, well I should actually be going now.” I said and tried to walk by him.

“Actually, I came by here to see you.” He said, stopping me.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“I saw you come in and I heard you’re a fan of The Streak. Why do you care about this guy?” He asked.

“He’s a hero.” I answered.

“Yeah? Well I say he’s a coward, and I just happen to know that he took a beating last night and ran off like a little girl. You should think about that.” He said and I sighed.

“Do you have any idea who leather boy is?” He asked, getting closer to me.

“No, and don’t you think you’d have a better chance of finding out by asking Iris these questions?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Iris just writes about him. But you work at S.T.A.R Labs, seems like you would know before her.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“Why? Do you think we track every meta in the city? No, we don’t.” I said.

“Now, if you excuse me I have to get back to work.” I said.

“What time are you off? I could buy you a drink, maybe dinner.” He asked, stopping me again.

“Thanks, Tony, but no thanks.” I said.

“Too bad, no isn’t an option.” He said and grabbed my arm. He pulled me out of the store and grabbed my keys out of my bag. He shoved me into my car and got in the driver’s seat. He started driving and I couldn’t get to my phone. I was trapped with this dickhead.

It was starting to get dark and by the time he stopped the car, the city was covered in darkness. He dragged me out and pulled me into our old school.

“Remember this place, Y/N?” He said and shoved me in front of him.

“So what’s the plan here, Tony? You finally gonna go for that G.E.D.?” I asked and he shoved me to walk.

“You want a plan? How’s this?” He asked and pulled me to him.

“You love The Streak so much? Well now, you’re gonna love me.” He said.

“You just abducted me, Tony. Why the hell would I ever do that?” I asked and he smirked.

“Because The Streak is dead.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Squashed like a little bug by me. Just before I took you.” He said and my eyes widened.

“So if you don’t want the same thing to happen to you, you’re gonna love me and tell Iris to tell the whole world that there’s a new big man on campus. And I’m just getting started.” He shouted, then leaned against the lockers.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because, I always wanted you in school. But you were always in love with that pipsqueak Barry.” He said grabbing me and pulling me towards him.

“Now, kiss me.” He said and planted his lips on mine. I kissed back, only to distract him and make him loosen his grip on me. I moved my arm and quickly hit the fire alarm. I pulled away and tried to run, but he grabbed me, hard.

“You try anything like that again and I’m gonna leave more than a bruise!” He shouted and pulled me with him. He ripped the fire alarm off the wall and he pulled me along.

“Tony, just turn yourself in before things get worse, please. It’s not too late.” I begged and he laughed.

“Yeah, it is.” He said and pushed me in front of him.

“Cops are already looking for me, so get ready to witness the showdown of a lifetime, ‘cause I’m not letting you go without a fight.” He said and then a gust of wind showed up.

“Good, ‘cause you just found one.” Barry said, his voice changed and I smiled. Tony grabbed me and turned towards him.

“You just won’t stay dead. Come to save your little fan girl?” He asked and I saw Barry’s fists clenched.

“This is between us. Let her go.” Barry said and Tony smirked. He looked at me and kissed my cheek.

“Sorry babe.” He said and threw me into the lockers with such a force.

“Y/N!” Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

I woke up in one of the S.T.A.R Labs bed, with the worst headache ever. I groaned and looked over to see Barry sitting next to me. I sat up and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“You’re okay!” He said and engulfed me in a huge.

“Besides a horrible headache, yeah.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry, you were in that situation because of me.” He said and I hushed him.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I said and he shook his head.

“It’s my fault you got hurt.” He said and started crying. I looked at him shocked and pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay Bar. I’m gonna be fine.” I said and rubbed his back.

“I love you Y/N, I don’t want you in danger, ever.” He said, pulling back and my eyes widened.

“W-What?” I asked and he chuckled.

“I love you Y/N.” He said and gently caressed my cheek.

“I thought you love Iris…” I said.

“I did, but I love her as a sister, but you, you I love more than a friend.” He said and I bit my lip. He leaned down and captured my lip in the perfect kiss. He pulled away and smiled at me.

“Maybe when you’re better, I could take you on a date?” He asked and I giggled.

“I’d love that Bar.” I said and pulled him back for another kiss.

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The 12 best memes of 2015: Runaway llamas, The Dress, Adele …

The internet in 2015 has given us a lot of giggles a vigil to a raccoon, Drake playing tennis and the duck army but which memes construct our cut of the best?

12. What are thooooose!

A police officer. A cheeky dude( Brandon Moore) hollering what are thooose ? at the officers functional, ugly footwear. Millions of loops and views and copycats afterwards, a meme is born. The first urban dictionary entry for the phrase and practice appeared in 2011, but it was 2015 when the sport of pointing at some awful shoes( preferably Crocs) and shouting what are those ?!! entered the mainstream. The best example is the wonderful take on the Jurassic Park theme tune( see below, 50 million Vine loops so far ), which I like because its less mean-spirited than real life instances. In fact, “the mens” who started the whole thing back in the summer seems kind of rude and is now in jail. Um.

11. Duck Army

It stormed collective internet consciousness in early September. Norwegian Kevin Synnes decided to embarrass his girlfriend in a store by pushing down on a bunch of toy ducks which, when pressed, emitted a loud aaarghh ! noise. The video was then appropriated by Vine star Charlie Murphy and subsequently looped millions of days, spawning multiple variants. There has even been a mash-up with the what are those? meme. My person favourite versions are those which pay tribute to Adele and Taylor Swift.

However, a Guardian investigation revealed that that the toy was not a duck, but a pelican. Listen to our interview with Kevin here.

Read more: How the duck army stormed the internet

10. Hello, its me

It took merely a 30 -second snippet of Adeles new single, Hello, debuted during the advert violate of the UK television show, The X Factor, to have the vocalist trending worldwide on Twitter. And while the haunting piano and hushed, smoky tones beloved of millions of fans induced much excitement among those desperate to hear the full song, the clip also inspired plenty of memes.

Hello, its me is a pretty meme-able phrase, and the internet did not disillusion. When the sepia-tinged video dropped, featuring the vocalist in an amazing coat, using a flip-phone and hanging out in an abandoned home, the memes merely multiplied. Especially re: the flip-phone. One girl even texted her ex the entire lyrics to Hello, without him catching on at all.

Read more: Hello, its me. On a flip-phone. Samsung unveils clamshell model

chuck (@ charlubby) October 23, 2015

you know it’s the emotional part of the song when adele doesn’t stop touching her face pic.twitter.com/ dkQvHRmL7 6

9GAG (@ 9GAG) November 8, 2015

#Hello, it’s me. https :// t.co /8 2PU9WzQHG pic.twitter.com/ 1y7xUrARvQ

9. Miley, whats good?

A lot of people characterised this as Nicki Minaj hurling tint at Miley Cyrus, which is a fundamental misunderstanding of the concept of tint. Minaj didnt throw shade she immediately called Cyrus out, in front of a TV audience of millions. If anything, that is the direct opposite of hurling tint.

The incident happened at the MTV Music Video Awards in response to an interview Cyrus gave in which she called Minaj not very polite. While accepting an award Minaj called Cyrus this bitch who had a lot to say about me in the press the other day, before aiming with the perfectly passive aggressive, Miley, whats good? Cue memes. Plenties and lots of memes.

John Liacopulos (@ john_liac_9 7) November 3, 2015

When Miley Cyrus takes you to her favorite eatery that you’ve never been to before and you ask what to order pic.twitter.com/ qoGDlgHmuQ

KK (@ _ColeHeartedX) October 9, 2015

I hate whoever room this is #iup #MileyWhatsGood pic.twitter.com/ Peh3f 3Yq4b

8. Confounded Nick Young

Nick Young is a basketball player who shoots for the LA Lakers. His internet fame, however, is courtesy of a confused reaction face meme. At one point during a day-in-life-of documentary, Thru The Lens, positioned on YouTube, Young pulls a huh? face when his mother calls him a buffoon. His quizzical expression towards the camera has spawned likely the best reaction macro of 2015 and can be used for disbelief, astonish or a thousand other reactions.

Photograph: Instagram /@ Daquan

7. Why you always lyin?

The 21 -year-old college student Nicholas Fraser became an internet sensation when he decided to perform, in his yard, perched on a lavatory, as one does, a quick cover-up of Nexts Too Close, but with the lyrics changed to why the fuck you lyin?/ why you always lyin ?) Given that people lie all of the time , and we know about it, guys , and we all want people to know that we know, Frasers vine caught on and inspired multiple cover versions of his cover version. Now, when your mate texts to tell she is five minutes away but you know she likely hasnt left the house yet, theres a perfect means of responding. Thanks Nicholas.

Read more: When “theyre saying” Nicholas Frasers vine isnt the best use of 2015: why you always lyin ?

6. Fifty Shades of Grey

After the Fifty Shades of Grey series of volumes sold so poorly , it was a punt for Universal Pictures to have taken on a film adaptation. But oh, brave souls it was brought to the screen in summer 2015 with Sam Taylor-Johnson at the helm and Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson starring. Given that the book had already resulted in a lot of culture cache, it was inevitable that the film would inspire memes and gags. The internet delivered. In particular, the my savors are very singular line( altered to my passions are unconventional for the internet) demonstrated a rich seam.

The Beast (@ KrystalSim) February 9, 2015

pic.twitter.com/ m5Tpb21XRf

Photograph: BuzzFeed

5. Hotline Bling

One of the best ways of 2015, the video for Drakes Hotline Bling didnt drop-off until October three months after the ballads release. But it was worth the wait. A minimalist clip, Drake proves off his unusual dance moves against different coloured backdrops inspired by artist James Turell. The rappers moves and pained impression inspired multiple parodies shared on YouTube, Vine and Twitter.

Included below are some of the best: a dancing and adorable shiba inu( aka Doge ), the Man From Another Place from Twin Peaks and perhaps best of all, some tennis backhand action.

Chai Goth (@ Abid_ism) October 20, 2015

The hotline is filled with secrets pic.twitter.com/ 5zS0WZhGCG

4. The Dress

The most viral of viral phenomenons. A young lady took a picture of a dress in a clothes store and uploaded it to Tumblr. Why is this interesting? As the internet was genuinely divided as to whether the dress was blue and black, or white and gold.

The original Tumblr post pose the question racked up an enormous 73m page positions, and a BuzzFeed piece on the dress has more than 38m page positions to date. #TheDress trended for days on social media. Scientists were carried in to explain how people could be seeing different colourings. Rods and cones were mentioned. British current affairs programme Newsnight even offered its own election. The Guardian waded in, with the definitive take.

michael (@ 1975 NIGHTMARE) February 27, 2015

when you don’t know the color of the dress pic.twitter.com/ sQI7YLnjk 1

BBC Newsnight (@ BBCNewsnight) February 27, 2015

A live on screen vote on tonight’s Newsnight – what colour is #thedress? Get out your phone and going to see http :// t.co/ dRffVZfw0P at 10:30 pm

3. Poot Lovato

I dont guess Ive ever chuckled so hard as when I detected the Poot Lovato meme. A Tumblr post featuring an awkward fan photo of vocalist Demi Lovato posited the hypothesi that the snap was not of Demi herself, but her secret twin sister, Poot Lovato, who had been trapped in a cellar her entire life. The fable took hold and soon the internet was ablaze with hilarious and creative Poot memes. Fan-fiction was written, fan art draw, Instagram and Twitter accounts were established and even Demi herself addressed the gag( she wasnt amused ). Then, instead, brilliantly, a sleuth excavate out a paparazzi photo of Demi-as-Poot right at the moment the fan pic was taken. Its still funny.

Read more: Poot Lovato: has the internet detected Demis secret sister ?

A selection of the best Poot Lovato memes. Photograph: Guardian composite

2. Llamas on the run

On THE SAME DAY AS THE DRESS, the internet explosion with one of the great police chases of our time two llamas on the run. The llamas, one black and one white, ran loose in Sun City, Arizona. The whole internet followed, glued to the ABC1 5 live river of the runaway animals and tracking updates on Twitter. The llamas, true heroes of freedom and an inspiration to all, had escaped from their day job in an animal therapy centre. The black llama was caught first, its emancipation ended with a cruel lassoing. The white llama ran on, but eventually, it too was caught. Still, these two were the internets favourite llamas since Serge, the French llama who travelled by subway.

HannahJane Parkinson (@ ladyhaja) February 26, 2015

NOOOO. BLACK LLAMA CAUGHT. STAY STRONG WHITE LLAMA.

Matthew Baldwin (@ matthewbaldwin) February 26, 2015

LLAMA 1: We’re escaping this afternoon. LLAMA 2: Alpaca bag.

1. Dead Raccoon

My personal win for meme of 2015 is the dead raccoon, an unfortunate soul, detected deceased on a Toronto street. After a human tweeted the relevant city authorities to tell them about the raccoon, the poor critter was left for hours in the same place. Over the next 12 hours, a vigil was set up for the raccoon, documented online. A note was left, a framed photo , notes were written. Someone gave the raccoon an unlit joint as a mark of respect. It get dark. Candles were illuminated. The raccoon was named Conrad. Eventually, the authorities turned up and unceremoniously dumped Conrad in a rubbish truck. Such a lack of respect.

Raccoon update: he’s still there. Someone has written him a card .

A photo posted by Emily Taylor (@ emilyjs5) on Jul 9, 2015 at 9:14 am PDT

Shauna Pollock (@ misspollock) July 9, 2015

Don’t quite know what to say about this sidewalk discovery except that it really brought ppl together. #deadraccoonto pic.twitter.com/ BJ7efipLvq

Norm Kelly (@ norm) July 10, 2015

The sidewalk memorial is growing, @311Toronto. H/ T @jasonwagar. #DeadRaccoonTO pic.twitter.com/ 3vTUf9xB7b

Kris Pangilinan (@ KrisReports) July 10, 2015

10: 46 pm #DeadRacoonTO is still here. pic.twitter.com/ D9JbEuxJol