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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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make you miss me (bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this has been in my head for days. it turned into the longest thing i’ve ever written without even trying. tis my babyyyyyyy be nice

inspired by “make you miss me” by sam hunt

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warnings: reckless & underage drinking, references to hooking up but nothing explicit, making out, swearing (dude i say the f word at least 16 times), rooster is a cocky, suggestive shit but what else is new, rooster would never take advantage of a drunk woman because his momma raised him right, rooster don’t believe in that toxic masculinity shit he is a CRIER, we don’t get told when rooster’s papers got pulled so i made it up, i grew up near the miramar base and i still don’t know shit about how the military works, when my friend reads this i hope she appreciates my references to ABBA, Amelia is just always at the bar because i said so

word count: 8,053

You’d met Rooster your first year of college. You had come out to San Diego for school with no expectations of what you might find. You were on your own, independent for the first time in your life and you were determined to find yourself. You wanted to let loose and experience college in its fullest, which meant going to parties and hooking up with boys and getting drunk on the weekends and everything else others’ tales of college promised. So when your new room mate invited you out to a bonfire at the beach that night, you knew you’d be a fool to pass it up. You went with her, giggling as you got to the beach, having already pregamed in your dorm before arriving. A drink was thrust into your hand as you arrived to the group and mingled around with the people there. You were beginning to get more than tipsy when your room mate grabbed your arm. You looked at her in confusion, but quickly understood. At the edge of the party stood a group of boys who were far more attractive than your average college student. You bit your lip as you locked eyes with the brunette of the group who's eyes warmed your soul. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he pushed them up as he made your way to you. Your room mate drunkenly squealed as he walked over, hitting your arm. You had to admit, whoever this man was, he was fine. And honestly, this would make for a memorable first college hook-up. “Ladies.” He greeted, lowering his glasses so he could send your room mate a wink. You laughed, taking another sip of your drink. You frowned, realizing it was the last of it, and your room mate realized she was out too.

"Don’t worry, I’ll grab another round.” She slurred, and she clumsily moved away to grab more. You went to protest but between the alcohol making your brain fuzzy, the fine man standing in front of you, and the fact that she was long gone, you ended up just standing there with your mouth gapping like a fish.

“You’ll catch flies standing there with your mouth opening like that.” You turned to face the boy in front of you and he leaned closer, gently shutting your mouth. “And we can’t have that because it’s such a pretty mouth.” You blushed, turning away from the man. God, you wished you had more liquid courage. “Hey, don’t look away from me like that. I like to admire your pretty face.” You blushed harder, sure your face was fire truck red, and the alcohol coursing its way through your system was not helping.

“Well, if you’re gonna be flirting with me so openly, can I at least know your name?” He chuckled.

“Rooster.” The boy responded and you raised an eyebrow. He laughed harder at your expression. “It’s my callsign. And what do they call you?”

“I’m gonna pretend I know what a callsign is.” You muttered, causing Rooster to laugh. “I’m (Y/N).” You offered, holding out a hand.

“A handshake, eh?” You blushed but he gave you one in return nonetheless. “(Y/N).” He said, trying the name out on his tongue. “Never moaned that name in bed before.” You turned scarlet at that comment and were thankful another girl you’d been talking to earlier in the night showed up with a drink.

“Your room mate is next level wasty so here’s this.” She said, handing you the drink. You laughed and thanked her as she disappeared back into the crowd. You took a sip as Rooster frowned.

“How much have you been drinking?” He asked as you took another long sip to prepare yourself for the fact that you were probably going to end up hooking up with this fine-ass man in front of you.

“Enough.” You said, shrugging.

“Is this your first college party?” You groaned, leaning your head up against his-wow he was muscular- arm.

“That obvious?” You mumbled.

“Only to a trained eye like mine.” He teased. “Here, let’s go somewhere quieter.” He took your hand, gently guiding you to a picnic table a little farther up the beach.

“Do you always hold the hands of the girls you’re trying to hook up with?” He laughed, but gave no answer. God, you could get used to hearing that sound. He sat down on the bench, and you settled yourself in his lap. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling off. You were quickly passing tipsy into drunk territory, and it was obvious. The two of you began to talk as the sun set on the horizon, the darkness of night quickly approaching. The bonfire was still raging but you paid them little mind, enraptured with the handsome, and as you learned, sweet boy who's lap you were sat in. You shivered as a breeze ran up the beach, and Rooster gave his jacket to you. You protested, but he wordlessly placed it around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence and you were overwhelmed with how much you genuinely liked Rooster. And how much you wanted to kiss him. He looked at you, staring deep into your eyes, and you began to feel what you could only describe as a spark, something you thought only existed in romance movies. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as your fingers rested on his jaw, rubbing small circles into the skin. “I really want to kiss you.” You whispered, causing Rooster to suck in a sharp breath. The moment was ruined, however, by your roommate appearing suddenly, her boyfriend in tow. She was a local girl and her boyfriend had been designated driver for the night.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Nick said, and you shook your head, arms now casually wrapped around Rooster’s neck and shoulders. He had a hand gently placed on the small of your back and the other was draped across your legs. “Sam’s wasted, so I’m taking her home. You good to make sure she gets home?” Nick asked, and you realized he was talking to Rooster. He nodded. You looked back to Nick.

“The two of you know each other?” You asked and the boys nodded.

“Bradley and I went to high school together. You’re in good hands.”

“Bradley?” You questioned, turning back to the brunette. He smiled softly at you. Nick bid you goodbye, all but carrying Sam to his car. Homegirl was not capable of making it back there without injuring herself, that’s for sure. You turned back to Rooster.

“It’s getting late; I should probably get you home soon.” He said, moving to pull you off his lap.

“I thought you were trying to hook up with me.” You whined, resting your head in the nook of his shoulder.

“You’re drunk.” He stated.

“Am not.” You mumbled into his shoulder, even though you definitely were. He laughed lightly.

“This is your first college party, and your first time consuming alcohol and you’ve had way more than you should for your first time drinking. You said so yourself.” You shrugged.

“So?”

“So, my mom raised me right. I’m not hooking up with you, not while you’ve been drinking. I won’t take advantage of you.” He said seriously and as much as it warmed your heart to know there were still good guys out there, you were more than slightly disappointed to know that once Rooster took you home, you’d never see him again. And damn it, you really liked the guy. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“No, I just- I really like spending time with you. And I know that once you take me home, it’ll be the last time I see you.” You said, threading his fingers through his hair.

“Who says it has to be?” He asked, and you looked at him. “Here, how about this: I take you to go get some food because otherwise your hangover is gonna suck ass in the morning, and it’ll help sober you up. And in the morning, when you’re sober and of clearer mind, we can talk then.” You groaned, falling back into his shoulder.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn nice?” He chuckled. “Can I at least still kiss you?”

He shook his head. “Sorry babe, but I’m not letting you do something you might regret.” You groaned again.

“Like I’d regret kissing a handsome man like you.” He chuckled, pulling you off his lap.

“We’ll raincheck the kiss for another day then.”

“Promise?” You asked, childishly. Yep, you were definitely still drunk. He laughed, grabbing your hand, effectively pulling you into his side, and squeezed it.

“Promise.”

Rooster took you to get In’N’Out, a California must-try he insisted upon. The two of you sat in his car eating the food in the parking lot in a comfortable silence. Once you finished, he began the trek back to campus and you settled into his passenger seat, enjoying the cool breeze and city lights. You had sobered up a bit, but were still definitely tipsy, so you missed the way Rooster looked over fondly at you as he drove. He returned you to your dorm, walking you up to your room as you realized you were dead tired. You all but collapsed into bed, Rooster chuckling. He pulled the covers over you, tucking you in. You remember him pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered as you fell asleep.

You awoke the next morning with a groan, realizing your phone was buzzing. Nick. You answered it, holding it up to your ear. “Hello?” You asked groggily, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes as the headache came rolling in.

“You alive?”

“Unfortunately. I’ve got a killer headache.”

“Not surprising, you drank half of what Sam did last night. Speaking of which, we’re going to get breakfast from this burrito place, down the road from campus. Best thing for hangovers. You back in the dorm or did you go home with Bradley?” You shook your head, even though Nick couldn’t see you.

“No, he wouldn’t let me. Said he wouldn’t take advantage of me while I was drunk. Took me to get In’N’Out instead to help my hangover.”

“Boy always was a gentleman. Anyways, you want to come with?”

“Yeah, just give me like twenty minutes to drink some water and down some Advil. And change clothes. Apparently I fell asleep in the ones from last night.” He laughed as you sat up.

“No problem, I’ve gotta convince Sam she won’t puke if she faces direct sunlight.”

“Okay, see you in a little bit.” The call ended. Nick was roughly two years older than you and Sam. The two of them had been high school sweethearts and she’d followed him to his college. He’d been nice to you ever since you’d met your roommate a few days ago during orientation, which you appreciated. You didn’t have any other friends in the city so the kind gesture meant the world to you. You hopped down off your bed, pulling a fresh pair of clothes on. You noticed on your desk was your bottle of Advil and a water bottle from the vending machine down the hallway. There was a sticky note placed next to it and you picked it up to read it as you downed the Advil and water.

For your inevitable hangover.

Text me that you’re alive in the morning

-Rooster

He’d left his phone number on the sticky note and you pulled out your phone to text him when you caught the writing at the bottom, scribbled in such a way that you thought it might have been written in a last-second haste.

For the record, I wanted to kiss you too

You blushed at that and felt your heart swell. Even though you’d been drunk last night, you remembered all of it. Smiling like goofball, you sent him a text that said hey I’m alive. The bubble almost immediately appeared.

good to hear :)

The bubble popped up again.

Any signs of a hangover?

killer headache but the Advil will help

thank you by the way

of course

any pieces of the night missing?

not a one

The bubble popped up and then disappeared. A minute later, it reappeared.

still want to raincheck that kiss? i’d like to take you on a proper date

only if you want to

of course i want to

when are you free?

And so that’s how it began. Although Rooster did kiss you on that first date, the two of you settled into a genuine, comfortable friendship that... wasn’t entirely platonic. No matter how much your friends teased you about having romantic feelings for the brunette, you knew he had huge military aspirations and you didn’t intend to stay in California after graduating. You insisted that you would rather keep your friendship with the boy than blur those boundaries by falling into bed with him or starting a relationship. That’s when things could get messy and you didn’t want messy. Even if your heart ached whenever you heard him talking about a girl or longed for the boy in front of you to be Rooster instead every time you went on a date, you never did anything about your feelings. He was your best friend and you wanted it to stay that way because best friend was safe, and you needed safe. The two of you danced around your feelings, never addressing the situation between the two of you. And it stayed that way for the next two years, until, well, until everything changed.

It wasn’t any different from any other night. Well, it hadn’t been. Rooster had come over to watch movies with you after a particularly bad fight with your Mom about why you weren’t coming home for the summer. It was late and he was dancing with you in your kitchen to ABBA as you insisted on making more popcorn. The two of you laughed through your atrocious dance moves and you felt at peace. He caught you as you stumbled over your feet. You laughed, looking up at him. And suddenly the mood had changed, the spark you had felt that first night appearing again. “I really want to kiss you.” He whispered and you felt time stop.

“So do it.” He did, cupping your face in his hands. The microwave beeped, but the popcorn and music had been long forgotten as you focused on the soft yet hungry way Rooster kissed you. Your fingers threaded up into his hair, pulling him closer. His hands moved down to your waist. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his hands roam down your waist and onto your ass. He squeezed it and you giggled into the kiss. Your hands found their way up his shirt, running over his finely molded body. He finally pulled away, trying to catch his breath as you whined about the loss of contact.

“We should go to your bedroom.” Rooster said, and you nodded. He picked you up, carrying you to bedroom. He set you gently down on the bed and you grabbed his shirt to pull him back towards you, intent on continuing the make-out session that had been happening. He hesitated as he hovered on the bed above you.

“What?” You asked gently.

“Are you sure? That you want to do this?” You nodded. “Because I mean if not, we can forget about it, go back to being friends, but fuck, (Y/N), if we do this, I can’t go back to being just friends. I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel the way I do for you.” He whispered, leaning his forehead to rest against yours.

“I’m sure I want this. I’ve wanted this for two years, since that night on the beach.”

“Then we’ve been wasting a lot of time.”

The next morning you woke up to Rooster laying next to you, smiling at you softly. You blushed. “Stop looking at me like that.” You groaned half-heartedly, hiding yourself under the covers. “Makes my heart do weird things.” He chuckled, pulling the comforter from off your face.

“Don’t do that, then I can’t look at your pretty face.” You blushed even harder, but smiled at the boy nonetheless. His arm shot out to your waist, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer to him. Your legs slotted between his, and softly began to trace invisible patterns into his bare skin as he moved his fingers through your hair. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before you decided to bring up what had happened. Last night certainly wasn’t something friends did, and neither was this. You needed to address it here and now, or the two of you never would. “Hey, where’d you go?” He asked, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours. You sighed, biting your lip.

“We need to talk about last night. About this.” His fingers slowed in your hair as he propped himself up against the pillows. You pushed yourself into a seated position, but your legs were still entangled with his. His hand was placed on your thigh, rubbing soft circles into the skin.

“Do you regret it?” He asked, a note of fear in his voice. He wouldn’t meet your eye. You shook your head.

“Not at all.” He let out a sigh of relief you didn’t think he knew he was holding. “Do you?” He shook his head.

“I don’t want that to be our last time doing it.”

“Neither do I.”

“But I can’t do something casual. You- you mean a lot to me, and my feelings for you are a lot more than just casual.” He said, looking at you seriously. You’d be honest, commitment scared the shit out of you. You also didn’t want to lose him if things went south. His hand never stopped its movements, grounding you as you looked at him. You took a deep breath.

“I just.. don’t want to lose you if this doesn’t work out. You’re my best friend.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“When have you ever known me to break a promise?” You looked him.

“Rooster, I’m being serious.”

“(Y/N), so am I. We’ll figure it out.”

“Don’t break my heart.” You whispered. He shook his head.

“I don’t plan on it.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable relationship after that. You decided not to tell your friends for the first little while, to explore the shift in your relationship privately, but after wearing his jacket to one too many events and smiling at your phone too often, and someone catching you holding hands under the table at a group dinner, your friends realized things had changed. Nobody said anything, smiled and shook their heads, but you were glad that Rooster would kiss you in public and hold your hand and tease you and make suggestive remarks and know he was the one you got to go home to every night. Somewhere along the way, you realized Rooster was it for you, but you were only six months in and didn’t want to fuck it up. But God, you wished you had told him because then maybe he would’ve stayed.

Everything came tumbling down all too soon. It’d been about six, maybe seven, months since that night you’d hooked up with the cocky brunette and things couldn’t have been better. He’d finally sent in his papers for the Naval Academy and the two of you had discussed and accepted the possibility of doing long distance. You’d figure it out, as Rooster always said. Rooster had been thrilled about sending his application in, happy to start following in his dad’s footsteps. You’d met Maverick, his dad’s best friend, on more than few occasions, and Maverick had given you a knowing smile when the two of you walked in holding hands for the first time after officially getting together. You were at a military barbecue and Maverick had corned you in the kitchen of some military officials house later that night. “Take care of him.” He’d said. Maverick really cared about Rooster, had clearly raised Rooster as his own, which is why you never expected him to do what he did.

You still weren’t certain how Rooster had found out but through some military connection or another, Rooster found out Maverick had pulled his papers from the Naval Academy. Not only was Rooster angry, rightfully so, but he was devastated. He’d shown up at your place, crying. You were confused, but pulled him into the house and to the couch where he told you what Maverick had done. His hands were shaking as he explained how he’d have to start over, how his career had been set back by years, how his dreams of reaching TOPGUN like his dad were shot, how angry he was. Your heart broke for the boy, unsure what you could offer him other than your love and support as you rubbed his back. You wanted to rip Maverick a new one, knew Maverick knew exactly what he had just done to Rooster, but also knew it wouldn’t accomplish anything. If Maverick had done it, he’d clearly had a reason. At the end of it all, Rooster whispered words you didn’t want to hear. “I have to get out of San Diego.” He muttered. Your hand froze. “I don’t want to even be in the same state as him.” You opened your mouth to say something but the boy kept going. “I’ll join the Navy some other way, figure something out.” He said, shaking his head. He seemed set in his decision. You stared at him, hand sitting on the nape of his neck, heart breaking. He was going to leave you and hadn’t even given it a second thought.

Rooster essentially disappeared after that. You figured he had been in San Diego for a few weeks more, tying up loose ends, but you had no way of knowing for certain. You didn’t see or hear from him again and it broke your heart. You always held out hope that maybe he just needed some space from what Maverick had done and would come back to you, but he stayed gone. The line had clearly been drawn in the sand about where the two of you stood. You were heartsick for a man who didn’t want you, but eventually you made your peace with what had happened. You didn’t see Maverick again and quite frankly you didn’t want to. If you saw that man, you couldn’t be held responsible for what you said because his actions had consequences that extended far outside of his relationship with Rooster.

Ultimately though, you let your past go and began to build a new future, one that didn’t include Rooster. You finished college, and had decided to stay in San Diego, falling in love with the city and the state. You worked as a bartender after you graduated and eventually found your way to Penny’s bar. It hurt that piece of you that you tried to keep buried down low to be surrounded by military folk, and especially the TOPGUN students, but you had to suck it up. Penny paid well and the cost of living in San Diego rose every year, and quite frankly you were long over having room mates.

Penny had gotten it out of you one night, when it had been slow and late, as to why you were so averse to any of the TOPGUN students flirting with you. You wore down, telling her about Rooster, your relationship, what had gone down with Maverick, and how Rooster had essentially disappeared like a ghost from your life. She looked at you, frowning. In return, she’d explained her old flame with Maverick, her failed marriage, and you remember very vividly, how she bit her lip, hesitating.

“What?”

“Bradley went through the TOPGUN program.” You stared at her, not sure if you wanted to be hearing this kind of information about him. He'd been here, been so close, and he hadn’t even called, tried to reach out? You were still holding out your heart for a man who proved time and time again he didn’t want it. You were a fool, as always. “About three or four years ago. He’s been out on long deployments since graduating. Left for the latest one about a week before you started working here.” A week? A week. You’d missed him by a week. Great. “I’m sorry (Y/N). For what he did. For what Maverick did.” You sighed, shrugging.

“I just miss him. I mean yeah, he broke my heart, but I just miss my best friend.” The woman pulled you into a tight hug, and for the first time in the years since Bradley had disappeared, you cried about losing him.

You wandered into Penny’s for a drink. It was your day off but quite frankly, you missed Amelia, who was a constant visitor of the bar as Penny’s daughter and sitting alone in your apartment drove you nuts. Wasn’t good for you, you would always say. You would think if you had too much time, and thinking meant memories of Rooster would resurface, and you didn’t want that. You stepped inside the bar, and were greeted to the sound of a voice you were sure you’d never hear again. You pushed the sunglasses up onto your head to be sure but there he was, the ghost from your past. He was surrounded by a group of people and had the bar singing to Great Balls of Fire. You’d missed the sound of him singing but also hearing it again made you want to break into a run.

You spotted Amelia in her usual seat at the bar and you sidled up next to her. She smiled at you and you frowned as you spotted Maverick talking to her mother. Why was he back? Last you heard, he was across the country testing new planes for the Navy. “Why’s Maverick here?” You asked, looking at Amelia. She shrugged as Great Balls of Fire came to an end. The group that had been occupying the piano made their way to the bar, clearly ready for another round. You recognized Payback and Fanboy as part of the group, who had been stateside for a few months now. No one else though. Aside from Rooster of course. But if he was stateside... he was here for a reason. And that made you sick to your stomach to think about what the Navy was asking him to do.

“Tyler, another round for all of us.” Rooster said to your fellow bartender and he nodded, uncapping the beers for the group. “And, uh, get one for the pretty lady.” Rooster said, motioning to you. You turned to him and you didn’t miss the subtle way his body slunk back at the ice in your look.

“I work here Bradshaw, I think I’m fully capable of getting my own beer.” You stated coldly, moving behind the bar to grab the drink. You didn’t even want the beer but you wanted to prove a point. You noted how his friends were paying extra attention to what was happening, particularly Fanboy and Payback. His eyes widened and he coughed, clearing his throat. His stupid aviators were still on his stupid face with his stupid mustache and his stupid Hawaiian shirt and- God when had you gotten so angry at him? “Ooo, I’ve been demoted to Bradshaw? Ouch.” You sneered at him but he remained firm. “I think maybe we should have a conversation.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You stated, steel in your voice.

“And why not?” He challenged, ever the stubborn asshole.

“If you wanted to have a conversation, we could’ve had one before you took off years ago.” You made to leave the bar, giving Amelia a quick hug.

“You still covering my shift tomorrow?” Tyler called. You nodded, raising your beer in acknowledgement.

“And helping me study for my History test?” Amelia asked and you nodded.

“Of course.” You said, tipping an invisible cowboy hat at her. She giggled and you smiled, making your way out of the bar. You adored Amelia and since you weren’t as close to your family since you had moved, she had been like your sister. Despite the noise in the bar, you didn’t move quick enough to miss Rooster’s friends start in on him on the conversation they’d witnessed. You moved down to the beach that Penny’s bar sat on and prayed Rooster didn’t follow you out here. Your heart was racing with having seen him, and to be at such odds with him felt foreign and wrong. You just wanted to be back in his arms, tell him everything he’d missed, laugh with him again, but he’d made it clear time and time again he didn’t want you. You wouldn’t let him make a fool of you any longer. Who you didn’t expect to follow you was Maverick. He wordlessly settled himself next to you in the sand and you cast an equally icy glare towards him, which he ignored. Of course he did. Fucking asshole.

“That didn’t look like the two of you are still together.” He said, gaze set firmly on the horizon until he realized you weren’t gonna answer him. “(Y/N).”

“Didn’t realize it was any of your business.” He looked at you and sighed.

“Look, Rooster and I had a falling out. I admittedly don’t know what’s been going on in his life.” You shrugged.

“Neither do I.” You said, making eye contact with Maverick. You took a sip of your beer. “Your fucking fault we broke up in the first place.” You muttered.

“My fault?” He questioned.

“Yes! You pulled his fucking papers from the Naval Academy and he disappeared without another fucking word! If you hadn’t done that, everything would be fine and he and I would still be together.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that! Rooster was fucking it for me Maverick!” He looked at you and opened his mouth but you didn’t give him a chance. “But you pulled his papers for some god forsaken reason only known to you and the fucking universe and it cost me everything.” You sighed, standing up. You wanted to spend another second sitting next to Maverick like you wanted a fork in your eyeball, which honestly sounded preferable at this point.

“(Y/N).” He called.

“Go to hell Maverick.” You called back, trudging your way back up the beach to your car. You didn’t see Rooster leaning up against the door of the Hard Deck watching you.

Over the next week and a half, you got to know the elite team the Navy put together for whatever life-risking mission they had now. You knew Fanboy and Payback of course, but you appreciated Bob’s kindness and Phoenix’s sharp wit. Hangman, on the other hand, was a literal pain in your ass with an endless stream of flirting. Typical of TOPGUN pilots. Their egos were usually a bit too big for them. Rooster made a point to not come in to the bar when you were working and you appreciated it, even though you wouldn’t tell anyone that. You wanted to simultaneously smack and kiss Rooster and you weren’t sure which urge would win out. You turned your opening playlist on as you began your opening duties. Amelia was sat at the bar, doing homework as you serenaded her and danced around the bar. You were still a horrible dancer but Amelia got a kick out of it so you’d continue to do so. Payback and Fanboy wandered in, looking worse for wear. “Boys, we’re closed.” You called, smiling at them, but pulling out two beers nonetheless. They took their seats at the bar and began to barter with you about getting their drinks for the night for free, which meant it was going to be a rowdy one for the group. You waved to Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman as they walked in, laughing at the two of them. “Boys, if I gave you alcohol for free every time you told me you were going to die on a mission, Penny would fire me.”

“She can’t fire you, you’re my favorite bartender!” Amelia exclaimed and you laughed.

“Well, you know what you can do for us?” Fanboy asked. You shrugged.

“What?”

“Make up with Rooster.” Payback stated and you groaned, giving them a look.

“No. Not a chance in hell. And I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that and dance away.” You said, moving to the ABBA song now playing.

“Oh come on, tell us what happened between you and Rooster. We’re dying to know.” Hangman said and you shook your head, covering your ears.

“Young and sweet, only seventeen” You sang.

“Penny should fire you for those atrocious dance moves.” Payback remarked and you flipped him the bird, continuing to sing along to the song.

“ABBA is better than the straight Taylor Swift she was playing earlier.” Amelia piped up.

“Hey, don’t come for my girl Taylor like that.” You said, no real edge to your voice.

“Do you like Taylor because she was the only thing you listened to when you and Rooster broke up?” Amelia asked and you whipped around to face her.

“Don’t call me out like that!” You whined and she laughed.

“What did happen between you and Rooster?” Phoenix asked, leaning up against the bar. You shrugged.

“Nobody’s business but ours.” She sighed.

“I just think that- well-” She said, turning to Bob, who startled and realized it was his turn to talk.

“Well, we just think that the two of you might like to hash out anything you need to before we all die.” Bob said the statement with such simplicity and finality that you narrowed your eyes and moved back towards the team.

“Okay, I know you can’t give me details but how likely is it that you’re going to die on this mission? Like usual, anyone might die at any time in this line of work or?”

“Almost certain.” Bob said, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“It’s pretty much guaranteed.” Hangman said flatly. You sighed and rubbed your temple.

“Fine. Fine. If Rooster so happens to be at the bar when I get off at 7, I would not be so opposed to having a conversation with him, if only to get the closure I need and put out any unsaid feelings onto the table, lest he dies.” The team cheered and you groaned. You were gonna end up regretting this.

Rooster appeared into the bar at 6:58 and you felt sick to your stomach as you thought about the conversation you were about to have with him. Tyler patted your shoulder as you grabbed two beers. He gave you a thumbs up as you slid one across the table to Rooster and motioned to outside the bar. You were all too aware that the team’s eyes were following the pair of you. The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence, watching the waves roll in. “God, where did we go wrong?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you serious? You’re kidding me right?” He looked at you and shrugged. “I’ll tell you where we went wrong. You disappeared into the sunset like some fucking cowboy after Maverick pulled your papers, never to be heard from him again. That’s where we went wrong.” He looked at you, but didn’t respond. “Meanwhile I was left here, without a boyfriend or an explanation. You broke my fucking heart. I waited for you to come back and wrote you letters I would never send you, and God, I still have your fucking jacket because I missed you so damn bad I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I would wear your fucking shirt on nights when I couldn’t bear the pain of missing you anymore and sometimes when my phone rings at night, I still think it’s going to be you calling me.” He settled against the wall, and you looked at him. He had a cocky smirk on his face and you wanted to smack it off. You were seeing red, not understanding how the boy couldn’t see how he had hurt you.

“So, you missed me.” You stood up to move back inside the bar and away from him.

“You’re a fucking asshole. Nothing’s changed.” His arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, effectively cutting you off from leaving. His grip was firm, but not tight enough that you couldn’t leave if you really wanted too.

“Hey-” He started, but you felt everything you’d kept bottled up for years come tumbling out before he could say anything.

“Of course I fucking missed you. You were it for me Bradley and you were wrapped up in your own feelings and couldn’t see it. You took off without a second thought to me. And now, we’re here trying to have a conversation to hash everything out because there’s a really good chance you’re going to die in a couple of days-” And oh god, here came the tears, don’t do this right now “-and you’re still being a fucking asshole! It’s great that nothing hurts you Rooster, because you’ve hurt other people. Primarily me. But you can’t even own up to it because you’re still being a cocky piece of shit. Just like you always have been, just like you always be.” And you were crying. Great. The concern was evident in his brown orbs as he stood up to match you. His hand was still around your wrist but you’d had enough. You pulled away from him. “I’m done.” You stated dryly, swallowing back the tears. You moved away from him and ignored any of his protests and pleas and calls as you made your way back to your car, trying to not break down with Rooster so close. You pulled out of the parking lot and further down the road so you could have the proper breakdown you deserved. You hit your steering wheel and then collapsed over it, sobbing. You were hit by a hurricane of emotions, feeling everything all at once. You were angry at Rooster for leaving, angry at him for coming back, hurt for how nonchalant he was about it all, angry he wouldn’t take accountability, and above all, devastated and terrified that that was probably the last time the two of you would have a conversation before he was sent on a mission he was expected to die on. He was going to die and that was how you would remember the last conversation you’d ever have with Bradley Bradshaw.

You felt sick. In fact, you were sick. You had heard from Penny, who apparently re-sparked her old flame with Maverick, that today was the day of the mission. And you hadn’t slept in days. You were buzzing with anxious energy, afraid of the call you were going to get from her once she got news of the results. You’d been throwing up all morning, overridden with guilt of how you left things with Rooster. Even if you were angry at him, you didn’t want him to die and certainly not dying thinking you hated him. You still loved the boy, more than you should, and as you emptied nothing but the acid in your stomach, you swore you’d fix it. Sit on the beach with him for however long it took until the two of you got back to that place again. You prayed and hoped that whatever God was out there was listening and would bring him home so the two of you could have a second chance. Your phone rang, and you jumped. It was Penny. You frantically answered it, biting your lip. “Hello?” You asked, nervously toying with your shirt.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“I’ve thrown up three times this morning.” You stated bluntly and she sighed.

“Listen, Rooster stopped by the bar last night, wanted me to tell you something.”

“Yeah?” You asked, sucking in a deep breath.

“He said that he still loves you and wants to fix things with you when you get back. Said that he promises he’s going to come back to you and that he doesn’t break promises.”

It’d been three days since the team had successfully completed the mission. You’d been keeping away from the bar, getting shifts covered when you could. You knew you and Rooster needed to have a conversation but you were terrified. Terrified the things he had said to Penny had only been said out of fear of death, that now that he was good and alive, he didn’t want to fix things with you. You were also terrified that things were unfixable, that that the two of you would come to the conclusion that too much had been done and too much had been left unsaid for the two of you to ever have a future together. You stopped into the bar to grab something and waved to Amelia who was sat at the bar. “Where’s your Mom?” You asked, leaning up on the bar opposite her.

“With Maverick.” Rooster said from beside you and you nearly jumped. You turned to take him in, the first time seeing him since they’d returned.

“Jesus fuck, what happened to your eye?” You asked, putting a hand up to his face.

“Oh, Maverick punched me for saving his life.”

“What the fuck?” You whispered, finger carefully outlining the bruise as Rooster winced. “That’s the most Maverick thing Maverick’s ever Mavericked.” Rooster laughed. “Speak of Maverick, I yelled at him the other day.”

“Oh yeah I heard about that.” He remarked and you winced.

“Yeah, I should probably apologize.” He shrugged.

“Maverick doesn’t think you were exactly wrong.” You looked at Rooster. “We should talk.” You sighed. “(Y/N), we need to talk.”

“Can’t avoid it forever.” Amelia stated, not looking up from her homework. You rolled your eyes but took Rooster’s hand nonetheless.

“Lead the way.” Rooster chuckled, leading you out of the bar.

“God, I feel like every time I’m on the beach lately I end up yelling at someone.”You said as the two of you settled on the sand. Rooster laughed again and your chest hurt with how glad you were to hear that sound again. “You okay?” You asked, worry clear in your voice.

“Aside from the nice black eye Maverick gave me, and all the expected injuries, I walked away largely unscathed.” He stated. “Got real lucky.” You nodded, noting how your hand was still intertwined with his.

“I don’t even know what happened up there.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Hangman hasn’t regaled you with the story of how he saved me and Maverick’s life at least six times yet?” You laughed.

“Nah, been avoiding the bar since you guys got back.”

“I did notice that. Wanna tell me why?” You shrugged.

“We needed to talk and I wanted to let you enjoy the celebrations. Didn’t feel right.”

“I wish you had been there.” He stated. “You were the first person I looked for when I came back.” He stated it with such honest sincerity that any last reserves you had went tumbling down and the dam broke open. You collapsed into Rooster, shoulders heaving as you sobbed. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Rooster I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that before you almost died and that you were going to die thinking I hated you, and I’m such a fucking asshole for literally sobbing about this right now and making it about me when you literally just almost died-”

“Okay, whoa. It’s been an emotional few weeks for everyone, you included. I think you’re allowed to have a good cry or two about it. And I deserved the yelling because you’re right that I was being a cocky piece of shit. Yeah, the timing wasn’t great, but is the timing ever great when your ex-boyfriend shows up out of the blue to train for a mission he’s not expected to come back alive from?” You shrugged.

“Still feel like a piece of shit. Threw up all morning the day you guys left because of how guilty I felt.” He rubbed small circles into your waist, the all-too-familiar gesture bringing you waves of relief and comfort. This was fixable. You guys could figure it out, always did.

“You’re not a piece of shit. If anybody’s a piece of shit, it’s me for leaving without telling you and then coming back to TOPGUN without also telling you.”

“Why did you leave? Bradley, I would’ve followed you around to the ends of the fucking Earth if you asked me.” He nodded.

“I know. I just- I panicked. I saw red after Maverick pulled my papers and you were right that I didn’t think about anybody but myself. What I did, it haunted me. Nobody was ever you. When I got accepted to the TOPGUN program, I thought about calling you every night. Came close to it a few times too. But I just- I knew disappearing had hurt you and I didn’t want to hurt you more by showing back up. I was selfish for what I did, disappearing like that, and I knew coming back would be even more selfish of me. I figured you’d graduated and settled down with somebody else, maybe had kids, and I just- I just couldn’t come back into your life and do that to you. I knew that you would’ve given up everything had I asked you too and I would’ve too, because I was selfish, but I also knew I’d never forgive myself if I did. The guilt would’ve ate at me alive everyday until it destroyed us so I just- didn’t come back.” His eyes bore so much honest sincerity you felt yourself falling in love with him all over again. He pulled his hands away from your body to press his palms to his eyes, clearly trying to stop the tears that were overtaking him. It failed and you pulled his hands away from his face. You took them in your own and rubbed your fingers over his knuckles, looking earnestly at the boy.

“You silly boy, don’t realize it’s always only ever been you? That’s it’s only ever going to be you that I want?” He squeezed your hands, acknowledging your statement.

“I didn’t expect to see you at the Hard Deck that night, I really didn’t. And the ‘cocky asshole’ shit was just a front because I was just dying to bring you close to me and laugh all night long with you but I also knew it wasn’t my place anymore and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Bradley...” You whispered, leaning to rest your forehead against his.

“I should’ve just told you that I was still in love with you, that I had never stopped. You were it for me too and I- I don’t want to go another day living the life I’ve lived since I left, the one where I don’t get to go home to you at night. I want to fix this, if you’ll let me. I promise we’ll figure it out, just... give me one more chance. God knows I don’t deserve it but I am begging you, please. One more chance.”

“I’d give you every chance in the world if it meant you wouldn’t leave again.”

“I’m never leaving again baby, so long as you want me here. I’m never letting you go again.”

“I want you here for a long time.” You whispered. Rooster cupped your face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled at him after he pulled away. “Missed that.” You said softly and he returned the grin.

“Missed you.”

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hi!! it’s lee kenny anon again, tysm for your sweet reply to my message!! you’re so kind 😭💗 i thought i’ll leave a request for when requests open back up again, if that’s okay!! sorry if this is too much 😭

maybe kenny is trying to cheer up butters, and they end up breaking out into a tickle fight! they sound like they would be so cute together!! can be shippy or non shippy, whichever you prefer! i personally love bunny but i’m fine either way <33

tysm for reading, please feel free to take all the time you need! or feel free to change any part of this or just reject this, no worries!! thank you!! 💗💗

Sorry this is late guys, I've been a little busy! I hope you like this :0

WARNINGS: None! Just tickles :) they are 9 years old in this!!

He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses (Lee Butters/Ler Kenny)

Butters is having second thoughts about his appearance and how he feels about dressing up as Marjorine. Kenny cheers him up a little :)

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"Hey Butterms!" Kenny McCormick stepped through Butters's bedroom door without knocking. They had grown close enough to where they could step into each other's homes and share each other's privacy. According to Cartman, they were best friends after all.

Kenny walked in on Butters at a bad time, however. Butters sat on his bed hugging a stuffed animal while wiping at his face. Kenny cocked his head in curiosity. The curtains were shuttered closed and his room was a bit untidy. It seemed Butters didn't hear Kenny walking into his room.

"Butterms? Youm omkay?" Kenny called out. Butters head whipped to the right as he cleaned his face up immediately. He sniffled as he put on a friendly smile, despite his pink narrowed eyes.

"O-Oh! Hiya Ken! I uh- I-I'm just listening to Taylor Swift again! You know she always gets me." Butters held up his phone, but no song seemed to be playing. Kenny didn't respond as he simply watched Butters fidget with his hands.

"Ahem- So! What do you wanna do? We can color, we-we can play trucks!" Butters suggested. Kenny walked up to the bed and put a supportive hand on Butters knee.

"Youm omkay Butterms? Youm can tell me anything." Kenny said. Butters turned his gaze down, his happy facade fading. He started to fidget with his hands.

"W-Well...I don't quite know how to say this..." Kenny waited patiently while Butters mustered up his courage. Butters knew he could share anything with Kenny, but how much was anything?

"Um, r-remember when I dressed up as Marjorine that one time? To go to the girl's sleepover?" Butters asked. Kenny nodded thoughtfully. Butters fidgeting seemed to get worse.

"Well, I-I've been thinking...um...I've been having thoughts about putting the Marjorine clothes on, just for myself, you know? When I was at the sleepover...it was the first time I felt confident in myself." Butters looked down at his hands, refusing to look at Kenny. Kenny moved his hand from Butters knee and placed it on his shoulder.

"Wellm, whym don't youm wearm them?" Kenny asked innocently. Butters' eyes turned to Kenny filled with fear.

"No! I-I couldn't! M-My Dad would find out right away and ground the heck out of me! I can't have that Kenny!" Kenny slid his hand up and down Butters back to calm him down. Butters took a breath and held his neck to ground himself.

"It's omkay Butters, tamke it eamsy." Kenny encouraged. Butters looked to Kenny, searching his eyes for any form of judgment. When he couldn't find anything, he cast his gaze back down.

"I just...oh hamburgers. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about girl's clothes, I mean, I'm a boy! But...I keep thinking about how I felt when I had them on and...and I felt something I've never felt before. I feel like I was meant to wear them, but-but I know it's wrong!" Butters exclaimed. Kenny felt his heart tug. Butters should be able to wear whatever he wanted if it made him happy.

"Butterms, youm shoumld be amble to wearm whatemver youm wamnt. It's yourm hamppiness. If it mamkes youm hamppy, youm shoulmd be allowed to wearm it." Kenny explained behind his hood. Butters interlaced his fingers tightly as he looked up to Kenny.

"But Kenny I can't. They're girls' clothes! What if it changes me into a different person? And my parents will find out! Oh, Jesus-" Butters held his face in his hands. Kenny didn't know what to do. Butters seemed distraught, he could use a pick-me-up. A lightbulb dimmed above Kenny's head.

"Wellm, I donm't thimnk you'll turn imnto a differement permson, Butterms. No mamtter what youm demcide to wearm, you'll stillm be the same permson. Youm'll stillm be kind, and friendmly-" Butters wasn't looking at Kenny, like he wasn't believing him at all. Kenny took his hands and started scritching Butters' side gently. Butters side bent inward as he started giggling softly.

"And youm'll stillm be timcklish!~ No mamtter what clomthes youm hamve on, youm'll stillm be sooomm timcklish~" Kenny's hands traveled up and into Butters ribs as Butters started retreating into his pillows. Butters eyes narrowed as he lightly giggled.

"K-Kehehenny! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Kenny smiled behind his hood as Butters snickered and lightly pushed at his hands.

"M'yeah Butterms, thamt's the poinmt. Youm thimnk no mamtter what clomthes youm wearm, youm're gomnna run away from beimng this timcklish?" Kenny scribbled over Butters' tummy, which made Butters squeak and curl into a ball. Butters' knees kicked up into his chest, with Kenny's hands still folded into his tummy.

"I-hehehehee! I dohohon't knohohow! Ohohoho Christmahahas!" Kenny took the opportunity to scribble his fingers over Butters' upturned side. Butters laughed gleefully as he turned fully onto the attacked side to try and hide it, but Kenny took his other hand to scribble the opposite upturned side.

"And you'rme vermy funnmy, and smart, and remliable! You'rme a goomd frienmd, and emveryone likes youm! Thamt's not gonnma chamnge." Kenny explained to a giggling Butters. Butters hair fell into his eyes as he tried using his elbows to cover his sides. Kenny lightly dug into both Butters' sides simultaneously. Butters' eyes crinkled as he belted out heavier laughter. Kenny was trying to keep it light, but Butters was super sensitive.

"Teehehehehee! Kehehehen!" Kenny heard pleading in Butters voice. His fingers stilled for a moment, giving Butters a moment to breathe. Giggles petered from Butters lips as he came down from the tickles. "Hehe- hehehe- K-Kenny don't-" Butters felt Kenny's fingers on his sides still. He twitched to the left. "-stohop!"

Kenny grinned evilly as he raised his fingers above Butters' face and started wiggling them slowly. Butters started squirming and covering himself while Kenny started lowering his hands.

"Domn't stomp? Is thamt whamt youm saimd, Butterms?~ I didnm't knowm youm limked it som much~" Butters had a panicked smile as he tried scooting everywhere that Kenny's hands weren't, but Kenny was quick to track him.

"Nohoho Kennehehey! Nohoho no no! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!" Butters laughed as he could already feel Kenny's fingers wiggling in his sides as they wriggled above his eyes. Kenny teased Butters by dropping his hands suddenly on Butters tummy without actually tickling. Butters jolted as Kenny quickly brought his hands back up. It made Butters laugh out earnestly.

"Gehehe-HEHE! Kenny- Kehehen STOHOP! Oh hahamburgers-" Kenny faked out Butters a few more times before his hands really did go in for the kill and started scribbling all over his tummy. The anticipation made Butters whole body tingle, which in turn made him more sensitive to Kenny's touch.

"Youm beliemve me yet Butterms? I'll keep it ump umntil youm dom..." Butters nodded immediately at Kenny's question, small tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes. Kenny slowly let up on his tickles and let Kenny recover.

Butters sat up slowly, the giggles petering out of his system. "Ahehee...oh jeez. I guess I had that coming, huh? Serves me right for being such a sourpuss." Butters held his hands together when Kenny reached forward and held Butters hands. Butters looked up into Kenny's eyes.

"Butterms...wearm what makes youm hamppy. Youm demserve to wearm what youm feel comfortable in. No mamtter what clomthing it is." Kenny reassured. Butters still didn't look convinced.

"But what if my parents find out, Ken? I can't go to school dressed as Marjorine consistently, they'll find out for sure!" By 'they' he meant his parents of course. Kenny wished they would leave the poor kid alone.

"Mmm, what if youm worme the clomthes in yourm room? So they wonm't finmd out and youm'll feelm goomd?" Butters had a questioning face on as he thought about it sincerely. It slowly dawned on him. Kenny watched as Butters face grew brighter and brighter as he realized.

"Oh- Oh Kenny you genius! I can wear the Marjorine clothes in my bedroom and-and they'll never find out! Oh, golly! I'll go try them on now!" Butters raced for his closet and slid the door closed behind him. Kenny waited on the bed silently, swinging his feet while singing a tune in his head.

After a few moments, Butters called out. "Okay Ken! You ready to see?" Kenny looked up from his legs and made an affirmative sound.

Marjorine came out of her closet, smoothing out her dress and brushing her hair out of her face. She applied light makeup and brushed her wig, with two braids on either side of her face and bows pleating the braids. Her eyes were light with complimenting blue eyeshadow and blushing cheeks. Her dress was a light blue with a poofy skirt and trailing ribbons. The dim room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"Well? Wh-what do you think?" Marjorine asked, her hands fidgeting as she waited for an answer. Kenny took her whole image in, and felt his whole face burn up.

Kenny jumped off the bed and removed his hood, to reveal his blushing face and star-lit eyes to her.

"You look gorgeous, Marjorine."

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

In My Time Of Dying

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*3rd Person POV*

Bad Moon Rising was playing on the radio of the Impala as the demon-possessed-truck-driver steps out of his truck and walks over to the car. John, Dean and (y/n) were unconscious but Sam, on the other hand, swallows as he starts to wake up. The demon pulls the driver's side door off its hinges to reveal Sam pointing the colt at him.

"Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to God." Sam threatens. "You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." The demon said and Sam cocks the gun. "You wanna bet?" Sam asked in a threatening tone. The demon smiles and then the black demon-cloud pours out of the man, who collapses. Sam uncocks the gun, drops his head back in relief.

"Oh my God!" The man said, in a panic, as he looks at the scene before him. "Dad?" Sam said but he looks over to see John was not moving.

"Did I do this?" The man asked. "Dad! Dean? (Y/n)? Guys!?" Sam shouts, frantically.

As the sun rises, a rescue helicopter descends to the site, and all four people were loaded onto stretchers. John, Dean and (y/n) are still unconscious, but Sam was awake. "Tell me if they're okay!" Sam shouts at the paramedic as he looks over at the three people he cares about the most being loaded up into the ambulances.

"You have to stay still!" The female paramedic instructs him. "Are they even alive?" He asked but they don't respond as they load him up and take him and the others to the hospital.

Meanwhile, in one of the ambulances, (y/n) starts to open her eyes but her vision was so blurry she couldn't tell where she was but she could see a figure of a person. "D...D...De..Dea.." she mutters, groggily, as she starts to move then one of the paramedics turns to her. "Miss, you need to stay still." The paramedic said. "Wh-What...happened?" (Y/n) asked, weakly, her head feeling foggy. "You were in a car accident..." the paramedic said and this makes (y/n)'s eyes open wider and her mind clearer.

"What?! T-The men I w-was with...a-are they okay?" She asked, in a panic. "Ma'am, you need to calm down." The paramedic said and (y/n) leans her head back and tears started to pour out of her eyes.

Dean, wearing a white t-shirt and blue hospital pants, sits up in a panic then works his jaw and gets out of bed and goes into the hallway. "Sam? (Y/n)? Dad? Anybody?" He calls out. Then he goes down the stairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad, my brother and my friend, I just need to find them." Dean said to her but she was unresponsive

"Hello?" He said then he snaps his fingers but she acts like he's not there. He goes back upstairs, panicked, and sees his own body on the bed, intubated and dying. He stares at it in shock then he turns around to see Sam and (y/n) enter the room. The two stop at the door and stare at Dean's body, breathing heavily. Both of them looked battered and bruised, but other than they were fine and walking.

"Sammy! (Y/n)! You guys look good. Considering." Dean said, relieved. "Oh, no." Sam whispers as he stares at Dean's body and (y/n) begins to sob. "Man, tell me you guys can hear me." Dean pleads but the two don't respond to him. "How's dad? Is he okay?" Dean asked but no response, once again.

"Come on, you two are the psychics. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" Dean said just as the Doctor comes into the room

"Your father is awake. You can go see him if you like." The doctor said to Sam. "Thank God." Dean said, relieved. "Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asked the Doctor. "Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." The doctor explained.

"Well, what can we do?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." said the doctor.

"If?" Sam and (y/n) asked, raising their eyebrow.

"I have to be honest —" The doctor started to say while Dean shouts. "Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up." He yells. "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations." The doctor explains to the two.

"Come on, guys. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Guys?" Dean pleads as Sam and (y/n) stare at Dean for a moment then they leave the room.

John was lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulls a card out of his wallet. "Here. Give them my insurance." John said as Sam takes the card, smiling as he reads it. "Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam said. "And his two loving sons." John said then he looks over at (y/n). "What about you, (y/n)? You covered?" He asked and she nods as she pulls out an insurance card. "Yes, sir." She said then she puts away the card.

"So, what else did the doctor say about Dean?" John asked. "Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, (y/n) and I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him." Sam said to John, who looks at him in disbelief.

"We'll look for someone." John said. "Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said. "But kids, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." John said.

"Why not? I found that faith healer before." Sam said to him. "All right, that was, that was one in a million." John said and (y/n) sighs at this.

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" She asked him, annoyed. "No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." John said then he let's out a sigh then looks up at the two.

"Where's the Colt?" He asked. Sam and (y/n) give him a look of shocked disbelief. "Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" (Y/n) asked him, angrily. "We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card." John said to her, angrily, and Sam sighs. "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." He said.

"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John said to them. "We already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place." (Y/n) said. "All right. You two go meet up with Bobby. Both of you get that Colt, and bring it back to me. And watch out for hospital security." John said and the two young adults nod.

"I think we've got it covered." Sam said and they get up and start to leave, but John said. "Hey. Here." They turn and see him pulling out a piece of paper. "I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me." He said as Sam takes the paper and reads it.

"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" He asked his dad. "Protection." John replied. "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, (y/n) and children like us. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked him. "No, I don't." John replied. (Y/n) raises an eyebrow at him but her and Sam leave, shutting the door.

Dean, who had been leaning behind the door, stares at his dad in suspicion. "Well, you sure know something." He said as John was looking down, in somewhat despair.

At Bobby's place, Sam and (y/n) look down at the mangled Impala, Bobby standing near them. "Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam said. "If his head doesn't explode first." (Y/n) jokes and Sam let's out a playful scoff as he shakes his head.

"Look, kids. This...this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap." Bobby said but Sam shakes his head. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this." Sam said and Bobby looks at the car. "There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Bobby said.

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Sam said to him but he stops as he swallows and (y/n) places a hand on his shoulder. "Okay. You got it." Bobby said to Sam, quietly.

"Oh...Here, uh, John asked for you to get this stuff for him." (Y/n) said as she hands the paper, which Sam gave to her so she could look it over, to Bobby. He looks at it, frowning.

"What's John want with this?" He asked. "Protection from the demon?" Sam said, shrugging, but Bobby gives the two a look.

"What?" Sam and (y/n) asked.

"Oh, nothing, it's just, uh..." Bobby stammers but (y/n) walks up to him.

"Bobby? What's going on?" She asked him, firmly.

Back at the hospital, John was sitting by Dean's bed; while Dean's spirit was standing nearby. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Dean asked, angrily, as he starts walking around the bed. "I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" He asked, angrily.

But he pauses once he heard something. "What is that?" Dean said and he goes into the hallway just as a spirit whooshes past him. He jumps back then turns to John. "I take it you didn't see that." He said before he stalks the spirit down the hallways.

He sees it go into a back hallway where a woman is lying on the floor, choking. "Help! Help!" The woman pleads and Dean Dean around. "Hey! I need some help in here!" He shouts but no one responds. "I can't...breathe!" She pants loudly, trying desperately to breathe, then goes silent. Dean leans over her then looks around, helplessly.

Sam and (y/n) stalk into the room with a duffel bag in Sam's hand; Dean meets them at the door and starts trying to talk to them. "Sammy! (Y/n)! Tell me you guys can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you two have got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam! (Y/n)!" He shouts but they don't say anything.

"You two are quiet." John said. Sam and (y/n) turn, both of them fuming, and Sam hurls the bag onto the bed with a crash. "Did you think we wouldn't find out?" Sam asked, through clenched teeth.

"What are you talking about?" John asked. "That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one." (Y/n) said, firmly, and John looks between the two. "You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam asked him, angrily.

"I have a plan, guys." John said. "That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!" Sam shouts at John.

"No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" Dean said over Sam shouting at John. "Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." John shouts. "How? How is revenge going to help him?" (Y/n) asked, angrily. "You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam spat.

"Come on guys, don't do this!" Dean said to them.

"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. And (y/n), it told you it killed both of your parents. And you, Sam, begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." John yells. "It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too." Sam argues.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now." John growls and Sam looks at him, shocked but also angry. "Don't you dare put that on him!" (Y/n) growled at John.

"Shut up, all of you!" Dean shouts.

"Go to hell." Sam spat at his dad. "I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong —" John said, angrily.

"I said SHUT UP!" Dean screams as he smacks a glass of water off the table and it goes flying, crashing to the floor. Sam, (y/n) and John look at each other, confused, while Dean looks stunned.

"Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." Dean said but then he crumples in pain, flickering.

Nurses and doctors start running by in the hallway. "What is it?" Dean asked as the three look out the door. "Something's going on out there." John said then he jerks his head to the two and they run out of the room.

Monitors were beeping as a doctor and some nurses were surrounding Dean, resuscitating him. "All clear." The doctor said while Sam and (y/n) enter the room. "No." Sam whispers in tears. "Dean, no." (Y/n) cries, softly, as she puts her hands over her mouth while the tears pour down her cheeks.

"Still no pulse." The nurse said. "Okay, let's go again, 360." The doctor said. "Charging." The nurse said as they charge the machine. Dean comes up slowly behind Sam and (y/n) just as she clings onto Sam, who holds her to his side.

Dean sees a ghostly figure floating over his body lying in the bed. "You get the hell away from me." Dean yells as he runs to the bed and faces the thing down, yelling. "I said get back!" He shouts while (y/n) blinks and looks around, confused, as if she's heard something. She looks up at Sam, who didn't seemed to notice.

Dean grabs for the spirit; he latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars out of the room. The monitors then go slow and quiet. "We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." The nurse said as Sam sighs in relief and (y/n) let's out a small sigh and hiccups. The two hug each other for a few more minutes as Dean runs into the hallway, looking for the spirit but it had vanished.

Sam and (y/n) pull out of the embrace and walk into the hallway as Dean comes back and stands by them. "Don't worry, guys. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." Dean said while (y/n) and Sam look around to where Dean was, confused.

The two couldn't explain it but it was almost like they felt a familiar presence around them. "You felt that, right?" (Y/n) asked Sam. He nods and they start to make they're way to John's room.

Dean wanders the halls, then hears a girl yelling. "Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" The girl's voice asked in a panic. "Now what?" Dean asked himself as he goes towards the front and see the girl running around the lobby of the hospital.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" She pleads. "Can you see me?" Dean asked her and she looks up at him. "Yeah." She said as he walks up to her. "All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" He asked her.

"Tessa." She replied. "Okay, good, Tessa, I'm Dean." He introduced. "What's happening to me? Am - am I dead?" She asked him, scared. "That sort of depends." Dean said.

Dean and Tessa stand outside a room, watching what is apparently Tessa's body, hooked up to tubes and machines. A woman sits by the bed, holding her hand. "I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." She said, confused. "Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications." Dean said.

"It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." Tessa whispered, frantically. "Tessa. It's not a dream." Dean said to her. "Then what else could it be?" She asked him.

"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean asked her. "What are you, some new agey guy?" She asked him. "You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death." Dean replied to her.

"So we're going to die?" She asked. "No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up." He said to her.

"What do you mean, you felt something?" John asked Sam and (y/n). "I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something." (Y/n) said as she shrugs. "We don't know if it's our psychic thing or what, it...But do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?" Sam asked John. "Anything's possible." John said.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Sam said and he starts to walk out of the room. "Where are you going?" John asked him. "I gotta pick something up. I'll be back." Sam said. "You want me to come with you?" (Y/n) asked him. "No, it's okay. But if you can...watch over Dean." Sam said and she nods at him.

"Wait, Sam." John said and Sam turns to him. "I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay." John said. Sam nods and leaves just as (y/n) looks over at John and the two share a look, a silent conversation between them, before she walks out of the room.

"I gotta say, I'm impressed." Dean said to Tessa as the two walk down the hallway. "With what?" Tessa asked. "With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me." Dean pointed out. "Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." She said.

"So you're okay with dying?" He asked her. "No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen. It's out of my control, it's fate." Tessa replied. "Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what —" Dean said just as the PA system started to play out.

"Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue." The voice said and Dean begins to run. "Where are you going?" Tessa asked him. "Just wait here." Dean said and he runs down the hallway to another room in crisis. The same spirit is hovering over a little girl, who is being resuscitated. It reaches a hand into her face.

"Get away from her!" He shouts and he lunges at the spirit, which vanishes. The nurses stop resuscitation once the machin let's out a long beep. "All right, let's call it." One of the nurses said. "Time of death, five eleven p.m." the doctor noted and they all look down at the little girl.

"At least she's not suffering anymore." The nurse said in a sad tone while Dean stared at this, stunned that he failed.

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Hunter vs Hunter - Part 5

Summary: Third time's a charm, right? Except things aren't exactly as they seem anymore.

Characters: Dean x F!Reader, Sam x OFC CeCe, Castiel

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Language

WC: 1778

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Driving up to the building would draw far too much attention. Before the pair could start walking, Trenchcoat man appeared in front of them. Y/N quickly leveled her gun, ready to shoot.

“Holy shit!!” CeCe shrieked, nearly jumping out of her skin, instincts drove her as her gun quickly aimed and fired, colliding with the man’s shoulder.

He looked at the wound, before turning back to look at CeCe, his eyes narrowed, but seemingly unphased, “You’re the bounty hunters, correct?” the man said, looking between them both.

“W-what?” CeCe gulped for air with wide eyes as her mouth went impossibly dry. She pointed at the wound in his shoulder, her brow furrowing in disbelief, “E-excuse me, but I just shot you!?”

He pulled back his coat, opened a couple of buttons on his shirt to show his wound, and held his hand over it, a bright light emanating from his hand. When he pulled away, there was no sign of a gunshot wound or even blood.

He adjusted his clothing, looking between them again, “The Winchesters are in trouble. The building is warded against Angels and I can’t get in. I need your help before it’s too late,” he explained, agitated.

CeCe looked at Y/N, her mouth hanging slightly open and her brow raised. “Nope,” she squeaked, raising her arms and stepping in the other direction, “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. Wake up now please.”

He growled, stepping forward and placing a hand on both their shoulders. There was a sensation of spinning way too fast, but it was only a split second, and they were standing next to the Impala, just outside the front of the factory. The Angel - they had just learned - moved to the trunk, opening it and searching, before pulling out a case of bullets and coming back to them.

“These are made from Angel blades,” he explained, handing them over to Y/N, “Replace your bullets with these and it will take down the demons inside.”

CeCe held her head, the color draining from her face as she looked at Y/N, completely speechless.

“Well,” Y/N shrugged, moving to the hood and placing down the box as she began to reload her gun with the new bullets, “Prize or not, a freaking Angel just asked us to kill some Demons, CeCe,” she sighed, “Doesn’t seem like something you just walk away from.”

“Angels and Demons!?” CeCe shrieked, flailing her arms in a childish tantrum, “You cannot be serious! Why would an Angel come to us of all people for a freaking start!?”

“Because you were right there,” he responded, pointing back to where the truck sat, “And because you’re good enough to have Sam and Dean worried for themselves.”

“Heh. They were worried?” CeCe's eyebrow raised in curiosity, looking at Y/N and grinning smugly, “We got the Winchesters worried. That’s fucking badass.”

Y/N smirked, taking CeCe's gun and replacing it with one of the ones she just reloaded. She turned, heading towards the building and stopping as she saw two shining blades on the ground. One appeared long and metallic, the other a dagger of sorts with a dark handle. She picked them up, examined them, and turned back towards CeCe.

“Those are Sam and Dean’s,” the man explained, “You should take them. They’ll help you kill the demons.” he nodded towards the building, “You should hurry. I’m not sure how much time we have. The Winchesters are sort of…wanted.”

“Yeah, they’re wanted by us too,” CeCe grumbled, taking her reloaded gun and keeping a firm grip on it with a sigh, “I don’t know what the fuck we’re walking into here Y/N…” she said in uncertainty, “But if the Winchesters get dead, we don’t get our mil each. I don’t think I can have that.”

Y/N handed CeCe the longer blade with a nod, holding her hand on the door to the factory, “That’s why we shoot to kill anyone who’s not a Winchester,” she smirked.

Dean groaned as he regained consciousness, blinking the fuzziness from his mind as he realized he was tied to a chair. His head throbbed and he tried to remember what had happened. He turned his head, seeing Sam tied to a chair beside him, his head lolled forward as he was unconscious.

“Sam,” Dean croaked, licking his lips and trying again, “Sammy!”

Sam groaned, his head lolling to the other side as he grunted and shook his head, “Dean?” he croaked, “The hell happened?”

Shouts, screams, crashes, and rushing footsteps could be heard beyond the closed metal doors to the room they were in, drawing both their eyes towards the door. From the right, another door burst open. Four men carrying blades entered the room Sam and Dean were in as they stood, watching the main door.

The doors suddenly burst open, as one of the demons fell through them dramatically, tumbling back into his companions. CeCe appeared in the doorway, looking at a nasty gash on her upper arm before snarling, Y/N appearing behind her.

“Haven’t had a workout like this for a while,” CeCe panted, the corner of her mouth tugging into an excited smile, before narrowing her eyes as she gazed across the men scattered around the room, “You went and ruined my favorite top though.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dean said, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the girls fighting the demons. It was like watching a carefully coordinated dance of Charlie’s Angels and was quite possibly one of the most badass and hottest things he had ever witnessed.

Y/N looked to see CeCe fighting the last two men and knew she’d want to take that on herself, so she quickly made her way to Sam, who was closer, and cut his bindings, before moving to Dean.

“The hell are you two doing here?” Dean looked up at Y/N before getting to his feet after he was untied. One of CeCe's attackers was down and she was wrestling with the angel blade between her and the last.

Sam saw the struggle, rushing to CeCe and yanking the demon from her, tossing him back to the ground. He snatched up the blade, which fell loose during the altercation and slammed it down into the chest of the demon, before standing back up, licking his lips, and turning back to CeCe.

She blinked quickly for a moment, his heaving chest and how deftly he twirled the blade in his hands seemingly hypnotizing her into a small daze. She suddenly frowned, the daze of attraction short-lived, “Bitch, I was fine,” she scoffed at him as she got to her feet.

Sam rolled his eyes with a tight-lipped smile, nodding before turning away. Y/N looked back at Dean, “We were trailing you, of course,” she smirked, handing him the Angel blade she had been using, “Then your trenchcoat friend saw us after you were taken and asked us to come in here after you.”

“Cas came to you?” Dean furrowed his brow in confusion, “Well…thanks for the assist. We’ll be leaving now.”

“No, you aren’t!” Y/N growled, stepping in front of him, “We saved your asses to claim our prize!” she roared, pulling a set of cuffs from her side pocket, “You’re coming with us.”

“Hey c’mon now,” Dean argued, “You’ve seen what we do. You’ve fought what we fight every day, you know there's more to what we’re doing than just random crimes.”

“And we’re supposed to just let you walk away? After everything?!” she scoffed, reaching for her gun once more, “CeCe, fuck the bounty, I really am gonna shoot this fucker.”

“Half a mil each is still good,” CeCe shrugged, impatience and frustration building, “I’ll give up the beach and just have the endless beer.”

Y/N held her gun and pointed at Dean’s chest as CeCe covered Sam, watching the encounter closely. “I’m sorry, Dean, I really am. I like you. But I’ve earned my retirement and I’m not about to lose it just because I’ve had a really interesting day.”

“You two are never gonna give up are you?” Dean sighed side-eyeing Sam before looking back to Y/N, “You already know too much. Turn around. Walk away. Move on. It’s for your own good.”

Y/N hesitated, the gun held steady in her hand as she kept her eyes on him. She didn’t want to kill him, and she wasn’t sure why. But she was too proud to give up and wasn’t sure what was what anymore.

“CeCe?” she asked, not taking her eyes from Dean.

“Oh, Jesus fucking christ…” CeCe grumbled, confliction in her eyes as she watched Sam closely, her gun aimed at him intently. Something was nagging at her. Something deep in her conscience screamed like a mad man that this wasn’t the right road to go down. It surprised her, considering she thought she lost her conscience years ago. “…Ugh! I don’t know!”

“Wait,” Sam said, feeling the tension thick in the room, “Dean,” he drew his brother's attention, “They’re not gonna stop coming after us because they don’t understand. So let’s make them understand,” he said, his shoulders slumping slightly, “Bring them back to the Bunker. Maybe they can help,” he shrugged, defeated.

“Th-the Bunker?” Dean stuttered, “Oh yeah let’s just take two bounty hunters, with our asses in their sights, back to our damn home!”

“They’ve repeatedly tracked us down, which no one has ever done,” Sam countered, “Not to mention they just tore through how many demons to get in here?! I think it’s worth considering.”

“What Bunker?” Y/N asked, “What are you talking about? Is…” she hesitantly lowered her gun, swallowing hard, “I-is this about those books?”

“Oh not the damn books again,” CeCe scoffed, “Y/N's got this crazy idea that there are these books and the characters are you and all the stories happen in places you’ve been, its trippy shit.”

“We’re never gonna get rid of those damn books, are we Sam?” Dean sighed, shaking his head.

Y/N sighed, looking into Dean’s eyes as she still held her gun, now pointed at the ground, “What would you do?” she asked him, “If you worked toward your end game and it was right there, in front of you? Would you just walk away?” she asked him, her tone gentle and pleading.

“I’d…” Dean relented to Sam’s point of view, “I’d listen to the bigger picture. See how I feel when I’ve got the full story.”

“Then prove to us why taking you in is the wrong thing, Dean,” she sighed.

“If you want proof,” Dean shrugged, “Then Sam’s right, there’s only one place we can take you.”

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x Reader | Chapter 30

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Next Chapter - Epilogue

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy narrowly escapes death and finds his way back to Celia. She’s finally able to share her secret with him, and he asks her a question she can’t say ‘no’ to.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking, season 2 spoilers

Word Count: 4051

A/N: here it is everyone...the day of reckoning. What will happen? What will Tommy say? How will it all end? I’ve only got 1 more chapter left to share with you after this :’) also, I was listening to ‘First Times’ by Ed Sheeran a lot when I wrote this part, it’s such a sweet song ... enjoy! :)

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Celia was still waiting for him to return. It had been a bit since the shots were fired, and Tommy hadn't shown his face in the stands. She did see the men that he brought along with him to clean up Sabini's posts, and by the looks of it, they were making out well. Still, she wouldn't feel better until she saw his face and physically confirmed that he was ok.

"I need to go," Polly then stated, standing from her seat.

"Where are you going?" Celia asked for more details, really not wanting to be left alone at the moment.

"I have business I have to attend to," Polly was vague with her answer, and Celia sighed, knowing that this was all she'd be getting. "Stay here," Polly told her then. What else was she going to do though? So Celia watched as Polly moved through the row and walked up the steps to the concourse, leaving her sitting by herself. She couldn't help but feel tears prick her eyes, and she got a feeling down deep in her gut that something wasn't right.

Tommy looked about finished with everything as two coppers dragged him out of the building and to a truck, one leading them with a pistol pointed back at his arrestee. He didn't know why they were making such a big deal out of this...it wasn't like he was resisting.

"Take his hat and gun," the man with the weapon ordered, now standing in the back of the truck. "Get in then," he then ordered Tommy once said things had been taken, and Tommy listened, no emotion on his face as he heaved himself in and sat down, his own revolver, the one that didn't fucking work, being pointed at him now. One of the remaining men got into the back, and both guns were still aimed in Tommy's direction as the doors to the truck shut and everything went black. The engine started up then, and the truck began moving to who the hell knows where.

Celia had had enough of waiting. She needed to find someone she knew, and she needed to do it fast. So she stood from her seat and moved throughout the concourse in hopes that a familiar face would pop up. It didn't take long for her to hear Arthur's distinct voice coming from one of the bar areas. So she stepped in, seeing John in the middle of hugging Lizzie, who looked like she had been put through hell. Arthur was sitting at one of the tables, a drink in his hand as he grinned. "Oi, Celia! Have you seen Tom anywhere?" he asked once he saw her approaching.

"No. I was wondering if you did," she shook her head, sending a look of concern in Lizzie's direction, "are you ok, Lizzie?" she asked.

"Things didn't go quite as planned. Tommy got to me late and then struggled with the soldier because his gun didn't go off. They fought and he killed the Field Marshal with his own gun," Lizzie gave them a rundown of what had happened, her voice shaky. "I don't know where he went afterwards. He told me to leave."

"Things went off without a hitch for us. We took Sabini's lisences and burned them. All bets made on these races will now go to the Peaky Blinders," Arthur reported on how him and his men got on with their assignment, a proud smile on his face.

The conversation was cut short before anyone could respond by Polly walking into the room then. Celia's eyes widened when she noticed a circle of red in the middle of her white, striped coat. "Are you ok, Pol?! Are you bleeding?" she frantically asked as she moved to the older woman’s side.

"No, I'm not bleeding. We need to go, Celia," she answered, her voice bare of emotion. Celia furrowed her brows, almost wanting to dispute the statement and wait for Tommy, but the look in Polly's eyes told her that her argument would be wasted. So she nodded and followed the other woman out of the grounds and to the car. The others were left there with confused expressions on their faces, but nobody said anything as they surely also heard in Polly's voice that her statement wasn't up for contention.

"I killed the inspector," Polly stated the second they were in the car. Her voice still held no emotion, and she stared straight out in front of her as she spoke. Celia looked at her with wide eyes, not knowing what she was to say.

"No one knows where Tommy is," she decided to tell the woman sitting to her left then, tears brimming her eyes for the umpteenth time today. She didn't know why this was affecting her so much emotionally.

"He'll be fine," Polly assured her, sending a nod and a comforting look in Celia's direction. She may have just killed a man herself, but she knew that Celia was still new to this. She hadn't been around for one of Tommy's plans to go awry. And she knew how much Celia cared for him.

"I hope so," Celia said, wiping her tears as she nodded her head along with Polly, hoping that doing so would make her believe more.

"You're pregnant," Polly said then, making Celia look in her direction with widened eyes. This statement had came out of left field, and it was the last thing Celia was expecting her to say. "I can tell in how you've been holding yourself these past few months." So she'd known all along? If so, why didn't she approach Celia sooner?

"I am," Celia nodded, her voice coming out as a whisper. There was no use in lying about it now.

"And it's a girl," was Polly's next statement.

"It is," Celia nodded once more, trying so hard to smile. Her mind was focused solely on Tommy and his well-being at the moment. Although she did wonder how Polly knew that without any background knowledge.

"Tommy'll get out of it," Polly assured her, knowing exactly what was on the younger woman's mind. "He'll be home before the end of the day."

"I hope so," Celia whispered, staring out the window then as she tried so hard to hold on the tears that were threatening to fall.

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"...nearly got fucking everything!" Tommy yelled into the emptiness of the fields around him, his back turned to the three men who would be executing and burying him in a matter of seconds. All he had on his mind at that moment was Celia. How he was never going to see her again, touch her again...be with her again. He wasn't afraid to die, but he felt terrible that he would be leaving her in his wake.

"Ah, what the fuck...get it done, boys," he sighed, throwing his cigarette to the ground before he moved to the hole, kneeling in front of it as he threw his valuables that he had on him in. He closed his eyes and said his final words then, imagining Celia as he waited for his end to come.

But it didn't. He fell into the grave, but he was still alive, and now there was a man yelling at him to get up and get out of there. So he did just that, only half-concentrating on the orders that the remaining man was barking at him. He stumbled as he walked through the fields, falling down onto the dirt at one point, before his feet were taking him to the place he knew she'd be. Right now he only needed to see her.

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Celia went back to Tommy's house in hopes that he'd show up there when he finally came back. She almost got tired of waiting and wanted desperately to go to sleep. But her desire to see him again outweighed her desire to get some rest. So she sat on the couch in his living room, staring at the fire as she tried to keep the terrible thoughts in her mind at bay. Her hand was subconsciously rested upon her stomach, her baby girl not leaving her mind also. Her baby girl who she didn't tell him about. Who she kept a secret from him for way too fucking long. Who she may never get to tell him about now. No...don't think like that, Celia.

Polly's words kept going through her head...'he'll be home by the end of the day'...it was night now, and Celia had wished that she had asked for some clarification before leaving the woman who had spoken the statement. Did she mean by the end of daylight or the end of the calander day? Either way it was coming to an end, and Tommy hadn't come back yet.

Then she heard someone knocking on the door. She gasped at the sudden sound, sitting frozen in her spot on the couch as she looked over to it. Could her prayers have finally been answered? There was only one way to find out.

The knocking came again as she stood from the couch and moved to the door, her hand gripping the knob tightly before she turned it and slowly pulled the door open. Another gasp left her mouth as her eyes fell upon the person now standing across from her. "T...Tommy," she breathed, her eyes already filling with tears. Was this real right now? Or was she dreaming?

The man in front of her confirmed his realness when he stepped forward into the house and took her into his arms, hugging her frame tightly to his body. He didn't want to let go, because this time he wasn't so sure that he was going to get out of the predicament he was in and find his way back to her arms.

"Tommy...what happened to you?" she asked him after they finally pulled away. She stepped back to look him over, cringing slightly when she took in his appearance. His clothing was disheveled and dirty, his hair was a mess, there was a cut by his right eyebrow that had a trail of blood dried to his skin directly under it, the bright red necktie was now missing and his once white collar had red splattered over it. He looked like he'd been to war. The worst of it for Celia though was his eyes. They simultaneously held no emotion and all of the emotions in the world in them, and it was making it hard for Celia to really discern what he was feeling at the moment.

"I was brought to my grave and then I was able to walk out of it," Tommy responded, his voice flat as he spoke.

Celia's eyes widened at his statement, "they were going to kill you?!" she just about shrieked, tears filling her eyes once again. You'd think by now that she'd have none left to cry.

"It was a set up. Winston Churchill wants me to work for him...is going to be contacting me in the near future," Tommy told her then.

"Dammit, Tommy!" she exclaimed, hitting his chest with both of her hands out of impulse. It wasn't hard, and Tommy understood why she did it - being that she was so close to losing him, so he wasn't mad at her. He could never be mad at her. "You could've been killed," she said then, tears falling freely now as she collapsed against his chest. He held her in his arms, stroking her back soothingly in hopes to get her to calm down. "I could have lost you...we could have lost you," she cried into the material of his coat.

"Shh, love...I'm here. I'm still here with you," he assured her, kissing her hair after he spoke.

"Tommy..." she paused, pulling back from him then to wipe the tears that had fell from her eyes, "I need to tell you something, and I need to tell you now. I've been holding this in for too long, and it can't wait another second," she said, preparing herself for her secret to be let out to probably the last person to know about it...the person who really should have been the second person to know.

"What is it, Celia?"

"No, let me speak, please," she stressed her words, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to regain her composure.

"Go on then, love," there was a slight smile in Tommy's words, and it was then that she realized she'd yet to tell him. That she was just standing in front of him.

"I'm pregnant, Tommy." There. It was out. Finally Tommy knew that she was pregnant. All was right in the world. Well it would be right the second that he responded to her announcement.

She locked her eyes with him as she watched him digest the news. He hadn't screamed in her face and told her to get out of his life, so that was a good sign, right? "How...how far are you?" he finally asked then, his voice soft as he spoke.

"I'm four months as of about a week ago," she told him, letting out the breath she was holding in anticipation of his response.

He was shocked now more than anything. How could he go from almost being executed to finding out that he was going to have a child in five months...that he was a father now. "Four months?" he repeated her answer, his hands going to run over her stomach as he peered down slightly, "love, your stomach's still flat," he commented on his findings then, making Celia laugh slightly.

"The midwife said that I've been carrying back, like more internally, but that she's growing perfectly and that she should be making her first appearances within the next few weeks," Celia explained the reason behind her lack of a baby bump, her hand dropping to rest upon Tommy's that was still against her stomach.

Tommy's eyes were wide again with the next bit of news that was shared with him. "She? It's a girl?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"Yes, she," Celia confirmed that he heard right, "I just found out today."

"You didn't tell me," was what he said next, now racking his brain to try to think of a time where Celia had told him that she was pregnant. He did this for a few moments, but came up blank.

"I said just about everything except 'I'm pregnant' to you, Tommy. You were too caught up in business to catch on," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “And I know I should have just said ‘I’m pregnant’, but still.”

"I'll give it up," he said out of nowhere then, making her brows furrow.

"What?" she asked for clarification.

"I'll give the business up. I'll give everything up...the races, the deals, the killing. I'll give it up." She did not expect this to come from him. But he sounded so serious at the moment.

"No, Tommy, I can't expect you..."

"You deserve it, Celia," he cut her off. His hands fumbling through his pockets then. "You deserve a steady, normal life with me...with our child," he continued on, his fingers finally finding what he was looking for.

"Tommy..."

The breath got caught in Celia's throat as she watched him drop down on his one knee, the gold plated ring that he wore on his right ring finger daily sitting in between his fingers as he looked up at her. "Will you marry me, Celia Rose Farraday?" he asked, his eyes full of hope.

"Darling, are you joking?" was the first thing that came out of Celia's mouth before she could stop it, making her mentally kick herself for not keeping her mouth shut and instead giving him the answer he was looking for.

"Please?" Tommy didn't let her statement deter him, practically pleading with her to agree to him.

"Yes, Tommy. I'll marry you," she nodded her head then, tears starting to fall again, though this time they were happy ones.

A wide smile broke onto Tommy's features as he stood from the floor and grabbed her left hand, sliding the ring, that was a bit too big for her, onto her ring finger before he took her cheeks into his hands and kissed her passionately. The kiss felt just like it was their first. Celia's mind swirled as her emotions overtook her. She was full on crying when they pulled away from each other, and Tommy couldn't stop from smiling as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. Hell, he was crying to. "I'll get you a ring soon. A beautiful ring, like you deserve," he promised her, his hands finding hers again. "This is what I had right now. I couldn't wait though," he told her, his fingers spinning the ring of his that she was now wearing.

"This is fine, Tommy," she told him, laughing softly between her tears. She looked down at the ring then. Sure, it was like a size and a half too big, and nearly slid off of her finger when she held her arm downwards, but it was perfect. It fit this moment, this proposal, so well.

"I'm getting you a ring, Celia," he remained steadfast on his statement, and Celia wasn't going to argue, "I'm getting you a ring, and I'm getting you a house...a bloody mansion that is so far away from this city that we're going to have to take the day if we want to drive back into it."

He'd just professed this grand plan for their future, and Celia...oh, sweet, Celia...said the first thing that came to her mind: “but what about my jobs, Tommy?"

"If I have my way with these betting posts, you won't be working another day in your life, love," he told her, and she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was being serious about this, that he wouldn't stop at anything until he made that a reality.

"I love you, Tommy," was all she could say then, more tears streaming down her cheeks as she pictured their future together, one in a beautiful home with their baby girl, and then maybe a few more kids, by their side. "I love you so much," she breathed, holding his face in her hands and staring right into his eyes. The smallest smile formed on his lips as he closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. "We're gonna have to tell your family," Celia stated after they pulled apart to rest their foreheads together.

"Fuck my family," Tommy breathed, not really thinking straight at the moment. Celia couldn't help but giggle.

"I'm sure they'd be happy to know," she said then, toying with the dirty collar of his shirt. He really needed to change out of these clothes. "They all pretty much already know about me being pregnant."

"So I was the last fucking one to know?" he questioned, his eyebrows playfully raised at her statement. He wasn’t angry. He couldn’t be. Celia fell into more giggles as his face softened and he chuckled.

"I'm not sure if Arthur knows, because he's just as dense as you are. John only knows because I told Esme and those two have no filter whatsoever. I thought that Polly didn't know, but she sprung her knowledge on me during the car ride home."

"So I was the last fucking one to know," Tommy repeated himself, nodding his head and pointing to himself as he spoke for dramatic effect.

Celia tried to hold a straight face, but it soon dissolved into a grin as she nodded her head. "Yeah, I think you are," she admitted. Tommy shook his head as he tried hard to hold his smile back. God, she had him grinning like an idiot.

"Never again, C. Next time you have something important to tell me, tell me, please," he stressed his words, and Celia nodded, telling him that she'd do whatever it took from now on to get the message through to him when she had something important.

Celia then stepped back slightly from him, taking in his full appearance once more now that her emotions had calmed down. "You look filthy, Thomas," she stated then, her eyebrows scrunched together in a look of displeasure. "Do you want me to run you a bath?"

"Depends. Are you planning on joining me in said bath?" he raised his eyebrows suggestively as he looked down at her.

She couldn't stop the smirk from forming on her face. "If you play your cards right..." she told him, trailing off as she bit her bottom lip.

"When have I ever played them wrong when it comes to you?" Tommy grinned. He did have a point. Celia wasn't going to let him know that though.

"Do you really want to open that can of worms?" she asked, her hands on her hips as she looked up at him. The smile still on her face let him know that she was joking, and that he was safe from any lectures for the night.

"Save it for another day, love," Tommy responded, taking hold of her hand then before he led her up the steps and to his room. She then got the bath ready, and they shared the tub together, talking about what was to come as they washed the stresses and remnants of the day from their bodies.

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"Oi, Tommy! You're still alive!" Arthur cheered as he walked into the office at the betting shop. "Nice of you to come tell us as soon as you got back," he chided as the rest of his family members filed in behind him. Soon enough, Arthur, John, Esme, Polly, Michael, Finn, Ada, and Lizzie were all standing in the open space of the office while Tommy and Celia were situated behind his desk. Tommy was sitting, and Celia was stood behind his chair, her hands rested on his shoulders as she stood sort of to the side of him.

"I had more important matters to attend to," Tommy answered, slightly glancing over to Celia, who couldn't hold back her smile. "How did the posts fair out?" he asked then.

"Really good, Tom. We burned all of Sabini's lisences, and all earnings from Espom came directly to us," Arthur reported, a proud smile on his face, because it was him who was leading the group.

"That's good," Tommy stated, nodding his head. "I have some ideas for the future of the company..." he trailed off, tapping the ash of the cigarette he was smoking into the ashtray that sat on his desk. "And...I'm planning on getting married," he told them as if it was any other sentence. Celia's smile only widened, her heart swelling as she watched his family (which was soon to be hers) for their reactions. The women's eyes immediately widened. A smug grin took up John's face, Michael and Finn were saying something to each other, and Arthur just looked on with a smile. Celia could have swore that she saw a tear fall from his eyes.

Tommy turned slightly in his chair to look up at Celia, who was looking down at him. They both shared a smile before Tommy nodded his head towards the other people in the room, as if he was telling her to go accept their congratulations'. So she went into the small crowd, immediately getting hugs from everyone. Her favorite hug though, had to be when Tommy came up to her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him, his head moving to fit between her neck and shoulder. The boys were immediately hollering about how there was no doubt now that Tommy had gotten soft, and that they couldn't believe that he'd actually got a woman to willingly settle down with him. Tommy ignored them, pressing his lips to Celia's neck. She felt him smile against her skin, and it only made hers widen. At that moment, everything was the way it was supposed to be.

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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Cramps. | N.L. (+ D.T & S.F.)

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come and check up on her.

warnings: pain, periods, bleeding, swearing, we know how it is.

i’m on my period rn, & these three boys are my fav characters so this is mostly to comfort me (and idk if you guys can even relate, but my periods get THIS bad) (edit: this was NOT supposed to be this long but oh well i love these three)

gryffindor reader! (but anyone can read obv)

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somehow, you had managed to make it through the previous school day. but, the whole time your stomach felt like it was completely turning on you, and with every step you took, the bleeding was so heavy. you couldn’t even remember the last time you went through so many pads and tampons in one day.

on top of that, you were an absolute emotional wreck. and, that became apparent to neville when seamus laughed over tripping over your shoe lace, and you looked up at your three best friends with tears in your eyes.

“merlin, y/n! i was only messing with you! what’s wrong?” seamus furrowed his eyebrows at you, only for you to bend down and groan in pain as you attempted to tie your loose shoe laces.

“i can’t do it!” you whined, a tear finally escaping your tired eyes. you stood up, and sniffled, not noticing the genuine concerned looks plastered across the three boys’s faces.

and then, if things couldn’t get any worse, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to meet a terrified looking ron and harry, staring down at your legs,

“y-y-y/n... blood! t-t-there’s blood running down your legs!”

you looked down, and sure enough, there was a bunch of it. you automatically began to cry, and the sobbing only got worse as you realized that this was happening in front of not one, not two, but five boys.

“nev—neville... p-please give me your jacket...” you choked out, rushing as the blood seeped between your thighs. he did so quickly, tossing it to you, and your tied it around your waist before running into the nearest bathroom.

“why would you point that out?” dean asked ron, eyeing him,

“what?! would it be better for her to stay like that the rest of the day?” the ginger snapped back, still not putting two and two together. ron wasn’t exactly wrong, but his execution was awful.

the boys sighed, deciding that maybe waiting outside the bathroom would do you some good. but, unfortunately, as 15 minutes passed, you never came out.

“m-m-maybe someone should go and get hermione. or lavendar. or one of the parvati twins?” neville suggested, scratching the back of his neck. seamus shrugged, honestly clueless on how to handle the whole situation.

luckily, a saving grace skipped by, grabbing the attention of all of the boys,

“ginny!” ron called out, and she stopped in her tracks, “thank merlin you’re here!”

the look on her face was questionable as harry, ron, neville, dean, and seamus all stared at her.

“w-what?”

dean spoke up first, more than concerned, “y/n went in there. she—she had—blood running down her legs. and, she started crying...”

that’s all it took for ginny to nod her head, “okay. you guys go ahead. i’ll take care of her!”

they did so reluctantly, more so your three best friends. as ron and harry wanted to be away from the whole scenario as soon as possible.

and, that was the last they heard from you yesterday. today, they waited for you to come down from the girl’s dorm, but you never came.

they waited for you in the great hall, but again, you never came.

little did they know, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing from the excruciating pain that filled your whole body. this cycle was hitting you like a truck, and you’d wished that somehow you had been more prepared for it.

hermione had left you reluctantly that morning, never seeing a fellow girl having such a bad period before. you had cried all night, and you and her both had barely gotten any sleep. so that’s why when neville saw hermione drifting off to sleep during a shared class, he was absolutely baffled.

as that same class ended, the three boys caught up with hermione,

“hey, granger! where��s y/n?” seamus asked, and she rubbed her eyes.

“she—um—“ a yawn interrupted her response, “she’s in our dorm. she doesn’t feel well.”

neville’s mouth went agape, and he finally put two and two together.

“i wouldn’t go and see her, though. you guys embarrassed her yesterday. she told me all about ronald, and ginny, and seamus. she’s really upset, and... she’s just in a lot of pain. so, just let her be for a while.”

and with that, she left the three boys. they gave each other weird looks, mentally questioning each other.

you on the other hand at this time, were crying as you changed out your bed sheets for the second time that day. it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable experience to have to explain to a house elf why you needed a bunch of new clean sheets.

dinner soon came, and even then, the boys expected to see you sitting with them, eating and laughing. but, you still hadn’t left that dorm.

so, neville packed some extra food, and the three made a journey to gryffindor tower, just to see if they could break the rules to make sure you weren’t dying. (of course, all three of them were convinced that you were on your death bed.)

they slipped past the prefect, climbing up the stairs to your dorm.

dean was just about to knock when they all heard your voice,

“stop, hermione! please! i don’t care that i missed my classes! i’ve been puking all day, bled on my bed, almost shit my pants four times, so, i really don’t care about snape and what he said about me! piss off!”

seamus’s lips curled, and the sound he let out could only be described as pure disgust. but, neville nudged him,

“she can’t help it. don’t be like that...” he whispered, still not sure if you were alright with visitors at the moment.

“well, i’m sorry! but, dean, neville, and seamus are all worried about you! they—“

that’s when they heard a blood curdling scream, and it sounded exactly like you. it made them jump,

“I WANT TO KILL MYSELF! FUCK!”

“don’t say that! it’s only for a few days, y/n! i told you i would help you with anything you needed!”

“then you can start by fucking off! go away!”

the boys looked at each other,

“maybe—“

“yeah—“

“later.”

they all mutually agreed, and ran down the stairs before hermione had the chance to see them.

they settled in the common room, deciding to do their homework until they knew it was a safe call to go and see you. they all worried about you tremendously, as they had never heard you talk to a fellow friend like that. you simple weren’t that type of person in their eyes. you had always been patient with people, so it was a wonder to them how you loved them so much.

they spotted ginny, walking up to the girl’s dormitories with a glass of ice cream in hand. they naturally assumed it was for you. and truth be told, when ginny entered with a sweet smile on her face, holding the cold treat, you realized you had never been more happy to see a weasley before.

as pathetic as it sounded, you cried to ginny while eating the chocolate ice cream. you sobbed to her about all the events of that day, and the day before. your crush on neville and how you believed he didn’t feel the same, the way that seamus chewed too loudly, and how hermione was too uptight sometimes. she simply listened, knowing that’s all she could really do.

finally, the three boys saw ginny coming down the the glass now empty, and they ran up to her,

“is she okay?”

“what’s happening?”

“can we go and see her?”

she chuckled and shook her head them, “she’s fine, you guys. calm down. i’m not so sure if she’ll want to see you guys, but you guys can sure try.”

they all three looked at each other, slightly terrified.

but, they sucked it up and made their way up again. of course, seamus couldn’t hold back from making a snide comment,

“i swear, if i get a book thrown at my head and end up in the hospital wing with a concussion, i’m blanking it on neville.”

“why me?!” neville scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“because! you fancy her and are the most worried about her! she’s just on her period! is it really that big of a deal?”

before neville could answer, dean cut in, “yes, seamus. it is a big deal. maybe not to us, but to her it is. try bleeding out of your dick for a week while your inside are ripping apart!”

if you would’ve been present, you definitely wouldn’t hugged dean for that one.

they finally arrived, and they argued for a moment over who would be the once to knock on the door. it felt like they were stepping into a death trap. finally, neville agreed to do it.

he did so gently,

“what?” you asked, “who is it?”

dean and seamus eyed each other, definitely panicking.

“erm—it’s... us...”

you groaned, and looked down at your state. you were only in your bra and underwear, trash bucket in your lap, nausea getting the best of you... again.

but, you figured seeing your three best friends would bring you some comfort. this wasn’t their fault, and you didn’t want to take it out on them anymore.

“um... you can come in, but warning! i’m—“

before you could warn them, the door flew open,

“naked...” you breathed out, looking down at the trash can.

they all went wide eyed, and neville covered dean and seamus’s eyes with his hands, and closed his own.

“close the door, you gits!”

neville did so with his foot, still covering everyone’s eyes. you let out a small chuckle at the fact, and shook your head.

“you guys can look, you know. you act like we haven’t been best friends since first year.”

“b-b-but you’re—naked!” dean responded, through neville still keeping his own hand over the boy’s face.

you pursed your lips as you felt vomit climbing it’s way up your throat, “who—“

that’s when they heard it. the violent sound of puking. neville thanked merlin that his eyes were closed, because he probably would’ve puked too.

“who cares?” you breathed out, wiping the slobber from your chin. that’s when seamus took neville’s hand away from his eyes, and realized how you looked.

you looked unrecognizable almost. you looked exhausted, pale, and like you had just been hit by twenty cars at one time. your eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and your hair was definitely not put together like it usually was. makeup was smeared all down your face, makeup from the day before that you simply didn’t have the motivation to get up and wash off. but, seamus couldn’t help but notice your bra and underwear.

“you—“ he chuckled, “you have teddy bears on your undergarments, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw, and tightened your grasp around the trash can, narrowing your eyes at him. his eyes widened,

“kidding! i was only kidding! they suit you well!”

finally, dean shoved neville’s hand off as well, and neville opened his eyes back up reluctantly. neville and dean took in your state, much less of a laughing matter to them, as they were more of the calm friends.

“merlin, y/n... are you alright?” neville asked, approaching you slowly. you shook your head,

“i’m dying...”

the three boys gasped, and you looked at them funny, “i’m kidding... but i feel like i might...”

that settled their nerves a bit, the theory of you dying slowly fading away. you spit in the trash can, and set it back down on the floor. of course, seamus being the curious cat he is, looked in the trash can.

“don’t look at my vomit, finnigan! don’t you have any manners?”

he jumped back, and nodded his head.

“what are you guys doing here, anyway?” you asked, laying down fully on the bed, stomach and legs exposed.

“well—we know—you—you sorta—“

neville sighed at dean’s awkwardness about the whole situation, “we know you’re on your period. and, we know that you’re in a lot of pain. and, we just wanted to come and check up on you.” he glanced at the other two boys, “right?”

“yeah, definitely!”

“totally!”

you giggled at seamus and dean, “oh, what gentlemen. how could i ever thank you?”

seamus couldn’t hold it in. the comment just slipped from his lips,

“well, seeing you in your bra and underwear is thanks enough in my book!” he joked, nudging dean.

surprisingly, the only one who laughed beside seamus... was you. this surprised the boys, as you were sure that would earn seamus that book to his temple, or at least a smack to the face. but, it didn’t.

“see? i told you guys she’s fine! she’s laughing like she always does!”

neville seemed to look over at you for reassurance, just to make sure that seamus hadn’t crossed a boundary with one of his crude jokes. it was something that seamus had done quite a few times, without even realizing it, but it was simply because he didn’t know how to put a filter on. you knew at the end of the day that seamus wasn’t trying to disrespect you. plus, it was something you had go get used to, being one of his best friends and all.

at one point, the boys had eased into the floor, getting things for you if you needed it. seamus even asked why exactly girls even got periods, and you explained it to him in full detail.

“so... like—the inside of your uterus is actually tearing? i thought dean was joking about that!”

you shook your head, “unfortunately, it’s not a joke, finnigan. it’s very real...”

“well, is it this bad for all girls?”

“no, actually. some girls only bleed for a couple of days, and it’s very light. they can go without cramps, puking... lucky bitches!”

that’s when the boys fell silent, even seamus himself. until he raised an eyebrow,

“is it bad that i’m kinda curious? you know—to see how it feels to... bleed... down—there...”

dean furrowed his eyebrows, but neville nodded his head in agreement.

“well, boys... i can’t make you bleed out your dick for seven days straight... but, i can punch you guys in the stomach with full force and show you how cramps feel!”

collectively, they all disagreed, which caused you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“but—it can’t be that bad, right? i mean, everyone can get a stomach ache...” dean questioned, but unsure of what he had just said.

“let me put it to you like this, thomas. imagine the weasley twins sneaking a muggle laxative into your morning pumpkin juice...” you started, “but that stomach pain for a whole week.”

dean put his head down, finally understanding. no wonder you had talked about almost shitting your pants.

that’s when the door swung open, revealing a surprised hermione,

“y/n! where are your clothes?! boys are in here! and plus, they’re not even supposed to be in here, anyway!” she snapped, immediately storming over to your closet, and pulling out a random shirt, throwing it at you.

“but, it’s too hot! and, any tightness hurts!”

“i don’t care! i couldn’t imagine sitting around with ronald and harry with my—lady parts hanging out!”

you chuckled at her hidden shaming, quite used to it by now. “oh, whatever, granger! it’s the same difference as a bathing suit! lighten up!”

seamus and dean snickered at the look on her face, and the way she stormed out.

“she’s right, y/n. not about—you know, we don’t care... but, just—seamus will be talking about it for the rest of his natural life if you keep your clothes off any longer.” neville stated, standing up and taking his sweater off. he passed it to you, making sure not to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable.

you smiled at the kind gesture. sure, it was a sweater, and you probably should choose the lighter t-shirt that hermione had snagged out for you. but, it was neville’s sweater, so, how could you refuse?

you slipped it on over your head, and pulled your hair through the hole. it was quite comfortable, and you were just the right amount of warm and cool. so, it worked out in the end. “thank you, longbottom. that was sweet.”

his face turned red at the small grin etched upon your face, but he shook it off and sat back down on the floor.

you all began talking again, not even noticing when seamus had gotten bored and ancy, and started snooping in your drawers. but, his eyes went wide at the sight of something in your drawer. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment.

“uh... y/n...” he started, voice a bit shaky, “what’s this?”

he held it up, and you, dean, and neville all looked over.

“that’s a tampon, finnigan. i use it when i’m on my period so the blood doesn’t leak out.”

he took a beat of silence as he connected the dots, and his eyes seemed to widen even more,

“and... you have to put this where exactly?”

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firstkokon0is · 3 years

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good 4 u chifuyu x f!reader

summary: you liked mikey since you saw him, and chifuyu your bestie knows about it but the thing is he also has feelings for you, what is he gnna do? keep on supporting you for mikey or tell his feelings

w: swearings, lil bit of angst but fluff in the end

“y/n, y/n!! oh man ur spacing out again” takemichi throws a little tantrum because you’re not being responsive

you cant focus well, mikey is just close by, with draken as usual.

god what should i do, i wouldn’t ran away again like the last time he approached me

you mentally panicked as mikey slowly approaching your way making every second slow for you

and its like…..

just like….

“yo! takemichy where ya going after school hmm??” with that your whole moment was destroyed, mikey just passed you by like you weren’t even there

im cursing you hanagaki takemichi who do you think you are!! what even are you and why you attach these people so muchh!!

those words of yours for takemichi never came out, he didn’t know that he’s being curse by now just because of mikey.

“oi y/n we need to go to chifuyu he’s taking us to baji-san’s place we’re gonna eat yakisoba” you didn’t even realize that mikey already left, you simply agree and followed him to chifuyu’s

you guys arrived on chifuyu and baji laughing at something, even tho they’re aware of you presences, you sat down beside chifuyu and takemichi sat down beside baji.

“woah you didn’t bring hina?” chifuyu started

“no she said she got a lot of assignments so…” takemichi replied

“whatta great boyfriend bruh, cant wait to be like this in the future” baji laughed

“yeah me too, well y/n why so quiet today huh” chifuyu turned his attention to you

“today sucks, fuck takemichi” you replied with a pout, then chifuyu looked at takemichi like he did something so bad

“tell me y/n did takemichi hit you?” chifuyu asked seriously while takemichi is quacking, scared as shit with a mix of confusion because, how did he made you feel bad

“nope, mikey ignored me for him, its my moment then he’s there im jealous why do you attach good looking boys so much takemichi, thats sus” you complained

“takeeemichiii sussyyy little bakaaa” said the very great troll baji, trying to make the situation more funnier, you laugh at his comment then imitates the among us theme as baji do the same

“nah seriously because takemichi attached me too” chifuyu suddenly commented, really making the situation into something funny

“ayo?” you and baji said in unison, looking at him while takemichi is just done, just fucking done

you guys walk and talk about some random shit, some teas about the famous people in your school until you guys arrived baji’s place, he’s home alone today so he invited you guys and eat yakisoba

chifuyu once again realized how quiet you are today, aside from earlier when you’re joking about among us with baji.

“you must be thinking alot about mikey-kun huh” chifuyu said, leaning his face on his palm and a small smile on his face

as much as he’s happy that you’re happy about mikey, the way when you see a glance of mikey you will smile, your smile is different with mikey, your smile reach heaven when its mikey.

but he also hates, when you’re realizing that mikey is not really interested, when you’re realizing you dont have a single chance, its just when you’re realizing, and someone like mikey wont give you the time and affection that you expected, while he, chifuyu himself can give you everything

but you wont even look at him

“yeah…” you responded thats it for both of you, you immediately changed the topic then baji and takemichi joined in the conversation, until you guys call it a day.

chifuyu offered to walk you home because its kinda dark now outside, plus some gangs might pull up randomly then beat you up for no reason

well that didn’t really happen, what im saying is when there’s chifuyu by your side that’s impossible.

“hey chifuyu…….lets say you like someone….even for you is it possible to like someone else? like you know they dont like you but are you gonna settle for that forever until they pick you because there’s no choice?”

that question hit him like a truck, he doesn’t know what to say, what to answer. especially you’re the one who asked him which made it so hard for him because its you, the one he likes but doesn’t like him back because there’s someone more better than him

“the fuck is that question” chifuyu said along with a chuckle trying to brush the question off, but he was responded with a silence, you were really serious about the question he thought.

“well uh….yes? but no too, because when u really like someone and you’re addicted to them, you tend to look fo them in a another person then lose feelings for them when you find something that isn’t similar to the person that you’re into”

he paused when you suddenly took his hand to go in the playground, both of you sat on a swing and you gave him a hum signaling that he can keep going

“so thats that, but being the second choice for the someone that i like is not bad…..yet heartbreaking because she cant get what she wanted, while i get what i wanted but not as i expected to be, y/n i dont wanna be a second choice my love is true its just i am not mike-” he was driven by his own words and emotions, didn’t even realize what he had said

he quickly turned his gaze to you with widen eyes, while you just look up the sky while smiling

“i see chifuyu……so you like me” you said

there are now tears building on chifuyu’s eyelids, until fat tears dropped down his cheeks, he doesn’t want you to know how he felt about you….because you will change

“okay, i’ve made my decision i am banned to say no to you chifuyu, but you need to prove me that you’re better than mikey, prove me that you can and will treat me right than mikey ”

you get off the swing and stand up, saying those words while looking at his teary yet shocked eyes

“good 4 you chifuyu, i am the one that you liked, i am not giving this opportunity just because i pity you, i am doing this because i know deep in my soul that you’re gonna treat me right, so prove it”

after those words a strong air blew that wiped chifuyu’s tears off his eyes, then he smirked also standing up and looked at you deep in the eyes

“y/n…..i just know you wont last long” he teased

“oh look who’s full of himself right now, just crying earlier because he accidentally confessed” you teased back earning a laugh from him

maybe he’s right, its the first time in a while that you didn’t think of mikey, just chifuyu

and maybe he’s right too, because by just the difference between him and mikey you know who to choose.

chifuyu.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu #mikey #the fact that this fic played on my mind after i see that panel of chifuyu #hope yall like it 😞#oh btw reader and chifuyu went for a date after that lol lovebirds

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A Friend of Yours - pt. 3

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS!!!!!, language, canon lvl violence, soft!bucky, some suggestive content, it’s ten thousand words so i’m sure i missed something, just lmk and i’ll tag it accordingly babes.

word count: 10,246 (i may have gone a little overboard)

a/n: this is the last part, unless y’all want more. i’m rlly proud of myself w this series, granted MUCH of the content was already written for me, nonetheless, here you go. i hope y’all like it <3

read A Friend of Yours - pt. 1 and A Friend of Yours - pt. 2

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The Wilson family house was adorable. Two stories with chipped blue paint on the walls and yellowing white on the columns. You had beat Sam there, so you decided to just look around for a few minutes before meeting Sarah and the boys. You walked out to the dock in front of their house, admiring the water, how still and calm it was. You were staring into the distance when you heard small footsteps from behind you.

“You know, it’s rude to sneak up on people.” You weren’t sure which boy it was, but you were trying to present a non-threatening front.

“You know, it’s rude to invite yourself onto someone else's property.” You were surprised when you heard Sam’s voice respond to you. Turning quickly to face the man with the confused expression. “I thought you wouldn’t come to the States because of the whole Enemy of it thing.” He walked away from you, gesturing for you to follow as he picked up your abandoned duffle. “He’s not here if that’s who you’re looking for.” You shook your head as you crossed the threshold into the living room.

“I’m not here for him, although he would be a much welcome bonus.” The two of you shared a laugh. “But no, I’m here to help you however I can.” Sam’s eyes narrowed, wondering if he should question your generosity. Your eyes must have given away your desperation for a home because he decided against it.

“Okay, but if you’re here, you’re gonna work. We’ve got a lot of shit to get done if we’re going to fix this boat up.”

“What boat?” You smiled at him as he began explaining what was going on. He just skimmed the top of what was really happening, but you could tell he was worried even though he wore a good facade.

“Get changed into some clothes you don’t mind getting messed up.”

“Am I going to be doing, like, manual labor?” He gave you a ‘duh’ look to which you groaned, “So, shorts are out of the question?” Sam had already walked into the kitchen before replying.

“Only if you want to freeze your ass off!” You changed quickly into a pair of ripped mom jeans that you cinched with a belt at your waist and a white short sleeved shirt.

“Do you have an overshirt I can borrow?”

“You mean, a flannel?” Sam shot back as he exited the room.

“Yeah, an overshirt.”

“No. A flannel. Come on, say it with me, flannel.” He tossed one your way, which you put on the rolled the sleeves up to your elbows.

“It’s an overshirt, Sam. I’m not seeing the issue.”

“Y/N, it's a flannel. Just say flannel, why you gotta make it all fancy?” He walked out the back door and onto a wooden bridge that led to the marina the boat was docked at. He didn’t let the flannel thing go the whole way over, making you laugh loudly and shake your head. As you walked up the dock, you could see several people helping Sarah and Sam with their boat.

“This is all you guys?” You were amazed, you hadn’t seen togetherness like this since before Aunt Peggy died. “Wow.” You said mostly to yourself as Sam walked you up to the woman of the hour.

“Sarah, we’ve got another one. Sarah, Y/N. Y/N, Sarah.” You stuck your hand out for Sarah to shake, which she did kindly. “I’m going to work on getting some of the siding off the boat. Sarah, Y/N is all yours.” He darted off, leaving you with Sarah.

“What ya got for me, Sarah? I’m here to do whatever you need.” She began instructing you to help with cataloging everything that people were bringing. Whether it be rusty spare parts or a couple twenty dollar bills, Sarah wanted to know and she wanted a record of it. A truck pulled up next to the boat and Sam got out hugging the men that exited it.

“Tommy, Carlos, man, this is amazing.” They exchanged a few more words before one of them asked the inevitable question.

“How do we get it off the truck?” A loud scraping sound emitted as the pallet was taken from the truck bed. Bucky lifted the bundle of parts over his head effortlessly, dropping it on the ground. He turned to the group of three men staring at him.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed as you approached. Bucky hauled a gray and black case onto the truck bed, speaking to Sam about it. Suddenly, one of the pipe fittings went out of whack, causing a steady stream of air to escape on the boat. Sarah stopped in front of it on the dock.

“Sam!” She was holding her clipboard as she watched Sam try to stop the leak with a crescent wrench. Bucky walked up next to Sarah, saying hi before telling Sam he was doing it wrong.

“Men. They even mansplain to other men, can you believe that?” You said from beside Sarah while Bucky finished fixing the leak. You tilted your head to admire him, “But we love to watch them work, huh?” She laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows at her. Bucky and Sam turned back to you and Sarah and Bucky’s eyes widened when they landed on your figure. Sam walked toward the front of the boat as Bucky stopped to introduce himself to Sarah.

“Sarah--” His eyes flicked to yours, “Y/N.” Then he quickly followed behind Sam.

“Oh, what was that, Y/N?” Sarah teased, two can play at that game.

“I don’t know, what was your thing about, Sarah?” You said her name like Bucky did to mess with her. She shoved your shoulder away and pushed you back to work.

You had to admit, watching Bucky do domestic type things with his metal appendage did things to you. Just knowing that he was comfortable enough to be around Sam’s whole family with his arm fully on display, made you happy. The sun was beginning to go down, and you were sharing a beer with Sam and Bucky. Bucky hadn’t spoken to you directly since he got there and it was starting to irk you. You thought that you had something, but maybe not. Bucky rose from his position on the boat, clinking his bottle with Sam’s, claiming he needed to find a hotel room so he could catch his flight tomorrow.

“You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?” Sam joked.

“I just don’t wanna make it weird for your family.” But Bucky’s eyes caught yours as he spoke.

“Just stay here, man.” Sam began a rant about the people of the town, ending with, “Plus we already got one freeloader for the night, what’s one more, right?”

“Oh goodie! Are we going to braid each other’s hair and play Seven Minutes in Heaven, too?” you teased Sam, but Bucky stiffened.

“We can do whatever you want.” Sam said, then he pointed at Bucky, “Just don’t flirt with my sister. Cause if you do, I’ll have Carlos cut you up, feed you to the fish.” Bucky made a face at Sam before smiling again.

Later that night, after you had all eaten dinner and the kids had gone to bed, you contemplated what your next move was going to be. You were sitting in one of the patio couches outside, a blanket wrapped around your legs, watching the stars reflection in the water. Bucky walked out on the porch, a pair of sweats-- that he had to borrow from Sam because he didn’t pack anything-- slung low on his hips, his blue Henley stopping just before the waistband of his boxers.

His gaze met yours and he approached you as if you were a wild animal and you were going to run away if he made any sudden movements. Your legs had been sprawled across both cushions of the couch, so instead of letting you change positions, Bucky just lifted your legs and then rested them on his lap. His left hand was rubbing back and forth just above your ankle.

“Is there a reason you’ve been avoiding me, James?” He ignored your question all together, opting to ask his own.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You thought back to the first time that you ever saw him. Chained to a chair, hair hiding his face from nosy onlookers.

“Uh, yeah. You were being treated like an animal, caged in a glass box. Why?” His left hand never stopped its motion on your leg.

“When you first started staring at me, I was absolutely positive that it was out of fear. Then when I actually looked at you, you were curious.” You nodded your head, recalling the emotions.

“That was a stressful day.” You could sense that Bucky didn’t need your input to get to where he was going.

“Then, when we were in that stupid tiny blue car that Steve had crammed us into,” he paused to laugh at the memory, “I was sure in that moment, that I was never going to see you again.” His gaze hadn’t left his palms on your legs, refusing to meet your eyes. “And when I saw you in Madripoor, I was positive that it was just someone who looked a lot like you. It couldn’t have been you, I wasn’t that lucky.”

His left hand gripped your leg as he spoke, “But then you started talking and I would’ve known that voice anywhere. All I wanted was to be close to you.”

“Bucky, you almost broke my arm because I sucker punched Zemo.” He shushed you.

“All I wanted was to be close to you, but I’m also a violent person.” He brought his head up, locking his steel blue orbs with yours. “Then you kept talking and you were so smart. So beautiful.” His metal hand left your leg to cup your chin. “Every word out of your mouth mesmerized me, even when you were kind of insulting me.” His thumb stroked your jaw, traveling up to your bottom lip. “And God, the way you said my name.” Your nostrils flared and your brow raised.

“What? James?” You trapped your bottom lip in between your teeth, giving Bucky reason to pull it out with his metal thumb. Your tongue shot out to wet your lips out of habit and Bucky shot you a glare.

“Doll. What’re you doing to me?” He dropped his thumb back to your cheek as his eye flicked over your face. He brought his hands down to your waist, holding it tightly and pulling you closer to him. Your ass now rested against his right leg, and he transferred his grip to wrap around your blanket covered thighs. A squeal escaped your lips without your permission, making your face contort.

“When we were sitting at the bar in your gallery I wanted nothing more than to smother you with all my love and affection.” Your heart rate increased, you want that too. “I’m glad I wasn’t able to though.” Your stomach dropped, a feeling of rejection washing over you. You began to pull away from him, wanting to escape his touch. He gripped your legs tighter against his body, “At that time, I wasn’t what I should be for you. I’ll probably never be exactly what I should be for you, but I’m selfish enough right now that I don’t care anymore.” He twisted his upper body to face you.

“What are you talking about, James?” A visible shiver ran down his spine as you said his real name. He brought both his hands up to grip your face. The cool air added to the temperature difference of his hands.

“I’m talking about this.” It wasn’t a half a second later that his lips were on yours. It took you a second to respond, but you did with fervor. Your hands traveled to his neck to show him that you wanted this too. His fingers fanned out, cupping behind your ears to bring you impossibly closer to him. His tongue traced your bottom lip, seeking entrance which you denied playfully. He brought his thumbs to rest on your chin, applying pressure as he asked again. At this point, you didn’t care about the pardon, or Karli and the Flag Smashers, or Sharon and the Power Broker, or even Sam, Sarah and the boys. You could only focus on James’ lips that were molding so perfectly with your own. You eventually had to break apart, your fingertips coming to rest on James’ kiss swollen lips. You locked eyes with him again, his pupils blown wide, and the two of you laughed.

“Oh, that.” You traced his lips while holding his stare. “Is that why you haven’t been talking to me?” He nodded quickly, gaze drifting down to your lips again. He leaned forward wanting to steal another kiss, but you stopped him. “That’s not okay behavior, James. You can’t just not talk to me because you’re frustrated with yourself.” He hummed a noise of assent, kissing your fingertips on his lips. His palm came up to keep your fingers pressed to his lips as his eyes roamed your face. “What does this mean, James? You aren’t just going to get my hopes up and then walk away right?” He pulled back from you, a look of disappointment crossing his features.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like that would be a possibility.” He took a deep breath, “After my time in Wakanda, after Shuri de-programmed me, I thought I finally had a group of people I could trust. Then, Ayo was able to remove my arm within the blink of an eye, but not the way that they had when they were tweaking it.” He rested his body against the back of the patio couch. “My therapist had been telling me that I needed to trust someone, and up until that point, I did. I thought I had people who fully trusted me as well.” He looked over at you, silent tears racing down his cheeks. “This clearly isn’t a good excuse, but I felt like you wouldn’t have trusted me either.” Your hands came up to his face, wiping away his tears.

“James, I’ve known of you for years before I met you. Remember how Sharon said I did that report on you in high school?” He nodded as much as your hold on his face would allow him to. “Well, that’s when I first fell in love with the idea of you.” His eyes widened as you continued speaking. “Then, I was lucky enough to meet you and it felt like everything fell into place. After Sharon and I ran off to Madripoor, I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you again, and I was okay with that because maybe you were better left as an idea.” You laughed as you looked down at your lap, dropping your hands from his face. “Then I got dusted during the Blip, which is a whole other thing and then Sharon said that you were in Madripoor.” You shook your head then faced him, eyes locking with his red rimmed pair.

“I would love to fall in love with you. And right now, I want nothing more than to let the trust we have for each other grow into something more.” A wide smile spread across his face and he bared his teeth at you, scrunching his face at the nose.

“I want that too.” He leaned forward slapping a sloppy kiss onto your lips, which you returned with equal intensity. When Bucky pulled back from you to catch his breath, he left his forehead resting against your own. Your breaths synchronized and he patted his hand twice on your outer thigh, signalling you that he was going to get up. “We better get some sleep.” He stood in front of you, offering you his hand. You smiled as you entwined your fingers with his metal ones.

Luckily, Cas and AJ were kind enough to share a room tonight so you could sleep in the other. Bucky’s hand never left your side as he walked you up the stairs. Once you had reached the closed door, he wrapped his arm around you, twisting your body to face him, back pressed against the cold wood of the door. He pushed his whole body forward, molding your bodies together as his hands hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“I’m glad that we talked, Y/N.” He pecked your lips, pulling back afterwards to stare at your face.

“I’m glad we did too, but what are you doing?” A nervous laugh left your lips and Bucky’s eyes followed the movement.

“You’re just so pretty.” He leaned forward kissing your cheeks, “I’m happy,” A kiss to your chin. “that I’ll be able to,” one to your nose, “call you my doll soon.” His lips lingering on your forehead before bringing his chin up to the top of your head, pulling you into him for a hug. You brought your arms up to wrap around his waist, your face pressed into the spot where his neck and collarbone met.

“Am I not already your doll?” Your question was muffled against his skin, but he heard you.

“Not until I specifically ask you. You can be mine without being my doll, but I want to wine and dine you before I feast.” Your brows raised again and your lips rolled inwards.

“Before you feast?” You were holding back a laugh, so Bucky pulled back, his hands gripping your shoulders, face serious.

“Feast.” He reached behind you opening the door. He gave you a quick smooch before pushing you into the empty room, alone with your thoughts. You had a harder time falling asleep that night. Bucky, on the other hand, had no problem, sleeping like a rock with a smug smile on his face.

You woke up to the sound of eggshells being cracked and forks hitting the sides of ceramic plates. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, you saw Sarah working over the stove while Cas was scrambling eggs. Sarah heard you coming down, ever the always aware mother.

“Hey, hope you’re hungry, ‘cause you aren’t leaving this kitchen without eating somethin’.” She watched as you peered into the living room, searching for Bucky’s imposing figure. “I think he’s down at the dock with Sam. They left real early this morning and girl, I swear to God if they’re messin’ with that water pump, I’m going to strangle the both of them.” You laughed, taking the plate of scrambled eggs that AJ was holding out to you.

“Did you tell them that the water pump wasn’t the issue?” She nodded as she stirred the eggs in her pan. “Then you know that they are, Sarah.” The two of you shared a laugh as Cas and AJ sat down to eat, as well.

“Y’all better hurry up before you’re late for the bus.” The boys quickly shoved their remaining food into their mouths, rushing out the door after kissing their mother goodbye.

“How do you do it?” Sarah’s head tilted, wondering what you were referring to. “Being a single mother and managing a business? Does it all get to be too much sometimes?” She could tell you were genuinely curious, so she sighed.

“It’s definitely challenging at times, but thankfully I have a good enough relationship with AJ and Cas that we’re able to get through pretty much anything. After we lost their Dad, I was all alone and scared. I’m still scared a lot of the time, scared that I’m going to mess them up, you know?” She paused a second to recollect her thoughts. “It’s just by chance that we live in this amazing community that helped me whenever I needed a little bit of assistance.” The conversation between the two of you fizzled after that, perhaps it was too heavy a topic for breakfast to handle. You followed her to meet a group of people at the marina, but the journey there wasn’t silent.

“So, I have a question, but you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to. Although I feel like if you don’t answer it, you’re kind of answering it.” You encouraged her to ask whatever she wanted to. “You and Bucky are a thing, right?” You coughed, unsure of how to answer. “That’s all the confirmation I needed.” Sarah smiled at you as your mouth struggled to form words.

“We are, but we aren’t?” Sarah gave you a look making you roll your eyes. “I don’t know he said that he was excited to see where this was going and then we kissed, so yes?”

“Oh, he looks like a good kisser.”

“Right? Just like he’s got the bone structure and lip plumpness ratio down to a T.” There was a brief moment of silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. The walk down the marina dock wasn’t a long one, so you were able to see Sam and Bucky hunched over a pile of scattered parts.

“Uh-huh. No. No.” Sarah’s head began shaking as Sam was arguing with Bucky, who wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead, his eyes were roaming your figure, lingering on your face. His eyes darted to Sam before he greeted the two of you with a wave of his hand.

“I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.” Bucky teasingly berated, taking Sarah’s side.

“You’re in just as much trouble, you by-stander.” Your voice lilted into a playful tone as Bucky made a shocked face at you.

“In our defense, we were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

“I don’t come up to the sky to tell you how to barrel roll, so don’t come down here and mess around with things you don’t understand.” Your fist came up to your mouth.

“Oh, that’s a-burn, Bird Brain.” You pointed a finger at Sam, clutching your stomach with your other hand as Sarah swatted the two boys away. Bucky stopped next to you, wrapping his metal arm around the front of your body, delivering a soft kiss to your temple. He left with Sam, arguing the whole way to the house while you stayed with Sarah, reassembling the water pump.

By the time you had gotten back to the Wilson house, Bucky was hauling his backpack strap onto his shoulder. You slowed your approach, holding your open palms in front of you, confused as to what Bucky was doing.

“Where are you going?” He turned to face you, a smile spreading over his face. His metal arm wrapped around your waist again, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m heading to New York, I’ve got some stuff to wrap up there. I want you to come with me.” You were taken aback, what about Karli and the GRC?

“We haven’t finished this whole thing with the Flag Smashers, or Walker. Bucky, we can’t just walk away from our responsibilities.” Bucky’s hands clasped around your shoulders.

“We aren’t, Y/N, I promise. Sam has Torres doing something with some signal do-dads and he’s going to call us the second he gets a lead.” He spoke calmly and you thought it over. At least he wasn’t trying to run away again, he was accepting that he had a real role in this. You could feel a shift coming, you weren’t quite sure what it meant, but you were hoping it was a good one.

“Okay, let’s go to New York.”

The two of you hadn’t even been in New York maybe twenty minutes when Sam texted Bucky that he had a line on where Karli was. Supposedly she was heading a takeover of the GRC meeting in Lower Manhattan. If being in New York as a wanted person was nerve wracking enough, now you were going to be surrounded by hundreds of government officials and some of New York’s finest. Bucky was on the phone with Sam, talking through the plan when your phone buzzed. Pulling the device out of your pocket, you saw Sharon’s name pop up.

“Heard you were having a bit of trouble with Karli again. Don’t worry, help is on the way, dear.” Your eyes rolled, still not over your argument before.

“You don’t need to be here for this Sharon.” You paused for a second, your left hand resting on your hip. “How did you even hear about this? Sam just now called Bucky, and I guarantee that he didn’t call you first.” Sharon chuckled on her end of the phone.

“You underestimate my reach, Y/N. I’ll meet you outside the building.” Your jaw clenched.

“Sharon, you said you didn’t want to help. What the hell changed that you’re so willing to put yourself in the middle of all this shit?” She was silent on her end.

“I figured you would want me there.” Well, shit what the fuck were you supposed to say to that?

“Lower Manhattan, keep quiet.” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You hated not talking to her, and being mad at her was next to impossible. This was your way of saying ‘I forgive you,’ and you knew she would understand. Bucky didn’t say anything as he watched you push your phone into the pockets of your jeans. He could tell something was off, but he could also see that you definitely didn’t want to talk about it right now. Instead he jerked his head for you to follow him, leading you through the streets of Manhattan.

The two of you could see the red lights illuminating the streets, letting you know that you were here. Bucky turned to you, holding his hand out to you, a single earpiece laying in the middle of his palm. As you took it, his hand drifted to your jaw, lifting it to face him. He placed a sweet kiss to your lips before nodding for you to stay behind him. You pulled the brim down on the hat you wore as you stuck to Bucky like glue. He led you through the barricade, one of the soldiers addressing him accordingly.

“Sergeant Barnes.” You made a face beneath your cap, holding back a laugh as Bucky came to a stop in front of you.

“Oh, Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky looked at you over his shoulder as his skin twitched. Your eyes widened. “Does that turn you on, James?” He wasn’t able to answer because of an interruption by Sam’s voice in your ears.

“By the way, I called in some backup.” An agent approached the two of you while Sam kept speaking. “Also, please remember that I can hear everything you say, Y/N. And I don’t need to know what makes the Tin Man tick.” You laughed at Sam’s statement as a twinge of pink ran up the back of Bucky’s neck.

“Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be here?” The agent’s hand came up to his hairline. A click sounded as the agent’s face began to glitch. “It’s me.”

“Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” Sharon pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“Why didn’t you say that to her? The same people who want me in the Raft, want her there too. Or did you forget that?”

“Do I hear Sharon?” Sam asked as he listened in on your conversation.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky grumbled back.

“Hey Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.” She threw a wink at you as she stepped closer to Bucky. Sam said something else to her, but you had zoned out to watch Sharon. “I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway.”

“Depends on the therapist.” Bucky said as he backed away from Sharon and closer to you.

“They’re going to move on the building soon. Be ready.” Sam brought you all back to the task at hand, switching into Captain mode. Bucky nodded to you and Sharon.

“Go with her.” You made a face at him, about to protest when he cut you off. “I don’t care. Stick with her, Y/N. Don’t get arrested though. We’ve got a date.” He wrapped his arm around the front of your waist, like he did at the Wilson house. He pressed a kiss to your temple, staying a little longer than necessary and giving your hip a squeeze before he released you. You heard glass break above your head as Sam crashed through one of the windows upstairs.

“You guys are going to have to do something. Don’t let ‘em out of the building.” You walked behind Bucky to enter the building, the metal detector going off for both you and Sharon. You shared a look with the woman.

“Oops.” Bucky pointed at a guard in tactical gear while he stepped forward.

“He’s one of them. I’ll get the evac.” He left before you could stop him, leaving you and Sharon to deal with the man he pointed at. The both of you followed him to the parking garage, where he was standing post next to two black armored vehicles. The two of you were waiting behind a pillar as you debated what to do.

“We need to stop him.”

“If we take him down now, they’re going to be suspicious and we are going to get arrested. Cool your jets, Y/N.” Your nostrils flared at her tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why didn’t you tell Sam you were already coming?”

“What?” Sharon seemed startled by the question as if you didn’t catch the slip Sam said earlier.

“Sam said that he called in backup. I’m assuming he meant you because we’re the only four people he knows. So why didn’t you tell him you were already coming, or already here or whatever?”

“I didn’t think it was important.” She said dismissively, you could tell she wanted you to drop the subject, but you wanted the truth. Throwing a glance up to the guard, you saw him helping the GRC officials into the vans.

“Damn it Bucky, you had one job.” Bucky ran past you, grumbling a response as he loaded his weight onto a motorbike.

“We aren’t done with this, Sharon.” You pointed at her before she walked away from you. You watched as she ran into the guard then apologized profusely to him. When you caught up to her, she clicked a button in her hand, releasing a noxious gas in the guard’s face. You saw his skin being bubbling and sizzling.

“How’d you do that?” Your eyes hadn’t left the man in the car.

“Mercury vapor, amongst other things.” The two of you continued walking out of the garage, a helicopter started taking off from the helipad on the top of the building.

“Sam, that chopper’s about to take off.”

“Bucky!”

“I don’t fly, man. That’s your thing.” Sam groaned in the earpiece and then you saw him shoot out the window again, chasing after the helicopter. You walked alongside Sharon, following Bucky’s path after the NYPD vans. You got to the barricade just in time to see Scruff holding one of the cars back from falling off a ledge. You were too far away to be able to get to him in time to help, though. You stood next to Sharon as he was ripped away from the back of the car. Your heart dropped as your gaze went to Bucky, who was standing directly underneath the car that was about to crush him.

The crowd around you was holding their phones in front of their faces, at an angle that all they could see was the back of the NYPD van full of GRC officials screaming for help. As the car slipped farther and farther down the platform, your stomach churned more and more. Suddenly, the car stopped, hovering over the opening in the ground. You could make out Sam’s new wings on either side of the car. He pushed forward, lifting the car back to a safe position and then moving away, allowing the crowd to see him fully. The star on his suit glinted proudly as he stood still for a second. The crowd erupted in cheers for the savior. A man to your left cheered for ‘Black Falcon,’ but the man beside him corrected him before you had the chance to.

“No. That’s Captain America.” Red Wing left Sam’s suit to undo the locking mechanism on the back of the van and the GRC officials evacuated the vehicle quickly. Sam turned in the air, removing his shield from his back and throwing it at the Flag Smashers below, knocking them off their feet. At some point, you began moving toward the edge of the platform, ready to help and away from Sharon.

An explosion went off to your right, causing you to search for the source. Puffs of smoke were being thrown in the pit where Sam and Bucky stood and you could see Karli getting away in the confusion. Bucky’s voice rang through your ear.

“Hey. We’re underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” You searched for Sharon so you could join up again, but you couldn’t find her. You could hear Sam telling Bucky that the Smashers had split up, and you knew that Bucky would’ve gone with Scruff to keep an eye on him, the unstable bastard. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sharon crouched behind a stack of pallets, and your brows furrowed. She began whistling and then you heard Karli’s voice.

“Dovich? Is that you?” Sharon emerged from behind the stack, holding her gun in front of her.

“I’m disappointed in you.” Karli brought her gun up as well, speaking to Sharon as an old friend.

“That’s what I was gonna say.” Sharon brought her hands up in surrender, and your head tilted, what the fuck is going on? “You know, when you first came to Madripoor, you reminded me of a young me. I took you in, gave you an opportunity, and you betrayed me.” Oh hell no.

“Because you wanted to control a world that hurt you.” Karli lowered her gun but all her senses remained in overdrive. “But I wanted to change it. I’m not interested in power or an empire. I have bigger dreams.” Sharon scoffed, looking around, her eyes darting over where you were hidden behind a stack of boxes. Could it really be? Was Sharon really the person that you thought you knew?

“What, like this?” She stepped closer to Karli. “Come back and work for me again. All of you. We can make a difference together.” Sharon was trying really hard to convince Karli, but she wasn’t having it.

“You just want me because you need your muscle back. Without us Super Soldiers, how much power does the Power Broker really have?” Motherfucker. You zoned out a bit, trying to decide what to do. A male voice began speaking in French causing you to refocus.

“Four times, or--” You could see Batroc’s gun pointed at Karli and Sharon’s face was indifferent.

“I don’t do blackmail.” Sharon gripped her gun tighter, raising it quickly to shoot Batroc. Karli panicked and shot Sharon in the process. The gunshots were loud enough to give Sam an idea of where you were all located. You came out from your position, gun gripped in your hand as you stood closer to Sharon. Maybe you could salvage this situation before Sam got here.

“Karli, calm down.” You kept a tight hold on your pistol as you talked. “Look, I get it. You’re scared, but I’m going to need you to put the gun down.”

“I’ll put mine down when you do.” You could hear a slight shake in her voice. You tilted your head at her apologetically.

“You know I can’t do that.” You cast a glance at Sharon who was clutching her stomach, attempting to stop the blood flow. Karli gulped as she raised her gun again.

“Well, I can’t have any loose ends now, can I? You taught me that, Power Broker.” She sneered at a groaning Sharon. A blinding pain began radiating from your shoulder and your hand immediately when to the area. The force of the bullet knocked you off your feet, slamming your head into the ground.

“Shit, what the fuck Karli!” You could make out Sam’s figure coming up from behind Karli. You saw him process Karli standing over one dead body and two injured ones. The wheels began turning and he started speaking.

“So, what’s next, huh? You kill ten this time, then, what, a hundred? Where does it end?” He stepped closer to an agitated Karli. “Please, let me help you.” He kept his voice calm.

“Don’t try and manipulate me.” Karli approached Sam ready to attack. Their fight continued as she pushed Sam backwards.

“I’m not gonna fight you!” She knocked Sam down to the ground, with the swing of a metal bar.

“Stay down!” She shouted at him. You pushed yourself to your knees, adrenaline pumping allowing you to get to Sharon to help hold pressure on her stomach. You watched from over Sharon as Sam rose to his feet, holding his body in a fighting stance.

“I can do this all day.” She launched herself at Sam, throwing his body back into a bunch of cinder blocks. Sam held his shield in front of him, protecting from her punches.

“Fight back!” She shouted as she delivered blow after blow. Sam ducked low, grabbing onto her torso, using his thrusters to send the both of them flying. Karli used the momentum to push off the ground, to bring Sam up to the ceiling. You sat back on your knees, worry lacing your features.

Sam held one of her hands to his chest as she continued throwing the other into his shield. She gripped the top edge of the shield, using it to gain leverage. She pulled her hand away from his chest, tossing his body forward. The shield slipped from Sam’s arm and he laid on the ground, recovering from her attacks. Karli leant down to pick up her gun and you pushed yourself to your feet, ready to tackle her.

She raised her gun, aiming it at a now shieldless Sam. Karli hesitated, staring at Sam before committing to her cause, ready to kill Captain America. You were steadily creeping forward as she debated, but you could see the moment she decided to pull the trigger. Just before she could, a gunshot sounded from behind you. A gasp left your lips as Sam ran to hold Karli.

Your head whipped around to see Sharon leaning against the stack behind her, gun still smoking. Sharon shook her head at you as she holstered her weapon. Sam lifted Karli into his arms and carried her away from the both of you. You stood a good three feet away from Sharon, hand on your gun in the waistband of your jeans.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re the Power Broker.”

“What the hell are you on about now, Y/N.” Your brows raised and your mouth opened in shock.

“I was fucking here when Karli was talking to you, dumbass. Is that why you shot her? ‘Can’t have any loose ends,’ she said you taught her that, Sharon. What the fuck?” Sharon laughed at you.

“You’re imagining things, Y/N.” She rose to her feet and began walking away from you.

“Sharon, don’t fuck with me right now. How long have you been the fucking Power Broker?” You followed her up the tunnel and out to where you could see Sam lecturing a Senator. Sneaking around to a medical bag, you grabbed two pieces of gauze.

“I’m not the Power Broker.” Sharon rolled her eyes at you, leaning against a car behind the ambulances. You were about to say something else when you saw Bucky and Sam approach the two of you. They took in the two of you, an angry look on your face and an annoyed one on hers.

“You’re blocking my light.” Sharon bit out to Sam.

“We got to get you to a hospital.” Sam told Sharon as Bucky walked up to you, pulling your gauze away from your shoulder, checking your bullet wound.

“It’s through and through and you know they aren’t going to listen to you.”

“It’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me all week.” Your eyes glared at Sharon as you spoke. How long has she been doing this behind your back? Someone called for Sam’s attention.

“I think he’s talking to you.” Sharon said, turning away from the newcomer’s view. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there.” Your jaw clenched but you remained silent. “For what it’s worth, the suit looks good on you.” She played a good victim, that’s for sure.

“Alright, can we get out of here, please?” Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you away from the ambulances and news cameras.

“I didn’t forget my promise either, guys.” Sam nodded at the two of you before turning to do his Cap duties. Bucky remained silent beside you, content with just being in your presence again.

He led you to his apartment, bringing you to the bathroom where he pulled out a first aid kit. He placed it on the countertop, placing his hands on your hips and lifting you onto the granite.

“You’re gonna need to take your shirt off.” He flipped the top of the kit open, searching for what he needed.

“Trying to get me naked already? At least take me to dinner first, Sergeant.” You winked as you peeled your shirt off. Bucky glared at you then quickly looked at your shoulder.

“This is going to hurt, just so you know.” He didn’t give you time to say anything else before starting to clean the hole in your shoulder. You hissed as stings radiated from the wound, cursing under your breath as he blew on it. “Alright, here we go.” Bucky began stitching, returning your body to its former glory in his eyes. “How’d you managed to get shot?”

“I was attempting to get Karli to drop her gun.” You debated on telling Bucky what you learned about Sharon. “Who do you think the Power Broker is?” You asked gauging his reaction. His attention never wavered from his task. He soon finished with the front side of your shoulder, backing away and telling you to face the mirror. Bucky leaned forward, his hips pressing against your ass as he set to work on the exit wound.

“I have my theories. What about you?” You looked at the granite below, tracing the different lines, not answering for a few minutes.

“Mm, not really.” Was it naive to keep the knowledge to yourself? Probably, but this way you could deal with Sharon on your own and not have to involve Captain America.

“Y/N. You lived there for years, you’re telling me that you never encountered the Power Broker? Never worked for him before, procuring a particular art piece?” You shook your head as you felt him start to wrap your shoulder.

“No, I made sure that all my dealings were as clean as the illegal art trade could be.” Bucky nodded, closing the first aid kit and placing it back under the sink. He walked out of the bathroom and into his kitchen, pulling out a bottle of Advil. He shook two tablets into his metal hand and gave them to you along with a water bottle from the fridge.

“Take these and then go lay down. You need to sleep so your body can heal.” You could tell something was bothering him. You reached out to grasp his metal wrist.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Hmm?”

“Nothing. I’ve just got something to do.” You nodded.

“Do you want me to come with you?” His head shook back and forth in denial.

“No, I need to do this alone. I’ll be back soon. Whenever I get back you better be asleep in that bed.” He pointed at the door to his room. He walked up next to you, wrapping his arm around the front of your waist and giving you a kiss on your temple. “I’ll be back, doll. I’ve just got a few things to wrap up.”

He left soon after, leaving you alone in his barren apartment. It was easy to see that he hadn’t made it his home. Probably feeling like he had no reason to, no ties to anyone here. Makes it easier when you have to bug out in a pinch. You walked into his room, searching for a shirt to wear to bed. Finding one of his shirts hanging in his closet, you pulled it over your head after removing your bra. You took off your jeans, trading them for your sleep shorts from your bag.

You climbed into his bed, waiting for his scent to envelope you, but it never came. Has he ever actually slept in this bed? So you laid there, unable to fall asleep, too many thoughts swirling in your brain. How long has Sharon been the Power Broker? Did it start when you first got to Madripoor? Or was it after you were dusted and she was there alone for five years? None of this changed the fact that she needed to be stopped. The amount of influence she had was too great. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand next to the bed, so you rolled over to pick it up.

Court hearing with the Senators tomorrow at 8 A.M. for you. -Sam

You thought about the possibility of being welcome back into your own country and not being treated like a criminal. Thought of the possibility of going to work for the government again. Of working with Bucky and Sam. Of being with Bucky without having to look over your shoulder all the time, and it made you smile. Your phone buzzing brought you out of your trance.

Also, you and Bucky need to come to my house tomorrow. Sarah’s throwing a party, they got the boat finished so we’re celebrating.

That made your smile grow, you were happy for the first time in a long time. The lock of the front door clicked and you jumped out of the bed, grabbing your knife, ready for an attack. You waited behind the door to Bucky’s bedroom, then swung it open. Your hand came up to the intruder's throat and your mind switched out of attack dog mode when you saw Bucky’s raised brow.

“Is there a reason for this?” His eyes were red and he had tear stains on his cheeks. You flipped your knife back down and placed it on top of your jeans.

“Sorry. Are you okay, James?” He shook his head and you opened your arms to him. He walked into your embrace, before exhaling harshly into your uninjured shoulder.

“No, but I will be.” He backed away for a second, taking in your form. “Didn’t I tell you that you were supposed to be asleep when I got back? Also, is that my shirt?”

“Yes, you did and yes, it is. Do you have an issue with that, Sergeant?” He quickly shook his head back and forth, leaning down to pick you up by your thighs and tossing you onto his bed.

“Not at all, doll. You look better in it than I do.” He smiled at you as he stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed with you. Bucky tossed his arm over your waist, pulling your body into his. He sighed contentedly, basking in the way you smelled.

“Sam got me a hearing for a pardon.”

“Oh yeah? When’s that?” Bucky’s voice was muffled because he had buried his face in your neck, peppering small pecks there.

“Tomorrow morning at nine. Are you going to come?” Bucky thought on it for a moment, before shaking his head.

“I have one more thing to take care of.” You nodded.

“They got the boat fixed and Sarah invited us to the party. Sam says we have to go, it’s tomorrow too. I don’t actually know what time though he didn’t say.”

“Alright, I’ll pick something up to bring after I finish my thing.” You turned to face him, a smirk plastered on your face.

“So, Sergeant does it for you?” You giggled as he groaned and removed his arm from your waist. His hand came up to run through his hair, scratching his head

“Are we doing this right now, Y/N?” You released a cackle of a laugh, nodding in response. “Oh that’s how you’re gonna play this?” He attacked your sides, beginning to tickle you causing you to react accordingly. Somehow, he managed to end up on top of you, in between your thighs. He stopped suddenly to watch as you writhed and giggled.

“What?” You started getting self-conscious, afraid that there was something on your face. Your hands came up to hide your face from him, but Bucky wasn’t having it. He took your hands away from your face by trapping your wrists beside your head. “What? Why are you doing that?” You questioned, only halfway serious.

“You’re just so pretty.” He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss that soon turned into something else. His hands traveled back down to your sides, resting on the bare skin showing from your shirt having ridden up. The temperature difference shocked you enough to make you gasp, giving Bucky the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, escalating the situation.

Your hands came up to the back of his head, holding him in the kiss, guaranteeing that he wasn’t going anywhere. They made their way down his body to rest on his shirtless back. He pushed forward with his hips, the fabric separating the two of you becoming increasingly annoying. Bucky pulled back slightly, nudging you to open your eyes. There was a silent interaction between the two of you in that moment, neither of you was ready for anything intense, so the momentum slowed, but the energy level remained.

Bucky’s hands never left your body that night. Exploring and memorizing every ridge, every stretch mark, every piece of you that made you, you. You drifted your fingers over the scarred skin next to his arm, tiny feather touches that made him hum. Falling asleep in his arms was the easiest thing you ever had to do. And for Bucky, being able to hold you as you flutter asleep was beautiful. He watched as your face relaxed and all the tension left your body, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace. Bucky didn’t like to admit it, but he was a touch starved human being. All those years in and out of cryo and isolation gave his body plenty of reason to crave genuine human touch. And to have a human as charming and annoying as you was a dream come true, his doll.

You woke up before Bucky the next morning. You looked over at his face, tranquility lacing his features, unburdened with no glorious purposes. He was just your James. The two of you had separated sometime during the night, so you scooted closer to his frame. His metal arm is thrown across the pillow behind your head, giving you perfect access to his neck and chest. You glanced at the clock across the room, the hands telling you that it was seven thirty in the morning. If you wake him now, you could have at least thirty-five minutes of bliss, plus some heavy petting if you both were feeling cheeky.

You leaned forward towards his neck, placing tiny kisses from the base of his ear to the puckered skin of his shoulder. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t recognize the change in his breathing pattern.

“Good morning, doll.” If you could melt into the mattress, that would’ve done it. His fucking rasp grated you into a fine powder of a human. You hummed at him, not stopping your kisses, instead climbing up to his jaw and then to his lips. He turned his head and playfully laughed. “Nuh-uh, we’ve got morning breath, ya nasty.” You groaned, retreating from his figure completely.

“Fine, we will brush our teeth together and then come right back to this bed and you will love me, damn it.” Bucky laughed at you as you drug yourself into his bathroom. This was the type of bliss you wanted, and you only wanted to share it with a particular metal armed super soldier. It didn’t take long to brush your teeth, and you pushed on Bucky’s back to get him into the bed quicker. When he did get back into the bed, he was grumbling.

“I don’t know why we’re getting back in bed, we’re already up now.” He smiled as you glared at him. Bucky’s back was leaned against his headboard, so you swung your leg over his thighs, straddling his lower half. His hands rested on your waist as you brought yours up to the sides of his face.

“You frustrate me.” You said with a loving smile and tone before pecking his lips softly as he laughed. “What time do you have to leave for your thing?” You played with the strings of your sleep shorts as he answered you.

“Around eight-thirty, it takes me about thirty minutes to get there and it doesn’t open until nine.”

“I’m gonna be leaving around then, too. What do you wear when you’re going in front of senators to be pardoned for stealing a metal frisbee?” Bucky huffed a laugh, pulling you closer to him wrapping his arms around your back. “I’m thinking a crop top that says “Fuck You,” would that be too obvious?”

“Yeah, that one might be a little on the nose.” Bucky checked your shoulder as he spoke. “Your shoulder looks good, no infection, thanks to me.” He plastered a wide smile on his face afterwards. “Do you know what time Sharon’s hearing is?” You stiffened slightly at the mention of Sharon.

“Uh, no. Sam just told me my time and I haven’t talked to Sharon.” Bucky’s head tilted.

“Everything okay on that front?”

“Not really?” You went back and forth on what to tell him. You didn’t want to give him the extra burden of knowing what Sharon was. “We had a fight a few days ago and neither one of us has cooled off about it, so that’s a bit rocky.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, so Bucky just held you tighter. “Okay, you don’t have to.” He held you for a few more minutes, before backing away. “Alright we need to get ready.” You groaned, slackening your body, making everything about you dead weight.

“No. I don’t wanna.” You sounded like a child.

“You sound like a child.” Oh you whore, get out of my head, butt munch. Bucky said, pushing your body off his. He walked to his closet as you laid spread out like a starfish on his bed. Bucky had already picked out a shirt and put on pants whenever he walked back in and you were still laid on his bed.

“You’re gonna be late.” He leaned over your head, appearing to you upside down. His arms were resting on either side of your face, dropping down he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’ve got to get up, Y/N.” He went to the other end of the bed, where your feet dangled off the edge. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you, you slid off the bed, taking the comforter with you. “Oh my god, this is pitiful, Y/N. You’re a grown woman!” Bucky shouted at you as he left the room.

The two of you parted ways after you got dressed, but not before Bucky wrapped his arm around the front of your waist and placed a kiss on your temple. You wondered why he did that so much, but you weren’t going to argue with the attention because you loved it. You walked up to the extravagant building that was bustling with people. Everything was white, you always wondered why that was. White represented innocence and America was anything but innocence. You ended up wearing your casual clothes for two reasons. One, you were being pardoned, why couldn’t you be comfortable for that? And two, you had somewhere to go after this and that was just as important as this court meeting to you. Walking into the courtroom, you took in all the faces in the seats. Your name was called immediately, so you approached the podium.

“Ms. Y/L/N, on behalf of the United States Intelligence Community, I’d like to offer you and your family our sincerest apologies.” You wanted to scoff, but you bit your tongue. “You’ve always been an incredible asset to our country. Today, we begin to set things right. We begin to repay some of the debt that is owed to you.” You bowed your head.

“Thank you, Senator. It’s been a long time coming.” You could see the Senator’s jaw clench, not used to being brushed off.

“And we’d like to offer you a full pardon. There might be an opening in your old division. Is that something that you’d be interested in?”

“Actually, Senator. I would like to thank you for that opportunity, but no. I’ll be working with Captain America.” The man’s whole body seemed to twitch.

“You aren’t authorized to make that kind of decision, Ms. Y/L/N.” This time you did scoff.

“Yeah, okay. Well thanks for the pardon.” You tapped the podium twice, leaning to walk away. “This has been great, I really feel like we’ve both said our peace. See ya later, Senator.” You walked out as you heard him calling your name. You pulled your phone out, dialing Bucky’s number.

“Hey doll! How’d court go?” You started walking to where you and Bucky had planned to meet after you got done with your respective tasks.

“Oh great! I’m working with Cap now.” You could almost see Bucky’s face.

“Wow, how’d you manage that?” You smirked.

“I can be very persuasive when I want to be, James.”

“Oh is that so, Y/N?” You could hear his smirk as he spoke. “Maybe you’ll have to be persuasive with me one day.” You laughed.

“James, I don’t have to be persuasive with you.” You caught sight of Bucky walking down the street with a store-bought cake in his hand. You held up your pinky finger wiggling it for emphasis, “I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

By the time you got to the marina that docked Paul & Darlene, you were buzzing with excitement. Bucky was giggling at your antics, you were practically bouncing in the passenger seat. As soon as Bucky got out of the car, Cas and AJ latched onto him. He went along with them, playing as if he was going to slam the cake into their faces. You walked past Bucky, hugging everyone who greeted you. Once you reached Sarah, you sat down on the picnic table for a second before taking off again. You stood to the side as you watched Sam take picture after picture with pretty much everyone from town.

Bucky stood next to you, chuckling about everyone’s reaction to Cap being from their hometown. One woman almost knocked Sam flat on his ass when she hugged him, a huge smile stretched over her face. You went back to the table Sarah was at, taking a seat next to her. Suddenly Bucky climbed on top of the table, holding his vibranium arm out with two children dangling off it. He was talking animatedly with his other as he told a story about Sam. You had zoned out just staring at him with the kids.

“You know, this could be you.” Sarah said as she leaned next to your ear.

“What could be?” You made a face at her.

“The kids, the community.” She looked over at Bucky, “That hunk of a man over there.” You slapped her shoulder softly before humming.

“I’ve thought about it, but that’s a two person decision and I don’t think either of us are at a point in our lives to raise another tiny human.” Sarah nodded, her features disbelieving.

“Just don’t let that one get away.” Her finger was pointed at Bucky who was playing with the kids at the edge of the dock. Bucky must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looked up, removing his dark sunglasses to lock eyes with you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.” You smiled at her. You joined Bucky and Sam as they stood in front of Paul & Darlene, taking in the sunset reflecting on the water. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. You definitely don’t plan on it, you thought to yourself as you leaned into his embrace.

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