#probably reblog in the morning cause its late here but this little thought came into my head

[abruisedmuse]

I hope after all those people were being invasive and embarrassing stalking the studio, chasing her car, waiting outside Taylor's apartment for her to return home and scaring the shit out of her, that Matty had one of his cool ass forts waiting for her to hideaway from everything.

#taylor swift #matty healy #the 1975 #taylor x matty #probably reblog in the morning cause its late here but this little thought came into my head

[dollslayer]

For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill

Gains

Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience. W/C: 2k Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog! Main Masterlist

How it started -

You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.

You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.

You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.

You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.

Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.

His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.

“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.

With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.

Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.

You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.

Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.

“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.

“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”

You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.

Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.

You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.

“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.

He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.

“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”

How it’s going -

Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.

“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.

“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”

He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.

He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.

By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.

As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.

Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.

“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”

“I’m starting to think you meant to.”

“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”

He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.

“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.

You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.

“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.

It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.

You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.

He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.

“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”

You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.

As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.

You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.

“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”

“Then don’t”

That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.

You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.

“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”

“Not even close.”

#synths5kfollowerchallenge #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes au #marvel au #marvel fic #marvel x reader #no powers au #smut

[ackerfics]

hange and their best friend (reader) "platonically" flirt with one another, they use pet names for each other, making others think they're together unintentionally. until reader finds an s/o, not knowing hange actually likes them

she — hange zoe

— hange zoe x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: angst ??? the stinging feeling you get when you see someone you love, love someone else

— summary: hange's best friend found love in the form of autumn while hange associates her with all of the seasons.

— word count: 2.5k

— notes: i love hange but i hate myself for writing something that hurts them :<<< they're my first love in aot and it pains me to imagine them hurting in any sort of way (which is probably the reason why i bawled my heart out in chap 132). this little fic hit too close at home for me bc it's exactly what i felt one time during high school. it's fucking traumatizing and istg, i don't want to relive falling in love with a friend again, it's like the most satisfying way to hurt, too. happy reading tho :<<<

reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

She embodies everything positive in Hange’s eyes.

She is spring — the bursting of blossoms under the tendrils of sunlight seeping between the spaces of the trees in the woods. Every time Hange closes their eyes, they are reminded of how she signifies every single flower they ever know. She makes them feel everything at once — see every color at once in a single frame. There is no space for artistic abilities in Hange’s calloused, mismatched hands but when it comes to her, they can create a myriad of paintings encapsulating her beauty at every stroke of a brush. Her laughs, her flowery perfume that doesn’t hurt their nose, her smiles that are as radiant as the early morning Sun — are ingrained in their brain. She brings forth the butterflies that Hange carefully imprisoned in their ribs, the monarchs’ wings already seeping through the cracks at every joke she makes, reaching to their heart until every beat swayed to the sound of her giggles.

“Hange, the love of my life, there you are!”

Hange turned around with a huge smile on their lips. Their conversation with Levi came to an abrupt stop, with the shorter man mumbling along the lines of ‘here we go again’. The small smile on his face spoke otherwise while watching two of his closest friends hug each other as if they didn’t live together in an apartment right outside of campus. It was such a mystery that Hange could be so comfortable around someone to the point of playfully kissing their neck in public, followed by their best friend’s melodious laughs soon after. However, Levi couldn’t be fooled. He knew the glint in the brown-haired person’s eyes. The downturn of their eyebrows when their best friend wasn’t looking. The longing was apparent when she was talking to someone across the room.

The idiot going by the name Hange Zoe was irrevocably in love with their best friend, [Name] [Last Name].

“What is it, baby?” Hange asked vibrantly, glasses reflecting the equally excited girl in their arms. “Didn’t know your class dismissed this early. What happened?”

“Nothing. Our professor announced that we should visit a museum for our finals.” She then mimicked the haughty tone of her Art History professor, straightening her back to make herself appear taller. “Choose a painting or a sculpture and trace down its history and attach your critique in the final output. If I see anyone half-assing this paper, I will not hesitate to give a failing grade that will make you retake this class. I know you lot don’t want to see me again for another semester and I don’t want to see you again, too. So, prove to me you’re worth your standing in this course.” She cleared her throat. “What he said.”

Hange whistled. “Dang, I’m happy that I didn’t follow you to the Arts Department. Your professor sounds like a complete asshole.” They chortled the next second. “Sounds like my mom, to be honest.”

“At least your mom makes a bomb bento box.”

“Yeah, I guess, you’re right.” Hange then nuzzled their face in her hair. “But your bento boxes taste much more delicious — I could eat them all day. Can I be your partner so that you’ll cook for me every day?”

“I’ve already taken the position of your wife the moment I agreed to be your roommate in university, sweetheart. And I cook for you every single day so you don’t have to ask to be my partner because you already are.”

Hange looked smug at her reply, the heat in their cheeks traveling to their ears. “That was a rhetorical question but hearing those words come out of your mouth, it’s making me feel things.”

“Oh? What are those things?”

The brown-haired person snickered under their breath, glancing at Levi who was now looking at the two of them in that lazy way of his that might come off as him being annoyed again. In reality, he was only waiting for the two to finally stop flirting to recognize he was there. His daily job of being a third-wheel should’ve started fifteen minutes ago but Hange wouldn’t let [Name] go. Hange turned back to the expectant girl. “I don’t want Levi to hear what I’m about to say. Just expect something back at the apartment,” they joked, a cheeky smile tugging at their lips.

[Name] laughed heartily. “I’m looking forward to that, gorgeous.”

“I’m still here, you know?” Levi dryly made himself known. He huffed and turned around in the direction of the university restaurant. “Come on, lovebirds, let’s have lunch. Oh, and [Name]?” When he heard her little hum of acknowledgment, Levi slightly turned around to meet his friend’s eyes with his jaded ones. “It’s your turn to buy me a drink. Make it a venti today.” She only blinked at him, giving him no choice but to resort to that dumb thing she always asked. “Please can I have a venti this time? I got you and Hange a venti last time so this makes us even.”

“Ooh, make mine a venti, too, baby!” Hange squeezed their best friend’s waist.

“Anything for my sweetheart.”

“Again, I’m right here, you know.”

Just the thought of that little scenario hurts Hange.

But as much as the pain comes in the package, she is still summer in their eyes.

The Sun can’t compare to the brilliance of her smile. Kind smiles and gentle touches under the warm rays of the summer heat. Her scent is yellow to Hange — so bright and warm that they don’t care how long they bask in her presence, never caring if they get burned because it feels so right to be within her orbit. She urges them to feel so loved and so special, tender caresses of her warmth cascading down every vein until it reaches their heart. The cerulean waters of the sea hold nothing against the beauty of her grins, brown eyes searching for her every time of the day no matter how ethereal the world painted itself to be. Viewing the sights with rose-colored glasses is what they may call it but for Hange, it’s simply her. Someone once said that summer brings forth a paradise where blue covers everything in its wake, the cry of the seagulls reverberating in the distance, and the scent of ice cream flickers in the breeze. For Hange, summer is in the form of pretty close-lipped smiles, of late-night movie marathons on a worn-out couch, of bento boxes filled with their favorites, of a scent so saccharine, and a loyal friend.

A friend.

Of course. No matter where Hange goes, that word haunts them. Hidden beneath their smiles, their jokes, their longing, and admiring stares. It’s a reminder of where they stand in this limbo they created. At one point, they thought that line had been crossed only for it to be established again in permanent ink. And before they know it, Hange is tumbling down in a spiral, along with a change of seasons.

Fall is where everything started.

The orange glow of the leaves created the perfect view as she sipped on her tall cup of warm coffee. The blissful sigh that came soon after warmed up Hange, even though they were seated in front of each other in the outside tables of the small cozy café where Levi was working at. The chill brought by the autumn wind caused both of them to shiver in their layered clothing. The way she nuzzled more into her scarf made Hange coo, reaching out to pinch her cheek affectionately. Autumn was both their favorite season, how it made them resort to the comfort and warmth their sweaters bring, or how they cuddle in each other’s beds with the air conditioner blasting despite the cold. It was also a season where Hange could admire her in their hoodie, a piece of clothing that swallows her whole because she’s so small compared to their lanky figure.

Hange remembered being called out here because she wanted to talk about something. Now that they thought about it, her cheeks appear to be glowing more than usual and she kept glancing inside the café where Levi was busy telling his coworker how to make the new drink. Hange even went as far as following her gaze but they didn’t find anything out of the ordinary other than Levi sighing in that stressful way of his that always made them snicker. They turned back to their Sun, who was once again in a daze while staring at the clear windows of the café. “So,” they prolonged the syllable, “how’s life going, darling? I know we’re living in the same apartment but I just can’t help but ask you this because it seems like you’re always in a daze these days.”

A pause made the breeze’s call known.

“Hey, Hange, have you ever been in love?”

That spread the chill even more inside Hange’s chest. She called them by their name. Not sweetheart nor big spoon. The reality washed over Hange like a pail of freezing water.

“W-What?” Damn, they couldn’t keep the stutter off their words.

She turned her head to them, eyes so soft and smile so beautiful that made Hange breathless for one second. The butterflies dwindled, losing their iridescent wings when they realized that look wasn’t reserved for them anymore. “I thought about it,” she murmured, rubbing her numbing fingertips on the warm cup. “I have never fallen in love with anyone before. Sure, I love you and all our friends but I’ve never stopped and thought about how someone can look like starlight in front of me. But recently,” again, that pretty smile that pierced Hange’s chest, “I never knew that it could hit me that unexpectedly.”

Hange grinned despite the pounding of her chest. “So, who’s the lucky person?”

She chuckled, going back to staring at the interior of the café. “I told Levi to lay off on scolding her but he never listens, says she’ll never grow a backbone if he’s being considerate on her.”

Now, they’re confused because the only people manning the counter as she spoke was Levi (and she would never fall in love with Levi, seeing as they grew up together like siblings rather than the childhood friends that they are) and a strawberry blonde who looked like Levi’s become their worst nightmare. It took Hange a full minute to process that the person she’s been staring at was never their mutual friend, but the strawberry blonde who looked up towards their direction and waved with a pretty blush on their cheeks. She waved back with the same shyness, leaving Hange dumbfounded. “Wait, the person you’re in love with is—”

“Yeah, it’s her.”

Suddenly, Hange understands why she’s starting to like autumn.

It reminds her of the girl’s hair, which she gushes about smelling like coconut. It reminds her of the girl’s preferred perfume, how it smells so much like cinnamon, something that she sometimes puts in her autumn drinks because in her words, ‘it’s the perfect season rather than winter’. It reminds her of the girl’s hugs, the way both of them fit with each other like lost puzzle pieces.

But as the seasons change, feelings of long-term pining will always be constant.

“Are you okay, though?” Erwin asked them, blue eyes reflecting their pathetic faux smile. He pushed the plate of pasta to them since Erwin had an idea that Hange wasn’t eating that much now. It also worried [Name].

“Yeah, four-eyes, I know you’re not doing that great and I’m saying this in the friendliest way possible because we’re worried now,” Levi reminded them, sipping on his tea with slightly narrowed eyes. “You always decline whenever we want to bring you to somewhere, to the point of leaving Nanaba on voicemail. You always answer at the first ring. Look here, shitty four-eyes,” the way Levi enunciated the nickname made Hange slowly turn their head to him, face void of the smile they were known for, “shouldn’t you be happy for her? [Name] gained the courage to confess and you’re here moping when you should’ve been supportive—”

“And what of my feelings, Levi?”

That made Levi blink and feel like an asshole.

Then, the dam broke.

“I’ve been with her all this time, you’ve seen that. You witnessed how this shy girl opened up to an extroverted idiot and became one of her best friends during high school. It feels like I can’t fucking breathe because I always thought we were meant to be. When she was lonely, I was there to comfort her. When she got a bad grade on an exam, I was the one who knows what flavors of ice cream she wants or how she eats them together like a fucking milkshake. Every day, I never expected her to look my way like she looks at her girlfriend right now. It fucking hurts. It feels so empty to know that I’m not the one she fell in love with. What did I lack? Should I be sweeter and gentler like that girl? Or dainty whenever I eat like she is? Be girly and dress up like a doll? Fuck, I can’t even bring myself to hate her girlfriend. She’s so nice and kind and sweet, anything I’m not.” Hange buried their hands in their hair, making it messier than it was.

“I just want [Name] to love me and make things wonderful. Why isn’t Fate on my side this time?

“Why didn’t she choose me?”

Tears were now drifting down like snowflakes.

“Hange,” Erwin murmured.

“Look, sunshine, it’s snowing!”

A voice catches their attention. A strawberry blonde cheers the words with glee painted in her eyes. Beside her is the subject of the trio’s conversation, the subject of a brown-haired person’s affections. Her eyes are taking in the beauty that is her girlfriend. She looks so pretty in love — how her eyes crinkled at the corners and how snow clung on her eyelashes as if she is a fairy straight from a fairy tale Hange loves when she was a kid. Her girlfriend takes her hand and pulls her to the restaurant where the trio is watching from the windows. Gray and blue irises slide over a somber bespectacled person, gauging their reaction though their face never gives anything away.

“I’m right behind you, Petra. I just took the time to admire you because you’re so pretty under the snow.”

“Stop it! You’re prettier!”

“Did you know that seeing the first snow of the year together with the person you love, your relationship will rival that of eternity?”

“Then, I’m happy I get to see this first snow with you, sunshine.”

“Me, too, angel.”

Hange smiles under a steady stream of tears. “I’m happy for her. I’m happy she found happiness even if it’s not with me.”

The chill blows inside the warm walls of the restaurant the moment the door opens, [Name]’s joyous greetings for her best friends bringing smiles to two of them. Her eyes drift to brown ones before turning to Petra to ask for a pack of tissues since Hange’s tears are still visible. Hange watches the commotion with a small smile, the chill spreading through them like a snowstorm.

Winter is here.

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[calaofnoldor]

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

Characters: Sam x Reader (gender neutral), Dean

Words: 3,295

Summary: Dean and his lady of the night are being obnoxiously loud, so you and Sam devise a plan of retaliation.

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, wee bit o’ language, mutual pining and other fun tropes

A/N: thank you for all the love and support on “Dean, Don’t” (there will be a sequel due to positive feedback!) tbh, i’m not sure how i feel about this one, but every single like, comment, and reblog is always super-duper appreciated!

MASTERLIST

Another hunt for the books, another bar tab for your fake credit card. Another leggy blonde for Dean, and another evening spent harboring your secret yet ever-growing crush for Sam Winchester. This was becoming a pattern lately.

You'd decided to join the brothers on their last several hunts after bumping into (and nearly decapitating) Dean in a vamp-infested warehouse in Colorado. That night, you bought him a beer to recompense, but he was rather swiftly distracted by the busty barmaid, and you ended up talking to Sam all night instead.

There was an instant chemistry between the two of you, what with your shared passion for monster lore and college dropout histories, conversation always flowed easily and often without end.

Tonight had been no different, from the moment you walked into the rundown bar in Iowa, and immediately placed a bet on the fate of Dean's evening entertainment.

"Twenty bucks says he goes home with that blonde in the red dress over there," you jerked your head towards the woman in question.

"Oh, you're so on L/N. She's way too classy for him. My money's on that short one over there with the space buns."

"Deal," you shook on it, while struggling to ignore the spark his touch ignited.

Three beers in and you had almost completely forgot about your bet, until Dean swaggered over with one arm draped casually around the shoulders of his blonde conquest. "We're gonna head out for the night, see you guys later."

You waited until the front door closed behind them before turning to Sam with a triumphant grin. "Pay up, Winchester," you held your hand out expectantly.

“How are you so good at that? I’m the one who’s been watching him my whole life.” He shook his head with amiable amusement while digging out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket.

You shrugged a little, “You learn to read people fairly quickly on the job.”

“Y/N, we have the same job.”

You pretended to ponder this fact for a moment, your brows furrowing, “I guess I’m just a better hunter then?” It was an obvious jest, and you both knew it, as evidenced by the wide, matching smiles that broke out across both your faces.

God, how you loved his smile, especially the genuine ones that brought out his dimples and lit up his eyes, but even more so, you adored any smile behind which you were the cause. Those you stored amidst your most cherished memories and replayed in your mind a hundred times over on nights when the insomnia hit… Oh no, had you been staring for too long?

Abruptly, you turned towards the bartender, waving the newly acquired bill in your hand, and proceeded to order the next round.

Fortunately, the night carried on with its jovial tone, and you were almost able to disregard the desire to touch Sam’s veiny forearms when he rolled up the sleeves of his plaid, or the need to run your hands through his luscious locks whenever a wayward strand fell before his glimmering eyes.

“I guess we should head out soon. Dean’s probably gonna want to leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Right, yeah.” At this point, you were feeling a little woozy from the alcohol, and Sam’s hands were suddenly grasping your biceps as you rose unsteadily from the barstool.

“I’m OK,” you laughed it off, but instantly missed the warmth of his palms that seemed to seep through your clothes and set your skin alight. Sam simply smiled at you, yet something in his eyes was so resplendent you felt goosebumps replace the fire along your arms. You must have been staring again, for Sam looked away somewhat embarrassedly and asked if there was something on his face.

Ugh, why did he have such an effect on you? You’d been around plenty of male hunters in the past, some nearly just as attractive, but you’d always managed to keep your wits about you. Indeed, your unrelenting rationality was usually a subject of pride for you, yet here you were, a blubbering mess after a mere touch on the arm and that stupid smile.

Looking down, you grumbled a quick apology and a senseless explanation that involved blaming the booze before you took off.

Sam followed after you, but not before double checking that you had grabbed all your belongings. There was a strong and instinctive urge to look after and protect that stirred within him whenever you were around, and he couldn’t neglect it if he tried.

It wasn’t that you were weak and needed someone to look out for you. Sam knew you’d been more or less hunting on your own for years now, and could certainly roll with the best of them, himself and Dean included. No, Sam knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, yet he still could not brush the nagging need to keep you safe and by his side whenever possible.

At times, he felt as if a spell had overcome him and he was no longer in control of his senses when it came to you. It was annoying, really.

Tonight, for instance, Sam could have sworn he spent the better part of your time at the bar glaring down any man who came within three feet of you, foolishly daring to try their chances with you. He was sure you’d notice his strange behavior at some point, but you simply talked the night away with him, smiling that stupendous smile, the one that made him lose his breath.

Everything about you enchanted him, and Sam often found himself wishing he could just dive in and kiss you, hold you in his arms and never let you go. He was sure you could read it all in his eyes by now.

To his disappointment, however, you never gave any indication of reciprocation, always treating him in a strictly platonic manner, whether intentionally or out of ignorance, Sam didn’t know. But he never dared make a move, and he convinced himself that he felt fortunate enough to have you as a friend.

The walk back to the motel wasn’t long, although Sam took deliberately small steps to prolong your time together. When you reached the brothers’ room, your eyes fell upon a grey sock dangling unceremoniously from the doorknob. So Dean had taken Blondie to his motel room.

“How’s that for classy?” you looked up at Sam with a small smirk.

He let out a huff of a laugh and shook his head while staring at the sock. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he spent a night in the Impala.

“Hey, why don’t you just come over to my room,” you suggested as you motioned next door, “We can chill in there for a bit, wait it out?”

Sam’s eyes shot up to your face. All he had to hear was “come over to my room,” and his brain immediately began imagining all the potential scenarios those five little words could lead to… if you felt even an inkling of what he felt for you. He gulped and tried to reel his thoughts in, meeting your gaze with a dreamy look.

“Um… yeah, OK, sure, yeah. That sounds good. I mean, you sure you don’t mind?” he stumbled out.

You laughed that brilliant laugh, “No, I should probably sober up a little before I sleep anyway.”

Sam nodded, afraid of what words might escape if he opened his mouth again, and the two of you made your way towards the adjacent motel room. He watched as your delicate hands worked the key and instantly took note of the angry red scrapes and cuts along your palm when you turned your wrist to unlock the door.

Brows knit with concern, Sam silently berated himself for failing to take better care of you. He remembered you took a nasty fall when the ghost had thrown you aside to get to the brothers as they burned the necklace that tethered it to this realm. You must have landed on the concrete and braced yourself with your hands.

As you both stepped into the dim and modest room, Sam was about to ask for your first aid kit when you suddenly brought your arms overhead and stretched out your lithe body with a soft, satisfactory grunt. When the hem of your shirt rode up, Sam had to look away to stop himself from staring at the anti-possession tattoo that peeked out above your hip bone. Just that sliver of skin was so alluring to him; he really was in deep.

When you lowered your arms back down, you sent him a small, apologetic smile, “Sorry, it just always feels good to do that after a hunt and a night out in town.”

Sam nodded again, still finding it difficult to come up with the right words, but then he remembered his previous mission. “Give me your hand.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, dumbfoundedly. It was your turn to wonder if you’d heard right.

“Your hand, let me see it.” He repeated, and this time he simply caught your wrist and took your hand gingerly in his, turning it such that your palm faced up, so he could examine the extent of the damage.

“Oh,” you breathed out, slightly relieved, “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.” You tried to pull your hand out of his intoxicating grip, but he held on quite firmly.

“Y/N, we need to clean these and bandage them so they don’t get infected.”

He had pulled you rather close to him, to the point where you could feel his body heat emanating towards you, and you hated to admit the proximity was really messing with your mind. All you could think about was the deliciously muscled torso that surely lay beneath those layers of cotton, and what it would feel like to run your hands across it.

Sam took advantage of your lack of response and led you to sit on the edge of the bed. As he went to look for the first aid kit, you couldn’t help but admire his backside, especially when he bent over to rummage through your duffle bag in the corner.

When he returned to your side, you quickly closed your jaw and reached over for the cleaning supplies, but he held it out of your reach and grasped your hand again instead. Your eyes met for moment, and almost as if on cue, a loud, lascivious moan came through the room’s thin walls.

Sam felt his cheeks heat up, and hastily averted his gaze. He mentally cursed his brother’s wanton ways, but when he heard your giggling, all was forgiven.

“I guess someone’s having a good time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this’ll be quite as enjoyable for you.” He motioned to the alcohol in his other hand with a sheepish smile, “I probably don’t need to tell you this is gonna hurt.”

You shook your head slightly, but still winced a little when he poured the disinfectant over your wounds.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” Sam sounded truly remorseful and you chuckled.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not like you threw me to the ground, and besides, you’re helping me now,” you murmured softly.

“Well you did get in it’s way to protect m- us. And I don’t like to see you in pain.”

He meant ‘people’ of course, you told yourself in vain. He’s obviously a nice guy and he doesn’t like to see anyone in pain. That’s why he’s a hunter. Duh.

You were trying, unsuccessfully, to slow your heart rate when another emphatic cry came from the direction of the older Winchester’s room.

“Oh! Oh my god!” The high pitch had your eyes widening.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” came the muted reply.

You and Sam both rolled your eyes before he continued to treat and bandage your hand. His fingers, though rough, were improbably gentle against your skin and frequently sent shivers down your spine. It was all making you quite jittery and you really weren’t sure you could take it much longer. To exacerbate things, Dean and Blondie managed to vocalize their passions on at least five more occasions by the time Sam completed his work.

It was becoming rather aggravating, particularly because you found it extraordinarily hard to look Sam in the eyes or maintain a normal conversation with him when you were constantly getting bombarded by the sounds of his brother and his lady of the night copulating next door.

You stood as soon as Sam let go of your hand, needing to release some energy. “You know what, we can’t just let them dick us around like this all night!”

Sam laughed at your word choice and looked up at you, a fond curiosity shining through his eyes, “OK, but what could we possibly do to get back at them?”

You paused your pacing for a minute, racking your brain for an answer to their impudence. Sam watched as a gleam appeared in your eyes and a mischievous smile took over your features.

“I’ve got it! My friend and I used to do this back in college when our roommate brought dates home and they got a little too carried away. It’s basically a game of chicken.”

Sam raised his brow in question so you continued, “If they’re gonna be obnoxiously loud with their fornication rituals, then we can go at it too.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s simple. An eye for an eye. We don’t even have to make it sound real, just as long as it’s equally loud and disturbing.”

“Y/N, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? That we pretend to have s-sex?” Sam was feeling considerably dubious about your plan, as he couldn’t imagine himself holding back if you were to act in any way sensual around him, even if it was all make believe.

Just then, another resounding squeal of pleasure travelled to your ears and before Sam could stop you, you took the opportunity to show him what you were talking about.

“Oh! Yes!” You exclaimed salaciously in return.

Sam’s eyes grew as he stared at you in disbelief. Your own eyes were closed and your face contorted to an expression of intense pleasure that Sam had only dreamed about. He couldn’t stop fidgeting in his place on the bed, thankful that the first aid kit still sat on his lap as he adjusted his trousers a bit.

“Y/N, I don’t-“

“Come on, Sammy, join me! Trust me, it works every time.”

Sam didn’t have time to contemplate how much he loved the sound of his childhood nickname rolling off your tongue because a second howl came from the next room, this time lower in pitch, though you were there to answer regardless. “Oh my gosh, yes! Right there!”

If Sam thought the effect that you had on him normally was overwhelming, he was undoubtedly unprepared for the way his body responded to you making ludicrously pornographic sounds not two feet from him. Everything seemed to disappear around him until only you remained and held the entirety of his focus.

“Ooh, faster! Harder, Sam!”

Fuck. You said his name. And you said it with lust in your voice. It was as if all his fantasies had come to life before him in some twisted and desperately maddening form. Something in him snapped, and before he knew it, he was standing across from you, staring fixedly at your face, as you shouted in unison.

“Ungh! Oh god, Y/N!”

“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop!”

Sam’s deep voice compelled your eyes to snap open. He was already looking straight at you, and you could almost taste the tension.

“Oh, baby! You feel so good!”

You didn’t join him this time. You couldn’t. He had you in a trance, his lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, the way his chest moved towards you when he inhaled, the sheer size of him. It was all too much. So you simply stared, feeling your breath come and go faster than you were used to.

There was a split second, or perhaps it was a lifetime, in which the two of you stood still, eyes locked in a fiery exchange, but in the next instant you both lunged forward, lips and teeth and noses and bodies clashing in a passionate, long-awaited display of carnal thirst.

But the kiss ended far too soon for your liking. “Wait, wait, Y/N. I really want this, but you’re probably still drunk, and I don’t wanna take advantage of you or the situation.” Sam panted hurriedly.

You smiled at his chivalry yet shook your head in disagreement, “Sam, don’t be an idjit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sober, and I definitely haven’t wanted anything more than this, right now.” Your voice was just as breathy.

Sam moved his hands back to your face and that glorious, dimpled smile returned, “Baby, are you sure?”

The nickname brought a flutter to your heart, “Yes, I swear to heaven and hell, if you don’t kiss me again, Sam Winchester-“

His lips cut yours off in another bruising yet completely satisfying declaration of need. Your back arched and he brought one hand down to pull your waist flush against his solid form.

“Mmph,” you moaned against his mouth.

God, Sam couldn’t handle the sounds you made. A man could only hold back for so long. His enormous moose hands frantically grabbed at your ass, hoisting you into his arms in no time and carrying you back towards the bed.

Let’s just say Dean and Blondie truly had no idea of the spectacular and thunderous show they were in for.

The next morning, Sam awoke with a warm weight on his chest. He looked down to find your slumbering form nuzzled against him, head tucked beneath his chin and legs messily intertwined. A fond smile crossed his face as he subconsciously tightened his hold on you and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. The feeling of elation didn't fade as he closed his eyes to rest again, but it did recede ever so slightly to the backburner when the door clicked and his brother came barging in. “Alright, rise and shine, lovebirds! That was quite the show you guys put on last night, hope it didn't-“ “Shhh! Dean, shut up!” Sam shushed his brother with a stage whisper whilst scrambling to cover your bare back with the disheveled sheets surrounding you, but Dean had already glimpsed the evidence. “Sammy, you sly dog!” He wiggled his brows, grinning proudly at his little brother, "And here I thought I was the only one who got laid last night." “Dean, get out.” "Yeah ok, I'm gone," he raised his hands in assent. "But tell your sweetheart we're leaving in twenty," Dean added before he finally let the door shut behind him.

His sweetheart. Sam sure liked the sound of that. The corners of his lips struggled not to raise with glee. "Mm, was that Dean?" you mumbled against Sam's chest, fingers tracing the ink of his anti-possession tattoo with half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, just came to tell us we're leaving in twenty." He gave your hip a gentle squeeze "He knows, doesn’t he?" You rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Sam chuckled at your adorably sleepy state. “Yeah, sorry…” he trailed off, unsure of how you would respond to the news.

“Well, don’t be. That just means I get to do this whenever I want.” You lifted your head to kiss him hard, and his hands instinctively cradled your face, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap and completely awake.

“You know, I think we still have about 15 minutes.”

“I like the way you think, Winchester.”

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[all1e23]

Between the Stars [Pt.8]

Pairings:  Past!Steve x Reader, Bucky x  Reader

Series warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Grief. Overall sadness. Depression. It’s pretty angsty if I’m being honest. Things mellow out as the series goes on. TW: Military/Spouse death.

A/N: **TW: A certain death is finally explained in this chapter. It is the second half of the chapter. It’s not in crazy detail but there is some important plot stuff mixed in.  I decided to post despite someone stealing my work. 😤 Thanks to my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky​​​​ for looking this chapter over for me. Enjoy the sad I guess. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

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Stepping away from music for those ten months turned out to be the best thing you could have done for yourself and your career. Without the small reprieve, you doubted you would have found your way back to teaching, and you loved teaching. Not that it had been intended as a break at the time you walked away. You had every intention of never looking at another sheet of music again, but then Bucky came home and things became more complicated and somehow easier. You doubted that he knew what he was doing, and why should he? It wasn’t as if he had planned on coming home to pick up all your broken pieces so he could help put you back together. He did -- whether he realized it or not -- help you get some of your old life back. The bit that you could take with you into this new one. You even called a few of your former students and asked their parents if they were interested in picking up their lessons. Most said they would love to pick up where you left off, and a few said they found someone new in your absence. You couldn’t blame them. The world had continued while you chose to stand still.

Bucky must have noticed a difference because he told you he liked how pretty you looked when you were smiling. 

Lessons started with the school year, and fall was here before you could blink. You were surprised to find you weren’t dreading the holidays as much as you thought. It would be the first holiday season since you got the call and you had expected it to feel like the rest -- hollow and grim. Along with Easter and Memorial Day, you had skipped celebrating Steve’s birthday. There was a small cake you shared with Bucky, three bites in, and you couldn’t force any more falsities down. You spent the rest of the night in your room. It was one of the rare nights you hadn’t slept next to Bucky since he had been home. You needed the night to yourself, and he understood that. By morning, your wedding ring had found its way from your ring finger to a chain that Steve had given you years ago. It felt strange at first. From the moment Steve slipped it on your finger, it rarely left your skin, and when you did, it always felt like there was a piece of you missing. That feeling didn’t show up this time, but you imagined there weren’t many more pieces of you that could go missing. You didn’t want to make it a big deal, so you kept it tucked inside your shirt. Of course, Bucky noticed the absence right away. He never questioned it. 

It was a step forward (or maybe backward you weren’t sure some days). They were small, slow steps taken, but at least you were moving.  

You’re not sure when it happened, but one morning you woke up and everything didn’t hurt as bad, you guessed it started right around the time Bucky came home. While moving forward was necessary (as everyone continued to remind you), there were days when it felt like a betrayal. You are moving on, and Steve can’t come with you. A little guilt blackens your heart every time you smile on those days; so you falter and take those arduous steps back. It lessens with every laugh and smile Bucky draws out of you, but it’s there under it all, and there’s the fear too. You’re afraid if you move on and keep up with the rest of the world you will forget. You will forget everything you and Steve had, and it will be as if you were never anything at all. Bucky shook his head when you confessed that to him late one night with your forehead pressed firmly against his shoulder, fighting your sleep and the nightmares you were sure would follow. 

“You’re holding on to the past, Y/n. You gotta let it go. I’m not sayin’ you have to stop lovin’ him, but you gotta let go of the part of Steve that’s keeping you from moving on and being happy. Or it’s going to continue to tear at you until there��s nothing left.” 

“And if I forget him?” 

“You won’t, Trouble. You can’t forget a love like that. Trust me, I know.”

Bucky didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t dare ask. He’s never mentioned anything about falling in love in all the years you’ve known him. You’ve never seen him hold onto a woman for longer than a month and the idea of Bucky being in love, holding on to that love all these years without ever getting to know it turns your stomach inside out and shades your heart a bitter green. You’d rather not dwell on those feelings long enough to understand them. 

Neither of you spoke about it again, and you were thankful. You didn’t think you could handle discussing Bucky’s long lost love when you could barely pick out an outfit. You’ve been staring at your clothes for an hour now, and everything either looked awful or felt wrong. Maybe you needed to buy new clothes and start from scratch. Every piece you owned had a memory stitched into the fabric, and you didn’t need to be reminded of things you would never have again. Bucky pulled a grey flannel out of his closet, and you reached across the bed, yanking it right out of his hand to slip over your head. That would have to work for today. Bucky rolled his eyes and turned back to the closet to grab a blue Henley for himself. 

You always did like the way he looked blue. 

“I can go see Sam so you can have some time alone with Tasha and Wanda.” 

You didn’t say anything. Just gave a simple nod of the head, refusing to look up from the pile of clothes on the bed that now needed to be put away. You could leave it. The girls would be here any minute, and with Bucky gone, you could deal with it then. Bucky reached out to wrap his fingers around your wrist and gave a gentle tug, forcing your gaze to follow the motion up to meet his eyes. He ran his thumb over the soft thumping in your wrist and stared at you for a while as if he was working something out. 

“Or,” Bucky suggested gently. “I can stay right here and work on my bike.” 

Your lips curled up in a small smile despite your brain’s wish to keep them in a permanent frown. 

“Okay,” You agreed with an easy smile. You slipped your wrist out of Bucky’s loose hold and made your way towards the door, stopping before you crossed the threshold and looked back at him with a deep frown replacing the pretty smile you were wearing only a second ago. 

“You don’t have to babysit me, y’ know?” 

Bucky’s laughter was followed by an exasperated groan. Of course, that was why you were upset. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re just fine on your own.” 

There was no fighting the grin Bucky’s words caused. “Yes, I am. But… you can hang around if you want to.” 

“I’ve meant to clean up my girl anyway. I’ll hang around today, Trouble.” 

Bucky assurance made your heart rest a little easier and maybe his too because he looked relieved when you nodded. The doorbell broke your silence and forced you to leave his side; you barely made it to the top of the stairs when you heard Bucky mutter, “Pain in my ass.” There was a fondness in his voice that made your heart leap. 

Even though you were back to teaching you made sure not to overwhelm yourself; Tuesdays and Thursdays you worked late into the evening. It was nice to have something to look forward to, and Bucky always had something to eat ready when your last student left around 8:30. That was nice too. 

Natasha had called earlier in the week wanting to come over Thursday night, and you had to explain that you went back to work. There was silence on the other end of the line, and silence was never good with Natasha. She was probably mad you didn’t tell her and that you were keeping things that important hidden, but it wasn’t something you wanted to advertise. Besides, Friday was as good a day as any to have the girls over. No one had to work the next day and took some of the pressure off. Everything felt normal when Natasha and Wanda arrived; you shared a hug or two. Okay, three. Wanda liked to hug, and she showed you the muffins she baked while Natasha held up a bottle of something that looked as if it could melt the glass it came in. You didn’t know what you expected. You hadn’t thought you would feel so excited to see them. Not because you didn’t love them, but having excitement around anyone but Bucky has been rare these last few months.  

Sometimes the unexpected was good. 

You chose to sit on the window bench that happened to overlook the side yard where Bucky had his black and chrome bike parked and was sitting on an old milk crate hard at work. That didn’t go unnoticed by Natasha. Not that anything ever does. 

“So are you two living together now?” 

You slowly draw your gaze up from the wine glass in your hand to look at Natasha and Wanda, who was skillfully avoiding your eyes as she blew on her tea for far longer than necessary.  

“Yes. Is that a problem? It’s not like we talked about it or anything. It just sort of happened.” 

Natasha shrugged in answer to your question and waited for you to go on. She wanted more of an explanation, so you rolled your eyes and explained why Bucky was staying with you. 

“He didn’t have anywhere to go when he came home.” 

Natasha smirked at the suggestion that Bucky would have been homeless if he hadn’t come to live with you, and you knew right away what you said had been a mistake. “Besides his mom’s, right? She lives twenty minutes from here. What about Sam’s? Or at my place with Clint and I? And I’m a hundred percent certain Sarah Rogers would have taken him in if everyone else in his life let him down for some unknown reason.”  

You turned to look back out the window right as Bucky looked up, catching his eye, and you felt the panic in your chest lessen. Bucky gave you that pretty smile and scrunched his nose at you before going back to work. You fought to keep your smile small and lost the battle before it even got started. Wanda’s voice pulled you back into the living room; it was gentle as if she was trying to offset Natasha. 

“I think what Nat was trying to ask is if you are planning on staying here together, or is he going to get his own place eventually?” 

“We haven’t talked about it. I suppose he will at some point, though...” 

You frowned at the thought. Why did that bother you so much? 

“He doesn’t have to do anything, you know?” Wanda added at the sight of your upset. “He might want to stay here.” 

“Maybe, but he has to move on eventually,” you added, dread filling your voice from the mere thought of Bucky leaving you. “He can’t stay here just to keep me from falling apart for the rest of this life.” 

They were right. Bucky will eventually want to get back to his life. He can’t babysit you forever.  There was going to come a time when he will want to date, fall in love, and get married. Maybe even have kids. Do all the things that you were supposed to do with Steve. The thought of Bucky leaving you to have that life with someone else made you sick, and you know it’s selfish. It’s unfair to expect him to stay there with you because you don’t want to lose him to someone else. 

“How are you doing?” Natasha sounded a little softer this time, sensing your unease. “Are you sleeping?”  

“Yeah, I started sleeping in Bucky’s room with him. It seemed to help.” 

They stayed quiet but shared a look. You weren’t fond of whatever that was.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.” Wanda rushed out far too quickly, but Natasha was quick to cut in, and by her tone, you could tell she’s been feeling this way for a while. “I’m just wondering how long you are going to keep punishing yourself?” 

Natasha stared at you and Wanda swore under her breath. They talked about this before coming over. That was clear by the glare Wanda was settling Natasha with. You briefly wondered how often your friends discuss you like that. More often than you approved of, you were sure. 

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m allowed to be sad. My husband died--”

“You’re right. You are allowed to be sad. Just like you’re allowed to find new things that make you happy and start putting your life back together.” 

“I’m fine, Nat. I don’t need anything new. I have our house and my music--” 

“And, Bucky?”

While she was right, you did have Bucky, in a sense. Bucky wasn’t new. You had a feeling what she was suggesting would be very new and not a notion you wanted to entertain.

“Natasha--” 

“It’s okay to be happy again, Y/n. It’s okay to let your heart get put back together and heal. It doesn’t cheapen what you had with Steve. It doesn’t mean you didn’t love him, and it doesn’t mean you are betraying him. You aren’t doing anything wrong by letting yourself find happiness again. Even if that happiness is found with Bucky.” 

You had a feeling what Natasha was hinting at, but hearing it outright like that made you a little queasy. Did people, your friends, talk about you and Bucky like this? Is that what everyone was worried about, who would get you next?  

“What are you talking about?” 

“Don’t act stupid Y/n. You’re a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.” 

“He’s been my best friend since I was thirteen. It’s not-- It’s never been--” You took a deep breath and told them both, firmly. “He’s my best friend.”  

Wanda pinched Natasha’s thigh and grabbed your hands from where she sat on the floor between you and Natasha. “All Nat is trying to say is if you wanted to find happiness again... with Bucky or anyone for that matter, it’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong by moving on.” 

“It’s been nearly a year since you lost Steve. It’s time to start picking up the pieces, Y/n. With Bucky or without. You can’t stay stuck in this in-between, and you can’t go back.”

You turned your gaze back out the window to catch Bucky staring at you. He quickly looked back at his bike and fiddled with the wrench in his hand. It reminded you of all those days he would hide you in Shop class so you could skip Geometry with Mr. Coulson. The memory makes you grin. The girls might be half right. Maybe you couldn’t go back, but that didn’t mean you wanted to let it go completely.

----

Three hours after Natasha and Wanda left, you found yourself wandering around the house with what you thought was purposeless. It started in the kitchen, and you slowly made your way through your home, somehow ending up in the doorway to Bucky’s room. Your heart must have told your feet where to go and left your brain in the dark. His hair was still wet from a fairly recent shower. The ends were darker than the rest and shiny from being wet. It wasn’t long enough to tuck behind his ears, but it was long enough that he could slick it back. His beard had become relatively thick due to his laziness these last few months. To be fair, most of his attention has been on you. When he mentioned trimming it a few weeks ago, you wrinkled your nose at the thought, and at the time, he had laughed. 

He never did trim it after that. 

Bucky glanced up at you, hovering at the threshold to his room, and he smiled, crooking his finger for you to come in. You pushed off the doorframe and made your way over to where he was resting on the end of the bed, wet towel lying on the bed next to him. You wanted to tell him it was getting your side of the bed all wet, but you thought better of it. 

It’s not your bed, after all. You have your own you should probably start to sleep in and let Bucky get back to living his own life. 

“Have a good time?” Bucky asked. There was a softness in his voice he saved for you and you alone. 

You shrugged.

“Tasha called me stupid on the way out. Got any idea what that is about? Should I be scared?” 

You grinned and brushed a fallen strand of hair back to lay with the rest. “I don’t know, but being scared is always a safe bet when Nat is involved. How’s the bike? It looked like you got a lot done.” 

“She’s good. Just cleaned her up a bit and changed the oil. You know, I like fiddling with her a bit, and she’s been sitting at my mom’s collecting dust.” 

You cupped his cheek and gently rubbed his cheekbone with your thumb. He nuzzled your palm right away, eyes falling closed, and he seemed to relax a fraction. There was tension in his shoulders you hadn’t noticed before, a darkness that has never lingered in his eyes this long, and his smile never quite reached his eyes anymore. He’s spent all this time taking care of you, and you never once noticed how badly he was struggling. 

He was lost just like you. 

“Hey.”

Bucky looked up at the sound of your voice and quickly pulled away from your touch as if he remembered he shouldn’t be doing that. You slowly drew your hand back, letting them drop to your side and choosing to sit next to him instead. 

“Wanna talk?” 

“‘Bout what?”

He looked dejected, troubled. A little scared, too. 

“What’s been weighing on your heart.” Bucky dropped his gaze, his tell for waiting to drop the subject, but you pushed a little more. “I didn’t see it before. I was too wrapped up in my shit, but I can see it now. The guilt and the hurt.”

If he honestly couldn’t talk, or didn’t want to, you would drop it. 

“Y/n, you don’t want to hear about that.” 

So it was about Steve’s death then. You had a feeling. 

“If I couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t have asked. I need to hear it, Bucky, and I think you need to talk about it as well.” 

It took a long time before Bucky made any movements at all. He shifted further away from you, tossing the towel onto the desk chair and turned to face you. You mirrored his position tucking one leg under you on the bed and letting the other hang off the edge. He was still quiet, gathering his thoughts and a little courage, too. You nudged his barefoot with yours and he gave you a small smile.

“Steve was… He was walking in front of me. Like he always does-- like he did, and Sam was on our left.” Bucky licked his lips, tossing words around his head to find the right ones. This was harder than he thought it would be. 

“I wasn’t paying attention. I should have been. That’s my damn job. I was too busy staring at the damn…” Bucky stopped short, and the look of guilt he gave you said he feared you already knew his crimes and found him deserving of judgment. 

“At what, Bucky?” 

Bucky dropped his eyes and shook his head. 

“You’ll hate me.” 

“Bucky… I could never hate you. Nothing you could do would make me hate you.” 

Bucky closed his eyes, squeezed them shut really. He didn’t want to see your face when he said what he had to say next. “I was staring at your scarf. It was sticking out of his collar, poking up right out of the back of his BDU’s and all I could think about was you, and how I could never have-- I was distracted.”

He reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes with the palm of his hand. You had to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling him close. Bucky needed to get this off his chest and you needed to hear it. 

“Next thing I knew, there was a shot fired and then about ten after that. Maybe more. I don’t know. Steve was down, and at first, I thought he dropped to take cover, but my damn ears were ringing, and shots were flying everywhere. I tried to yell out, but I couldn’t hear my voice over the noise. Sam was trying to drag me away, but I couldn’t leave him lying there…” 

Bucky’s words became stuttered and choked. You could follow along, but you had to piece together the holes Bucky couldn’t fill. He explained how Steve had taken the bullet for him, how he had been distracted and didn’t see it in time. Bucky told you that he had pulled Steve undercover, and Steve had begged for Bucky to take care of you for him. Bucky left out the reason Behind Steve’s choices that day. You didn’t need to know that when Bucky asked why he did that, Steve told him with that stupid lopsided smile, “You’re my best friend, Buck and Y/n... S-she can go on without me. She can’t live without you though.” 

You wiped your tears away with shaking fingers. Bucky blamed himself for Steve’s choices and you couldn’t let him go on thinking he was at fault for something he had no control over. Scarf or not. 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“Yn...” 

“No, Bucky. It wasn’t your fault. If it had been the other way around, you would have jumped in front of him. We both know you would have.” 

“But if I was--” 

“It’s not. Your fault, Bucky.”  

You crawled into his lap and pulled his head to your chest. Bucky tightened his arms around your waist, clutching at the thick fabric of his shirt still clinging to your skin. “I don’t blame you, and I know Steve wouldn’t,” You cooed softly in his ear. ”He would do it a hundred times over, and I know you would do the same for h-him.” 

Bucky tucked his nose into your neck and took a shaky inhale. The two of you sat like that as the glow of the room slowly faded from orange to dark blue. Bucky’s quiet sobs had settled into barely-there sniffs along with your own. There was a new heaviness resting on your chest, but despite the pain that came with knowing the truth, it gave you a tiny bit of closure. He never said if he believed you or accepted your forgiveness. You prayed he did. You hoped now he would be able to forgive himself, too.

“Bucky?” 

There a beat of silence. Bucky rubbed his beard against your neck making you shiver. You could feel a faint smile on your skin when he finally spoke. 

“Yeah?” 

Bucky slowly lifted his head, so the two of you were sitting nose to nose now, you were so close that when you whispered he could feel your breath against his lips, “I’m glad you came home… to me.” 

Maybe now, you could both heal and move on to something new. 

“Me too, Trouble. Me too.”

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[mrs-cavill-wife]

Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

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[lyranova]

Children of the Future:

Chapter 8: The Meeting

Hi guys! I’m sorry this chapter has taken a while, my back went out and then I started moving so its just been one thing after the other haha! Anyway I hope you all like this chapter it’s a little...rough 😅. The next chapter will be reblogged soon so please look forward to it 🥰! Also Aika belongs to @simpingforthisonedeer !

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Word count: 2,704

Warnings: None

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Yami groaned slightly as he woke up, today was going to be a busy day. First he would have to go to a Captains meeting to discuss the kids, and then he would have to talk to his squad and tell them to keep an eye out. He quickly sat up and scratched the back of his head before walking out of the room. When he stepped into the hallway he was instantly greeted with the smell of food. Someone was cooking, he frowned a bit, he hadn’t slept that late had he?

He walked into the common area and saw everyone else was waking up as well. He saw Zora was walking into the room as well as Nebra, apparently the smell of food had woken them up as well. He stepped more towards the dining room and noticed Hikari, Alistar, Charlotte, Vangeance, Ace, and Josslyn were already awake. He stopped mid-step when Hikari suddenly turned to look at him.

“ Good morning Yami!” She called out, causing the others to turn and look at him in surprise. She had probably sensed his Qi if Yami had to guess. He gave a small wave before he walked over to the table and sat down.

“ Good morning I guess,” he greeted back before frowning. “ What are you all doing up so early?” He asked before sitting down himself.

“ Well, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t sleep so I came in here.” Alistar said with a shrug before setting more food and coffee onto the table, Charlotte walked out of the kitchen and sat down at the table at the same time Alistar did.

“ I always wake up this early.” Charlotte said with ease before grabbing a cup of tea and putting it to her lips and taking a sip. Yami snorted, for some reason that didn’t surprise him very much.

“ I smelled the food.” Hikari answered simply and Alistar chuckled next to her, she cut him a glare before she put a piece of bacon into her mouth.

“ I think the rest of us also woke up due to the smell of delicious food.” Vangeance chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee. As the others sat down at the table they ate in silence, the only sounds being the silverware hitting the plates or glasses clinking against their saucers.

Charlotte glanced up at Yami from across the table, she was beginning to get used to seeing him when she woke up. It was nice. Seeing him with sleep in his eyes, his already somewhat messy hair even messier, the way his voice was just a little deeper when he first woke up. It was cute. She quickly shook her head. ‘Stop it Charlotte! This is only temporary, remember? Once Hikari and the others are sent back everything will return to normal.’ The thought quickly sent a pain through her chest, a small piece of her didn’t want to ‘go back to normal’. But it was inevitable and, probably, for the best.

“ Y’know,” Yami started, suddenly shaking Charlotte out of her thoughts. “ what are we going to do with them while we’re gone?” Yami asked, jolting his thumb towards the kids. The other adults blinked, none had thought about it.

“ Geez it’s not like we’re babies who can’t look after ourselves.” Josslyn muttered as she sat back in her chair. Hikari shook her head.

“ Alistar and I will look after Ace and Josslyn. Y’know keep them out of trouble.” Hikari volunteered, Alistar nodded along before he suddenly realized what she had signed them up for. He quickly turned to look at her.

“ Why do you always volunteer me to do these kinds of things with you?” He asked with a sigh before he set his knife and fork down, all she did was smirk before taking another bite of her breakfast. They both knew why she did it; because they were a team, always had been, and probably always would be.

“ I trust them.” Charlotte said suddenly as she saw the unsure looks pass across the others faces. She had a feeling Hikari could handle anything that could possibly happen, she was her and Yami’s daughter after all. Yami looked at Charlotte curiously before he nodded.

“ If the Prickly Princess trusts them, then so do I.” Yami said, causing her to blush and look away. She hadn’t realized he held her opinion in such high regard.

“ I agree. But we need to leave quickly if we want to make it to the meeting on time.” Vangeance said before standing up along with Charlotte and Yami. “ Thank you for the lovely breakfast Charlotte and Alistar.”

“ You’re welcome fa-I mean, Captain.” Alistar said with a warm smile before the three Captains walked towards the door.

“ Hey you two,” Yami suddenly shouted, turning towards Zora and Nebra. “ You might start heading towards the Squads Hideouts, so that way you can be there for the memos.” He added before walking out. Zora and Nebra grumbled as they followed suit, neither understood why they had to attend since they already knew about it. But it was an order, even if he didn’t say it directly, so they had no choice but to follow him.

As the adults left Josslyn smirked at the other three in the room.

“ Well now that the elders are gone, why don’t we explore a bit? Maybe we can find a way out of this time and get back home.” She grumbled before standing up, Hikari shook her head.

“ We can’t. Not yet and don’t even think about walking out and going to look on your own!” Hikari said as Josslyn opened her mouth to argue. The young girls began to bicker back and forth like siblings, Ace just sitting there watching as he didn’t really know what to say while Alistar sighed.

“ I should’ve just took my chances back home.”

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Yami, Charlotte, and Vangeance sat down at the long conference table along with the other Captains. Dorothy was asleep as usual, Fuegoleon was having a small conversation with Nozel and Kaiser, while Jack and Rill were busy in their own little worlds. They all looked up as the doors opened and Julius and Marx entered the room, they all stood up until the doors behind Julius closed and he sat down, the Captains following suit.

“ I’m sure most of you know why I’ve called this meeting today, while there are a few that do not.” Julius said looking around the table, some of the Captains nodded and some shook their heads.

“ Over the past couple of days there have been some children arriving, children that are not from this time. Right now there are only 4 children that have arrived, but just in case more happen to arrive as well I’d like for you and your squads to look out for them.” Julius said as he looked at the table, Fuegoleon frowned slightly.

“ You believe there will be more?” He asked curiously, Julius shrugged and placed a hand under his chin thoughtfully.

“ I’m not sure, but I would rather take precautions just in case.” Julius said before Nozel looked over at him.

“ Have you discovered the reason as to why they’re being sent here yet?” Julius shook his head at the question and sighed softly.

“ Not yet. I’m hoping one of the children might be able to provide some insight into it, but I would like to wait until they’re a little more settled.” Julius said before Jack spoke up.

“ Why don’t you just have mushroom hair over there to look at their memories to get the information we need?” Some of the other captains nodded, that was a good idea, but Julius shook his head as Marx glared daggers at Jack’s comment.

“ I would rather them give us the information willingly if they know anything at all. The only way I’ll take that possible information by force is if I believe they’re lying and are a threat to the kingdom.” He told them seriously, they all nodded and looked down at the table.

“ Any more questions?” He asked the table kindly, Kaiser nodded before looking over at Julius.

“ Do we know what links these children to one another? Or are they just being sent here randomly?”

“ Well, so far all of their parents have been either Magic Knights or Magic Knight Captains. All the children, despite their ages, have really strong mana. So I’ll assume they’re all capable mages.” Julius explained and the others looked amongst each other for a moment.

“ Some of their parents are magic knight Captains?!” They asked in unison; Yami, Charlotte, and William all looked down at the table and kept silent. None really volunteered the information and Julius nodded at the other Captains as a soft smile graced his face.

“ Yes, but we’ll leave that discussion for another day hm?” He suggested, causing the three Captains to sigh in relief internally at having been spared the integration that would come from the other Captains, save for Nozel since he already knew who two of the children belonged to. They all nodded in agreement.

“ Alright, since I think that's everything I’ll let you all get to your squads and brief them on their new assignments.” He told them before standing, the captains stood and saluted as well before Julius walked out of the room with Marx.

The Captains quickly stood and began to walk out of the room one by one except for Fuegoleon, Yami, Charlotte, and William.

“ The kids belong to you three don’t they? You were the only ones not surprised by the news or by the request to alert our squads.” Fuegoleon said, surprising the three in question. They hadn’t realized they had been so obvious, especially since the other Captains didn’t seem to notice, but they should have realized Fuegoleon was more observant than the others and would quickly figure it out.

“ I won’t tell anyone,” he chuckled, causing relief to wash over the Captain's faces. “ but the others will figure it out soon as well. So you’d best prepare for all the questions and comments, and you might prepare your children as well.” He added before walking out.

“ He’s right,” William agreed as he began to walk with Charlotte and Yami. “ There will be questions for both us and our children and we should anticipate them and ask the kids to do the same.” William added as he walked outside the room as well, presumably going to the Golden Dawn Headquarters. Charlotte sighed softly before looking at Yami.

“ Do you think the kids are hiding something?” Charlotte asked suddenly as she and Yami walked out of the room and began to walk down the hall.

“ I don’t think so, I can’t say much about Alistar, Josslyn, and Ace. But I don’t think Hikari is, she doesn’t seem like the type.” He said firmly, Hikari seemed way too honest so he highly doubted she would lie. Besides, he would be able to sense it with his Qi if she was. Charlotte chuckled which caused him to look at her in confusion.

“ You barely know her and you’re ready to believe her word over anyone else's.” She said softly, he was acting so much like a dad already she silently wondered if he would act this way when he eventually did have a child.

“ Like you wouldn’t?” He countered. She turned a small shade of pink and looked away, of course she would, Hikari was her daughter and truly seemed to not know what was happening.

“ Of course I would.” She answered, causing Yami to laugh and she smiled. He really did have a nice laugh. She shook her head quickly to get rid of the thought. “ I would obviously want to hear everyone else’s side first but I would still most likely believe her.”

“ Look at us,” he chuckled as they walked outside, it was Charlotte’s turn to be confused. “ We already sound like a couple of parents.” She chuckled as well and nodded in agreement.

“ We really do.” She agreed as she watched him grab his broom and step onto it. “ Do you think there’ll really be more kids?” She asked him, and he paused for a moment and looked at the sky in thought.

“ Maybe, considering how many have come back so far, and since this ‘incident’ or whatever seems to be so bad they’re sending their strongest mages back I’m gonna assume there’ll be more.” He said before looking back at her. “ Let’s just hope there won’t be anymore from my squad.” He chuckled before using his mana to levitate into the air.

“ I’ll see ya back home Prickly Princess.” Yami told her with a smirk before flying away, she felt her heart skip a slight beat at the promise. Her smile widened as her cheeks blushed.

She couldn’t wait to see him back home.

———

Julius stood at the window overlooking the Capitol, he was a tad surprised none of the Captain’s had asked the question he himself wanted an answer to. How were the children getting here? Sure Hikari came through an old magic item that was in the basement, but the others were found all across the capitol and in different places. Was there a time mage so strong that they were able to actually send people through time as well as space? Or was it a spatial mage who maybe had an ability that could transport them to any time they wished? Or was it one mage with both affinities? Julius wasn’t sure but he was excited at the thought! He heard Marx sigh behind him.

“ Sir, don’t you think you should finish the paperwork before you get lost in your daydreams?” He asked exasperatedly, Julius turned around and blushed sheepishly before laughing.

“ You’re right, my apologies, Marx. I was just trying to figure out how these kids got here if they didn’t come through the magic item like Hikari.” He admitted before sitting at his desk and going through the paperwork slowly, Marx shrugged.

“ I’m not too sure myself sir, maybe Lady Aika can look into it? Maybe there’s another magic item like the one in the basement somewhere else in the Capitol or in the surrounding area?” Marx suggested Julius’ eyes lit up with excitement, not only because he mentioned Aika, but also because he thought of something Julius hadn’t; that there were two magic items that could bring and send people through time!

“ Marx. You’re a genius! Send for Aika right away, I’ll try and have her look into this while-.” Julius looked up as a magic knight crashed through his office door, the man was out of breath as though he had run a mile.

“ Lord Julius, you need to come downstairs quickly!” The man said out of breath, Julius quickly stood and walked over to the man.

“ What’s happened?” Marx asked quickly as the man quickly stood upright and looked from Marx to Julius.

“ We’re under attack!”

“ By who?” Julius asked, his face serious yet confused, they had signed peace treaties with all the neighboring countries, unless a few of its citizens decided to go rogue, or a few Clover Citizens were very unhappy.

“ By a young boy!” He said quickly, now Marx and Julius both frowned.

“ ‘By a young boy’? As in singular and not plural?” Marx asked slowly, he scoffed when the magic knight nodded. “ Really? One boy is giving all of you this much trouble?”

“ He has transformation magic, and it’s not like the normal kind, he can transform himself as well as objects!” The man said quickly, Julius smiled a bit before he walked past the man. That magic sounded awfully familiar.

“ I think I’m going to have to pay this young man a visit. Come on, Marx let’s go.”

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Ah sorry this isn’t very good! The next chapter will be reblogged soon I promise 🥰! Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3

[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn’t reblog prompt lists.  you’re fine!  <3]

Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13

It calmed him down.  A little.  But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.

"You're makin' some of these up."

"Am not."

"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."

V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too.  The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch.  It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.

"Falling in love."

Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.

There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low.  Flat.

"You think it's dumb, huh?"

"I didn't mean like that."

"How did you mean it?"

"I-..."

"Never mind."

"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."

"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."

And he was right.

V closed her eyes.

The security doors were linked into the mainframe.  Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power.  Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.

Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room.  Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling.  A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.

It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.

"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her.  "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."

"Yeah, sure.  On it."

Directly in front of her, she found a wall.  It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.

"Got it."

There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal.  Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance.  Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.

"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor.  "An oversight, not the end of the world."

Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest.  He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint.  The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.

As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement.  Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall.  Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights.  They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.

And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.

V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark.  Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward.  With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.

On the street again, they fell into the crowd.  A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.

And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.

Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself.  After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead.  Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.

A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him.  He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.

"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."

"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting.  Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets.  She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face.  "And maybe again, not."

The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away.  Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her.  Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.

Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her.  He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.

Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.

They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.

With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.

He blinked down at her.

"I wasn't saying you're stupid."

"Didn't think you were."

"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."

Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.

"It's cool, V.  I'm over it."

Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.

"Liar."

Jackie hissed sharply.  Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.

"Digging yourself deeper, chica."

Brushing past her, he kept walking.

V stood rooted to the spot.

When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled.  He sighed heavily, and came right back.  His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar.  Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say.  Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest.  I'll go and collect our pay.  I'll catch up with you in the morning."

Her heart sank.

"Yeah," V agreed listlessly.  "Alright.  Great."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.

It helped.  And... it didn't.

"Hasta mañana."

This time, Jackie didn't look back.  Just disappeared into the next street.

V took one step and stopped again.

She didn't even know where the hell she was.

With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata.  Then, once she had a read, she started on again.  And each step felt heavier than the last.

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Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.

It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway.  She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch.  Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.

Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.

"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"

V flipped him off.

A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.

Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist.  Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.

She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth.  Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.

Jackie smiled.  And he meant it.

V's expression slipped a little further.  Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.

He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.  

Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.

V survived the elevator on her own two feet.  She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.

They made it back to her apartment at last.  V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.

Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her.  Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.

"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection.  "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles.  Not very far, really."

Jackie didn't answer.  He didn't know what to answer.  Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand.  Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."

Ah.

Words.

Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place.  Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.

"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input.  "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it?  No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."

Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair.  Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.

"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"

"I don't know..."  Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way.  "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between."  Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged.  "Just my take on it, though."

The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby.  She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk.  Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.

"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued.  "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay.  Better than, I'd say."

V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.

Jackie blinked.

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know that, too."

V sighed.  Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.

"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay?  Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."

Jackie scoffed.

"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall.  "Which as I recall, was not the case.  Not at all."

"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility.  I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it.  "Isn't that stupid?"

"Love ain't stupid, chica.  Never is."

V stared at him.  Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.

Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor.  She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.

"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."

Jackie smiled.  Then he chuckled.

"And you know what?"  He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either.  You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."

As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.

"...okay, you're right.  You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really.  I wanted to be the best out there.  And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could.  Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely.  But having a partner?  Wasn't even on my mind.  Not until you came along.  Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Not even for what you want most in the world?"

"No.  Wanna know why?  'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."

V pressed her lips together.

Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.

She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click.  As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut.  Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.

Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side.  Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.

He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead.  She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid.  Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed.  Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.

"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."

"No... I'm making it up as I go along."

"Oh."

At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest.  Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.

Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments.  There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.

"V?"

"...are we okay?"

With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.

"We're fine, V.  You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution."  After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens.  I'm tough.  I'll survive."  And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."

With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her.  She snatched it from his hand, and it went...

...somewhere.

Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.

But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup.  How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.

#heywoodvirgin #cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #nomad!v #fanfiction #i have no idea where this came from or why it went in that direction #please take it from me #prompts and answers #thank! <3

[og-danny-dorito]

『 Man In Red 』

{   A/N:

    This is that Jason x Reader thing I said I was going to write. I changed my mind about the reading thing because my stuttering got annoying and I doubt anyone wants to hear that. Anyway, thanks for reading cause I know no one likes the author’s not part, and you can reblog if you want (I don't care).

         - Danny ✌️👽 }

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   From the small balcony from your apartment, you could see the rain dropping to your feet where the balcony’s overhead cover ended in front of you. The smoke rose from the cigarette between your lips, your nose flaring only occasionally to let out the smoke that flooded your lungs like poison into the open air before you. Poison...why was that word so familiar? Why did you feel the word’s meaning as you thought it and felt it as you spoke it out loud? Was there a meaning at all?

  You cursed yourself for missing him, but what were you going to do, not want him? You cursed yourself for hating when he was gone, even when you yourself told him not to get attached.

It had been three months since you met Jason Todd, the vigilante known as Red Hood.

  The first time you met was an odd one, mainly because he dropped down onto your balcony with his back leaning against the wall and his eyes screwed shut tightly like it was normal to do that right outside of a random person’s apartment balcony door. It didn't take you long to realize that he was clutching his side because he was bleeding out, and in those few moments of staring down at him in your pajamas at 1:03 in the morning you mad a decision to help him. Or phrased more correctly; technically act as a safe house for him whenever he was in trouble and you were nearby.

  You could count on your fingers how many times he'd shown up to your house injured or needing somewhere to stay. At least that's what he said. He never took of his mask around you, and so you were fairly certain he didn't trust you enough to do it yet, or...wouldn't at all. It had been concluded (non verbally, mind you, and probably mutually?) a long time ago that you weren't just used for tactical use but also...for company. Someone to talk to.

  You had to admit that he wasn't very hospitable at first. Maybe your thirst for friends waved some red flags for him in the beginning, but you eventually eased him into it. As a resolve, you started off slow. 

  When asked if he wanted to stay, he'd hesitate, making sure to get a little comfortable and asking to hear about something in your life to fill the silence. When asked how his day had been, he seemed a little awkward at first in his responses as if he wasn't used to reporting in a way that was a sort of ‘i care’ type. That red mask couldn't hide what was underneath forever, you know? He told you his name was Jason after three weeks of consistent asking if you could call him something other than some comic book esque alias. Jason, was his name. Jason Todd.

  You'd sit out here for the past few months now, waiting with your cigarette between your lips and/or fingers, listening to the cars pass by below and watching the onlooking city of Gotham you'd grown so accustomed to. It hadn't changed since you left. At least not by much. Still full of crime, grime and bright lights. But it seemed a little...different. Maybe it was the change in jobs, or change in setting since when you lived here as a kid. You weren't sure, but you were sure of one thing; you had it bad for the man in red.

"You know, I've died once before. It's not fun. Those things just speed up the process."

  Speak of the devil and he shall appear, the man in red hears his name and- poof!- he's here. You made no move to turn your head as you heard the familiar thunk of weight carried in combat boots against the metal ground, shaking a glass and plate nearby that you had eaten off of and never bothered to bring inside again. He stood still for a moment, looking over your figure. He was wet from the rain, you could feel him shaking it off his coat as he stood there. Your muscles pulled taught at the corners of your eyes, he could hear it in your voice.

   "Can't be that bad if I've got a dead man telling me what to do, huh?", you said, removing the cigarette from your lips. He slowly moved forward, stature seeming to be much more straight and muscular than yours. It still amazed you sometimes how big he really was, not just visually. Jason, physically, was a big dude. Like, monster height yeah you'd seen that, but muscle wise? Dude looked like he could bend you over his knee and crack your spine in half with his thumbs. Bad analogy, but you get the point.

   Jason chuckled a little, taking the cigarette from your lips and holding it between his fingers. He almost made a move to smoke from it, but lowered his hand once he remembered that he had his mask on. You rolled your eyes for a second, but didn't pressure him on it.

  If he was wearing it it was for a good reason. His face may have been messed up or something, but you really didn't care. Or maybe he didn't like looking at himself? "Well, smart ass, being dead helps you learn a few things. Like take care of yourself. And...take it easy.", he said, leaning onto the frame of the railing to his right with his elbows positioned to hold him up to face you. You seemed to contemplate the thought, thinking that you'd like your cigarette back while he was toying with it between his gloved fingers. Now you were starting to question if you liked how you couldn't see any of him at all in the first place because of how damn annoying he was sometimes. Maybe you also liked that you couldn't see his face, too. It might've bee not the mystery behind it. It used to keep you up thinking about it.

  But, like most things, you'd gotten to the point of not giving a shit, and stuffing your hands in your pocket, you exhaled a sigh, watching smoke rise due to the coldness in the air. Your brow raised as you still didn't turn to face him. You didn't have to. You already knew what he looked like; enticing and practically begging for you to kiss his dumb mask-face. And it was annoying. "Really? Feel like that's directed at me in some way, you trying to say something?", you said, with a bit of a hiss to your voice. Of course you didn't mean it in a vile way, but it sounded like it.

  He knew better than to get offended at it though, instead resorting to smiling a little and shrugging, watching the butt of the cigarette lose its flame. Would it hurt him if it hit his skin? Could he even feel pain? "You look tired, rough day at work?", he asked quietly. He meant it, you could tell from the way his pitch changed from teasing to slightly more...concerned. Your back was hunched at an angle only used to alleviate a greater pain along your posture, and your eyes were half lidded to the point of making things in front of you seem hazy if you were to zone out, like you were falling asleep standing. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your forehead. "Some dickheads from Cobblepot’s gang came in and caused a fight to break out. Had to stay a few hours over repairs cause the boss of the joint can't get his shit together long enough to stop drinking and handle it on his own."

  He stood there was your brows furrowed into and agitated expression, eyes narrowing suit and grin fading from its neutral position to a displeased frown. "If that son of a bitch walks into the bar again I'll just shoot him down, I'm starting not to care if I loose my damn head for it." Jason's hand tightened on the railing he was resting on. "Don't say that." His voice seemed concerned, but more in a way of trying to sound concerned in a masked way. Like he didn't want you to know that he cared. There was a long moment of silence, and for a good few seconds you felt the familiar rage from earlier bubbling in your chest. That same burning sensation in the back of your throat and the tightness in your chest wasn't helping, your eyes narrowed as your arms crossed over one other. You were thinking it over, trying to figure out what you were thinking about it clearly behind the emotions of blinding rage. You did a lot of that lately.

  He didn't push you to speak. You were starting to think that he wouldn't be good with a partner since he didn't seem to care much whether you spoke or not, but to be fair you weren't his partner. You were... what were you? A refuge? That sounded to generous for your affiliation. A safe house? Probably, but that sounded too personal. With a long sigh, you tried to alleviate the tightness forming in your ribs. The moon was almost completely clouded over, the starts invisible due to the light pollution in the city. It was kind of sad how that had become something so common now. So many kids wouldn't be able to see the stars from their bedroom window anymore, or be able to look out from their backyard and see the endless unknown they'd most likely never get the chance to explore.

  Turning on your left heel, you moved to face him more directly, standing in close enough proximity to hear his voice if it were above a whisper. On previous occasions prior to your meeting you'd feel him tense up a little and grow uneasy under the closeness. But he didn't move now, and it felt more as if he was welcoming your presence more than anything. Your eyebrows lifted from their scornful expression, moving to something more mutely interested and amused. Your voice carried like the wind passing, ending far to short for his liking. He wasn't sure he'd ever want it to stop. "What about you, Red Hood- got any stories up your sleeve for me?", you asked, moving to steal your cigarette back. But Jason moved quicker than you, and faster than your hand extended to his arm he moved his hand back up to be level with his his shoulder. Tilting your head, you smiled a little. "Let me guess, you got hurt again? You can't be hurting that bad if you've managed to pop off at the mouth a few times in the course of a few minutes-" Your tone was teasing, but he made sure to cut you off to spare himself. Albeit he sounded sort of wary, it still caught you off guard enough to stop in your tracks.

"I saw something- ...that reminded me of you. Today."

  Saying that made you a little more than surprised, and in a flash of heat you felt your cheeks burn up a bit and your grin fade into amazement. His shoulders dropped, head dropping for a second as his hand fell back to have his elbow rest on the railing to lean back. You knew it was weird but you felt oddly...good. Did he really think of you? "Wh- Me?", you chuckled nervously, seeming to try to hide your reddening face by the dip of your head and the sudden interest in the ground below you. "Yeah- I uh- I did.", Jason replied. In a sudden burst of what seemed like realization he hurriedly reached for his jacket pocket, taking out what looked like a small necklace in a see-through box. From his outstretched hand you thought that it looked rather nice against the leather of his gloves, and your hand moved to take it from his.

  You watched closely as the dim lights from your apartment and the lights of the city blended around his fingers as they retreated from your own a little less eagerly than you expected. Huh. Slowly, you opened it, revealing what seemed to be a small blue flower in resin that looked like a water droplet. It was a pendant for the chain through its metal hook, glistening a pale silver that made you feel the urge to smile for a camera that wasn't there. Glancing up, you grinned at Jason. And in a flash of a second he felt his whole body flush with a sensation he knew all to well, especially with you. From under his mask he bit on his lower lip subconsciously, seeing how the curve of your mouth upturned in a grin so sincere he couldn't help but feel some sort of need to protect it.

  "You got this for me, you big sap?", you said, grinning widely. Your tone was teasing, but the light punch in his shoulder as your eyes glistened with admiration towards the necklace proved you weren't mad or creeped out by it. Jason chuckled a little slowly, dry and hoarse but still easygoing. "I said it made me think of you, right? Might as well give it to you to uhhh... think of yourself. I guess.", he retorted softly, shrugging a little. This d o r k. This man child. This dumb sexy masked man with attachment issues. How dare he make you start smiling, the bags around your eyes bending to seem like the most beautiful part of your face in that moment. Who even uses the word beautiful so loosely anymore?

  He seemed to watch as you placed it around your neck, the clasp going shut behind you through feeling its position a few times. You looked down, watching it cast a water-like reflection on your chest as you tilted your head a little bit like a child. Ah, fuck, that's kinda cute. Jason cleared his throat after a second, his arms folding over his chest after a second of watching you look at your own neck in awed silence. It was only when he felt his own body stiffen that he noticed you were looking at him, a slight grin on your face as you looked into the eyes of the mask. It felt like you were trying to say something to him, but your lips didn't move. Somehow, he knew what it meant, and his shoulders lost their tense feeling for the time.

  A few awkward moments passed before you looked down to your feet, clearing your throat and stepping a little closer. Oh shit, what were you- Moving closer, you felt your breath quicken a fraction as your eyes remained trained to the ground. You avoided eye contact for now, finding the cuff of his pants just above his combat boots much more interesting, it seemed. But your hands were raising, your fingers twitching under your own anticipation. He could feel his eyes wandering now, looking over your hips, your shoulders, your lips. Did you mean what you were going to do? Did you really want it?

...

Suddenly, you felt yourself stop. 

   Your hands were stuck above your waist, having been firmly held in place by two leather-clad gloves. Your eyes began to go wide, stuck on the downward angle of his head. Jason, who had felt so nervous when coming into contact with you previously but was now firmly holding your wrists, held his head low, away from the gaze your head moved so desperately to maintain. Slowly, you felt yourself relax, frowning a little. What were you thinking this time? You couldn't help but swallow down a gulp of fear forming in your throat. Maybe you had gone to far...?

   “You can't kiss me if you don't take off my mask, you know."

   Your heart stopped for a moment, eyes going wide for a good few moments as he released your hands, moving them gently by your elbows to the sides of his mask. You felt yourself gulp, cursing the strands of hair that were tickling the sides of your face and closing parts of your peripheral. You wanted to watch with all of your senses, not just your eyes. You couldn't help but tremble a little as well, and he seemed to wait patiently.

  The edge of the mask first came off of his jaw, slipping upwards smoothly as you saw what looked like part of a scar. His skin was tanned, light in places it had been cut, marred, or marked by some violent force you knew nothing about. Soon it came over his lips which were slightly parted now. Those to had a scar running up from the bottom of his pronounced chin, ending right below his pronounced nose which you saw clearly now. It seemed the edge of his eyelashes caught on the mask's cuff, causing him to close one eye. In the dim light of the balcony, you saw bright, bright eyes. They seemed to outshine the sun, beaming a slightly translucent green that made your own widen a small bit in wonder. His eyelashes were thick, dark and clumped a small bit from the wetness of the rain you assumed his face got drenched in earlier.

  His brows were thick too, seeming to line the end of his forehead over his eyelids in a way that made him look brooding. There were circles under his eyes. He looked weary. You felt, in that moment, as of you were going to collapse. Your legs and fingers had been shaking for a bit now as you stood still on the pavement, eyes trained on his own changing features. Parted lips moved to close only for a second as his tongue slid over their chapped surface. He was...beautiful. More beautiful than any person you'd ever seen at least. His expression looked as if it was constantly tired and brooding; like he'd seen things he shouldn't have.

  But you could see- and you were sure you wouldn't if you were only a few inches away -that his eyes were sad. The expanse of skin on his cheekbones and from his chin to his upper lip were charred, a very thin outline of a jagged letter 'J' carved into his left cheek. His eyes were...wary, like a tired animal. His hair looked messy and dark, a single white patch on the middle-left part of his head coming over one of his brows. He looked like the only reason he cut his hair was to keep it off his neck considering he had a very clean undercut in the back and a matted, long few pieces covering parts of his ears and brow in the front. His jaw was strong, having been pronounced by being clenched and unclenched with each touch, sending slight waves of heat over your body as your moved your trembling fingers to put down the helmet on the ground. It was heavy, but it didn't take you long to discard it somewhere near your flowerpots full of patches of unsoiled dirt and plates with cups on top of them.

  You could see that he didn't feel completely comfortable with this, and yet in the fact that you could even consider him to think himself anything less than gorgeous made you grin widely in an odd half-smile that made a small bit of your teeth shine through your lips. He clenched his jaw nervously.

  You felt a little choked up, but you could manage a few words at the moment. "Didn't know I'd be seeing God's face when I took of your mask, Jay. You could've warned me.", you said, grinning. He seemed to widen his eyes in slight surprise, moving to look anywhere but your face. Maybe he thought that if he couldn't see you you couldn't see him- and the growing blush on his face. In a breathless tone, sounding almost desperate, he spoke quietly. "Don't say that..." You rolled your eyes. "I will say that. Now look at me while I kiss you." He seemed to follow the command, his eyes still telling you that he felt a little scared. Moving his right hand from your elbow to your hip and his left from your other elbow to your neck, you slowly moved in, glancing him in the eyes before going for it.

  It seemed to catch him off guard first, for he didn't actually start kissing you back until you put one of your hands on his hip, drawing him closer. You felt suddenly that with a very restrained fierceness he moved into you, hips first, seeming to grip onto the side of your neck and your hip a bit more tightly. You felt like you were being used as an anchor, but you couldn't help but not mind it when you were being kissed like this. Jason's lips were just as chapped as they seemed, but they were strangely warm. The fact that his tongue kept darting out and straight back in was sort of endearing to you as he let out a sort of pleased sound at your hand moving to tangle in his hair.

  There was quiet as you parted, although you could now tell he was holding you as tightly as a screw would a nail. But for the moment, you didn't mind it. You liked looking as him like this, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted slightly, new moisture on his lips. With a grin, your eyes lit up as you felt a slight laugh come from your throat. This felt strangely intimate to you. Not once did you consider the fact that there was a slight raging sexual tension between you two that maybe said he wanted something out of this two, like a dumbass. But you couldn't feel bad right now for being dumb, you were too happy. With a slightly unsure moment, his grip loosed enough to let you stand more independently, the wobble in your movements mostly gone.

  His body was slightly stiff as he stood there, eyes moving all over. His movements made a lot more sense now; you could tell that previously when he did the same stiff posture earlier with his mask on he was looking around nervously to try and avoid his impending embarrassment. But he couldn't deny the pink tinge on his cheeks, and your thumb ran over his cheekbone as your hand slid back down to your side. Your eyebrow raised for a small moment as you felt yourself smirk, placing your hands on your hip. "So, uh, that was...nice. Wanna do it again sometime?" Jason said nervously, a grin spreading out on his face. You rolled your eyes at him, shoving his shoulder a little and watching him laugh and take the hit with a dramatic movement.

  "Go run home Romeo. And come back tomorrow, otherwise I'll hunt you down.", you said, backing up and watching him pick up his helmet. He shrugged a little half-heartedly before putting it back on, seeming to almost trip over the damn rail before perching up on it, looking at you with a grin. He fixed a grappling hook on the edge of the roof, pausing for a moment. His head didn't move as he breathed, but you couldn't help but chuckle a little and run a hand through your hair at the gesture. It was then that he inhaled sharply, nodding at you and giving you a two-fingered salute. "Couldn't leave if I wanted to, babe.", he said. You could hear the smile in his voice as he dropped away.

   And with that, he was gone. You felt your chest flutter at the words, and for a second of watching him drop to the street below before looking directly down there to only see nothing, you bit down on your lip.

You couldn't help but not care too much about your cigarette now.

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[butmomilovejin]

Day 1/365

Prompt: “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Genre: Angst, Mild crack

Summary: Jungkook had never felt fury like that; uncontrollable. You, having been his best friend for the best part of the last decade, meant so much to him and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being uncomfortable under the hands of some gross loner at a party. After he had taken his anger out on his target, he ends up at his boyfriend’s front door

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, Violence, Yoongi tries to make light of a bad situation? 

WC: 1.4k

It was 2 in the morning and Jungkook was not where he should be, in bed, asleep. No. He was walking the streets of Seoul, pace rapid, as his legs carry him without him knowing, to Yoongi’s front door. 

He didn’t know what came over him. Earlier that evening, when you had told him about what that guy had done to you at a party the night before, touching you up as you wriggled to escape, you hadn’t expected him to explode like that, rushing out the door before you’d even finished your last sentence. Jungkook rang the doorbell for what felt like hours. No sign of movement in the house. Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he sees almost 100 missed calls from you over the past few hours. He continues to ignore them though as he unlocks the phone and goes straight to Yoongi’s contact. The phone rang... and rang... and rang... and Jungkook had begun searching through his messy pockets to try and find something to pick the lock with. But finally, just as it almost went to voicemail, a groggy sounding Yoongi muttered a confused ‘Hello?’ on the other end of the phone.

“Yoongi! How could you not hear the doorbell??” 

“You’re at my house?” He was now gradually waking up due to the rushed tone of Jungkook’s voice.

“Yes, now please let me in my saliva is turning into ice out here.”

“Nice mental image thank you, but the door’s open just come in.”

“Oh, ok- wait you leave your door unlocked at night?” 

“Locking doors is for the weak; now come inside before you get hypothermia.”

Jungkook tested the handle on the door and sure enough, it was open. He heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, listening to the soft movement of Yoongi’s footsteps he walks down the stairs, clad in his dressing gown and glasses, hair a mess, strands in every direction, not that Jungkook’s was any better.

Yoongi sits at a stool in the kitchen and looks at JK’s back as his hands grip the sink, white knuckles protruding, Yoongi seemingly not phased at all that his boyfriend was at his house at the witching hour, looking rather handsomely disheveled.

“Well, aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here?” Jungkook asked, now facing Yoongi.

“No, I figured you’d tell me without prompting anyway.”

“You- Fair enough. Well where do I even START?”

“Why don’t we start with why you’re not at Y/N’s having your movie night, which by the way, still upset I didn’t get an invite.”

“It’s tradition between us! You can’t come it’s OUR time.”

“Kook... I’m joking,” Yoongi says as he guides the younger to the living room and sits him on a sofa across from himself, “What happened babe?”

The pet name causes Jungkook to look up lovingly to Yoongi. 

“Well, ok, so I was with her and she seemed a bit- I don’t know. She seemed kind of off-ish, I knew something was up when she didn’t even suggest Cat in the Hat for our movie.”

Yoongi nods along but he doesn’t know you nearly as well as Jungkook and has no idea how that would give the impression there was something wrong. Regardless, he acts like he understands as Jungkook continues on.

“I asked her what was up and she was very reluctant to tell me but eventually she gave in. She was harassed last night at that party we were meant to go to. I wish we never ate that week old pie, we would’ve been there if we weren’t spewing everywhere”

“Harassed?” Yoongi asked, trying to the pinpoint the important parts in between Jungkook’s rambled monologue.

“The guy was touching her up even when she was trying to get back to her friends. She said she was fine about it last night, because she was so drunk, it barely registered in her brain, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day today.”

“Well, technically yesterday, its 2am.”

“Dude... shut the fuck up.”

“Did you just friend zone me, we’ve been together for 2 years bro.”

“I love you bro.”

“I love you too bro, anyway please continue.”

“Oh yeah, so I basically stormed out, started running before I even knew who it was, realised I didn’t know who I was after, went to her friends Instagram and saw him and Y/N in the back of the picture, figured out who he was, turns out I went to school with the prick, found his Insta and, through that, found he still lived with his parents, knocked on the door, his dad opened the door, I politely asked for his son-” He took a deep breath before continuing, “He called him down, I grabbed his collar and dragged him outside and ruffled him up a bit, a lot actually, but then his dad came out with a whole ass bat and I grabbed the banana in my pocket I was saving for movie snacks and smacked him in the head with it before he could get me with the bat then he fell down and I ran away, oh my god have I killed an innocent old man?”

“Uhhhhhh,” Yoongi is unsure of what to say as Jungkook was now pacing around his living room, “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Jungkook gave him a death stare.

“Whew, if looks could kill. Listen Kook, you did the right thing, it was a BANANA, as strong as you think you are Mr Gym Lad, you’re not strong enough to kill a man with just a banana. What about Y/N though? You didn’t even say anything before you left?”

Jungkook had calmed down a tad now and was perched back on the sofa. He shook his head to the question, suddenly feeling bad that you were probably at home worrying when, most likely, you had just wanted comfort from him about the situation.

“Call her Kookie. Lets get in my car, you call her, and I’ll drive to her place.”

Jungkook agreed instantly, Yoongi was always good at grounding him. 

They did as they said and Jungkook held his phone to his ear as it rang, after some further persuasion from Yoongi, as the car rolled through the harsh lights of the street lamps, roads completely bare of any sign of life. Contrasting the call to his boyfriend, the phone hadn’t even rang once before your voice was on the other end.

“KOOK WHAT THE FU-”

“Hey...” He says quietly, a bit embarrassed of the drama he had caused.

“What did you do?” You said, relieved that you could hear his voice.

“Me and Yoongi are on our way over, I’m like 5 minutes away, we’ll talk about it then.”

You sigh, “Ok Kookie, you want hot chocolate?” 

He smiles slightly for the first time since stepping foot in your apartment earlier that night. “Do you even have to ask?”

“I’m making one for Yoongi too, does he want cream and marshmallows?”

“You want cream and marshmallows on your hot chocolate babe?” Jungkook holds the phone away from him as he directs the question to Yoongi, putting you on loud speaker.

“Obviously.”

“Ok, see you soon.” You respond before hanging up.

They buzz your apartment and you let them in instantly. The minute the door opens, you run to Jungkook, hooking your legs around him as you hug him closely. You had been worried all night he might have done something stupid on your behalf and gotten himself hurt or, more drastically, imprisoned.

He chuckles lowly as he sets you down. You walk to the kitchen and like little ducklings, they follow.

You hand out the hot chocolate and sit at the dining table, waiting for Jungkook to explain. Both you and Yoongi look at him expectedly and he finally begins his explanation, fortunately much calmer than the first time he had recited his story to Yoongi.

When he was finished, you go to wrap your arms around his neck, “Thank you,” you murmur into his hair as he keens to your hug, “But next time you wanna start chaos, take me with you.” You unwrap your arms to give him a hard flick on the back of the head, causing Yoongi to snigger and Jungkook to sheepishly rub the back of his head.

“Now, I know its late, but can we watch The Cat in the Hat?”

The boys share a look before agreeing and curling up with you on the sofa.

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AN- Ok! This is my first work of this year! I want to do one every day this year, it won’t always be possible but I will try my best! Yoongi could be seen as a bit insensitive in this one but I wanted to portray the dynamic his and Jungkook’s relationship has. If you enjoyed please leave me some feedback to help me improve and motivate me, like and reblog! 

#bts #bts fic #bts angst #jungkook #yoongi #suga #bts fluff

[antihero-writings]

His Butler, and the Problem with Magic (Ch2)

Fandom: Black Butler | Kuroshitsuji x Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Crossover

Fic Synopsis: Life at Hogwarts isn’t all bad…usually. But when Valentine’s Day rolls around, and Lockhart throws an extravagant ball, the number of couples at school the next day skyrockets, and Sebastian finds himself a new object of devotion…Can Ciel save his butler from the spell on his own?

Character Focus:  Ciel (Edward Midford, Grell, Lizzie, Snape)

Notes: I bet you all thought I forgot about this fic didnt you? SIKE! I forget nothing.

(By the way, I'll definitely repost chapter 1 of this as well, in case you guys forgot about it XD)

I was informed that Valentines day with this coming Sunday and I couldn't believe it. I had been wanting to work on multiple valentines fics and I thought I had weeks left to write them XD So in light of that, I knew I had been slowly chipping away at a chapter 2 of this over time, so I decided to check it out and see how much work I had to do to make it postable in time for valentines day. To my surprise, the chapter was pretty much ready to go! So at long last, here it is!!

I really hope you enjoy it!! If you do, I implore you to consider commenting and/or reblogging!! I assure you its much much more likely this fic will get a chapter 3 if I know that people are interested in reading more <3

@elegantkittycat Tagging you in case you’re still interested in reading more!!

Chapter 2:

Ciel jerked his hand away as the cauldron sizzled, muttering curses under his breath—(the normal kind, not the magic kind). Usually Sebastian managed their clandestine dealings and he didn’t have to worry about burning his fingers off.

His conversation with Tom Riddle had left him with a list of ingredients, and a method of combining them into a potion that would allegedly cure Sebastian and others of this ailment.

He was fully aware trusting strange voices in diaries wasn’t the best decision he could make on the career path of life, but considering he had found no other options, and a whole lot of annoyance, he didn’t have much to lose. Besides, Sebastian was a demon, so even if it was supposed to make your eyes pop out or something, he’d probably be okay.

Ciel looked down the instructions and grimaced, reaching over for the next ingredient, trying not to look directly at it.

Despite the potions classroom being the main place to get potions, and potion making materials, he was not in the potions classroom. This late in the evening, Snape probably would have killed him. He was in a room on the seventh floor which Sebastian had found last May. It seemed to hold within it whatever the person walking by it required.

He dropped the last ingredient in, raised his wand, muttered a very complicated spell and sighed.

The only thing left to do was wait. It had to brew for twenty-four hours, which meant it wouldn’t be ready until six o’clock the next evening. Twenty-four hours was too much time with a love infested school to deal with.

Ciel packed up his stuff and headed out into the hall—making sure to check for Filch first. He was almost back to his common room when—

“CIEL PHANTOMHIVE!”

He nearly tripped and toppled to the ground taking all his supplies and homework with him.

As he righted himself, he jerked his head up to observe the source of the disturbance: a tall, blonde boy, a few years older than Ciel, sporting his Gryffindor robes as if he was the reincarnation of Godric goddamn Gryffindor himself.

Ciel had the displeasure of knowing this boy.

“Edward?!” he growled, recovering his dignity and dusting himself off. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“That depends,” he said in a low murmur that seemed to hide waves of anger.

He marched up to his future-brother-in-law, stopped far too close, and stared into Ciel’s eyes like he could bore into his brain with his gaze.

“What. Did you do. To my sister?”

“What did I— ?” Ciel blinked, rivalling anger disappearing in the face of concern. “What?”

Edward was the son of the proud, and not to mention handy-with-swords Marquess Midford, and all this noble, virtue-loving, God-fearing, paladin energy was often channeled into being protective of his younger sister Lizzie…who also happened to be Ciel’s fiancé.

“Lizzie. What did you do to her?!”

“Yes, I’m familiar with to whom you’re referring!” He pushed him back, “What’s wrong with her?!”

It was Edward’s turn to blink. “You don’t know?”

“You may or may not have noticed I am otherwise occupied! I’ve been running around trying to save my butler from this hell, thank you very much!”

“Oh,” his eyes flickered.

Ciel looked up at him, then blinked. “You think I caused this?!”

“Well you don’t exactly foster an atmosphere of peace and calm, now do you?”

“I’d thank you to have more confidence in me in the future! For your information, Undertaker caused this!”

“Undertaker?! Oh that slimy bloke hasn’t seen the last of me!” He turned, putting his fist into his palm, beginning to march out of the room.

Ciel lazily grabbed the sleeve of his robe, pulling him back. “Hunting him down isn’t going to get you any answers—and will likely make you more frustrated. Believe me, I’ve already tried. Now, if you’d be so kind, I’d like to know what’s wrong with my fiancé.”

Edward rubbed the back of his head. “Well…”

“Tell me, Edward.” It was Ciel’s turn to stare him down. Apparently it was effective, because Edward couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I went to go say hi, and I found her sitting in the common room, staring out the window. She barely took any notice of me. And when she did she started spitting prattling nonsense about this man she met,” he said the last words like men were the most revolting things in the planet. “Naturally I assumed this was a newfound appreciation for you, or she simply was admiring Lockhart like she usually does.”—Ciel made a face at this—“But apparently…not.”

Ciel blanched. He was about to speak, but Edward continued:

“When I learned it wasn’t you, I told her to have some decency, but it was as if she couldn’t even hear me!” His air of forced calm broke. “Apparently she’s madly in love with some—some—some idiot!”

“She’s… what?” The words were soft.

“I said—”

“I heard what you said!” He grabbed his robes.

Some third years walked by at that exact moment and stared at them. Ciel released him, and he and Edward paused and waved awkwardly. After they passed, Ciel continued in a shout-whisper.

“How the hell did this happen?! I specifically made sure she stayed away from the punch at that party!”

“The punch? What punch?”

“The punch Undertaker spiked!”

“Undertaker spiked—?! Oh…Maybe she drank some when you weren’t looking? You can’t have been keeping her under constant surveillance, can you?”

“I was watching her very closely, she couldn’t have!” He said, realizing his usually-more-than-adept butler was quite possibly compromised at the time. “When did these symptoms start? The morning after Valentines Day?”

“Um,” Edward put a hand to his chin, thinking, “I…I’m not sure.”

“Oh you’re just useless aren’t you?”

“More useful than you! If you knew it was spiked at the party, why didn’t you tell everyone?! Or try to stop him?!”

“It seemed like a harmless prank!”

“What are we up to?” Snape’s greasy form appeared, cutting the scene.

“Nothing, Professor Snape,” Edward said quickly. “We were just—”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He folded his arms and stared down his hooked nose at Ciel. “Your detention is to take place tomorrow evening at six o’clock. Meet me in my office. Try not to earn yourself another one before then.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ciel said softly.

Snape’s black robes swished passed them.

“So Lizzie—? Wait, did he just say six o’clock?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Damn it!” Ciel groaned, leaning against the bannister.

“What’s wrong?”

He waved him off. “It’s none of your concern.”

Edward folded his arms and glared at him.

“I’m working on a potion to try to neutralize this whole…love mess.”

“I’d say that’s very much of my concern! You have the antidote?!”

“I said I’m working on it. It’ll be ready at six o’clock tomorrow evening—six o’clockexactly.”

“I guess you’ll have to get it after you get back.” Edward shrugged.

“It’s a very delicate potion I have to—Ugh Nevermind.”

After a pause Edward asked, “…And you’re sure this antidote will work?”

“I’m not sure of much of anything. The only thing I am sure about is if the potion doesn’t kill me, if I’m late to his detention, Snape just might.”

*****

As Ciel sat down to breakfast he made the silent resolve to quickly finish the potion at six o’clock, then speed to the dungeon as fast as possible, taking the bottle with him to his detention, and hurry to Sebastian right afterwards. Snape wouldn’t be happy, but, despite what he said to Edward earlier, the worst he’d do was give him another detention, or take a large sum of house points. And he wasn’t so strict he’d make students empty their pockets, so he shouldn’t notice while he sat sitting for a few hours cleaning viper guts off potion bottles. There was no telling what this potion would do if he left it for however long detention was, so it took priority. And even if his detention went into the night, that would be the perfect time to test it—the demon wouldn’t be asleep anyways.

Ciel was currently trying to make his seat in the great hall a little corner of peace and calm, and block out the chaos in the rest of the hall, setting down his knife properly, trying to ignore the food flying across the hall, when—

“Oh, Brat~!”

Ciel sighed resignedly as his least favorite redhead came swinging into his vision.

“What are you doing back here so soon?” Ciel grumbled, holding his scowling face in one hand, sticking his fork aimlessly into his eggs with the other.

“And when I came all this way to see you, too?!” He turned up his nose in disgust. “I couldn’t possibly get my beauty sleep after I saw my Sebas-chan in such dire straits.” He pulled a scroll out of his jacket pocket, “So I was up all night thinking of ways to get him back to his sexy self!” He unrolled its impressive length, the end landing in Ciel’s eggs.

Ciel couldn’t help but skim through some his ideas, if nothing else for a good laugh.

They ranged from the more simple and reasonable Find the spell, and make a counter curse, and Bash his head in, to the not-so-reasonable Maybe true loves kiss will work~?

“What’s this?” Ciel squinted at a particular line. “‘Put that brat he calls “master” in mortal danger’?”

It was starred and underlined several times.

“Oh you noticed that one did you?” He said in fake innocence. “That’s one of my personal favorites!”

Ciel’s eyes lidded.

“And how exactly would putting me in mortal danger solve the problem of my butler being in love with you?”

“For some reason—can’t see why—Sebas-chan is very attached to you—”

“Sure, it has nothing to do with the contract we made.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved him off. “Well he’s very against you being in any sort of danger. See the idea,”—He put a nail on the table— “is that if we put you in mortal danger his primal demonic—”—he said the word in a way Ciel was not fond of—“inclinations will override the spell and snap him out of it.”

Ciel blinked, staring down at the line of text.

The worst thing was…that actually made some smidgen of sense. You know, in a sadistic kind of way.

“And how would you propose we do that? You know, without actually killing me?”

“Oh all part of the fun. I have a number of ideas as to how we could push you riiight up to the edge! It’ll be delightfully diabolical. Of course, if it doeskill you, well…” he turned away and muttered, “All’s well that ends well, as they say.”

“Not that that doesn’t sound fun…” Ciel stood, pushing the list away. “I’ve found my own way of breaking the spell thank you very much.”

“Oh?” Grell blinked, intrigued. “Have you now?”

“Not that its any of your business, yes.” He brushed himself off, gathering his stuff, “If you’ll excuse me, I have my own business to attend to.”

“Well when that fails don’t hesitate to come crawling back to your favorite reaper Grellypoo ~!” He rolled up the scroll.

“You’re not even my fifth favorite reaper!” He threw over his shoulder.

“But at least I’m on the list!”

*****

Due to the fact that little real learning was happening on either side—unless you count learning too much about various students and teacher’s romantic habits—they had decided to cancel classes for the time being. This gave the teachers more time to devote to finding the cure as well.

Ciel decided to take this time to ascertain the validity of Edward’s statement the night previous and visit Lizzie.

She was a Gryffindor like her brother. Visiting the Gryffindor common room wouldn’t be first, or even last, in a list of things he wanted to do…but he’d half to bear it.

As he walked up the stairs he bumped into someone. At first they apologized and continued walking but soon the other person called back:

“Hey, I ran into yesterday didn’t I?”

Ciel turned to see none other than Harry Potter.

“Yes?”

“Did you happen to see a diary? Like when you were helping me pick up my stuff?”

“The great Harry Potter keeps a diary?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s not my diary. Just a diary.”

“A diary that just so happened to find its way into your bag?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Sorry to say, I haven’t seen it.”

“Hmm…Alright. Thanks anyways.” He waved as he continued down the stairs.

As another Gryffindor left, he slipped into the common room.

Lizzie was sitting in a chair against the window, just like Edward said she would be. She rested her hand on her chin, her elbow on the table, and watched the rain fall.

“Lizzie!” he ran up to her.

“Oh…Ciel…it’s you,” she said in a dreamy, nonplussed tone.

“Yes it’s me. What happened? Have you completely lost your senses?!”

“No I’d say my senses are in tact thank you. And I’d thank you not to ask a lady such an impolite question.”

“Sorry but…what happened? Why are you—?”

“I don’t know. I just, of a sudden, found him to very attractive one morning, and I’m having trouble thinking of much else.”

“Who?” He sat in the chair across from her.

“That’s not really of your concern, is it?”

“It is when I’m your fiancé!” He said a little too loudly, making Gryffindors turn towards him.

“Mm…” She muttered like it wasn’t an issue.

“Lizzie, I tried to make sure you didn’t drink that punch at the party! How did this happen?!”

“Party?” She paused, and for a moment he wasn’t sure she was even going to continue the conversation. “…Oh I don’t know. I seem to faintly recall the most beautiful man I’d ever met saying I simply must try it.”

His eyes widened. “Someone gave it to you directly?! Who?! Why?!”

“I’ve already tried that, I don’t think you’ll get much luck. She won’t tell me either.” Edward arrived at his side, then leaned over and whispered, “I think she knows we’ll come after him.”

“I was going to opt for slow psychological torture,” he muttered back, “but I’d like to hear more about your method.”

Edward tried to suppress a smile.

“And you really love this man?” Ciel asked Lizzie.

“Oh, with all my heart!” She seemed to gain a rush of energy.

He sighed, realizing more questions would be futile, and getting up.

“Alright well…” He ran his hand gently over Lizzie’s fingers. “I-I’ll see you soon.”

“You’ll give me the potion as soon as you can, right?” Edward demanded.

“I’m going to use Sebastian as a test subject, but, if it works, then this will be my next stop.”

“The password is ‘chocolate frog.’ Feel free to wake me up. I can’t stand another minute knowing Lizzie is in love with some-some lunatic!”

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

*****

Ciel carefully held the porcupine quills, and gingko leaves over the cauldron, dripping them in one at a time, stirring counterclockwise with his other hand, glancing continually back to the instructions.

Finishing off the potion was proving no easier than making the rest of it, but at last, it gave a final sigh, and turned a foggy white.

Ciel gave his own sigh of relief, before using tongs to dip and fill the bottle beside him, making sure to clean off the sides of it—(it was a good thing he used a towel to do so, because the stray drops burned through the fabric).

He held up the bottle, staring at the potion. At long last. Finally, after three days of slow torture, he’d finally be rid of this curse, and the world could return to its normal state—demon butlers included.

He slipped one into his robe pocket and the moment he stepped out of the room, he sped off towards Snape’s dungeon for his detention without a moment to clean up the rest.

He hadn’t intended to burst through the door, but he found himself doing that a lot over these past few days.

Snape’s black eyes narrowed upon his panting form as if he were a worm to bottle. Then they flicked to the clock.

“You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, Professor, I—”

Snape held up a hand to stop him. “The last three days have been longer than the past few months, and am not interested in feeble excuses, Mr. Phantomhive.” He glided around his desk, but instead of setting him up at a desk, he marched past him, swung open, and exited the classroom.

Ciel paused a moment, leaning over to the side, watching him exit, a quizzical look on his face, before deciding he wanted him to follow him.

“Where are we going, Professor?” He asked as he caught up—(not altogether happy that he’d have to do more walking after the run he just made).

“Your detention is to take place in the Forbidden Forest tonight.”

Ciel’s eyes widened.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Is our dear Mister Phantomhive afraid of the dark?”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m just a little surprised, that’s all…due to it being forbidden and all.”

Snape smirked. “Most of the time, yes. But on some extra special detentions we may take students inside.”

He was right: The Forbidden Forest wasn’t exactly a common detention spot, though it wasn’t unheard of either. What was more surprising was that Snape taking him there. Usually Snape’s detentions consisted of pickling rat brains, or cleaning octopi suckers off desks. Not that he’d been to very many of his detentions—he’d always been pretty good at potions. It was this godforsaken spell that had reduced him to a less-than-model student.

“Professor, may I ask what exactly will we be doing?” He asked as they traversed the grounds, the trees growing ever closer.

“You will be coming with me to gather a rare flower that lives in these woods.”

Ciel gave a curt nod. It was a moment or two before he asked, “May I ask what it’s for?”

“I am a potions master, Mister Phantomhive. I encourage you to use your brain.”

“I understand that. But what potion is it for, Sir?”

“I am attempting to remedy the spell that has plagued the school.”

Ciel fell silent at that, resisting the urge to tell him he already had the solution in his pocket.

They arrived at the edge of the forest, the trees reaching towards them with gnarled claws, the darkness like curtains for a stage set.

“Lumos.” Snape spoke, and Ciel drew his wand and did the same as they ventured into the shadows.

The trees seemed to taunt them, to whisper about them, to dare them to come any closer, any phantom sound at home here.

After more than a few minutes walk in silence—quite possibly half an hour—Snape stopped and spoke: “They should be around here, nor should they be difficult to spot. Look for a glowing blue flower.”

Ciel made a move to venture off in search of them, but Snape grabbed his arm, warning:

“Don’t wander off where you can’t see me.”

Ciel nodded before venturing into the trees, scanning the ground for anything glowing, or blue, continually glancing back to make sure he could still make out the figure of his teacher.

It wasn’t long before he saw something glowing, and ran up to it. …It turned out just to be a mushroom.

As he sighed disappointedly, and stood back up, he saw two beady eyes staring at him from the darkness.

His heart began to pound as he stared, unsure if he should back up, stand his ground, play dead, or attack, the ghost of a certain name forming on his tongue.

He never had to fear beady eyes, bandits, or bullets with Sebastian around. This was the first time he felt real fear in a long while.

A black spectral horse reared out of the bushes, its eyes aglow with more than just a reflection of the dark.

It stepped towards him in slow, calculated hoofbeats, flaring its nostrils a little too frequently for his liking.

He’d read about these before.

He continued backing up, as the thestral didn’t seem like it planned on stopping its pursuit anytime soon.

“Mister Phantomhive,”—Snape’s voice was low, warning—“I am aware you likely don’t see anything but—”

“I can see it.” He continued his reverse walk.

Snape gave him a short glance like he had a newfound respect for him.

These creatures only appeared to people who had seen death, and he was sure the look in his parents’ eyes that night sufficed. But they didn’t commonly act like this.

Snape lifted his wand, casting a nonverbal spell, and the thestral fell to the ground with a bloodcurdling whinny too much like a scream, ropes binding its legs.

Ciel let out a relieved exhale as Snape joined him.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…Thestrals…they aren’t commonly…aggressive, are they?”

“No.” Snape muttered softly, gazing for a moment at the now-helpless creature, then turned sharply to Ciel, pointing his wand at him. “Empty your pockets.”

Ciel jerked his head to the professor, saying a little too loudly, “What?!”

The thestral fought against the binds, and Ciel took a step back.

“I said, ‘empty your pockets.’”

“Why?!”

Snape flicked his wand, and his pockets’ contents excavated themselves of their own volition.

Snape grabbed the potion from the air, and let the rest of spare quills and things fall helplessly to the forest floor. He held it up and stared at it, observing the contents, his emotion as imperceptible as always. Then he lifted the cork, sniffing it. His eyes widened and he jerked to look at Ciel, his eyes almost more terrifying than those of the thestral, and definitely not holding a look his eyes had ever contained for him before.

“Where did you get this?” He whispered.

“Excuse me?”

He lifted the potion up, and violently smashed it on the ground, the contents breaking out with a puff of smoke, spilling helplessly onto the forest floor.

“NO!”

Snape grabbed his arm as Ciel made to reach for it, as if to save the unsalvageable.

“I said—” he grabbed both his arms, forcing him to look at him. “Where. Did you get that?”

“Sir…. I don’t understand…”

Snape’s face was far too close to him for comfort.

“Listen to me and listen to me very carefully. That potion is more than dangerous—it’s banned in every major country. It’s not something I could easily mistake. If you were to use it, you wouldn’t just die an excruciating death, it would rot you from the inside, and leave you open to the possession of any vile spirit in the vicinity. A fourteen-year-old boy such as yourself shouldn’t be carrying it around in his pocket,” he spat. “And I’d like to think that you didn’t know what it was when you gained possession of it. Now.” His grip tightened on one of his arms, his nails digging in, as he put his wand to his throat with the other enunciating each word, “WHERE. DID. YOU. GET. IT?!”

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[oliviastan17]

Stuck (3/?) Vegas Part 1

Length: 2.5k 

Warnings: Language, drinking, gambling, fluff, smut

A/n: Seb in this shirt inspired this smut. GIF not mine. DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE. Reblog please! There will be a Vegas Part 2!

Liv was exhausted but her mind was keeping her from falling asleep. She just worked 4 12’s in a row and she should have been able to fall asleep quickly. She had been tossing and turning in bed for about an hour when she heard Sebastian unlocking her front door.

With her apartment dark he quietly walked in, put his bag down, and shoes off.

“I’m awake,” she said quietly.

“Sorry. Dinner ran late,” he said taking his clothes until he was only in his underwear. He lifted the blankets up and lay down on his side of the bed. They had been together for 3 months and hadn’t spent a night apart so sides of the bed had been determined a long time ago.

“Sorry I didn’t want to go,” she said scooting over to be closer to him.

“You’re tired, I get it,” he said lifting his arm up so she could snuggle up in the nook of his neck where she fit perfectly. He brought his hand up to cup her face and leaned his head down to kiss her.

“I can’t fall asleep. My mind is racing,” she said after taking a deep breath.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Do you have any regrets?”

“Where did that come from?”

“I’ve had this patient for 2 weeks and his response every time I ask him how he is doing is ‘I’ve got no regrets so I can’t complain.’ I’ve been thinking about regrets a lot today.”

“Do you have any?”

“Yeah, I think if I could go back and change anything I would have handled things with my dad better.” 

Liv had a complicated relationship with her dad. He wasn’t the kind of dad to say “I love you” or even hug or kiss his kids and she had always held that against him. A few years ago they had gotten into a fight where Liv let out a lifetime of frustration on him and said some things she knew really hurt him.

“But you and your dad are okay now.”

“I guess. I mean we aren’t close and probably never will be but I still regret what I said to him. What about you?”

“I don’t think I have any regrets. Everything I have done has led me to be right here so it’s hard to regret any of it, you know. I worry about regretting things in the future though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I worry about missing out on something because I made a wrong decision or not getting to do everything I want to do cause I ran out of time. Shit like that.”

“My patient is just always so happy. He’s really sick but always smiling. Maybe it’s the no regrets lifestyle and I should try it out.”

“Maybe we should.”

“Love you,” she said as she settled in his arms.

“Love you,” he said as he kissed her forehead.

Liv was finally able to drift off soon after. Maybe it was due to talking about what was bothering her or Sebastian’s calming presence. Whatever it was, she was thankful. Her question got Sebastian thinking about regrets and him not wanting to have them as he tried to fall asleep.  He came up with a plan he would share with Liv in the morning.

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Sebastian wasn’t in her apartment when Liv woke up and she figured he had probably gone to the gym or something. She was a little confused 30 minutes later when he burst through her front door with his suitcase rolling in behind him.

 “I need you to pack a bag,” he said walking towards her and smiling big with excitement.

“Pack for what?”

“I’m calling it The No Regrets Tour and our flight leaves in 3 hours,” he said after checking his watch.

“No Regrets Tour? Where are we going?”

“You know last night I was thinking about regretting things because I didn’t have time to do it or go to that place and my first thought was we should go to Australia but since we only have a few days I went with our second travel destination.”

“You want to go to Vegas? Today?”

“You up for it? You think you can handle all this sexiness in Vegas?” he asked jokingly gesturing to his glorious body.

“Honey, I think you need to worry about handling all of me when I am in Vegas,” she told him with a wink. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head while he smiled big as he thought about her response.

“This is quickly turning into my best idea ever!” he said kissing her.

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“Traveling with you has its perks Seb,” Liv said as she looked around the suite he had booked and thinking about the first class tickets, the town car that was waiting for them at the airport, entering the hotel through the back entrance, and then the quick check in.

“You like it?”

“You did good,” she said and then wrapped her arms around him as they looked out the window at the Las Vegas strip.

“Oh, look. Thunder from Down Under,” he said pointing at the large billboard advertising the show. “That could count as a little bit of Australia.”

Liv laughed.

“I came here for my 21st birthday with my mom and we stayed here one night and then she transferred us to the Wynn because people shutting doors were waking her up. Well, that’s what she says anyway. I think she just really wanted to stay at the Wynn. Such a diva,” she said obviously joking.

Sebastian laughed while he snaked his hands around her waist to pull her closer and she brought her arms up to circle his shoulders as she kissed him.

Liv’s phone rang at the same exact time as there was a knock at the door.

“That’s our bags,” he grunted out as he unwrapped his arms from around her and then went to answer the door.

“Speak of the diva,” she said as she answered the FaceTime on her phone. “Hey Mom.”

“Hey, how's my favorite daughter?

"You say that to your other daughter, too. Don't act like we don't know."

"I just saw your Instagram. You didn’t tell me you were going out of town.”

“It was very last minute. When did you get Instagram?”

“Your Aunt Kathy let’s me use hers. So where’d you go?”

“Just took a quick trip,” Liv said flipping the camera to show the Las Vegas strip view.

“Oh now I’m jealous! Where are you staying?”

“At my favorite. The Bellagio,” Liv replied flipping the camera back around.

“Did you warn Sebastian how loud it is? Oh there he is!" she said seeing him walk in the background. "Sebastian, did she tell you how loud it is there?”

“Yes, she did,” he said stepping into full view of the camera. “I was actually thinking about switching to the Wynn,” he said and then took a playful elbow to his stomach from Liv.

“See Liv? I told you I thought he looked smart didn’t I?”

“That’s not the word you used Mom.”

“Well, anyways have a good time! You’re coming for dinner next weekend right? You too Sebastian?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he assured her.

“Bye Mom,” Liv said and then hung up. “What?” was her follow up question when she saw the smile on his face.

“Your mom loves me.”

“You're the only boyfriend who would talk to her on the phone before actually meeting her.”

“Yeah, I don’t just look smart for nothing.”

“You don't want to know what she actually said. It was wildly inappropriate,” Liv laughed.

 “So what do you want to do first? Drink, shop, eat, gamble?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

“You can do all of them all at the same time here. Let me show you how to properly sin.”

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Eight hours and copious amounts of alcohol later they were sitting at a blackjack table. Liv had busted already while Sebastian had the choice of staying at 20 or splitting the 2 10’s. Unsure of how to bet he shot a glance at Liv.

"No regrets tour," she answered shrugging her shoulders. He puckered his lips and nodded his head then added another $100 bet to split the cards. He hit blackjack on both hands with an ace dealt for each.

“No fucking way!” Liv laughed in disbelief.

“You ready to go?” he asked stacking up his chips.

“Yeah.”

He generously tipped the dealer $100 while Liv threw her chips in her bag and then he tossed his chips in with hers.

“How much are you up?” she asked while handing him her phone to hold because she couldn’t zip up her clutch as they walked away.

“Two grand maybe? Who is Poodle?” he asked looking at her ringing phone.

“Alex,” and she followed by answering her phone with, “Anastasia Beaverhausen.” The latter caused Sebastian to do a spit take.

“Hold on, I think I killed Seb,” she laughed.

You need help burying the body?

“Nah, false alarm. You and I can’t sneak away and get married now.”

Is that what you are doing in Vegas?

“What?”

I said what are you doing in Vegas?

“Pursuing my lifelong dream of being in a celebrity sex tape.”

I better get a copy because you sure as shit won’t describe his dick to me.

“We’re going up to the room. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Okay, fuck that Winter Soldier real good!

“Copy that,” she said rolling her eyes and hanging up.

“I’m really glad you brought up a sex tape cause I brought my camera and uh...” he teased raising his eyebrows as they waited for the elevator.

Liv playfully pushed him away.

As soon as the doors to the elevator closed Sebastian had her pinned against the wall, kissing her with his hands roaming all over her body. She thought about stopping him but then she decided “fuck it.” This is Las Vegas and they would not be the first couple to get a little handsy in the elevator. Neither one of them noticed the doors had opened on their floor until the people waiting for the elevator cleared their throats.

“Sorry, she just won’t stop attacking me in elevators,” he said grabbing Liv’s hand and leading the way out of the elevator.

“Oh my god. Lies!” Liv responded.

“Hey man, aren’t you Bucky?” the man asked as they passed him.

Sebastian stopped walking, turned around and said, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

“No way!” the man said with excitement. “Can I get a picture?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sebastian took a picture with the man and his girlfriend who clearly had no idea who he was.

“Awesome! Thank you so much!”

“Yeah, no worries!  Have a good night!” he said as he put his arm around Liv and began walking down the hall to their suite.

“Who is Bucky?” Liv had to ask.

“That’s who I play in the Cap movies,” he said stopping at the door and putting the key card in.

“I thought you were the Winter Soldier?”

“I’m both. It’s the same person.”

“You have multiple personalities?”

“What? No! Why isn’t this working?” he said putting the key in for the 4th time and seeing the same red light appear.

Liv turned to look at the door and then saw the room number. “Shit! This is not our room number, “she laughed.

The door suddenly opened and the obviously annoyed occupant asked, “Can I help you?”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! Wrong room.”

The only response they got was the door being shut.

Liv was in a ball of drunken laughter on the floor as she pointed to the room across the hall. He was laughing almost as hard as she was as he tried the key in that one and it worked on the first try.

“Come on,” he said holding his hand out to help Liv up and then pulled her inside. “God damn hotel. Why would they switch the rooms like that?” 

Something in Liv switched when she walked into the suite. She heard him say something as he shut the door but honestly could not have cared less what it was. She noted it was something that he must have amused himself with because he was smiling his goofy smile when she turned around.

She dropped her purse on the ground while kicking off her shoes, grabbed Sebastian by the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips down to hers with her hand on the back of his neck. His smile got wider against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her. She started gently pushing him in the opposite direction of the bedroom so he pulled away.

“Other wa-“ he said but was cut off by her shoving him up against the door. Oh! It’s going to be one of those nights. He smiled knowingly and excitedly.

She brought her lips back up to his hurriedly and he responded passionately while unzipping her dress and pushing the straps down so it fell to the floor. She slipped her hands up his burgundy shirt and he quickly removed it. Her hands briefly grazed the nape of his neck while she slipped her tongue past his lips. She let her hands feel all the way down his chest, to his abs and down to undo his pants. He moaned as she slid her hand into his boxer briefs and stroked his rapidly enlarging cock.

She broke the kiss to kiss down his body until she was down of her knees pulling his pants down and wasted no time before gently sucking the precum off his tip.

He sighed “Fuck” as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft stopping to swirl her tongue around the tip before resuming the motion. Alternating between fast and slow head bobbing following her mouth with her hand had him rapidly approaching his release.

He bent down placing his hands on her arms bringing her back up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She brought one leg up knowing his next action and he held onto it so she could bring the other leg up to wrap around his waist.

With his pants still around his ankles and his lips finding hers again, he shuffled into the other room and collapsed on top of her on the bed. He stood back up to step out of his pants while taking her underwear off, then climbed back on top and positioned himself to thrust into her but was stopped when she flipped him over to be on top and guided him into her core. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she moved up and down until she grabbed his wrists and moved his arms up above his head, entwining her fingers with his and kissing him deeply. It was all tongue and nibbles on his lips until she was clenching around him and moaning his name.

He quickly grabbed her hips again and rolled her over, then wasted no time before pounding into her fast and deep until he felt her back arch and clench around him again. A few thrusts later he came.

He hovered above her and murmured, "God, I love you,” before bringing his lips back onto hers.

When he finally broke the kiss she replied, "Love you too.”

Vegas Part 2

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[hollandsmushroom]

What Changed?

Calum Hood x Plus!Size Reader

Summary: Ever since Cal got back from tour you have felt him being distant, less affectionate and all around disinterested in you, so you confront him

Word Count: 5,165 long detailed and specifically picked words

This is something I am really really proud of, it is the longest thing I have ever written and I worked my ASS off on it!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Reblog Goal: 30 

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, self image issues, self hate, body dysmorphia???

Calum had been away on tour for around 3 months now and you were in desperate need of him, and not necessarily in a sexual way, you just needed him with you, to hold you and love you and to remind you to not let the hate get to you, because whenever Cal was away the hate would always get much worse or was it just that fact that he wasn’t there to tell you to ignore it, either way it was always targeting your weight. Today was the day, Cal was coming home from tour today and you would finally be able to see him again, to kiss his plump lips and to hold him. His flight was getting in around mid day and you were going to pick him up, you had hardly slept the night before due to how excited you were to see the love of your life again. In preparation for Cal getting home you had gone out and bought a new set of lingerie that looked great on your curves. You had recently been working on loving your body and seeing it as a gift rather than something to hate for existing with a little extra chub here and there. Cal had always assured you that you were beautiful but there had always been the hate that you received, and that told you the exact opposite. 

You had put on your new lingerie set and thrown on some casual clothes over it and you jumped in your car and started your way to the airport, your hands shaking with excitement to see the man that you loved after so long. You arrived at the airport and parked your car in the parking lot, walking to arrivals, looking and looking up at the sign that displayed departures and arrivals, seeing Cal’s flight had just landed meaning that you were actually going to see him, not the pixilated, exhausted and half focused him that you would get during your face time sessions, no, the real thing. 

You stood idly at the exit area of the arrivals, your legs shaking with the anticipation of your reunion. You stood on your tiptoes to see over the heads of the mass of people in front of you, your eyes scanning the crowd of people exiting the doorway, looking for the face that you had missed so much, you saw him before he saw you, his short brown hair hidden underneath his favorite grey beanie, he looked soft and cozy, your favorite way for Cal to look, it always made you want to cuddle him and you hadn’t in so many months, the time having been hard on you because you always loved curling up in him and just existing so you simply couldn’t wait to do that after so long. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to notice you, and you couldn’t tell if he had and was ignoring you, or if he had just not seen you yet. 

“Calum,” you hollered, waving your hand above your head to catch his attention, his eyes landed on you and you could have sworn that the chocolate orbs lit up for half a second before going back to an unamused and exhausted expression, you decided to let it go.

“Cal, baby, I have missed you,” you spoke softly as you opened your arms, waiting for him to gather you in his hold and kiss you like he had never done so before, but he didn’t. He stood pretty still as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning in to press your lips to his and pulling back once you realized that he wasn’t reciprocating the affection that you were doling out. You decided to not question it, thinking that maybe he didn’t want to show affection with paps and fans around, so you settled for linking your hand with his limp one and walking towards the baggage carousel, gathering his luggage and walking back to the car, the whole while wondering what was up with your boyfriend, why he was being so silent, what had happened on tour that lead him to act this way upon his arrival. You decided to let is slide, he was probably exhausted and too out of it to really notice what was going on, and though deep inside you knew something else was wrong you decided to let it go, to move on and make it to tomorrow before bombarding him with questions. 

The car ride home was quiet, nothing but the quiet hum of the radio to fill the tense air between you and Cal. Your hand was placed on the center console, something you always did when you drove because Cal loved to hold your hand, but this time it was just left there against the cool metal of the interior of the car. You were trying so desperately not to let any of this get to you, he had only been back for an hour, you couldn’t take it personally, it was just that whenever Calum got back he was always so affectionate and loving, but now he was distant and cold, and you felt this realization pang in your chest as you looked at him in the passenger seat, pulling into your drive way and unloading his luggage, the two of you worked together, yet in silence, to carry his stuff in. Once the car was unloaded Cal began to make his way upstairs, leaving you in the entry way with the bags. He was being cold and you didn’t know why, making the rational and adult decision to go to bed, you followed after him, waiting until he was done with the bathroom to slip in and remove the lace from your body, not wanting him to see how excited you had been for his return home. 

You pulled back the neatly placed covers of your bed and slipped in, the fabric smooth against your skin as you pulled the blankets over top of you, rolling onto your side and scooting back to cuddle into Calum’s chest, like you usually slept when he was with you, his arm slung around your middle, your back to his chest, but not tonight, because when you backed up you hit his back, not his warm welcoming chest, causing him to groan.

“Go to sleep,” he mumbled in annoyance, and it was those words that did it for you, it wasn’t just exhaustion, there was something else going on, but what was it? Your sleep deprived and anxious brain began to race, all the reasons that Cal would be acting so cold to you, running through your mind at the speed of light, but one seemed to stick more than the others, one that hurt the most, he was grossed out by you. Your body had never been the so called ‘ideal’ body, but Cal had always told you that he thought that was utter bullshit and that you were gorgeous, but the thing with having been told that someone would have to work to love you, and could easily fall out of love with you because of how you looked, is that it leaves scars, deep set insecurities that are awoken by the littlest of things. A tear slipped  down your cheek as theses thought ran through your brain. You fell asleep like that, with red tear stained cheeks and a wet spot on your pillow, and still he didn’t notice and that broke your heart a little more.

You slept restlessly that night, your body apparently expecting Cal to hold you on his return and being discontent with him being so close, yet not holding you. Continuing with the trend of the previous night, your morning was just as bare of affection, awaking, still lacking the embrace of your boyfriends. Your eyes were sore from the tears you had shed hours before, they weren’t very bloodshot, but it was noticeable, yet it went uncommented on by Cal. 

The next two days were the same as the first, every interaction between you and Cal lacking affection or any romantic undertone, he hadn’t touched you since he came and it was all piling up on your emotions, had you gained weight and he was no longer attracted to you, did he just stop loving you, had he cheated on you. All these thoughts frothed up in the forefront of your mind on the third day after his return. You had a mug of tea in your hand as you sat at the breakfast bench, watching Cal as he sat spread legged on the couch with his eyes trained on his phone. You slid from the stool, approaching the couch with tea in hand and plopping down on the side opposite from Cal. 

“Cal?” you spoke his name as if it were some kind of question, the letters felt unfamiliar on your tongue after days of not saying it.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in response, not looking up from his phone.

“Can we talk?” you sat up and scooted towards him.

“I guess, what do you want to talk about?” he groaned, seeming entirely unenthused at the idea of conversing with you. 

“What has been up with you lately?” you asked softly as you stared at him intently, your whole body facing his as you sat sideways and cross legged on the couch. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed, still not meeting your gaze. 

“Thats bullshit and you and I both know it,” you exclaimed harshly, setting your tea down on the coffee table and repositioning yourself on your knees, just barely looking down at him, “You have been off ever since you got home, and for fucks sake I had shit planned out, I had bought myself some new lingerie, I had stayed off of social media to avoid hate so I could have the confidence to wear it, which by the way, is a lot of hate because its always worse when you are on tour! I was so excited, but when you arrived you brushed me off, didn’t hug me or kiss me back, didn’t talk to me, Cal it has been this way since you got back, what the fuck is wrong?” he was silent after your rant, the room stagnant leading you to continue talking, “Did I do something wrong? Did something happen while you were away? Are you no longer attracted to me, did I gain or lose some weight, am I not beautiful to you anymore? Did you cheat? Cal these are the things that my brain jumps to when you don’t communicate!” you spoke, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks as you let out everything that you had been holding in over the past few days. 

“None of that is it, babe,�� he turned to face you, his gaze finally pouring into yours, his brown eyes dancing with sadness.

“Then what the fuck is it, Cal, because I am tearing myself down trying to think of it!” you spoke exasperatedly. His eyes dropped from yours to the ground, examining the grain of the hardwood that peeked out from beneath the carpet.

“It’s stupid,” he murmured.

“I bet it’s not if it had you flat out ignoring me for literal days,” 

“It’s the boys,” he stated with no further explanation, making your brows scrunch together in confusion.

“What about the boys, are you guys okay?”

“Yea. the band is fine, its just that they were making fun of me for how excited I was to see you, teasin’ me about how I get so ‘clingy’ when I get back from tour and I guess it got to me, I started thinking about what if I annoyed you when I got back from tour, what if this time it would be to much for me to comeback and you would get fed up and leave,” you felt tears in his eyes as he poured his heart out to you, you wanted nothing more than to hold him, so thats what you did,  scooting closer to him and tucking yourself into his side.

“You could never be to much for me, thats just your anxiety talking, baby,” you hummed, looking at him through your lashes as  you watched a smile break out onto his face at the reassurance and the validation. He looked at you as he slid an arm down your body, grabbing the back of one of your thighs and pulling your onto his lap.

“I hope you know that now that you said that, all I am gonna be doing is lovin’ on ya,” he mumbled, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, but you laid your hands flat on his chest and pushed him back, his eyes shooting open in confusion.

“Good because you have 3 months of being gone and 2 days of ignoring to make up for, so do your worst, baby boy,” his cheeks flushed at the pet name as he returned his lips to their place on yours. His hands running up your thighs, squeezing the dimpled flesh of your ass and pulling you in closer to him.

He pulled away suddenly, his fingers still gripping your arse cheeks through the denim of your jeans, his eyes softening even more so as he looked into yours, hands dragging up your sides, catching on your belt loop before continuing their ascent, the pad of his thumb brushed across your bottom lip as he tilted your head up. 

“Did you really worry about all those things?” his eyes flicked to your lips as you bit down on them softly before back up to your eyes. You nodded your head bashfully in response, embarrassed at your own anxieties. His heart broke at the sight, you having been so worried that he had fallen out of love with you that you had driven yourself up the wall. “How so?” 

“I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror,” you admitted, almost ashamed at that, he knew what that meant but he still had to ask.

“What did you do in front of the mirror?” tucking hair behind your ear as he looked at you lovingly but your head was ducked to avoid his eyes, for fear of seeing the sadness take root when he found out what you did in front of the mirror, though he already knew what that meant.

“Poking and contorting,” you sighed, tears rimming your eyes as you remembered the distaste that you had felt for your own figure when you thought Cal had fallen out of love. Pinching at the extra chub around your tummy, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and hide from it all, from every flaw that you saw, “I thought you didn’t find me attractive anymore, I thought that maybe you realized I really am just fat like everyone of the headlines say,” you spoke softly as tears slipped from your eyes when you attempted to blink them away. Calum’s eyes shot wide at your words, not having taken into consideration all the hate you must have gotten while he was away, how he wasn’t there to hold you when it hit home, how could be have been such a moron, he was too preoccupied with the foolish worry of scaring you away that he didn’t realize you were tearing yourself down in front of him, ever since the day he came home, and it was his fault.

“No,” was all he could manage, inhaling deeply, his hands falling to your hips and pulling your into his chest, “Baby, no, I am sorry I have been such an idiot and didn’t realize what you were going through,” 

“You really were being an idiot, Cal, I love you in every way that there is, I love when you are clingy cause sometimes I need that reminder that I am still wanted,” You spoke as you looked up at him with slightly bleary eyes.

“I could never fall out of love with you, I love every bit of you, especially the ones you are criticized from, your mind drives me crazy and your body has me all kinds of unpure, you are perfect for me, you are it for me, fuck what anyone else says, you are sexy as hell, and one day I am gonna make you see that for yourself,” He spoke every word with such sincerity, leaning in and catching your lips with his when he finished, your lips stayed meshed with his in the simplest of kisses, feeling your way back into one another’s touch. It was simple pecks, one after the other, pulling away for short puffs of breath before delving back into each others lips, his hands remaining on your hips, that was, until the gentle pecks became more heated, his mouth opening as yours did as well, tongues dancing against each others as he slowly pushed you down till your back met the couch. Your tummy pressed against Cal’s as he hovered over top of you, causing you to squirm, reminding you of the distaste you held for that area of your body, Cal’s hands held you still, pulling back from your kiss swollen lips and looking you in the eyes.

“Stop movin’, I can’t love on you when you’re squirmin’,” he spoke, a smile on his face as he did so, a smile that you had missed so much over the months that he was gone. 

“But my stomach, its pressing against yours,” you sighed in what felt like defeat. 

“Yes, and its amazing,” he spoke, finger tips slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing over your skin as his lips pressed back to yours. His hands were making there way up to your breasts, slipping underneath the cup and palming at your boobs, pinching and tugging on your nipples as he bit your lip gently, earning a groan from you. “You like that, huh? Is my love just as touch starved as I am,” you nodded your head eagerly, as you arched your back into his hands. He had worked your shirt up till it was above you breasts, tapping your arm to signal to lift them over your head so he could remove it from your body entirely, as soon as he did, you wrapped you arms around your stomach, trying to hide it from his view, but he sat back on his knees, silently peeling your arms from your body before dipping down and placing kisses from the bottom of your tummy all the way up to your lips, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling away. 

His hand slipped underneath your back, skillfully unclasping your bra and dragging the straps down your shoulders letting your breasts fall free. 

“Oh, how I have missed these,” he groaned, ducking his head down and wrapping his kiss swollen lips around the nub of your nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud as he massaged your other breast, he did this for around a minute before switching, your body jolting as he began to work again on your already sensitive nipples. A slight pant of Fuck exited your swollen lips as he did this.

“We should take this to our room before I get to carried away on the couch,” he whispered as he pulled back from your chest. 

“Cal, you like fucking on the couch,” you mumbled as you watched him sit back and stand up. 

“Y/n, I am not gonna fuck you,” he spoke, his words making you utterly confused, was he gonna leave you like this, high and not really dry, more like dripping wet for him, “I am gonna fucking worship you,” he bent down and pulled you up so that you were standing as well, your breasts hanging low as you stood bare chested in front of him, you crossed your arms over your boobs and the movement caught Cal’s eye.

“I will let it slide for now, but there will be no more of this,” he gestured to your hands covering your breasts, “when we reach the bedroom,” grin on his face that sent your stomach into flurries of butterflies as to what was about to happen. He took your hand and began to walk down the hallway, pushing open the bedroom door before spinning around. Once again capturing your lips in his as his hands ran up and down your sides squishing the rolls on your hips as he held you close to him, walking backwards to the bed, turning you around as he went, the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, causing them to unlock and fall back onto the bed, your breast falling to the side as Calum hovered over you, his chest to your sternum as his lips remained on yours. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned your hands to the bed on either side of your head as his hips slowly ground into yours, you felt his hard on through his pants as he rubbed against your clothed core. Slowly he began to kiss away from your lips, working down your jaw until he met the soft spot where your jaw met your neck, sucking on the flesh lightly before continuing his kisses down your neck. He placed two light pecks on your nipples, but not spending much time on them due to his earlier assault. 

You groaned as he neared the hem of your pants, knowing what was to happen as soon as he slipped your pants off. His slipped his fingers into the front of your pants, tugging them down passed your hips, drawing each leg from its pant leg as he did so. Once each leg was free he traced his fingers up each leg, the chubby flesh giving way beneath the light pressure of his hand. He pushed your thighs apart revealing your pantie clothed core that was usually hidden by your thighs that met in the middle, though it had always been something you were insecure about Calum always assured you that he loved it when your thighs wrapped around his head as his tongue curled deep inside of your core. 

Your eyes were clamped shut as you felt lips on your legs, sucking as he made his way closer and closer to your core, placing a soft kiss to your clothed heat, a gasp escaping your puffy lips but it quickly turned into a sigh as he began to kiss your other thigh. He chuckled to himself as he teased you.

“Cal, please,” you whimpered, unable to keep going, your panties already had a wet spot on them from your arousal soaking through. 

“What do you need, baby?,” he asked though he already knew exactly what you wanted.

“You,” you moaned.

“What. About. Me. Do. You. Want,” Each word was punctuated with a kiss to your core, his nose nudging your clit through your underpants. Your hands shooting down to grip at his hair, the feeling all to much on your over sensitive heat.

“Fuck, Calum, all of you, please, I need you,” you whimpered.

“You got it, my love,” he bit down on the fabric of your panties, pulling back and dragging the fabric down your legs, leaving you bare and dripping in front of him. “Fuck baby, you’re so goddamn pretty,” he groaned, swiping his fingers through your heat, coating them in your arousal and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. “Fuck, I almost forgot how good you taste,” he moaned, “C’mere baby,” he mumbled as he chewed on his bottom lip, admiring the way that you chest rose and fell, how your breasts moved with your panting breath, he had missed this view, and god did he regret ever letting your doubt how fucking much he loved you and your body. He grabbed your calves, pulling you to the edge of the bed, your ass barely on the mattress as he held you up with your legs thrown over his shoulders, your heat at eye level with him, “Fuck, baby, you are so damn beautiful,” he mumbled, not giving you a chance to respond he leaned in, placing gentle kisses on your folds before sliding two fingers through them to part the flesh, spreading them into a v-shape to get better access to your clit. He was tender and loving and it was driving you mad, you wanted him, his tongue, his lips, his teeth, fuck you wanted it all. He stuck out his tongue and licked through your folds, his eyes on your face the whole time, the look of pleasure on your face enough to encourage him to continue, he wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck, his tongue slipping out and tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. 

“Oh fuck, that-that feels good,” you moaned, your hips involuntarily moving against Cal’s face. 

“Mmm, you like that baby?” he asked rhetorically, knowing by the expression on your face kist how much you were enjoying this. His fingers circled around your entrance as he stayed sucking on your clit. He dipped one finger into your heat, feeling your muscles contract around his digit in response to the feeling of part of him inside you, a feeling that had sadly become foreign to you in his absence. Slowly he curled his finger deep inside of you, pulling out and adding another, repeating the same motion he had with the first, thrusting them in and out of you as his lips stayed on your clit. He felt the contractions of your walls around his fingers become more frequent, enjoying the feeling.

“You close, baby?” he asked against your core, the vibrations adding even more stimulation, pulling you to the edge, but not being what pushed you over, what did that was a thrust of his fingers that touched the spot that lived behind your pubic bone, one that was guaranteed to make your legs shake and your head to throw back in ecstacy. 

“Cal, Cal, oh fuck Cal,” you cried as your legs shook, tightening around his head as he continued licking and curling his fingers deep inside of you. He continued these motions till he was sure you had ridden out your high. 

Pushing your thighs apart he pulled back, watching as you peeled your eyes open from their clamped shut position from your orgasm. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you watched him as he stood from his place between your legs, a bulge evident in his pants. Your reached out and grabbed the tent in his pants, outlining his hard cock through the taught fabric.

“What got you this hard?” you smirked up at Calum through your lashes, dragging his sweat pants down his hips and taking his boxers with them, his cock springing free and standing upright against his still clothed torso. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, signaling for him to remove it. Taking your hint he pulled the shirt over his head leaving him stark naked in front of you. Reaching out you wrapped your hand around his cock, thumbing over his tip in a circular motion, spreading pre-cum around his painfully hard cock. 

“Baby, you need to stop,” he groaned, his eyes clamping shut.

“Hmm, why should I?” you didn’t stop your motions. 

“Because,” he said, snapping out of it, grabbing your wrist and pushing you down, “I want the first time I cum to be inside of you, not on your hand,” he chuckled, kissing your lips as he grabbed the base of his cock, running the tips through your sopping folds as he continued to ooze pre-cum, your previous orgasm mixing with his juices. 

“You ready baby?” he asked as he lined himself up at your entrance. Giving a quick nod in response, he slowly pushed into you. Your walls stretching at his size as it had been so long since you had had his cock buried inside of you. He stilled his hips after the initial thrust into you, letting you adjust to him as to not hurt you.

“M’ready baby,” you mumbled once you had gotten used to the stretch, letting him know that it was okay to start moving, which he did, thrusting into you with force, his cock reaching places inside of you that it never had before. 

His head was in the crook of your neck, his thrust powerful and slow as to make sure he felt the drag of your walls around him and that you felt every inch and vein of his throbbing cock. His lips brushed over your skin as he began to mumble everything he loved about you, one sweet nothing per powerful thrust of his cock. Reminders that it was you who he loved and that he loved every bit of you, your laugh, how your boobs jiggled when he pushed into you, how your thighs felt around his head, how he loved tracing your stretch marks because it reminded him of how much you have grown. Each compliment and each thrust pulling you both to the brink of your orgasms as you dragged your nails down his back, your legs wrapping around his torso.

“Come on baby, cum with me,” he groaned into your neck, sliding his hand down your waist and in-between your bodies, slipping his thumb between your folds and rubbing slow circles against your clit, each one in a slight upward motion to expose the nerves of your clit from underneath your hood. 

“Yea, yea, Cal I am cumming, Cal oh fuck,” your back arched into his chest as he pulled his head out of your neck and kissing you on your lips. 

“I am gonna cum,” he mumbled against your lips as he felt you release your juices around his cock, the pulsating rhythm of your muscles around him causing him to release his load deep inside of you. He collapsed against your chest breathless after the both of you came. You stayed this way until he went soft inside of you, that was when he pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed next to you.

“I love you, and I am so sorry I ever made you doubt that,” he hummed, tracing the stretch marks on your skin, “Every inch of you is perfect and I could never fall out of love with you, I just got worried I would be too much for you,” you rolled over in his arms, looking him dead in the eye and cupping his cheek.

“The same goes for you, you are perfect and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and especially don’t hold it in and let me freak out,” you giggled, drifting your eyelids shut as you drew your face closer to his, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

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With A Heavy Heart - Chapter 5 (A Kylo RenxCora fic)

The long awaited sequel to A Call to the Light. Cora and Ben’s relationship is non existent after Ben murdered his father but with Cora being pregnant, Bens trying his hardest to make things work. It’s not as easy as he would have liked.

I’m so sorry this took me forever to write, but with how bad TLJ was it really put me off writing this for a while. Needless to say theres gonna be some big differences in this fic. Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Nightmares, Manipulation, Panic attacks, Anxiety, Flashbacks, Attempted Murder, I love this chapter

Chapter 5

Kylo’s P.O.V

Cora was ranting again, everything was my fault as usual. This was becoming exhausting. I just wish she’d stop, I wished for silence. But she just wanted to keep pushing me and pushing me. My fists and jaw were clenched as she continued. “I never should have come here for you. I should have left you here,” she snapped. “Then why don’t you?” I finally responded. Cora seemed surprised but didn’t back down. This time I wouldn't let her get another word in. “I never wanted you to come here in the first place. I was doing fine without you but you had to come here and ruin everything that I have worked so hard for. You just couldn’t keep your nose out, like my damn mother,” I continued.

I pinned her against the wall, my hand around her throat. She made a small sound and attempted to pry my hands from her. “You only have yourself to blame for all this, all this pain and hurt is because of you not knowing when to stop and leave something be,” I growled. “B-Ben,” she wheezed. I couldn’t stop myself, I just needed her to stop. I hadn’t felt a rage like this since the night I destroyed Skywalkers temple. I felt completely consumed by it, unable to form a coherent thought other than her silence. Her nails scrapped uselessly against the leather of my gloves. Her grip began to weaken as she struggled for air. I pressed harder, forcing what little air she had left from her. She eventually grew limp in my hold, her eyes devoid of any life.

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I awoke with a start, covered in cold sweat. I was breathing heavily and struggling to keep calm. It was going to be yet another sleepless night. It had been a week that I'd slept in a different room, a different bed. A week since I’d started having nightmares about killing Cora. It was never the same way either. I was becoming afraid of myself, afraid of what I was capable of. I wouldn’t think I'd ever even dream about doing something like that too her but here I was, unable to sleep for fear of more nightmares. I was exhausted, unable to sleep and yet training had increased. Perhaps I should speak with Snoke, hopefully he would give me answers. Cora and I hadn’t spoken or seen each other since the argument. I had no idea how her or the baby were doing. I felt a pang of guilt, I should be there for her. This should be the most easiest and calmest time for her. But yet again I'd fucked it up, like I fucked everything up.

As morning came I showered to try and wake myself up before changing into clean clothes. I glanced at myself in the mirror, I looked how I felt. I sighed and rubbed my eyes before heading out. I entered the throne room and kneeled out of respect. Snoke studied me, I could tell he was probably in my mind, reading my thoughts. “Something troubles you,” he announced. There was a small seed of doubt whether or not confiding in Snoke was the right thing to do. I had nobody else to turn too, to get guidance from. He’d been there for me as a child and he always would be. I had to tell him, I had to be honest with him. “Things have been…difficult between Cora and I lately. All we seem to do is argue. Neither of us can be happy it seems,” I explained. Snoke listened intently before responding, “I see. I sensed there was tension between you both.”

“I’ve been having nightmares the past week. I can’t sleep and I’m worried it will affect my training. I don’t want to fail you Supreme Leader.” “You were wise to come to me. As your master I only want to keep you on the right path. To guide you and make you the best Sith you can be.” “Then tell me what I should do.” “Your nightmares, have you considered them to be force visions?” “They’re different every time but it always has the same result. I never thought they were anything more than a manifestation of my guilt.” “But you have nothing to feel guilty for. She knew what she was getting herself into when she first arrived.” “She-" “She’s holding you back from your true potential. Here you are worrying about her when you should be focused on our cause, on your training. I excused her influence for too long, she’s done nothing but try to turn you from me, she’s made you weak. She doesn’t see the potential in you like I do.”

I considered his words. She'd made her intentions very clear when she'd come here. To try and bring me back to the light, to the place I used to call home. She didn’t believe I could be better than the Jedi order. The Jedi order was weak, you can’t suppress emotions. Every act is based off an emotion. That’s what made the Sith stronger. Yet I had an emotional connection with her. I loved her; she was the mother of my child. “But I love her. I can’t stand the thought of losing her,” I confessed. “You already have. You lost her the day you destroyed the temple. She doesn’t love you; she loves a boy who died with Skywalkers temple. You should have killed her the moment she arrived, think of the pain you could have spared her, the pain you can still spare her. She’s become your greatest weakness. Your enemies could use her against you, would you want that?” “No.”

“Neither did Darth Malgus that is why he killed his greatest love and his greatest weakness. It made him stronger. Perhaps this is what you must do to become stronger. To truly embrace the dark side, to finally free yourself from the light.” It made sense. But I still didn’t know if I could go through with it. Snoke could sense my inner turmoil. “But the baby?” I questioned. “Another weakness, another trap she set for you.” I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. I didn’t want to believe it but how could I not? Everything he was saying made sense. “Yes, Supreme Leader. Thank you,” I spoke. “I know you'll do the right thing.” I nodded and he dismissed me. I got to my feet and exited the room. I didn’t know if I had quite gotten the answer, I wanted from him. I just wish the answer was an easy one. I’d need to give this some thought.

Could I really go through with killing her? She’d been the first person to comfort me after my parents dumped me on Luke, my first true friend, my first crush, my first and only love. And yet now love seemed out of reach for us, something that not even a child could bring back. She was the last of the padawans, the one I had failed to dispatch. I’d let her become my weakness then, I couldn’t let her be a weakness to me again. If I got rid of her then I would be free from another burden, another tie to my past, another part of the pain I was burdened with. I had to through with it.

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I waited for the early hours of the morning when I knew she would be asleep. I wouldn’t have the strength to do it whilst she was awake. I entered what used to be our room, my saber clutched in my fist. She was sleeping peacefully on her side as it was the most comfortable for her. For the first time in a while she seemed content. It was a shame things had to end this way. She could have been so much more. I stepped closer to the foot of the bed, igniting my saber. Her skin glowed red in its light. I swallowed hard, urging myself to do it quick before she awoke.

I followed the other padawans through the dark cave. There was hardly any light and it was getting harder to navigate. I was at the back of the group, Cora in front of me. Occasionally she told to watch my step or duck, she was using the force to see any potential dangers ahead. She was using it to look out for me, the others were miles ahead not worrying about us. This was another test that Luke had given us, it would have been easier if we had our sabers to light the way. Part of me wanted to hold her hand and have her lead me through the cave. Holding her hand would be nice. Like her smile and her laugh. And her eyes and her hair. Yeah, I was head over heels for her, it was hard not to be. Yet I couldn’t act upon these feelings no matter how strong they became and that’s something that hurt more than any training wound.

“Ben,” came his voice. I froze in place. Why? Why was this happening now? Fear gripped my heart like a vice, my blood running cold. Snoke had been speaking to me now through the force for a while, yet I was still afraid of him. He said he was a friend that wanted to help and in some instances, he had but that still didn’t quell my fear every time he did this. “Ben,” his voice came louder this time. I swallowed hard, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to calm myself. Just go away, please. Just leave me alone. I suddenly became hyper aware of everything, my robes felt too tight, too itchy. My breathing was ragged, my hands were clammy. It was too dark, too confined. I needed to get out. Cora had stopped at this point, but her voice was muffled, like I was underwater.

I turned and ran, desperately seeking the entrance to the cave. I didn’t care if I failed the training exercise, I didn’t care about my uncle’s disappointment I just needed to get out. I needed the light. I used my hands to navigate the cave walls, not thinking about my feet. I tripped, falling hard on my face. I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest and I allowed myself to cry. I was struggling to breathe, I felt like I could throw up at any second and my forehead hurt. I was going to die in this cave, that’s what was happening now, what Snoke was doing to me. “Ben,” came a different voice, yet a familiar one. The voice sounded worried, but I was struggling to put a name to the voice. I couldn’t focus. I flinched as I felt small, soft hands on me. “Ben it's me, Cora. You’re okay, just breathe,” she reassured.

Recognition filled me. Cora. I clung to her like a lifeline, sobbing into her chest. She held me close, stroking my hair and letting me get it out. She waited patiently without an ounce of judgement. The others would snicker and probably joke about it later behind my back. But not her. She knew about Snoke, but I’d made her promise not to tell anyone, she understood my fear. I focused on her breathing to regulate my own, as well as the soft tender touch of hers. I closed my eyes, leaning further into her. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay, I won’t let anything happen to you,” she continued to reassure. I didn’t need to find the light at the entrance of the cave. I’d found the light I needed from her.

I blinked, quickly coming to my senses. What the fuck was I doing, let alone thinking? I turned my saber off and quickly left the room before she could awaken. I felt disgusting and ashamed of myself. I reached my current room and dropped my saber to the floor, heading for the bathroom. I needed to shower, to wash away the filth of my betrayal. I tore my clothes off with shaking hands and stepped under the cold water. I was breathing heavily, seemingly still in shock with what I was going to do. I started to clean myself vigorously, until my skin was sore and red. How could I ever trust myself around her again? How could I have ever wanted to hurt her?

I could have made another terrible mistake, killing my father had caused me only more torment and pain. And yet I’d been stupid enough to believe Snokes lies and almost murdering the only light I had left with me. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing before I could lose control over it. Was I really too far gone that I couldn’t go without trying to kill the only loved ones I had left? I couldn’t trust myself anymore, I had to keep my distance for even longer. And yet all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her how sorry I was. How much I loved her. I wanted to see her smile again like when we were younger, I wanted to run my fingers through her silky hair. And I could have taken that away from myself all because of a lie. Snoke didnt want me to be happy, he’d wanted me to kill Cora, to let the pain consume me. I couldn’t let him have hold of my happiness any longer, I was taking that back.

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Comfort Me, Part 1

Author’s Note: 

This is going to be a two-shot, and I hope to post the second part this weekend! Let me know with a like or a reblog if yall are excited/want me to post it sooner. 

Big shoutout to @twentytwohearts for going through this whole long-ass fic with me and helping with editing. You are a rockstar!

There is a line later on in the story that is written in Spanish. Full disclosure, I 100% used Google Translate to write it! The English translation is at the end of the fic!

Liv POV:

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I groaned and slapped a hand over my face as my alarm blared from the floor next to my mattress. Rolling over, I fumbled with the source of my abrupt awakening until I finally managed to stop the ear-piercing sound. 

Fingers roughly rubbing my sleep crusted eyes, I tried to adjust to the stream of light coming in from my window. Eventually I heaved myself out of bed and softly padded into the bathroom. Grumbling, a dissatisfied grimace threatened to take over my features as my bare skin came into contact with the frigid air. Rubbing my arms vigorously in a vain attempt to warm them, I silently prayed that the heat was somehow just switched off this morning and not cut off for good. 

Right. Even half asleep I didn’t quite believe the former. 

One squeaky turn of the showerhead later and my suspicions were confirmed. Fuck. I turned off the icy spray before angrily stomping back to my room. Thank God it was only October or else I’d really be fucked. As I made my way down the bare hallway I made a mental note to go and meet with our skeevy landlord later to see what could be done about turning the heat back on. George was pretty pervy, but times like this made that particular trait quite useful. A small bit of makeup and a lower-cut top would be all I hopefully needed to get the heat turned back on, at least for a little while. 

I stood near my closet running a hand through my wavy locks and contemplating my options for a moment. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, some thick socks, my favorite red flannel, and a grey zip up hoodie. Pulling my ratty hi-tops on, I surveyed my appearance in the mirror briefly before heading out of my room and into the kitchen. Stepping towards my jacket, I heard a loud belch from the direction of my living room. I leaned over the couch to see a half naked, 40-something bum passed out. Chortling to myself, I dismissed him as one of my mother’s conquests and reached for my jacket once more, pulling it over my still slightly shivering form. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I started to head out the door. Stopping cold and smirking, I turned on my heel to fish through the reeking man’s pockets. Finally finding his wallet, I pocketed it quickly before patting his head gently.   

“Sorry man, should’ve stumbled home,” I whispered, smirking and heading towards the door once more.

I exited the shit hole apartment I was unfortunate enough to call home, and walked briskly down the stairs and around the corner. As I walked I began to riffle through the dudes stuff. Finding only $40 in cash, I pitched the rest of his shit into a nearby bush and continued my walk. 

Walking briskly to avoid a chill, it was only a few short blocks until I hopped up the stairs of the only place that’d ever felt like home: Peter and May’s place. Shouting a good morning down the hall, I filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. Busying myself with grabbing two mugs and their respective tea bags, I almost didn’t hear the soft padding of hands and feet near the entrance of the kitchen. 

Almost. 

“GOTCHA”. 

Peter’s cry was immediately followed by an ‘oomf’ as he fell face first into the kitchen’s floor. I grinned to myself from my place at the counter, having moved just inches to the right just before my best friend had made the attempt to tackle me. As far back as I could remember I’d been coming to Peter’s apartment every morning before school – and every morning Peter attempted to scare me. It had only worked once.

The first time. 

When we were 6. 

Nevertheless, he was determined to make it happen again and his face-plants were near daily at this point. 

“Morning Pete, did you eat yet?” I chuckled, not even bothering to turn around. 

“No, not yet. Why are you here so early anyways?” he grumbled as he hopped up to his feet. 

“Good morning sunshine!” May sang as she entered the kitchen. I smiled widely at the elder Parker, gratefully accepting a peck on the cheek as I handed her morning tea in her favorite mug. 

“You’re here awfully early aren’t you?” she mused, blowing on the steaming drink to cool it. 

“I was literally just saying that,” Peter stated flatly, rolling his eyes and grabbing some cereal for the two of us. He was always a bit grumpy after he lost our little morning game, but experience told me that he’d be back to his cheerful, dorky self soon enough. 

“Heat’s off at home, didn’t feel like freezing to death,” I answered plainly. Eagerly taking the bowl Peter offered, I filled it with my favorite cereal as we all settled into our places at the small table. Peter and May glanced at each other briefly before the former turned his attention back to his food and May shot me a look of concern. 

“Why is your heat off? Is it broken?” May asked concernedly. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes as I shrugged non-committedly.

“Probably not. It’s the 10th, so more likely than not Kimberly 'forgot’ to pay the bill,” I answered, exaggerating the air quotes around 'forgot’. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up from his breakfast, creating small wrinkles over his normally smooth skin. 

“Forgot?” he ground out, mouth still full of cereal and expression one of thinly-veiled contempt. I bit back a giggle when I noticed a dribble of milk making its way out the side of his mouth and down his chin. Leaning forward slightly, I wiped the offending drops away with the pad of my thumb. My small action caused the sweet boy to flush bright red, and I immediately felt myself internally swooning at the sight.  Flurries of small flutters began twirling around my stomach at the brief contact, causing me to drop my hand abruptly. Clearing my throat, I sat back into my chair and took another bite of my own cereal. 

“Mmmhm. Last night was the first night she’s even been home since last month so she probably spent it on much more important things,” I replied, tone practically dripping with contempt as I attempted to brush off the interaction with Peter with some of my trademarked sarcasm.

I hated to admit it, but lately I’d been harboring some romantic-type feelings for the brunette boy seated next to me. Feelings which I was doing my damndest to push back down to wherever the hell they’d come from. There was no reason for me to feel anything other than platonically for Peter, just like I had for my entire life. The thought of changing our dynamic terrified me to no end.  Lately I’d been spending more time than I cared to admit squashing the butterflies that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in my lower belly.

“You’ve been alone since last month? Oh honey, why didn’t you say anything sooner?”, May cooed softly, eyes oozing with sympathy and concern. Gratitude flooded my chest at the welcome distraction from the now-awkward feeling encounter with Peter. I turned towards her and —– ignoring the lingering emotions deep in my chest – shrugged. 

 "S'not a big deal, May. I stayed with MJ a few nights here and there,“ I soothed the older woman with another, more comforting smile. "Besides, you know me, I like my space.”

May huffed, sitting back aggressively in her chair, arms shoved petulantly across her chest. Peter looked much calmer than his aunt with a mostly blank expression on his still reddened face. His obviously fake passiveness may have fooled his aunt, but I was certain he was just as upset at my current situation as she was, if not more so. He didn’t always look it but Peter was insanely protective over me —especially when it came to matters involving Kimberly. 

It wasn’t exactly shocking news that my mother was terrible; she’d been like this as far back as I could remember. She wasn’t abusive per se – but only because in order to abuse me she’d have to actually be around. And being around was not Kimberly’s forte. No, she much preferred her flighty lifestyle of drinking, drugs, and dancing too much to stick around for more than a day or two at a time. I was usually left more or less alone at home — unless you counted the various men and women that were passed out around the apartment on any given day, that is. In all reality, Peter, May, and Ben (before he passed) were the only real family I’d ever had.

“Well until your heat is back on you have to find somewhere else to stay,” she grumbled.

 I giggled unintentionally at the sight of May Parker attempting to be strict; arms crossed,  brows furrowed, and mouth set into a thin line. Bless her soul. She was one of the kindest people I knew, but the poor woman couldn’t scare a mouse. 

“I’m serious Olivia!”.

“I know, I know! That reminds me, I need to borrow a top from you. I, uhm, found $40 this morning, and that plus one of your 'going out’ shirts should be enough to convince George to turn it back on. Got anything that says, 'my mother is an idiot, please don’t let me freeze?’,” I joked, semi-seriously. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Peter exclaimed abruptly. “There is absolutely no way you’re going to grovel to that — that pervert!”

My eyes turned to meet his, and though he appeared somewhat calm, I could tell he was positively fuming. Being that Peter and I had been inseparable nearly our entire lives, I could read his face like a book. And even if I couldn’t, it wasn’t exactly a secret that both Parkers held a massive amount of hatred for my mother. Conversations pertaining to her or my home life had to be delivered carefully to them, because both Parkers were too sweet for their own good. I’d learned over the years that divulging too much information about my home life at once would only cause them undue stress. 

Cursing myself internally, I realized I’d been too forthcoming, distracted by my attempts to squash my feelings for Peter. No matter how difficult things got on my end, I vowed early on never to be the cause for them to be anything less than their cheerful, goofy selves. An endeavor I was clearly failing at today. Peter rarely got this worked up over situations like this, and I could instantly tell that any compromise was going to be from my end this time. 

“I agree sunshine, you can stay here for a few days,” May nodded, smooth hand coming to rest over mine. “I could actually vomit at the idea of you even approaching that vile man, and you know you’re always welcome here." 

I felt my face flush with warmth at her words. It was true – I always knew that the door was perpetually open for me at the Parker household, but I still felt emotional whenever the subject of me staying for more than a night or two came up. Even with the countless number of days and weeks spent at their place I still harbored doubts that I was truly wanted. 

I glanced over at Peter with un-characteristic shyness, hoping to confirm that the sentiment was shared. To the delight of the seemingly perpetually active butterflies in my stomach, I found my green eyes locked in with the all-too familiar brown irises that I’d come to love. Peter was studying my pink-tinged cheeks intently, the expression on his face one I’d never quite seen before. Perplexed, my mind briefly wondered if he was feeling the same way I had only minutes ago as I’d watched his own sweet features flushed with embarrassment. I immediately dismissed the ridiculous thought; he was probably just worrying over me the way he always did, and there was no reason for me to think anything deeper was going on in his head. 

Seemingly realizing I’d caught him staring, he cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded with his most adorable, crinkly eyed smile etched on his face. Mentally shaking my head, I turned back to May once more, this time with a genuine smile, flipping my palm over to lightly squeeze her hand that still covered my own. 

"Thanks May,” I nearly whispered. The older woman practically grinned, the smooth skin around her eyes crinkling slightly with the size of it.

“Uh yeah, but I’m gonna be staying at the Tower this weekend,” Peter stuttered. “Mr. Stark has some, uhm, internship stuff for me to do." 

"S'okay Pete, I’m sure May and I will be fine by ourselves for a few days,” I grinned as I ate another spoonful of my now soggy cereal, knowing full well Peter hated when I was left alone with his aunt. May smiled knowingly, taking a sip of her tea and watching our interaction with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. 

You’d think growing up with Peter would mean May wouldn’t have any more embarrassing stories or pictures left to share with me, but you’d be wrong. Left to her own devices May had a rather spectacular talent for finding some long lost photos of a naked baby Peter, or suddenly recalling a story that caused the poor boy to physically cringe when he realized I’d heard.  Additionally, I had a habit of messing with Peter when left alone in ways that almost always made him regret ever leaving me unattended. It started out pretty tame: plastic wrap in the doorway, fake bugs or snakes hidden in his pillows, etc., but my jokes had evolved as we’d grown to the point where Peter flat out refused to leave me alone in the apartment. 

“OLIVIA MARIE WILLIAMS!”. 

I chuckled lightly from my spot on the couch, craning my head down the hall to the source of the noise. 

“Yes?”, I called out in a sing-song voice. Grinning to myself, I bit down on my lower lip to keep from bursting into laughter. 

“Can you please come in here for a moment?”, Peter called from the direction of his room. To anyone else he probably sounded calm, but this was Peter and I knew his voice better than my own. He was clearly annoyed, and I couldn’t be happier about it. 

Giggling, I walked slowly down the hall and stopped in the doorway. 

“What’s up Petey?” I questioned innocently, leaving on the doorframe and crossing my arms. Peter scoffed. 

“Are you joking?” he asked incredulously. I laughed openly at the sight of my poor, disheveled friend. He was perched on the ceiling on all fours with his Spiderman costume still on, sans the mask, and his expression was one of pure frustration and annoyance. 

“No, I truly don’t know what’s gotten your panties in a twist,” I replied, still feigning nonchalance even though we both clearly knew what was going on. Peter huffed, and I couldn’t help but find him adorable with all the red splotches decorating his pale face and his brown curls mussed from being encased in his mask only minutes before. 

“My panties are NOT in a twist,” he grumbled. “Not that I have— you can’t seriously– Liv! Look at my room!”

I pretended to scan his room before meeting his gaze once more and shrugging. 

“The cups Liv. I’m talking about the cups,” he deadpanned, crawling over from his spot on the ceiling near the window. 

“Ohhhhh. That,” I chuckled. Peter narrowed his eyes at me, hands leaving the ceiling and coming to rest petulantly across his chest as he flipped upside-down. 

“Yes, that!” he practically shouted, eyes blown wide and brows furrowed in disbelief.

A massive amount of small plastic cups, each brimming with water, completely covered the area of his bedroom. There wasn’t a single inch of floor space that wasn’t taken up by cups, 447 to be exact. The laughter that had been building inside me since Peter had first called me over to his room finally came bursting out. 

“You know May is always getting on you to drink more water,” I finally gasped out between peals of laughter. “I just thought I’d help remind you!”. 

“Seriously Liv?” he whined, puppy dog eyes on full force and lips forming into a small pout. “You’re the worst. Are you at least gonna help me clean this up?”

I shook my head playfully. 

“Sorry Petey, you know the rules. You left me here alone, and that means you have to deal with the consequences on your own.” I chuckled, pushing myself off the doorframe and heading back towards the living room. I’d only made it a few steps before I heard the sweet sounds of multiple plastic cups knocking into one another, followed closely by a distinct splashing noise and Peter’s irritated groan. 

“Uh-uh. There is no way I’m leaving the two of you alone,” Peter said, shuddering slightly at the implication. 

“Awww come on Petey it won’t be that bad,” I giggled. He shot me a look that screamed 'are you serious?’ across the table before standing up and reaching for his backpack. 

“Yes. It will. You’re staying at the tower too Olivia, even if I have to drag you there myself." 

"Awww I think someone been missing me,” I cooed, standing as well and playfully pinching Peter’s cheek. Another wave of red and pink color began creeping up his neck at my teasing, and he swatted my hand away quickly. Rolling his eyes, he shimmied his backpack straps over his broad arms. I snickered and winked at May who was sitting with a hand covering her mouth in a feeble attempt to mask the massive grin she too sported. 

“In your dreams Williams. But I do know that Mr. Stark has been asking about you lately. I’m sure he and Ms. Potts would love to see you anyways,” he replied after awkwardly clearing his throat. My face broke out into an even wider smile at the mention of the power couple.

 Ever since Peter had met Tony Stark, the billionaire had become un-characteristically attached to me. Not that he’d ever admit to it out loud. He’d immediately wanted me around more since discovering that I was not only arguably as smart as Peter, but that I was blessed with an uncanny ability to make the poor brunette boy flush or stammer at any given moment. Didn’t hurt that I had an arsenal of embarrassing Peter stories that went back over a decade either. I’d started working with the Iron Man himself in his labs every now and again when Peter stayed at the Tower, and after a few months Tony had become increasingly aware of the state of my home life. I’d never tell him to his face, but I truly believed that my lack of parental guidance or acceptance resonated with the normally sarcastic Avenger. 

In fact, he and Pepper had offered multiple times to help me legally emancipate myself from her. I always shrugged off the help, knowing full well that the extent of time she was gone was never actually illegal. The fridge usually had food, and the rent was usually paid, so there weren’t exactly grounds to call it neglect at this point. Maybe when I was a kid, but even then it wasn’t that easy. May and Ben had tried to get me away from her multiple times, and each time it’d only ended with me winding up in an even shittier foster home for a while. Foster homes that I only stayed in for a few weeks, or even days, before my mother had gone crying to the judges to get me back 'home’. 

No, I was stuck with Kimberly until my 18th birthday in a couple years, a downright depressing thought that I still wrestled with on a near daily basis. Even with the reassurance and support I received from the Parkers, my other best friend MJ, Peter’s friend Ned, and now the Starks I often felt incredibly low about myself. I mean, my own mother couldn’t be arsed to actually care about me, so how was I supposed to believe that anyone else would?

I was abruptly brought out of my thoughts by a hand lightly squeezing my bicep, the disruption causing me to jump slightly. 

“Livvie?” Peter questioned softly, using the nickname I only allowed him and May to call me. 

“Hmmm?”

“I said we gotta get to school now, where’s your backpack?” he repeated, hand detaching from my arm and leaving tingles in it’s wake.

I shook off all my depressing thoughts, shifting quickly back to the familiar banter that came so naturally to Peter and I. 

“What backpack?” I questioned, voice laced with mock innocence. Peter rolled his eyes, face playfully annoyed. May however, stood from the table and looked about as pure and wholesome as a baby deer, her expression one of utter confusion. 

“Liv, sweetie, have you lost your school bag? ‘Cause I can pick you up a new one after work if that’s the case,” she questioned sweetly, making me fall even more in love with my best friend’s kooky aunt. I smiled and waved away her concerns with my hand. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it May, I just forgot it this morning in my rush to get out of the house,” I explained lightly, bringing her into my arms as I hugged her goodbye. She embraced me tighter than usual, likely slightly still on edge from this morning’s chat. I reciprocate in kind, taking a moment to breath in her comforting scent and revel in the small circles she rubbed into my back as she held me. 

For all intents and purposes, May Parker was my mom. Kimberly may have birthed me, but that’s where her interest in me seemingly ended. May was there for me through everything; she’s the one who took me bra shopping for the first time, the one who got me through my first period, the one to comfort me when I experienced my first real heartbreak. She was at every academic decathlon competition, every sports game when I was a kid, and the one who hung all my artwork from childhood proudly on her fridge. Kimberly may be my biological mother, but May chose me to be the daughter she never had. And I would never be able to repay her for it, even if I tried. 

“Hey!” Peter protested from behind me. I turned, arms still wrapped around May. “How come Liv gets a new backpack with no questions asked, and I can’t get a new one without begging?!" 

Peter’s expression was one of pure annoyance, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his frustration. His arms were crossed and his brows were adorably furrowed as he questioned his aunt. 

"Because she doesn’t 'lose’ them faster than I can buy them,” May responded plainly, hands leaving my sides to rest on her hips stubbornly. I snorted at the slight indignation taking over Peter’s features before walking through the door. 

“Yeah, no it’s because she loves me more. Sorry Petey,” I chuckled, ruffling his hair as I breezed past him. As I jogged down the first few steps I faintly heard the sweet sounds of May’s giggle along with Peter’s scoff from the apartment behind me. 

“Wanna stop back at your house for your backpack before we go?” he asked adorably, jogging slightly to catch up to me. 

“Mmmm… Pass. Too much work,” I returned, smirking at the incredulous look that overtook Peter’s face. 

“Seriously? Don’t you have homework in there?” he asked in disbelief as we hopped down the cement stairs leading down to the train, avoiding several rushing commuters along the way. Once we met at the bottom and passed through the tolls I shrugged as we waited, subway trains rushing by us. Sparing a glance at Peter, I was momentarily stunned by how cute he looked with his brown curls blowing haphazardly around him, highlighting his strong jaw. A jaw that was currently moving as he shook his head and grinned at me. 

“Exactly how are you passing again?” he laughed, bumping my shoulder playfully. I giggled, linking his arm through mine as we huddled in front of the tracks. 

“Dunno, probably because the smartest guy in school is a good friend of mine,” I reasoned innocently, leaning my head on his shoulder and grinning.

“Mmmm, wow you are lucky,” he chuckled. He ducked slightly, leaning his head down atop mine and messing around with his phone idly. He finally found whatever he was looking for, silently handing me an earbud. We each popped one in our ears, bumping along to the beat and swaying softly as we waited for our train. 

I imagine others looking on would make the assumption that Peter and I were together based on our comfortable contact. In fact, people mistook us for a couple pretty almost daily. Historically, I’d chew those people out and remind them that just because Pete was a boy and I was a girl didn’t automatically mean we were dating. Lately though, I found myself wishing it were true, and the reminder that things weren’t like that causing my chest to feel heavy with disappointment. Peter and I had always been incredibly comfortable with one another, and it wasn’t uncommon for us to stand like this or wind up cuddled close as we watched a movie or something. It never meant anything, it was simply the way things had always been. However, as my feelings grew I found myself longing for these moments to last forever so I could pretend things were different for just a bit longer. 

But, things weren’t like that, and time didn’t work that way. Soon our train came screeching our way, and we separated, the illusion broken. 

“You okay?” Peter questioned softly as we waited for the departing passengers to move out of our way. 

“Yeah, I’m great,” came my soft reply, the reflex response tumbling out of my mouth before my brain could even catch up. I’m sure Peter caught my white lie based on the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of concern, but thankfully he let the subject drop. He smiled lightly at me, and we finally boarded the subway car. I forced another smile, taking my place on the busy train beside my best friend. 

“So, Kimberly finally showed up huh,” MJ commented flatly as we strode down the bustling, graffiti littered sidewalks that led to my apartment building after school. I hummed non-committedly in response. 

“S’possible, almost likely even, given the timing,” I quipped back, tone just as flat.

 MJ hated everyone and everything, so naturally we got along extremely well. She was smart, sarcastic, angry, observant, and underneath it all an extremely loyal friend. As much as she usually lived up to her ‘I don’t fuck with you’ image, I was proud to be one of the few things she would actually admit that she cared about.

“In that case, this is where I leave you,” she deadpanned, lingering near the door of my building. I nodded in understanding, squinting my eyes against the sun rays blaring down on me as I looked at the tall girl. MJ hated Kimberly with the kind of dark rage only she could muster. Hell, sometimes I think she hates her more than I do. So seeing her in person was a huge no-no.

“So you staying over tonight? There’s a BLM protest down on 47th and Broadway I was gonna hit up if you want to come,” she offered. She stood facing slightly away from me, arms crossed and eyes trained down on her shoes. To an outsider it would seem the dark-haired girl wasn’t interested in our conversation, but I’d been around MJ enough to know that wasn’t the case. She wouldn’t offer her time or energy if she didn’t really want me around. I absolutely thrived off the fact that I was one of the only people in her life that she actually wanted to be around, and I felt my heart lift slightly with her offer. Nevertheless, I shook my head, opening the door with my key. 

“Nahhh, May freaked out over breakfast this morning and now Peter is basically kidnapping me until the heat’s turned back on,” came my response from the threshold. MJ’s right brow raised dramatically. 

“Right. Kidnapping you,” she drawled, smirking. Frowning at her, I rolled my eyes and attempted to seem nonchalant. MJ knew all about my blossoming feelings for a certain brunette dork due to her observant nature and her close relationship with the both of us. A fact which she used against me at every given opportunity. 

“Mhm, so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go try and pack my shit and avoid my lush of a mother,” I replied quickly. MJ threw me a mock salute before turning around fully and walking away. 

“Make sure you call me tonight so I know you’re safe!” she shouted over her shoulder. I chuckled to myself at her antics and entered the shitty residence I legally had to call home.

Peter’s POV

“Ned, I swear to god,” I groaned, walking down the street, rubbing my eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, come on,” he shot back, clearly just as irritated as me with the topic of our conversation. “It’s so obvious it’s literally painful at this point." 

"You’re insane,” I grumbled, pushing past the other New Yorkers bustling past us as we headed up the steps to Delmar’s. “Liv and I are best friends man." 

Nodding at Mr. Delmar in place of a hello, I wandered idly down the isles in search of some sour candies.  

"Okay first of all, as your best friend I’m offended,” Ned deadpanned. “Secondly, friends don’t act like the two of you; like how you’re always staring at her when you think no one is looking? Yeah, which everyone has noticed by the way." 

Despite my best efforts, I could feel the heat rising in my neck and creeping all the way up my face straight to the tips of my ears. As Ned chuckled at my obvious discomfort I scoffed, snatching a bag of gummy worms from the shelf and pushing my way past him. 

"So? You’ve seen her, she’s interesting to look at,” I retaliated, hoping against all odds that my voice sounded nonchalant. 

It was true. After all, Liv captivated the attention of anyone lucky enough to be in her presence without even really trying. For one thing, she dressed completely differently than any other student at Midtown. Her signature look always involved her favorite pair of ripped jeans, a black band t-shirt from her extensive collection (most of which had come from concerts that she’d dragged me along to), her faded red-flannel, and a pair of either hi-tops or combat boots. Her dark blonde hair was always a mess of flyaway waves and curls, and she had more piercings than I could realistically number. 

Additionally, Liv was, and had always been, incredibly outspoken. Even before my hearing became advanced, I could instantly tell when she entered a room, no matter how crowded or noisy it was. If her naturally captivating presence wasn’t enough to announce her arrival, her loud voice and infectious laugh did the trick. It was definitely safe to say, Liv wasn’t like any of the other girls at Midtown, or like any other girls anywhere to be honest. 

“Oh, please, looking is the understatement of the millennium and you know it. You freaking gaze at her man. Hand on your cheek, eyes glazed over, mouth open; It’s honestly kind of impressive you’ve not physically drooled at the sight of her yet,” Ned chuckled to himself. 

“Shut up, I do not!” I protested as I tossed my stash of candy on the deli counter. 

Mr. Delmar turned round to face us, leaning down and resting his forearms on the counter. An amused look overtook his features as he began rifling through the pile of sweets I’d collected. 

“Mr. Parker, big weekend with the girlfriend?” he casually asked, smirking knowingly. I groaned and clapped my hands over my face, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. 

“Come on man, not you too,” I muttered through my palms. Ned looked at me with an absolutely shit-eating grin, both he and Delmar chuckling at my obvious discomfort. 

“What? I know when you get Swedish Fish you’re going to be seeing her,” Mr. Delmar continued, holding up the aforementioned candy and grinning. “And if this un-godly pile of junk is any indication, you’ll be together for a few days. At least I hope so, because this is a disgusting amount of sweets for just one day.”

“Okay, yes, I am going to hang out with Liv this weekend. Because we are friends,” I ground out, arms crossing firmly across my chest. Ned rolled his eyes once more, and Mr. Delmar chuckled and shook his head. 

“Él está negando este. Su novia lo mira como si hubiera colgado la luna, ¡y todavía finge que no lo sabe!” Mr. Delmar told his employee loudly, laughing and patting the man’s back. My eyes narrowed, arms crossing even tighter at his comment. My Spanish may not be good enough to know exactly what he said, but I’d have to be an idiot not to know it was about Liv and I. 

It wasn’t like I didn’t know what they meant. I’d been in love with Liv since we were practically toddlers, and I’d spent my entire life trying to forget that. When we were kids, I fantasized about us growing up and getting married all the time, but as the years went on, I slowly realized that my feelings were not reciprocated. It was abundantly clear that Liv does not and had never thought of me in that light. 

People mistook us for a couple all the time, and she was always quick to correct them. In fact, she usually ended up lecturing them about how old-fashioned it was to assume that just because we were not the same gender that it must mean we were together. Each time someone referred to me as Liv’s boyfriend, I wanted nothing more than to grab her soft hand in mine and grin, proud to be the one she’d chosen. 

But our relationship wasn’t like that, no matter how much I wanted it to be, so I just go along with whatever she says. I wish I could say that it’s gotten easier as we’ve grown, but the fact was my feelings for her had only increased as time went on. A fact which I was both painfully aware and completely terrified of. 

Ned could pretend he was offended all he wanted, but everyone knew that Liv was my best friend, without a single doubt. She was there for me through everything: Ben’s death, becoming Spiderman, and every single thing in between. She was the person I wanted to speak to most when I first woke up in the morning and the last one I wanted to see before I fell asleep. She knew everything about me and I her, and the thought of losing her to any degree was out of the question. Our friendship was one straight out of a movie or something, a natural dynamic unlike one I’d seen between anyone else. How could I risk that just because of a silly crush I’d harbored since before I even stopped thinking girls had cooties? 

I couldn’t. 

I’d come to the conclusion long ago that if I wanted to keep Liv in my life I had to do everything in my power to squash my romantic feelings aside. And for a while, that plan worked out just fine. But lately Ned, MJ, and even Aunt May had been pressing me for details about Liv and I, insisting that we belonged together. Though I knew they all meant well, I couldn’t help my growing frustration with their meddling; they just didn’t understand how our relationship worked. 

I was getting more and more worried by the day that one of them would end up saying the wrong thing to Liv, and cause her to distance herself from me. The thought alone broke my heart, and I couldn’t even fathom what I’d be like if that day ever came. 

“What do you think Murph?” Ned interrupted my thoughts with a coo. He scratched the shop cat’s ears fondly as the lazy feline laid idly on top the deli counter. “Blink once if you think Peter should just man up and tell Olivia how he feels." 

Murph eyed me intensely, almost as if he’d understood what Ned had been asking. After a few moments his almond shaped eyes closed deliberately before he continued staring at me. I rolled my eyes in disbelief, already dreading the reaction from the now giddy men next to me. Ned immediately burst into laughter, hands flying to his stomach and head thrown back. Mr. Delmar smiled, sending a knowing glance in my direction as he too laughed. 

"For the love of—,” I exclaimed in irritation, practically slamming money on the counter and preparing to walk out the door. 

“You can’t argue with that Pete,” Ned  chuckled, seemingly somewhat calmer. I pursed my lips in frustration. 

“You two are insane,” I complained, hand pushing the door open. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to meet my best friend." 

Translation: He is denying this. His girlfriend looks at him as if he had hung the moon, and still pretends he doesn’t know!

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Part XV - The Untimely Downfall of Strangers

I knew that the media and the fans and everyone would have questions. But for now, the only sound I could hear was her breathing and the hum of the central air in her house. And that was enough for me.

AN: Y’ALLLLL. Okay. So we’re nearing the end (for now) of this story. I’m thinking one more chapter, so for all of you out there who have been following along the whole time, just a fair warning! Also, if you like this story or like my work--please reblog. So many people have reached out telling me that they love my work but are confused as to why it’s not more popular. I don’t know why--I’m just happy to share it with you all. BUT. If you like my work and think more people should read it, please reblog. I’ll love you forever!!! 

wc: 4.8k of moving forward

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THEN - Day 629

“Slow the fuck down, Margot!” Niall shouted from behind me, his words broken up by laughter as I took a sharp left turn, nearly clipping the wall and their crew members who seemed quite annoyed by our level of energy. 

I could hear his footsteps behind me, closing in as I looked over my shoulder to gauge the distance between us. I shot past Harry--who was stood in the doorway of the green room, a confused look on his face as he bit into a banana. 

“Your girlfriend’s a cheeky little shit,” Niall laughed as I slowed to stop, tossing the cellphone back in Harry’s direction--who barely caught it as he fumbled with the banana. 

“What’d she do?” He asked as he stood between us, his mouth full of the fruit he snacked on.

I smiled over at Niall, offering for him to explain the running and yelling and laughing as Harry stepped aside to let us back into the green room. I bent over to gather my hair over my head, twisting a hair tie around it as Niall let out a loud laugh. 

“She claims she’s tryna set me up with her friend but she’d sending an embarrassing photo to people I don’t even know,” he pretended to be more upset than he was, the smile visible on his face as he stared at Harry--as if he would do something. 

“You’re being a big baby,” I told him, my eyes wide. “You’d like Cara, she’s great. We could all go on a double date and ride off into the sunset and buy houses right next door to each other.”

Niall rolled his eyes at this, grabbing his phone back from Harry as he walked to sit on the couch. He muttered a few things under his breath as he pulled up the text messages I’d sent. It was too late. 

“Oh Jesus,” he said--mostly to himself--as Harry slipped an arm around my shoulders. 

“I was gonna go workout for a bit--want to come?”

“Eh,” I shrugged my shoulders--weighing the options in my head. Visiting the boys on the road was the closest I got to a vacation in the summers. Instead of running around on stage and being exceedingly busy, I got to screw around during the days and watch the shows at night. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Love you, don’t kill each other,” he brought his eyes from me over to Niall, waiting for some sort of reply. 

“Go fuck yerselves,” Niall said absently, not even looking up from his phone as I let out a laugh. 

NOW -  Day 1810

I climbed out of the car behind Harry--thankful for the fact that there were only a few photographers who’d been clued into his location. He waited for me, his arm lurching forward to find mine as I reached for the door to shut it, a swift diversion to the fact that he was trying to hold my hand. 

People were saying all sorts of things about us--which wasn’t necessarily new--but I also knew that me and Harry being back together was causing much more anger than ever before. There were plenty of photos of me coming in and out of his London home--a place that had once felt cozy and safe--but now my social media accounts were filled with messages from people who accused me of breaking his heart on purpose. 

So I deleted the messages and pretended that being in London didn’t feel strange and scary, especially because my return to LA was slowly approaching. 

“Morning,” Harry shook the hand of a woman who waited by the door with a headset. She smiled at both of us, muttering something into the microphone that sat near her cheek as the door was shut behind us with an echoing thud. 

His tour was set to start in a few weeks and rehearsals were amping up, just like the nerves in my stomach. Tour was such a symbolic thing for us: it meant distance, press, lots of fans and questions and attention. Harry’s promo tour was difficult enough, but knowing he’d now be playing show after show to crowds of 20,000 people felt like our relationship--in its entirety--was being put on stage for people to judge and question. 

Was I allowed to visit? What would people think if I did--or worse, if I didn’t? 

Harry’s hand was now around mine, leading me back into the rehearsal space as he greeted the people that stood by. He’d been waiting for quite some time to introduce me to the band that’d be traveling with him--people he’d grown to love and respect over the process of making and releasing the album. 

He seemed to lead me around the room, letting me shake hands with people I’d never met and some I’d known for years. I couldn’t help but wonder what they thought--were they as curious as the people with cameras outside the building? Were they as hesitant as I was to believe that things were back to normal?

It felt more confirmed now. Neither of us had addressed it in public--aside from the vague comments that we were enjoying spending time together. Claire reassured me that I didn’t have to say anything I didn’t want to--but Harry seemed more eager to just be honest. 

Which felt strange, in some ways. He wasn’t ever much of a public person--he valued his privacy and respected that of others, but when it came to this, he had a strong desire to label it for the media and the fans. 

He said it created a better boundary. He said, in a meeting made up of me and Claire and Nick and Jeffrey and his head of PR, Janie, that labeling me as his girlfriend allowed for more control over the things that people said. If everyone just knew we were together, he insisted, we could ask for their respect and make it clear that we weren’t interested in any hateful messages. 

Sounded good in theory--but I didn’t know if it’d work. 

We’d been so careful--minimal touching in public, spending time with additional friends was a bonus to make it seem like maybe we were just friends. 

I knew he was getting sick of it. We’d managed the media and the public for three years--we could do it again. 

Which is why, later than night in his London living room with a blanket over my lap and a movie on TV, I scrolled through my instagram feed and slowed when I saw a photo that I knew was us. 

Earlier today, at his rehearsal--his arms were around my shoulders as he pressed a kiss to my lips. I was laughing and smiling up at him. I’d given him shit about one of the lyrics during a break. Mitch and Sarah had heard and apparently appreciated my bluntness. It was a fine moment, a quick one in reality. 

But now, seeing it captured in a grainy cell phone photo with terrible lighting, it felt like it could have spanned three hours. 

Harry--who’d been attentive to the movie until I became engulfed in my phone--used his foot to nudge my leg. “What’re you looking at?” He popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth. I reached forward to steal the bowl back from him, replacing it on his lap with my cellphone, the photo open on the screen. 

He looked offended at first when he no longer had immediate access to the popcorn--but his face shifted when he saw the photo and picked up my phone to get a better look. 

Now it was my turn to munch on a handful of the snack, my eyes patiently on his face as I tried to read his emotions. 

This was the first real proof. 

“Are you upset?” His voice was quiet as he returned my curious stare. 

I shrugged my shoulders and let out a breath of air. “I mean--it’s not like they didn’t know already, I guess. It’s gonna lead to a lot of nasty messages on my end.”

“Still?”

“Yes, still,” I snapped a bit, licking at my lips as I tried to regain composure. “They haven’t stopped. There are plenty that are nice but of course those don’t stick out in my mind as much.”

He seemed to deflate a bit--I knew he always hated it. He hated the way people would treat me and he hated the fact that some people still refused to respect our relationship. “I’m sorry they’re like that.”

I shrugged. I appreciated his words but they didn’t change anything. I’d tried to ignore it. I had tried back then to ignore it and pretend it wasn’t there and I tried to not worry about when we were apart for weeks and weeks on end. 

I pushed the worries out of my mind when I felt like I couldn’t sleep at night because I wondered what he was doing. And now he was here. He was sat across from me on the couch and he offered a small smile as he closed the distance between us, putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as he pulled me into his side. 

“I love you,” he said, his voice somewhat muffled as he spoke into my hair. “Nothing’s going to change that and they’re not going to change it and I don’t care what people know or think. I’m just glad to have you back.”

THEN - Day 853

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the silence wasn’t it. The kitchen was quiet except for the beeping of my parents’ alarm system that seemed to threaten my mere existence. The house was dark and cool and I wondered what everyone else was doing. 

But I knew the answer. My mom and Pete were still at the award show. Ben was probably at Sara’s and Maya was at a friend’s for a sleepover. Sinead was in the car that was now backing out of my driveway, ready to drop her off at home so she could take off her shoes and her dress and go back to normal. 

Harry was somewhere on the other side of the world for rehearsals. He was likely fast asleep due to the time difference between wherever he was and LA. My ears had the ringing noise inside them that came in quiet moments like these. I think it was all the screaming and loud music I’d heard for so long.

For four hours I’d been in this heavy dress--my hair pulled back from my face with hidden bobby pins. I could feel the makeup caked onto my cheeks that hid the circles under my eyes and the breakout on my chin. It was the makeup that reflected the flashing of the cameras on the red carpet. 

I didn’t even know why I’d went. It wasn’t my field. My mom and Pete were excited for a night out and Nick had assured me that it’d be good for me to make an appearance after the holidays. 

The refrigerator seemed to hum beside me--my mom’s handwriting on the white board read a note to Maya.

May-text me when you leave and let me know when to pick you up in the morning. I love you. Mom.

I wondered--for the millionth time in my life--what it would be like if I wasn’t me. Would my mom leave me a note like that on our families’ tiny white board that clung to the fridge? Would I be at college or at a sleepover instead of in the middle of the dark kitchen with a buzzing in my ears from all of the silence?

I felt tears well in my eyes--my legs felt tired and before I knew it, I was slumped against the cabinets as my dress crumpled on the ground beneath me. Bonnie would be pissed. 

I think people thought I liked alone time. I mean, sometimes I did--but only if there was someone on the other side of the door or if Sinead was just running out to grab me a coffee. 

But quiet like this--home alone, with everyone else living their lives and enjoying the things that my job brought to us--only seemed to bring an aching to my chest that seemed to grow with the passing days. 

It was 2015 now. The holidays came and went and I was gearing up for a busier year than before. Harry was talking about the future and I was still stuck on trying to control the present. 

If I thought he’d answer the phone, I would have called him. Instead--I went over to the liquor cabinet where Pete kept a full bottle of gin. 

And that’s the last thing I remember. 

NOW - Day 1718

I was sat across from Nick, Sinead and Claire--a long conference table made of oak in the building on Selma Ave where Nick’s office was. Kayley--a head from my label--was sat beside from me. Her long blonde hair seemed to cascade down her shoulders, and I wondered, for a second, if she thought I was crazy. 

Nick wasn’t thrilled about it--but it felt like Nick was rarely thrilled with anything I did. He wanted me to be successful and be happy and he also wanted me to fulfill my contractual obligations and he wanted me to stay sane. I think sometimes, especially in moments like this, he felt in the middle. 

“So it would just drop? Just an immediate release with no promo?”

I nodded and watched as Kayley leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh--she definitely thought I was crazy. 

“I know that’s pretty out there and not how we’ve ever done things, but--doing a big promo tour doesn’t feel right,” I said honestly. “This is about the music I made and the story I’m telling and it’s not about the build up.”

I didn’t realize how nervous I was until I rubbed my hands on my high-wasited jeans--the fabric dark in spots from the sweat on my palms. 

“No, I--I hear what you’re saying. I just think it’s risky. I mean--you have a fanbase. No question about that,” Kayley looked from me to Nick and then back to me. 

Nick shifted uncomfortably and I could tell he was getting antsy. I’d dropped the idea on him only a day and a half before this meeting. I’d been working with Nathan on finalizing a few songs. Masters were sent off and returned, Nathan and I were dreaming up a tracklist. Within a few days we were left with a final product and I had no idea what our plan was. 

So I drove to Nick’s house and brought take out for him and his wife. I figured the least I could do was butter him up before dropping the big news: the album would be released on all streaming platforms with a limited number of CDs in a week and a half. 

No promo. No press. Minimal interviews. 

He’d stared at me in his living room like I’d truly lost my shit--ironic, seeing as I was more stable than ever before. Now, Kayley did the same. 

“It is risky,” Nick said, a shrug of his shoulders as he turned to face me in his chair. “I think it’s a bold move but I think--” he let out a sigh and laughed a little. “You’re breaking all of the rules lately, so I say fuck it. If this is what you want, let’s do it. Let’s do it big and we’ll see what happens.”

I turned to Kayley, a small smile on my face as she bit at her lip. I first met Kayley when I was 15. She was new to the record label and had shorter hair than she did now. She worked with a man named Keith--someone who’d been integral to my signing and the release of my debut album. 

Kayley believed in me and wanted me to be myself. In a strange world of contracts and copyrights, Kayley seemed to be on my side. 

She tried to fight the smile on her face as I looked at her expectantly, a pleading grin as I rubbed my hands together. “It fits the theme, Kayley!” I reminded her. “I disappeared in the middle of the night and no one knew where to--and here I am, back in the middle of the night and no one knew it was coming.”

Sinead let out a laugh, leaning forward on the conference table as she spoke. “I wouldn’t necessarily say all of that to Harry.” Nick rolled his eyes, Claire stifled a laugh and Kayley let out an amused sigh.

“I agree with Nick that it’s risky--I don’t know if anyone’s ever just done that before,” she looked around the table of us, silently asking for a correction if she was wrong. When no one spoke, she cleared her throat. “It’ll be a big deal because of what’s been going on. You going away, coming back, One Direction breaking up, Harry’s album. It’s sure to draw attention because of you, but also because of your history.”

Kayley was right. She was thinking logically and like a businesswoman and I understood that. But I wished--momentarily--that telling my story wasn’t a business move. I wished it was a right of passage or a heartfelt move--not a strategic plan in the game of chess that seemed to be my life. 

“But it’s 2017 and things are changing if there’s anyone who can handle that, it’s you.”

THEN - Day 1052

The shouting of my name was now muffled by the car door as soon as I pulled it shut. They weren’t banging on it this time--I’d take that as a win. The cameras still flashed outside as I pulled the seat belt around my waist, his words echoing in my mind as the engine started. 

He didn’t want to leave--I get that. His friends were inside, the music was good, the drinks were free. But my chest ached for the quiet of his bedroom and the feeling of his hand on my back, drawing small circles like he used to when there weren’t oceans between us. 

“Can you turn the radio on?” I asked the driver--my voice fragile and weak as he made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror. He nodded simply, pressing a few buttons as tears welled in my eyes. 

That was a trick I’d learned early on. The more famous I got, the less privacy I had--in cars, dressing rooms, bathrooms, or even just in the hallway of venues. Tonight, it was the top forty that would drown out my sadness.

I looked out the window and blinked a few times, water wetting my cheeks as the men with their cameras faded in the distance. 

I felt like no one knew my secret. And if Harry did--he didn’t really care.

Niall and Louis were inside as well--both offering concerned looks when I left and remarking that they’d see me in the next few days. Harry, who offered nothing but a cold shoulder as I walked out, didn’t seem to care that I was falling apart in front of his eyes. 

I mean--what would happen if I told him the truth? What would he say if I told him I wasn’t okay? What would anyone say? The sad truth was that my life and the lives of those around me depended on me being fine. 

How are you, Margot? I’m fine. I’m great. My album went platinum, my tour is sold out, and my family is healthy and my boyfriend’s also extremely successful? How was I supposed to tell them that on top of that, I cried every day, I didn’t even enjoy performing anymore, and writing songs felt like I was pulling teeth?

And the worst part of all was that I couldn’t tell him. I’m sure if he heard me say that he’d say it wasn’t true. He’d say I could tell him anything and that I could trust him and that he loved me. But I didn’t know if he could handle it. 

How could the innocent boy with a heart of pure gold accept the fact that I was miserable? What if this was just how I was now? What if this is what this life shaped me into?

What I’d come to realize over the last few weeks was something simple. I had two choices: keep secrets just to keep him around, or be honest and lose it all. 

NOW - Day 1820

Margot stood at the stove, her hair was up in a bun on top of her head as I reached for silverware in the drawer. I’d been gone for a few days, but three days off meant a quick stop in LA to pick up where we left off. That’s what Hilary was calling it in therapy. 

She’d called me the other day to let me know that the album was finished. And rather than saving it for the Winter or Spring and give it a fair amount of promo--she wanted to put it out, now. 

Margot had always been impatient--that was no surprise. But as the stir fry she cooked on the stove seemed to sizzle, she turned around to look at me. 

“How are you feeling about it?”

“About your album?” I  asked hesitantly, setting the forks on the light blue placements she kept on the island. 

A nod as she kept her eyes on mine.

I let out a sigh--fighting the urge to appease her and trying to balance my honesty. “I’m excited for you to release it because you’ve worked hard and it’s going to be an amazing album.”

She nodded again, somehow knowing that I wasn’t finished. 

“But I’m scared of what people will think and say and how it will affect us.”

She sighed at this--it wasn’t news to her. I may not have said it so bluntly before, but she knew just as well as I did that her album would get people talking and stir things up and whether or not we liked it, it put us in a fishbowl--again.

She turned back to the stove and I couldn’t tell how she felt. I wondered, for a second, if the  anxiety in my chest was anything like how she felt when my album came out. I figured it was, to an extent. The only difference was that I knew she was  making it and I knew how she felt  and I had her in my life again. 

When she heard mine, she had no clue it was coming, no idea where we stood, and no idea  how I felt. So, in that department, I guess I had it pretty good. 

“It comes out Friday at midnight. We haven’t announced it anywhere. There’ve been some photos of me leaving Nathan’s studio so I think people suspect something but they have no clue.”

She didn’t like my silence. She turned around with knotted brows and a look on her fact that told me she was annoyed. “What?” I said quickly.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you want from me. I feel like every time I bring it up you get all weird and nervous.”

“I am nervous,” I told her, my voice more exasperated than before. She pushed at the food in the frying pan and then turned it off, placing it on a back burner. 

“I’m nervous too! This is huge, Harry. I haven’t put out music in years and people don’t exactly love me right now.”

I couldn’t help but make a face at that. It felt like people always loved her. She was Margot Jones. She was a household name at age 15 and the world watched her grow up. How could people not love her?

“I know this whole thing has been hard for you, but it’s been hard for me, too.”

For whatever reason, that set me off. The way she likened her experience to mine felt invalidating and wrong and so off-base. “You left me, if you’ve forgotten. You left and walked out as if it didn’t mean anything to you.”

She let her hands slap against her thighs in distress. “I can’t keep fucking defending myself, Harry! I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. But I need you to believe me when I say I won’t do that again.”

I shook my head--her words weren’t enough and they didn’t stop the sadness from bubbling inside of me. Things felt good and more normal than before. I felt more connected to her and more aware of how she felt--but how was I supposed to trust anyone? How was I supposed to believe people when they said they’d never leave?

“I tried that. I believed the band when we all promised to ride the wave until it crashed. But Zayn left. Zayn up and walked out and quit like he had no strings attached.”

Silence as she leaned against the counter. I watched her chest deflate as she waited for me to say more. 

“And then you did the same. So forgive me. Forgive me for questioning people’s promises and wondering if they meant anything they said.”

Another California sunset outside the window as she let out a sigh. “You’ve made mistakes too, Harry. I’ve said from the start that I’m not going to sugar coat things. I wrote these songs in the over the last few years and they were where I was at. If you don’t like being painted as  the bad guy then you should have thought about that before you did it to me.”

“I don’t know what to say to that. I didn’t mean to make you look bad. I was just telling my truth.”

“And you get your truth Harry. I hurt you and I left and I fucked up. But you didn’t call and you didn’t ask enough questions and there are a thousand things we could both do differently if we could go back. But we can’t.”

I softened at her words--she had a point. My truth was my truth. But she had hers, and it wasn’t any less valuable or important. As the thought crossed my mind, I understood what Hilary wanted for us.

She always said this thing about fighting being better than nothing. At least we were communicating.

So sure--I was nervous about her album because it basically put mine on trial. It told her story  and in some places that matched mine and in others it didn’t. But I guess that’s the beautiful thing about love, right? It looks different depending on the light you put it in. 

They were older songs, meaning the words weren’t a description of her current feelings. I had figured that--I mean, she said most of the songs were old and about our downfall. But that didn’t stop the thoughts in my head of how embarrassing it would be to have people hear it. 

“I just don’t want people to think that this is still how you feel.”

She shook her head, emotion on her face as she shifted on her feet. “It’s not how I feel. It’s how I felt. Past tense.”

NOW - Day 1826

Margot wore a blue dress. Her hair was curled and her lips were painted a bright shade of red. It was the good lipstick--the one that didn’t get on mine when we kissed. I had Bonnie to thank for that.

Her whole family was there and people from the label were there and Niall came into town for it. There was food and drinks and Pete shook my hand as if he knew that his step-daughter put me through the ringer. 

She made a speech and she thanked everyone for standing by her. She thanked Nick for letting her break the rules and she thanked Sinead for always reminding her of what the rules were in the first place. She didn’t address me in front of everyone--Claire had warned that it might not be the smartest.

So when we sat in the car at the end of the night, Margot checked her phone to see just how unexpected it was. She’d removed her shoes and she had her feet in my lap. “It’s trending--my  social is too busy to even really look at.” She clicked it shut and closed her eyes for a second. “Nick will tell me all the numbers in the morning.”

I smiled a bit at her--that was a change of tune. Old Margot would have demanded the numbers  immediately. She would  stay up and wait for them to come in. She’d pace the living room at the  end of the week to find out how the release would be qualified.

We climbed up the stairs in her quiet house and climbed into bed. She thanked me for loving her and standing by her and I thanked her for giving us a second chance. She fell asleep quickly,  and I knew that the morning wouldn’t be as quiet and peaceful as it was right now.

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